Summary of “Starfall”
– And shoitka idleness z cholovikom not zrobyt? – As if justifying himself for all, said the guard, confidingly looking at Lida, and then thought and added already strictly-officially: – I can go out the gate to the bench.
I was sitting on a bench near the gate of the shipment, staring at my feet.
A lot of people were pouring down the street, more and more military. But already easily dressed girls went. What beautiful girls here in the Kuban, only begin to grow heavier early. It’s from a good meal, probably from fruit. I once managed to break a branch from a maple that grew over a bench. The kidneys were already glued to their fingers, and the radio somewhere, from some roof, was playing about the spring.
“Misha!” Lida called me, but I did not immediately hear her, I was somewhere far from her and from myself, and she shook me lightly on the shoulder: “Misha!
– Misha, what’s wrong with you? Misha! –
But I could not speak. I was the last of my strength. I felt that if I say a word, I immediately burst into tears and complain about the transfer, I will say that I feel bad without it, without Lida, and that the wound is being revealed to me, and that I would not like to be in front of her like I now. I would like to be that beautiful, remote young man, whom I always told her in my fairy tales. And if I really was it, this fabulous grandmother, I would tell everyone, all people in my kingdom, to give out beautiful clothes, especially to young people, especially those who never wore it and love for the first time. and if not forever, then at least a day would stop the war.
But I am a soldier, a non-combatant soldier, cropped, like all soldiers, naked, and there is no more fairy tale, the fairy tale is over. No time now for fairy tales,
“Lida, you better leave,” I said, and got up from the bench. Greet the mother! She’s smart, she’s a woman. She
“Very well, Misha, I’ll leave.” I’m going now. I’m just a letter.
We stood in the middle of the sidewalk, and people walked around and pushed us. Lida said something, or her lips quivered: it was impossible to understand. I leaned over to her, and it dawned on me:
“Misha, I’m afraid for you!” Misha, I’m afraid to leave you here alone. You have something in your eyes.
“Please, Lida, go!” – I threw off the maple branch tied up by the knot, bit my lip and looked up at the sky. “Go, nothing will happen to me.” I’m a bear-bearer, “I tried to joke. But the joke did not work, my voice stopped, and I gently turned it away from me. “Please.”
She obediently went from me, in an old-fashioned slouch. I felt – Lida is about to turn around.
“Please do not look back.”
She walked slowly and heard these words, shook her head, agreed. and still looked back. With her bright eyes, in which there was flour, she called me.
– Yes, go away! – I yelled, pushed the sentry and ran into the yard.
I climbed on the bunk, tightly covered myself with an overcoat and cried silently until there were tears. Then I lay down just so, weakened by tears, and for the first time in my life I learned how a person’s heart can ache. Someone carefully pulled my greatcoat off me. I thought that she intended to seize two of those blatantas-they might even let the soldier’s last greatcoat on a drunkard-and rose abruptly.
“Curse, soldier.” – From the darkness they extended a luminous cigarette butt.
I gulped smoke from the bull-calf, even my lips burned.
“Did they kill someone?” – asked me from the darkness, the one that gave him a bite.
“When will this be the end?” – Sigh, silence, and after a while – quiet, kind advice: – Go ahead, boy, if you can.
I again wrapped myself in my overcoat, I got angry and fell asleep in the morning. In the afternoon I went into operation and with the first “buyer” got to Ukraine. From there it was closer to get to the front and find your own part. In the non-combatant part, of course, I did not think to stay – I can still run, shoot, work, and drag bricks and rails or soap to cook and without me anyone will.
Well, that’s the point. I never saw Lida again in real life, and I have nothing more to say about my love. In the books often happen unexpected meetings, and I did not have this.
The war began to swirl around me, throwing me from the regiment to the regiment, from the hospital to the hospital, from shipment to the forwarding. Gradually, the pain in her soul subsided, and the feeling of crushing, of loneliness was dispelled, everything was included in its shores. In the hustle and bustle of the military, my love seemed to fade, and then, it seemed, completely decayed, forever, for good.
But the years have passed. Many years. And the war is remembered as a distant, protracted dream in which an unfamiliar and at the same time a boy who is close to me acts, and I all think: “Maybe, I will meet?” It happens, it happens! ” And I know that you can not return anything, you will not return it, and still I think, I wait, I hope.
I love my native country, although I do not know how to say this, as I could not once and tell my girlfriend about love. But our land is very big, it’s Russian. You will lose a person and you will not suddenly find one.
But to the one who loved and was loved, happiness, there is also the memory of love, longing for it and thinking about the fact that somewhere there is a person who also thinks about you, and, perhaps, in the life of this vain, difficult and it becomes easier for him among the gray everyday life, when he remembers his youth – after all, in memory of each other, we are so forever and remain young and happy. And no one will ever repeat neither our youth, nor our happiness, which someone called “bitter”. No, no, happiness is not bitter, it is not true! Bitter happens only misfortune.
I often think about all this when I am alone, I remain with myself, I think with the grim sadness of which Alexander Sergeyevich, our unforgettable beautiful poet, is better, deeper and more piercing than all of us who knew how to feel love, respect her and his soul loving, said so simply and so confidently: “My sadness is bright.”
On bright nights, when a solid starfall gushes across the sky, I like to be alone in the forest, I watch the stars flash, fire, flare up the sky and fly away somewhere. They say that many of them have long gone out, gone out long before we were born, but their light is still coming to us, still shining on us.
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