А. П. Чехов - АНЮТА. Читает Андрей Миронов. - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

In the cheapest number of Lisbon furniture rooms, a 3rd year medical student walked from corner to corner, Stepan Klochkov, and zealously crammed his medicine. From a tireless, tense grinder, his mouth was dry and sweat appeared on his forehead.

At the window pulled by the edges with icy patterns, I sat on the stool of his tenant, annie, a small, thin brunette of 25 years old, very pale, with meek gray eyes. Bending her back, she embroidered with red threads on the collar of the male shirt. The work was in a hurry ... The corridor clock was hoarsely pierced by two in the afternoon, and the number was not yet removed. The crumpled blanket, scattered pillows, books, dress, a large dirty pelvis filled with soap slops in which cigarette butts swimming, SOR on the floor - everything seemed to be dumped into one heap, deliberately mixed, crumpled ...

“The right light consists of three shares ...” Klochkov knocked. - Borders! The upper fraction on the front wall of the chest reaches up to 4-5 ribs, on the side surface to the 4th rib ... Nazadi to Spina Scapulae ...

Klochkov, trying to imagine just read, raised his eyes to the ceiling. Having not received a clear performance, he began to probe the upper ribs through his vest.

“These ribs are like piano keys,” he said. - In order not to confuse in the account, you certainly need to get used to them. I will have to plaster on the skeleton and on a living person ... Come on, Anyuta, let me oriente!

Anyuta left embroidery, took off her blouse and straightened up. Klochkov sat against her, frowned and began to count her ribs.

-Um ... the first rib is not felt ... it is behind the collarbone ... this will be the second rib ... so ... this is the third ... this is the fourth .... um .... um .... So ... what are you clicking?

- Your fingers are cold!

- Well, well ... you won’t die, do not twist ... So, this is the third rib, and this is the fourth ... skinny you are so in appearance, and the ribs are barely felt. This is the second ... This is the third ... No, this way you get confused and you won’t imagine it is clear ... you have to draw. Where is my corner?

Klochkov took the corner and drew them on the chest of Anyuta several parallel lines corresponding to the ribs.

- Perfect. Everything, as in the palm of your hand ... well, and now you can knock. Get up!

Anyuta got up and raised her chin. Klochkov took up the tapping and so plunged into this lesson that he did not notice how his lips, his nose and fingers at Anyuta turned blue from the cold. Anyuta trembled and was afraid that the medic, noticing her trembling, would stop drawing with coal and knocking, and then, perhaps, she would be badly passing the exam.

“Now everything is clear,” Klochkov said, stopping knocking. “You sit down and do not wash the coal, but for now I’ll be a little more.”

And the medic began to walk and cram. Anyuta, as if tattooed, with black stripes on her chest, giving up from the cold, sat and thought. She spoke at all very little, always silent and thought everything, thought ...

For all six to seven years, she was staggering in furnished rooms, such as Kill, she knew about five people. Now all of them have already ended the courses, went into people and, of course, as decent people, have long forgotten her. One of them lives in Paris, two doctors, the fourth artist, and the fifth even, they say, is already a professor. Klochkov - the sixth ... Soon this course will end, will go to people. Undoubtedly, the future is fine, and a large person will probably come out of Klochkov, but the present is very bad: Klochkov has no tobacco, no tea, and four pieces are left. It is necessary to end embroidery as soon as possible, carry it to the customer and then buy for the received quarter and tea and tobacco.

- Can I come in? - was heard outside the door.

Anyuta quickly threw a woolen scarf over her shoulders. The artist Fetisov came in.

“And I'm with a request to you,” he began, turning to Klochkov and brutally looking from under the hair hanging on his forehead. - Do a favor, lend me your beautiful girl for two hours! I write, you see, a picture, but without a model it is impossible!

- Ah, with pleasure! - CONGLES