Модель для сборки - Михаил Кликин - Мужик - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

- Anna! Look here! Anna! - I shouted the old Agafya in the windowed window hanging with cracked tips. No one responded. She knocked a dry cam in the rattling glass and, having grown to him, looked into the hut. But I didn't really see anything there and screamed again: - Do you sleep? Lope for a minute! Anna! Hey!

It was an early August morning. The swollen rose sun reluctantly rose over a distant forest. On the ground, the gray tuny panels were harvested, clung to the bushes, behind the hedge, glazed in low-spirits, curls were curly under lazy gusts just asked the morning breeze. There was a transparent silence. Only somewhere in the distance, the cuckoo believed in the distance, and four rustic roosters arranged the usual morning roll ring. They did not mock the cows, the goats did not blear, did not give the dogs - the village was dying, lived in recent years, gradually ended from old age.

Once, a long time ago, there were almost forty courtyards, there was a church, in the thirtieth year destroyed by the Bolsheviks. At one time, there was a village and a stone two-story six-star school, built by the Soviet authorities, and his medical center, and the mail, and a calf, and a poultry house ... Now, all overgrown with nettle and Ivan-tea, Chican and Swan. Even the dirt road that previously dissected the village along, it turned out to be no one who did not need anyone and gradually disappeared under the wide leaves of Lopukhov. Abandoned orphaned houses with knocked out windows and stroke into the ground the doors slowly rotted. Locked under his own weight of rafters, the roofs fell, the empty yards collapsed. And only the log cabins, with the head overgrown with wild grass, still stood, without giving rise to an inexorable time ... And it seemed strange, as four houses still live in this forgotten corner. Incredible, but in a notched village somehow four old women lived ...

Agafier was Zyabko, and she packed up to a torn taggy cheer and corrected gray shawl, filled with shoulders.

- Did you dream there, for sorry, Lord? - I murmured and knocked back into the low window.

The curtain was reached, and the window seemed to be a thin old woman, sprinkled by deep wrinkles and bordered by sewed gray hair.

- What a drumper? - Ducho came to the glass.

- Do you have a man?

- He is not here. There was no light or dawn into the forest. - Anna with a knock opened the ramped frames. - And where is he him?

- The White Well broke. It would be necessary. The handle burst. I almost crushed. And now you will not get any bucket.

- He is not here. In the forest left, - repeated Anna and invited: - Maybe you will look, neighbor?

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

- Okay.

They silent a little. Agafya was not in a hurry to leave, she sat down on Zavalinka, having climbing the flawed hands in his pockets. Anna halfway leaned out of the window, the wind moved her gray cosmas, interstitious threads in the hair in the hair.

- Again to the glands your gone? Asked Agafya.

- Yeah. In the forest.

- And why are they him?

- The car is it.

- And where do you know?

- I know. He said.

- So he is dumb.

"Some, dumb ..." Anna contracted, but nothing became explained.

They again silenced, basking in the rays of a non-jar of the morning sun.

- It's strange you still.

Anna answered nothing.

"I would need to fake a porch," Agafya remembered. - And it has already already rotted. It is afraid of walking with water, God forbid, let's break under the leg, so the rest of my life and break ... Tell him about the porch, okay?

- Okay...

- What would we do without him? What is neither, but all the man. Assign what, bring. Matrey, Won, the roof of duranka blocked. The garden is digging ... - Agafya sighed for a long time, she caught a pause and repeated: - And what would we do without him?

"He will go soon," Anna said.

- How will it go? - agriched agriad.

- That's how. Make your car and leave.

- How so? And we?

- lived before ...

- burn her over