Fairy tale about medvedihe.
Fairy tale about medvedihe.
RECENTLY was in China. Has driven off by the car of kilometres sixty
From Beijing also it seemed, that has got home, - there are empty
Rural houses, the truth, unlike on our, stone, without
Doors, and the yellow wind walks on not ploughed earth. Has asked
The translator: "And where owners?" To me have explained, that this village was
It is left still in liholete a cultural revolution, - peasants,
Being rescued from need, have got over in a city. "And how at you?."-"and at
Us ", - I have vaguely responded. And itself has thought here of what.
Clearly, when the socialist state drives people in
Cities - after all someone should work at factories and fill up with that
Number of the most revolutionary class - proletariat...
Clearly also, when the peasant, having got tired of the rural
Rubbish and nedoroda, gets over in a city. But than to explain,
When the person more or less safe, so to say
"Perspective", throws all and directs in village, vmedvezhy
Corner, and at all to become the farmer?.
To me one good acquaintance from Novosibirsk was recollected. I
Has met it about four years ago when Nastka was "on
Game ": just, having terminated filfak local university, it
Has entered postgraduate study, being going to to be protected by research on
Goncharov's to novel "Frigate" a Pallada ". I who have called in then in a city
To esteem verses of own manufacturing together with others
Representatives of the Moscow bohemia, has been rather pleased by that
In Siberia having not the best times, is such capable and
Steady people in a life. Besides that Nastja studied in
To postgraduate study, it simultaneously carried out affairs some more:
Worked as the correspondent in the local newspaper, receiving, on the Siberian
To measures, decent and, the main thing, the regular salary, taught in
Elementary grades of high school the literature also was besides
In "businessman" - traded in the summer in any tent on
The market area. Even in its appearance something was extreme
Steady - the big head with a shock black slightly twisted
Hair, blue, hardly slanting eyes, high enough growth...
Day by day Nastja went on foot from a hostel to university
"To first pair", i.e. by 8.00. In the winter and in an autumn impassability of roads it
Woke up at 6.30 without an alarm clock and otmahivala 7 considerable
Trolleybus stops. In a hostel never ached from
Disorder, but in every possible way tried to encourage girl-friends. If
Nobody wished to clear the table dirty ware (and it happened
Quite often), silently went on kitchen and washed up to shine
Unsightly, taken "for rent" from a table plate. As it should be
Experiment it was dipped some times in a cold ice-hole. Not
Has caught a cold, but also especially it was not pleasant: "It is possible to live and without
It "... And suddenly... Suddenly in her life there has come full breakdown.
Nastka has left postgraduate study, has left from all jobs and has left in
Such godforsaken place in Mountain Altai, which to other townspeople,
Exhausted with a choice problem between "Invajtom" and "Sprajtom", can
To seem a hole and suicide.
Later I asked it about it, trying to find the reason
To the act, which itself understood as flight from the unsuccessful novel. And
What it is possible to expect from the young and fine woman? But has received on
The question unexpected enough answer. The reason of this mad
Runaway the school composition was ostensibly. There is till now a such
Technique - before children of elementary grades put on a table
The opened book with a reproduction of any picturesque picture,
More often, left from under a brush of the Soviet artist, also ask
To write in a writing-book everything, that comes to mind... In that
Ill-starred day Nastja has chosen as a subject for the composition
Picture of artist Chujkova "Daughter of the Soviet Kirghizia", where against
Picturesque mountains the girl-pioneer with textbooks has been represented in
Hands. And here what reasoning has in this respect read in a writing-book
One of the pupils: "there Is a girl in the middle of the boundless
Steppes, holds the book and thinks: "Here I will grow, I will be learnt and I will go
To rob... ".
"And you here at what?" - I have asked, otsmejavshis. "And thus,
- Has murmured Nastka, - that I and am this daughter Soviet
Kirghizia... "That is she meant not books, and predatory
The future, and can be, and the present if to consider, for example, it
Trade - podrabotku in a market stall. Has still added, that wrote
In the regional newspaper not that thought, - the editor-in-chief methodically
zarubal sharp materials, also it was necessary julit. That it bent
Stick, it was visible to the naked eye, but, as they say, for
That has bought, for that and I sell, - more than any reasons of the
Sudden departure from Novosibirsk Anastas has not named.
Has brought it far, in a godforsaken place on the river Ine where lived it
Distant relatives. Despite wolves and other living creatures, village,
In which Nastasja it was warmed, has appeared rather rich. Speak,
That else at the tsar fluent peasants here lodged, - took the earths,
How much could process (and the earth here special, fat),
Erected light wooden houses and had a prosperity, not the comparable
With a prosperity of an average strip of Russia. Like and times others, and in
To the country the power was changed yes has overturned, but still in these
Reserved places all live a subsistence economy. And monetary
Accumulation both was not, and is not present. And anybody, apparently, in them especially
Does not require. In an outer entrance hall at Nasti there is a 20-litre flask of the fragrant
Taiga to honey - scoop, how much you want. This free honey - with
Collective-farm apiary, and is still own a beehive, for which
Looks after itself Nastasja. In the summer when my friends stayed with it,
Nastja has come somehow vizbu with the big armfuls kislitsy - wild
Red currant at which all is broken without ceremony by branches and already
Absolutely gather berries. Has told, that nedobrala because has seen
On jagodnike the big bear who too has wanted to regale,
uvidala also has run away...
It was arranged Nastasja uchitelkoj in local school to teach
The literature. Recently has received from it the letter. Says, that it is better
In total at it goes Turgenev and Pushkin, and on Chekhov and Dostoevsky
Stumbles, and children somehow inattentively listen. Has asked
To copy to it on a videocassette one of films, to which I
Composed the scenario to show to its rural children. I
Has copied and has sent, growing cold with horror. Because about reaction of children
On a film intended for elite film festivals,
It was necessary to guess only... But anything. Has escaped punishment. Children not
Have beaten the teacher. And whether they here have grown fond of Dostoevsky, it
The big question...
I look in a window of the Moscow apartment. Some the working
Destroy a jackhammer asphalt. Foreign cars are by carried by. In
To foliage of a faded maple the tempered sparrows potter about. I look on
All it also I think: "And I could refuse the life, send
The asphalt to hell cracked under a window to forget, as a dreadful dream,
Automobile stoppers and city ashes? "Is not present, probably could not,
Has not mastered... And how to describe that, what's happened from my acquaintance?
I think of it, I think, and anything else does not come to mind,
Except words of apostle Paul: "All test. Good keep".
I am glad, that "medvediha" Nastja lives so.
JURY OF ARABS.
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//* an information Source: the General newspaper, 3.06.99
//* Reg. Nom. - 1090600052.53-------------------------------------------
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