In a way-path distant I will send you.
In a way-path distant I will send you.
I HAVE reflected and have driven the necessary stop. The beautiful Hanover
The bus has stopped in the end of a route - at a file well-known
Annual fair. Fair did not open yet, extensive
parkovochnye platforms were deserted. I have passed by the street
The tablet which are proud of a name of Columbus. Nearby there were green streets with
Names of presidents of the Lincoln and Hoover. Probably, nearby
Pavilions of the American technics took places. sverhsovremenno, but I
So has had time to get used to ancient architecture of German cities,
That now for a second has begun to doubt: whether in Germany I? Unexpectedly
The old maples, any cosy booth have sideways seemed some and
Over a number of pure lancet windows of old style - the name:
"Average street". If there is a truth in a stamp "povejalo native",
And it wanted to tell.
I have spent all Rostov childhood in the house "on the Average". Hardly
Having learnt to read, I liked to look at an end face of the distant big
At home. There - in black and white - by huge letters it has been written:
"Doctor A. Ramm. TSvtovodstvo and gardens". To me have explained, as as
It is necessary to read. That this inscription - old. That doctor Ramm earlier veins
In this house. What is the letters many times painted over the white
izvestju, but they invariably arise again.
Rostov liked for a long time to show to visitors the remarkable
City park. It was two-storeyed because the doctor is no time
Ramm has constructed it on a place of a huge ravine with a flat bottom.
From above have laid avenues of lindens and acacias, and from below - under beautiful
Openwork bridges - had been broke flower beds and ponds are arranged
With fountains and live red small fishes, beautiful grottoes and small
Falls. Were in a city (and till now is) and other parks and
Squares with smelling sweet and bright flower beds. Doctor Ramm perfectly
Knew the business...
Music has played. On hearing I have learnt a guitar, a drum and lip
Harmonic. It was executed... "Poljushko-field". Russian in Hanover in
That time, ten years ago, I yet did not see and consequently was surprised. At
The booth under maples there was an old man in tidy starovatom
Suit. On a microphonic support the lip accordion has been strengthened, and
From below - a pedal for job with a drum. On a wide belt hung
Well adjusted and sonorous guitar. The old man skilfully took on it
Difficult chords, barrels in a lip harmonic and quietly the rhythm beat off.
Any box before the musician was not. Therefore I, having approached
To listen, yet did not know, where then it will be necessary to put a payment for
Music.
The old man has nodded to me and, removing a guitar, has explained: "Here it is silent, it is possible
porepetirovat, to nobody stirring. Also has added: "you this music
Never heard are Russian music. About cavalrymen. If to you
It is pleasant, I will play still other things, too Russian and too
Cavalry ".
- And you know Russian? Can sing Russian words?
- Already almost I do not know... Once the father has learnt me, and I could sing
Almost all in Russian. Here so, for example:
In a way-path the distant.
I will send you,
The ripe will fall to an apple-tree.
Colour of a dawn - eh!
Present to me, the falcon,
At parting a sabre,
Together with a sharp sabre.
To peak present.
These words without music gave out the strongest accent, them it was possible
And not to understand at all. But the motive faultlessly sustained, instantly
Has reminded me a song of my Rostov childhood. I was excited and
Has involuntarily picked up last two lines. The old man was surprised: "So
You know? You - therefrom? "-" Yes... Sing, please, something
Still... I will explain then ".
That not clouds - storm clouds.
On-over Terek on kruchah.
Have lain down.
Klichut pipes of the young.
The Cossack,
The dust grey-haired has risen.
Cloud in the distance.
I will saddle a hot horse,
Strong sumy pritorochu.
In peremet,
Become, kazachka young,
At a wattle fence,
Spend me to the sun.
In a campaign...
We sang this song together and already under a guitar. Then the old man has collected
The things, we have gone to the nearest bistro, have reserved light beer with
Marinaded eels also had a good long talk thoroughly. To it was sixty
Seven, on eight more than to me. It have named Alexander - in
Honour of the grandfather. The father was the Russian German, the red cavalryman,
Which was taken prisoner at the very beginning of 41st. At first it have released
In the family which too has appeared in the first month of war under the German
Occupation. Younger Alexander then was at school. All house
Sometimes spoke on a German dialect, but more often - in Russian. In
1944 father have mobilised and have sent to Norway, and a family
Have moved to Germany, to Hanover. In 45th father was lost, mother has died
In hospital after bombardment.
- Since then I one. Worked all these years. I receive the decent
Pension. But here years six I earn additionally - the street musician.
Families were not and are not present. Here I wish to save up a few money, that
To go to Norway. Then - to Russia. Speak, there there are good
Hotels also it is possible to examine some cities. The first in my plan -
Rostov on the river Don.
- Why Rostov-on-Don? - I ask almost whisper,
Having a presentiment of the improbable.
- Why? Because my grandfather, Alexander Ramm, was once
The rich person in this city. The father told, that there at it
There were two houses and the business - floriculture and city gardens...
Saratov.
ILJA GORELOV.
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//* an information Source: the General newspaper, 2.07.98
//* Reg. Nom. - 1080700322.69-------------------------------------------
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