Our schoolyard
I dream of summer… In the morning I am awakened by a horn, like in a camp. This is already in reality. I wake up, ready to jump out of the tent on the grass, but I see above myself a high ceiling, on the left and right – beautiful wallpaper. Through the open door you can see the grand piano. For his sake I came here from a small village near Donetsk.
Charging, breakfast – and into the yard: at least a little breathing before a long day. Although what kind of air is there? Through a low fence, all the petrol aromas of buses, cars and trucks penetrate to us. Left – entrance to the school, on the right – the wall kozhvendispansera. A closed rectangle seemed to cut the volleyball net in half. Another hour will pass and a volley ball will fly over it, and the courtyard will be announced by the whistle of a physical education teacher and cries of players and fans. And while silent look at each other huge windows-eyes: a boarding school – on school,
High school students told that Krainev, now a world-famous pianist and organizer of the International Pianists Contest, also walked in this courtyard and was engaged in this hall. Now he comes to us from Germany and again goes through the courtyard to school to lead the jury of the contest that bears his name.
It’s March now. Soon it will get warmer, you can sit on the bench, look at the first tiny leaves, listen to the singing of birds… As I thought about it, the courtyard began to fill with our boarding school children. Everyone wants to study before the lessons in solfeggio and in the specialty. The yard is pronounced with the sounds of a piano, a violin, a cello. With them compete low sounds of a tuba and the cocky voice of a pipe. And in a short intermission broke and recorder. This is one of the kids was learning the first in life gamma. From them all our former students began, and now world-famous musicians.
The bell. I cross the yard where they used to walk. Now it will be my daily itinerary.
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