Текст песни Илья Репин - Далекое близкое - Глава 1. Мои восторги.

Moscow. Publisher: Zakharov. 2002. Reads by O. Fedorov.

 ¶My Enthusiasm.§
     Kindly, glorified, accepted with such great honor that even
conscience worries about the undeservingness of all this honor, I release a book
pen writing. At different times, under different moods
a whole circle of life, from childhood to old age.
     Instead of a preface, I offer a recollection of the most interesting minutes
of my life. We do not value them, release them, we are even ashamed and hush up. I AM
I sketch them out — brief passages.
     One of the first minutes of admiration happened to me in my early childhood.
on Osinovskaya street. Our street suddenly changed completely: both the huts and the forest beyond
Donets, and all the people, and the boys, who ran quickly to our street, - everything is like
as if lit up brighter. Far away, at the end of the street, through the dust raised high
the copper pipes of the regimental trumpeters on white horses sparkled; in one tape
soldiers fluttered over the horses, and fluttered above them like birds,
over a whole regiment in the air are the sultans of rush. The clang was heard more audibly
saber, snoring and especially bright neighing of horses. Harnesses shone closer and clearer
and foaming horned bits through the dust from below.
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     And suddenly it all seemed to jump up the whole street at once and
rolled across the sky: trumpets rang loudly!
     These sounds ran over the Donets, beyond the Malinovsky Forest, and were reflected
in all gardens of Priesten. The fun swept in a wide wave, and even for Gridina
hill - to the city; I wanted to jump, scream, laugh and cry, madly
riding on the road ...
     Oh music! She always penetrated me to the bone. First time in
some gentlemen had a ball in our clean half of the house, a lot came
musicians with big violins and when the string orchestra is piercing
sounded, so it seemed to me for some reason - the end of the world is coming, I have
darkened in the eyes ...
     I was already waiting for total death and was surprised that everyone was calm and even
rejoiced at something, did not cry.
     Only Anyuta Ryadova understood, like me, this music for everyone. She with
writhed in tears, then slowly began to scream, she was shaken by a fever.
She fell to the floor on the porch and hit the floor until she was lifted and carried away.
our rooms, where they sprayed water with coal, whispered that it was the "evil eye" and
that she needs to "pour out the commotion" ... I was fastening, then I got used to
the sounds of the orchestra, and I already even liked this sparkling abyss. And around
danced so merrily in pairs and round dances ...
   ¶II§
     Once, having heard the readings of mother about the lives of the saints, and especially about
I couldn’t sleep for a long time in St. Mark, who was saved in the Mount of Thrax.
relentlessly captivated me the desire to become a saint: hurry up: flee to
desert ... There are rocks, abysses, lions, and I tremble all in the heat and run all
further, I climb uphill higher and higher ... It seemed clear: I’m far away and
I settle in a cave.
     And then on Holy Saturday and to me, like to Mark, comes a saint
old man. We are both strict fasts. But when it was lunch time and we
“hung up”, then my friend took out a chicken egg and offered it for our
the meal. And we ate an egg on Good Saturday and already knew that we were letting go
this unforgivable sin is a violation of Lent. And I clearly imagined
to myself my saint: he was short, was already gray, and the color of his face
and the hand was "like the bark of a date."
     In the morning we searched for wild honey in the rocks and deep crevices ...
     In my dreams I came to complete delight; I felt hot and
I wanted to run, run without looking back. I got up from my little one
sofa, put on something and quietly, on tiptoe - to the door.