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Автор: Валентина Семенова
Тема:Свободная тема
Опубликовано: 2016-12-15 08:25:03
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ПИСЬМА ПРАБАБУШКИ ПИСЬМО 5 часть 3

             XXXVIII
Пришел сентябрь. Опять студентов                                                                                                                                                        
В колхоз отправила страна,                                                                                                                                    
Чтоб из манжет интеллигентных                                                                                                                  
Была б рабочая видна                                                                                                                                                      
Рука. К тому же, труд бесплатный                                                                                                          
Облагораживал приятно.                                                                                                                                      
– Ведь нет приятнее вещей,                                                                                                                                
Чем сбор осенних овощей! –                                                                                                                                       
Так мы шутили, озирая                                                                                                                                      
Поля моркови и свеклы,                                                                                                                                   
И журавлиное «курлы»,                                                                                                                                       
С небес нахмуренных слетая,                                                                                                                            
Не приглашало нас взгрустнуть.                                                                                                                    
Потом, потом, когда-нибудь…
                XXXIX
Как ни хвастливо, ни банально,                                                                                                                                
Но этот месяц для меня                                                                                                                                   
Стал бенефисом триумфальным                                                                                                                       
Буквально с первого же дня:                                                                                                                              
Меня не просто допустили -                                                                                                                            
Меня позвали, пригласили                                                                                                                                
В что ни на есть элитный пласт,                                                                                                                        
В его заветный circle of trust.                                                                                                                              
С французской кафедры ребята,                                                                                                                  
Весельчаки и шутники,                                                                                                                                      
На приключения легки                                                                                                                                
Четыре живчика, а пятый -                                                                                                                            
Он так Высоцкого играл                                                                                                                                        
И пел, что лагерь замирал,
                XL
Его заслушавшись, а Толик                                                                                                                          
От наши взглядов весь горел,                                                                                                                       
Для нас одних, для нас - и только!                                                                                                                    
Для четырех девчонок пел.                                                                                                                                  
Я и смеялась, и шутила,                                                                                                                                    
Я наконец-то ощутила,                                                                                                                                   
Что не ущербна, а полна,                                                                                                                                  
Что наконец-то я равна                                                                                                                                    
Тем, на кого смотрела жадно,                                                                                                                           
Как гадкий маленький плебей                                                                                                                            
На гордых белых лебедей.                                                                                                                                
Все было весело и складно,                                                                                                                                  
И мыслям некогда парить.                                                                                                                                  
Я научилась там курить,
              XLI
Явились новые подружки -                                                                                                                                
Непринужденней и смелей:                                                                                                                              
Наташа, Лена и Надюшка.                                                                                                                                        
Мы возвращались из полей,                                                                                                                              
« Поляну»  вместе накрывали,                                                                                                                               
Бывало, что и танцевали,                                                                                                                                       
Но чаще слушали «Коней»                                                                                                                                   
И «Баньку» или же о ней,                                                                                                                                        
О той, которая в Париже                                                                                                                                  
Была однажды. Нам самим                                                                                                                                
И Монпарнас и славный мим                                                                                                                            
Казались родственней и ближе.                                                                                                                            
И дух Высоцкого витал                                                                                                                                        
Вокруг, волнуя наш витал.
               XLII
На пары мы не разбивались,                                                                                                                                              
Держались вместе как кулак,                                                                                                                                   
Мы в каждый новый день влюблялись –                                                                                                  
Нам было весело и так.                                                                                                                                           
Приятно быть в деревне первым,                                                                                                                                
И мы слегка высокомерно                                                                                                                                                
На всех смотрели остальных                                                                                                                                  
Как на ущербных и больных.                                                                                                                                
Уж эти тени превосходства!                                                                                                                               
Своей нелепой пеленой                                                                                                                                    
Все застилают ум земной,                                                                                                                                   
Черня частенько благородство.                                                                                                                      
Лишь сердце может уберечь                                                                                                                              
От жажды кем-то пренебречь.
                  XLIII
Вот вам и вся смешная сумма                                                                                                                           
Колхозных радостей, но я                                                                                                                              
Боялась даже и подумать,                                                                                                                                   
Взглянув на лист календаря,                                                                                                                                
Что надо в город возвращаться,                                                                                                                           
С беспечной жизнью распрощаться.                                                                                                                
Скажите, ну не ерунда?                                                                                                                                    
И   тень Высоцкого тогда                                                                                                                                       
Со мной сыграла злую шутку:                                                                                                                               
Был на него слегка похож                                                                                                                              
Один сокурсник. Ну и что ж,                                                                                                                                            
Что только внешне? На минутку                                                                                                                      
Мне показалось, что певец                                                                                                                            
Меня заметил наконец.
