Текст песни Модель для сборки - Михаил Кликин - Мужик

- Anna! Come here! Anna! - shouted old Agafya in a window with cracked trimmed panels, curtained with yellowed tulle. No one responded. She tapped a dry fist into the rattling glass and, clinging to it, looked into the hut. But I didn’t really see anything there and shouted again: - Are you sleeping or something? Stand out for a minute! Anna! Hey!
      It was an early August morning. The swollen pink sun reluctantly rose above a distant forest. Gray mist spread along the ground, clinging to bushes, hedges, flowing down into lowlands, curling in curls under the lazy gusts of the newly awakened morning breeze. There was a clear silence. Only somewhere in the distance, the cuckoo considered someone else's years, and four village roosters made their usual morning roll call. Cows didn’t moo, goats bleat, dogs bark - the village was dying, living out the last years, gradually ending with old age.
      Once upon a time, there were almost forty courtyards here, there was a church in the thirtieth year destroyed by the Bolsheviks. At one time, there was a stone two-story six-year school built by the Soviet authorities, and its first-aid post, post office, calf house, and chicken house were in the village ... Now everything is overgrown with nettles and ivan tea, chikan and swan. Even the dirt road, which had previously cut the village along, turned out to be useless today and gradually disappeared under the broad leaves of burdocks. Abandoned orphaned houses with broken windows and doors embedded in the ground are slowly rotting. They broke under their own weight rafters, roofs fell through, empty courtyards collapsed. And only the log cabins, overgrown with wild grass, still stood, not surrendering to the inexorable time ... And it seemed strange how four houses, four huts still live in this forgotten corner. Incredibly, four old women somehow lived in a lost village ...
      Agafye was chilly, and she snuggled tightly into a torn padded jacket and straightened the gray shawl thrown over her shoulders.
      - You died there, or what, forgive, Lord? she murmured and knocked again at the low window.
      The curtain jerked back, and in the window a thin old woman's face appeared, pitted with deep wrinkles and bordered with disheveled gray hair.
      - Why are you drumming? - dully came through the glass.
      - You got a man?
      - He is not here. In the forest went neither light nor dawn. - Anna with a thump opened the flaky frame. - And is he to you?
      - At the well gate broke. Make it necessary. The pen burst. Almost hurt me. And now you can't get a bucket.
      - He is not here. He went to the forest, - repeated Anna and invited: - Maybe you can take a look, neighbor?
      - It would be necessary to go ... And how will appear, you ask him.
      - Okay.
      They were silent for a bit. Agafya was in no hurry to leave, she sat down on the bollard, her hands freezing in her pockets. Anna half leaned out of the window, the wind sifted through her gray tresses, weaving weightless threads of the August web into her hair.
      - Has he gone to his piece of iron again? - asked Agafya.
      - Yeah. In the forest.
      - And why are they to him?
      - The car is his.
      - How do you know how?
      - I know. He said.
      - So he's dumb.
      - Dumb, dumb ... - Anna mocked, but did not explain anything.
      They fell silent again, basking in the cool morning sun.
      - Strange you have it all the same.
      Anna did not answer.
      “And the porch I need to fake,” Agafya remembered. - And it is already completely rotted. It's scary to walk with water, God forbid, it will break under your foot, and you will lie for the rest of your life ... Tell him about the porch too, okay?
      - Okay...
      - What would we do without him? Whatever is, and all man. Deduce what, bring. Matrena, won, the roof shingled. The garden is digging ... - Agafya took a long sigh, paused and repeated: - And what would we do without him?
      “He will be leaving soon,” said Anna.
      - How to leave? - Agripina was alarmed.
      - That's how. Make your car and go.
      - How so? And we?
      - We lived before ...
      - burn her over