МДС от 25.01.2008 - Михаил Кликин - Мужик - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

- Anna! Come here! Anna! - shouted the old Agafya into the window paved with a yellowed tulle with cracked platbands. No one spoke. She tapped a dry fist into a rattling glass and, clinging to him, looked into the hut. But she really didn’t see anything there and screamed again: “Are you sleeping?” Stay for a minute! Anna! Hey!

It was an early August morning. The swollen pink sun reluctantly rose above the distant forest. The gray cloths of the fog stood on the ground, clung to the bushes, to hedges, dragged into the lowlands, curled with curls under the lazy impulses of the newly awakened morning breeze. There was a transparent silence. Only somewhere in the distance the cuckoo considered other people's years, and four village roosters arranged the usual morning roll call. The cows did not mumble, the goats did not bleat, the dogs did not yell - the village was dying, lived in recent years, gradually ended from old age.

Once, a long time ago, there were almost forty yards here, there was a church, destroyed by the Bolsheviks in the thirtieth year. At one time, there was a stone two-story six-tape school built by the Soviet government in the village, and its medical center, and the post office, and the calf, and the house ... Now everything has become overgrown with pointing and Ivan Chime, Chican and Lebed. Even the dirt road, which previously cut the village along, was now no need for anyone and gradually disappeared under the wide leaves of the burdocks. Throwing orphaned houses with broken windows and doors grown into the ground slowly rotted. They broke under their own weight of the rafters, roofs fell through, empty courtyards collapsed. And only log log cabins, overgrown with wild grass, still stood, not giving up the inexorable time ... And it seemed strange, as four houses, four huts still live in this forgotten corner. Incredibly, but in the lost village there were still four old women somehow ...

Agafier was chilly, and she smells more tightly into a torn quilted jacket and straightened her gray shawl, thrown over her shoulders.

“Have you died there, sorry, Lord?” she muttered and tapped the low window again.

The curtain pulled away, and in the window it seemed a thin old woman, lifted by deep wrinkles and bordered by disheveled gray hair.

- Why are you drumming? - Mully came through the glass.

- Do you have a man?

- He is not here. Neither light nor dawn went into the forest. - Anna opened the peeling frames with a knock. - And what about you?

- At the well, the gate broke. It would be necessary to do. The pen burst. I almost knocked me down. And now you won’t get a bucket.

- He is not here. He went into the forest, ”Anna repeated and invited:“ Can you look, neighbor? ”

- It would be necessary to go ... And how will it appear, you ask him.

- Okay.

They were silent for a bit. Agafya was in no hurry to leave, she crouched on the rubble, putting her freezing hands in her pockets. Anna half leaned out of the window, the wind sorted her gray -haired cosmas, weaving the weightless threads of the August web into her hair.

- Again, went to my pieces of iron? Agafya asked.

- Yeah. In the forest.

“And why are they to him?”

- The car is his.

- How do you know?

- I know. He said.

- So he's dumb.

“Dumb, dumb ...” Anna mimicked, but she began to explain anything.

They fell silent again, basking in the rays of the non -fire morning sun.

- He's still strange.

Anna answered nothing.

“And I should fake the porch,” Agafya recalled. - And then it was completely rotten. It’s scary to walk with water, God forbid, it will break under your foot, so you will lie for the rest of your life ... Tell him about the porch, okay?

- Okay...

- What would we do without him? Whatever it is, but all a man. Establish something, bring. Matrena, over, blocked the roof of a hand. The garden is digging ... - Agafya sighed for a long time, paused and repeated: - And what would we do without him?

“He will leave soon,” said Anna.

- How will it leave? - Agripina was alarmed.

- But like this. Will make his car and leave.

- How so? And we?

- We lived before ...

- Burn it &