              XLIV
Его настойчивые взгляды                                                                                                                            
Конечно льстили, что скрывать?                                                                                                                    
Я не была безумно рада,                                                                                                                                
Но начинала привыкать                                                                                                                              
И даже чуточку гордиться,                                                                                                                                    
Что у меня под боком рыцарь.                                                                                                                        
Пускай немного мелковат,                                                                                                                                      
Пускай немного фатоват.                                                                                                                                    
Внучата, милые, спросите                                                                                                                                
Свою прабабку: « Отчего                                                                                                                                                                                                                               
Ты не отвадила его?»                                                                                                                                              
Пересевая в мелком сите                                                                                                                               
Давно минувшие дела,                                                                                                                                          
Я самородков не нашла.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                
             XLV    
Похвастать нечем после Эда,                                                                                                                            
Чья жизнь с моей пересеклась                                                                                                                                    
Так ненадолго, с кем беседа                                                                                                                                    
Так упоительно лилась…                                                                                                                                                  
Но нет страшнее живоглота ,                                                                                                                        
Чем повседневности болото                                                                                                                                
Для нерешительной души.                                                                                                                                                   
Мне показались хороши                                                                                                                                        
И клюв и перышки синицы                                                                                                                                              
В руке. Но я себя ловлю,                                                                                                                                    
На поклоненьи  журавлю.                                                                                                                                   
Его полеты будут сниться,                                                                                                                                    
Тревожа, восемь долгих лет.                                                                                                                          
Поймете ль вы такой ответ?   
               XLVI
Мы год встречались. И однажды                                                                                                       
Районный врач оповестил                                                                                                                                    
Меня о чем-то очень важном:                                                                                                                            
Мой организм уже растил                                                                                                                                
Другую жизнь… Я онемела                                                                                                                               
И поплелась домой несмело.                                                                                                                            
Сестре решилась позвонить,                                                                                                                                
Чтоб обстановку прояснить. –                                                                                                                                          
Там, у нее, гостила мама                                                                                                                                    
И помогала с детворой                                                                                                                                    
(У них как раз тогда второй                                                                                                                              
Родился)… Может, телеграммой                                                                                                           
Послать ей радостную весть                                                                                                                        
Что внук появится и здесь?
                XLVII
Моя сестричка согласилась                                                                                                                            
Ей эту новость сообщить,                                                                                                                                      
И страшным криком огласилась                                                                                                                    
Квартира. ......................
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Мы были зрителями сцен                                                                                                                                   
Из славной оперы «Кармен»
                 XLVIII
Теперь шучу, но не до шуток                                                                                                                            
Тогда мне было – целый век                                                                                                                            
Тянулось время этих суток                                                                                                                                   
Длиною в тысячу парсек.                                                                                                                                   
Мы ждали маму. Самолетом                                                                                                                              
Она летела. Отчего-то,                                                                                                                                
Хоть день был ясен и погож,                                                                                                                       
Меня все время била дрожь.                                                                                                                            
Меня б не выгнали из дома,                                                                                                                               
Не запретили бы рожать…                                                                                                                                
Тогда зачем же так дрожать?                                                                                                                               
О, тень Гоморры и Содома                                                                                                                                
Уже накрыла горизонт                                                                                                                                    
Как беспросветно-черный зонт.
                XLIX
Я истерически зевала:                                                                                                                                  
Когда, когда же прилетит?                                                                                                                        
К самой себе я  ощущала                                                                                                                                    
И отвращение и стыд.                                                                                                                                    
Сидим, распятые заране,                                                                                                                                    
На старом, вытертом диване.                                                                                                                           
Отец, приняв мрачнейший вид,                                                                                                                       
Со мной и с ним не говорит.                                                                                                                               
Идет встречать ее. И сразу                                                                                                                    
Подельник шепчет мне: - Давай!                                                                                                                    
Теперь, пожалуй, убирай                                                                                                                                            
Быстрей фарфоровую вазу                                                                                                                
Подальше с этого стола,                                                                                                                                   
Пока она и ты цела.
              L
Смеемся нервно, ждем. И слышим:                                                                                                                    
В двери ворочается ключ.                                                                                                                               
Друг другу шепчем: - Тише, тише.                                                                                                                   
«Разбор полетов» неминуч!                                                                                                                           
Что ж, долетались… Как на море                                                                                                                      
Меня качает. В коридоре                                                                                                                            
Снимают обувь. Тишина.                                                                                                                                           
Потом: - Она бе-ре-мен-на?                                                                                                                          
Вопрос как каменная глыба                                                                                                                            
Упал на голову. Ушли                                                                                                                                          
На кухню. Мысленно в пыли                                                                                                                            
Валяюсь кающейся рыбой.                                                                                                                        
Давлюсь расплавленной слюной,                                                                                                                    
Застыв, как столбик соляной.    
                  LI  
Мы уцелели, мир не рухнул.                                                                                                                    
Набравшись смелости, вдвоем                                                                                                                       
Идем к родителям на кухню,                                                                                                                           
Где наконец-то издаем                                                                                                                                  
Я – вздох, он – целых двадцать звуков:                                                                                                    
-
Прошу… у вашей… дочки… руку…                                                                                                                        
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И  где-то ближе к ноябрю…                                                                                                                          
Постойте! Что я говорю?                                                                                                                            
Мы в декабре сыграли свадьбу,                                                                                                                  
Домой сокурсников позвав.                                                                                                                        
И нам, как token of love,                                                                                                                                
А может, просто шутки ради,                                                                                                                        
Вручили старые часы –                                                                                                                              
Значок неладной полосы.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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