Vanshenkin Biography photo


Although we have become old, gray -haired, and much is still much to us, the peers remained young, because we have not seen each other for a long time. They, among the flaming summer, as before, continue their life. They are still dancing somewhere with the guys who died in battle. Although you are your every move with a colored thread, poetry lives the natural naturalness. A huge country, raging blizzard.

Ordinary words that have found each other.

Vanshenkin Biography photo

On the go, scurry and lick at least a little January snow. Disperse, dust goes to the field. Time time was erasing a lot. But the distance of this loop swept his throat for life. I will save her in detail, I am on the past with memory of Padok. Near the school, in blue snow, a grove of ski bamboo sticks. The long -standing youth is blown away from the desk, now we look at a bewildered look: it turned out that the finish and start for convenience are nearby.

So crumbles down the yell of old churches and autumn forests. Two or three scales remained, not more, a memory of the previous time. It is visible through the branches of the desert field, drops of rain on the cold bark. This happens even with the gods that at times come here. All of them were carried forward, but it was believed: they forever. Today, and also then we will not cope with her, and we will recall the pages familiar to the heart.

Wherever the ways led, the slope will be the vocational and these birches in the distance - the participants of all anthologies. The stereo system plays from the window. So in the thirties, and also from the windows, he wheezed, annoying something, a paveph to something. Light, like Ospi, disturbed the sidewalk. A similar, in fact, sounded a repertoire. And the same T -shirts and blouses in the window.

And the same boys and girls - quite. Like a clip of chopping with fate these days where there were young, but we, not them. Again, the soul is busy with anything. Again, everything is not that, and the life is young as it flows through the sieve, disappearing. Silent sadness, understandable without words. The harsh detail in a cloudless landscape. Perhaps they were destroyed by the venom of the corner of the roots or lightning, the decrease ...

So in the midst of a living crowd, departed stands that arose for a moment in the ray of imagination. The rear workers got up, warming them up and feeding her hard at that time - it was easy to wash the dishes! They lived in the hut, and not in the temple, and got used to the little things, sometimes quarreling in the evenings and reconciling at night. And I was on the shoulder in the rain, in the heat, in the cold.

And I was - I do not want to reduce - seventeen years old, not younger. The girls are sitting on the sofa, and they weave their wreath. Yellow color, it is fraught with the wrong one, today the whole meadow is poured. And their neighbor is already, probably, he will be trimmed or chase. All, from the Petel to Vanya, is waiting for the district military registration and enlistment office.

You are all boys, dandelions, your hair will fly around. Your dusty boots walk with green grass. You, my friend, run in before sending for a minute. It is called "Alyosha" by a Bulgarian people named Alexei Skurlatov with Altai, who served as a prototype of the monument. Dmitry Gnatyuk sings. Music: Eduard Kolmanovsky. How to see off steamers how to see off steamers?

Not at all like trains. Sea slow waters are not that the rails are in two rows. No matter how much judges, there are more worries, because you are no longer on Earth. No matter how row, separation longer when you swim on the ship. Water, water, water around. Water, water. Water rustles ... I remember all over again: they have long removed the ladder. On the very edge of the pier, you are standing, lifting your head.

The water sways and splashes, and the water shares us, but suddenly it is clearly clear than before, that we are close, more than ever. The station towers leave, and the pier is removed. How important everything that you said, everything that I shouted in response. And they escort the steamboats at all like trains.