А. Приставкин - Фотографии - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

We lived far from home, I and my sister, who was six years old. So that she does not forget relatives, once a month I brought my sister to our cold bedroom, put on the bed and; He took out an envelope with photos.

- Look, Luda, here is our mother. She is at home, she is very sick.

“I get sick ...” the girl repeated.

- And this is our dad. He is at the front, hits the Nazis.

- Beat ...

- This is a aunt. We have a good aunt.

- And here?

- Here we are with you. This is Lyudochka. And this is me.

And the sister clapped in tiny bluish hands and repeated: “Lyudochka and I. Lyudochka and I ... "

A letter came from the house. A stranger hand was written about our mother. And I wanted to run from the orphanage somewhere. But there was my sister nearby. And the next evening we sat clinging to each other, and watched the photos.

- Here is our dad, he is at the front, and aunt, and a little Lyudochka ...

- And mom?

- Mother? Where is mom? Probably lost ... But then I will find. But look what aunt we have. We have a very good aunt.

There were days, months. On a frosty day, when the pillows with which the windows plugged were covered with lush hoar, the postman brought a small leaflet. I held it in my hands, and my fingertips froze. And something jammed in the stomach. For two days I did not come to my sister. And then we sat nearby, watched the photos.

- Here is our aunt. Look what amazing aunt we have! Just a wonderful aunt. And here is Lyudochka and me.

- And where is dad?

- Dad? Let's see.

- lost, right?

- Yeah. Lost.

And the sister asked, lifting the clean frightened eyes:

- Have you lost good?

There were months, years. And suddenly we were told that children were returned to Moscow, to parents. We were bypassed with a notebook and asked who we are going to go to, who we have from relatives. And then the head teacher called me and said, looking at the papers:

- Boy, a part of our pupils remains here for a while. We leave you with your sister. We wrote to your aunt, asked if she can accept you. She, unfortunately ...

I read the answer.

In the orphanage, the doors clapped, the tops moved to a heap, and mattresses were twisted. The guys were preparing in Moscow. We sat with his sister and were not going anywhere. We looked at the photos.

- Here is Lyudochka. And here I am.

- And more?

- More? Look: here is Lyudochka. And here. And there is a lot of me. After all, there are a lot of us, right?

Lyceum No. 1581 Moscow, 2017