В стране, где всё возможно. Спирина Н.Д. Повесть-сказка. - Глава 3. Причина и следствие - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

In early August, in a large village, in a three -walk hours from a mountain village where Petya lived, a large fair was arranged annually. The people from all around the district and even from distant places gathered and gathered there. Petya loved to be at this fair. What you just do not see there! And most importantly, there were a lot of different people on it. In his village, Petya knew everyone to vigor, and there are so many new faces, and all are different, and each has their own fate and features. If you meet and ask you well, then everyone can tell so many interesting cases from their lives, but many have their own secrets, but it’s much more difficult to get to those.

People were very interested in Petya, he looked at them eagerly and always tried to unravel that there was a person inside a person. “Look, you will know a lot, you will grow old soon! - his grandfather jokingly warned him. “It’s painful that you are eating, in the gutto, you’re ready to climb a person.” But Petya was not afraid to grow old and, at any opportunity, he made new acquaintances and dawned his acquaintances with endless questions, but he received not all answers to all the answers. Often people could not answer him at all, they themselves did not know.

And this time Petya and grandfather went to the fair. And he took magic glasses with him, never parted with them. They can come in handy everywhere.

They came to the bazaar, and Petya's eyes scattered, does not know where to look. And the product is dark, and the living creatures are different in all voices screams and sings; Balaganes, carousels, all sorts of games, and people are teeming. Do not push. Petya looks at all this motley, noisy world with greedy eyes, fun to him.

Suddenly, nearby, the people began to cramped and go up to miss someone. People were whispered among themselves. Petya looked up from his grandfather and began to push forward - to see who people give the road to the fair, what a wonderful way! Petya climbed through the crowd, looked where everyone was looking, and how cold water from the mountain stream was doused: all the fun went away at once.

A tall, middle-aged, gloomy look, a man rolled in front of him something like a large wheelbarrow on which a strange creature was reclining. It was a boy of about fifteen, with thin correct facial features and thick curly hair. He was very pale, and large dark eyes burned with gloomy fire of suffering and hopelessness. His head seemed huge on a weak little body, and instead of ordinary arms and legs, some lifeless dry rags hung. The latter was so terrible that Petit took his breath. Following the wheelbarrow was a dry old woman, leading three small kids on the rope, which she apparently led to sale.

When the tall man who rolled the car caught up with Petya, he could not stand it. He jerked a man behind the floor of the shirt and as a stabbing whisper asked: "Uncle, why is he so, huh?" “Handing like that,” the man answered abruptly and gloomily. “Why is it ...” Petya began to be inquired. “You get rid of you,” he muttered sharply, turned away from Petit and rolled the car further.

The old woman with the kids, hearing Petit's questions, turned out to be more talkative. “You coped about my grandson,” she said. - Oh, our grief is bitter, inescapable! Such an unfortunate cripple for his own and our misfortune was laid! Mother, as he gave birth to him, immediately died, but now we are with my father, for the fifteenth year. And they rolled him here, there is no one to leave him with. After all, nothing can do anything, and then it has to be from a spoon, worse than a chest baby cares with him. Already measured at least, or something, forgive me! People have so healthy children die, but this one lives and lives. ” "Does he understand everything?" - Petya asked in a whisper. “Even as he understands! It’s so intelligent and smart, only says little. He is silent more and thinks his bitter Duma. Such proud. You think it’s easy for him that the people will stare at him and regrets it?! He is worse than mortal flour, but what can you do? '' What could, he said, would take a knife so and stabbed to immediately. '' Yes, there’s nothing to take a knife, what a matter is! ”

At that moment, Petya felt that someone's strong hand grabbed him by the shoulder and dragged him to the side. Petya rushed