Introduction GOOD TIMES, BAD TIMES Let circumstances change, but not your values ​​When I wrote the first edition of this book in the fall of 2004, I had four decades in the business world under my belt. My life has become richer in every way. Like many before

IRONIC TALE IN POETRY AND PERSONS
for reading and acting

Characters:
Narrator
Tsar
Frog
Princess (aka frog)
Ivan (youngest son)
eldest son
middle son
Elder daughter-in-law
Average daughter-in-law
Old woman
A vampire
and many others...

Narrator:

“There are many different fairy tales -
All do not remember and do not count;
The world, as in a magic mirror,
Everything is reflected in them.

Lots of scary and funny
Youthful and gray-haired;
I'm now, scourging rhymes,
I'll tell you one of them...

In the days of immemorial
They are hidden by time
Lived and reigned king
Surrounded by family.

And this king,
He didn't waste time
Had three legitimate sons
Not talking about others.

The first two - those in the father
And from the back of the head, and from the face -
As if someone Pinocchio
Didn't finish it.

The third one was just an idiot.
And the people thought this:
It can be seen the king in his work
Allowed some kind of marriage.

Some morning or afternoon
The king woke up to the detriment of everyone
And decided to start a dirty trick,
But don't do a lot of trouble.

Got out of bed, walked around
Watered Tradescantia
And a straight line
He twisted it into a spiral in his head.

Long thought: how to be here
And where to direct the agility?
And I first thought
Marry your sons!

He invites all three to himself -
Full of enemy worries -
And, smiling naively,
This is the conversation going on." -

“Pleasant to the eye and soul!
Top models! Well - in general!
Nowhere to even put samples -
Like Faberge eggs!

I thought, appreciated
I thought about it and decided:
I marry you kids
Bring down your stupid, youthful fervor!

Why did the pupils pop out -
Won't fit in glasses?
Stop taking over the female gender
Illegal glasses!

Show better class
You are in your family! At least once!
You are direct heirs!
I'm hoping, damn it, for you!

In general - do not twist your face,
Marriage will comb your agility!
And moments of freedom
You will learn to appreciate!

Eldest son:

"Listen, dad, I myself
So tired of these ladies
That I'm getting married at least tomorrow,
Even today I'll give you a tooth.

middle son:

“Yes, and with all my heart!
Century do not eat broth with noodles!
I've been saying for three years
What a big diaper!”

“Well, what about me?! And I - like everyone else!
Dad! You are all in your beauty!
Arguing with you - shut up trying
A cloud with a finger during a thunderstorm!

“There are no fools in the family!
And I will say without further ado:
I will give you a wedding ...!
I don’t even know what!!!”

Eldest son:

“I need the last Mercedes!
For me to climb into it -
And then between the boys
I would have a solid weight!

And more!…”

"Shut up, son!
You are here, you see, not alone!
Maybe give you a gift
My currency shop?

middle son:

“If possible, I - hookah!
From eastern countries only.
These local products
Bullying deception.

Can't smoke them
They just start to stink!
Expected buzz
Impossible to get."

"Calm down, plan boy!
I'll give you a hookah!
(Nature has rested!)
What about you, Ivan?

“I have a mobile phone!
So that the signal was Mouzon
"Hands up"! Or Serduchka!
Well, cooler - so Kobzon!

"So I'll tell you, daring ones,
Overgrown youths!
We need to take you, fat-faced,
Very urgently under the bridle!

Everyone - only about himself!
A hymn to the rolled lip!
Like the navels of the Earth! More precisely…
Those... navel piercings!

Therefore, sons, we take
By an arrow with a dashing feather
And a hunting bow!
And why - I'll tell you later!

Narrator:

“Everyone goes out on the porch;
And everyone has a face
Hopeless and sad
Like a broken egg.

Only the king is alone and happy
He does not take his eyes off his sons,
Sweet words, as if
I just ate marmalade."

"I'm still alive
And funny for fiction:
Explain the dating process
With this ... with a future wife! ...

... Everyone will go to the hillock -
There is a clearer overview -
And shoot his arrow
Let it fly to someone's yard.

Where whose arrow will fall -
There the bride is waiting:
Climb boldly into the tower -
This is not your scaffold!

This is not a beast in the mouth
And not in the hole in the abyss.
But shoot carefully
So as not to fall into the bride!

Narrator:

“Three arrows flew;
And humbly, like goats,
Brothers, no time to waste
They followed the arrows.

The elder did not look for a long time
And did not caress illusions,
Anxious body
I did not drag around the area.

I went to the boyar court
And I immediately found an arrow:
After all, he thought out his goal
Before the bow pointed ...

... The boyar daughter was
Vast and white;
Though desperately smoking
But she hardly drank.

Didn't diet
And, health is not harmful,
Overshadowed by dimensions
Your own walnut buffet.

Although the prince was a gourmet
And traveled to many countries
But froze in a ridiculous pose,
How the camp saw it.

Everything played inside -
Already the arrow broke the feather:
Well, where to compete with such
Is there any Monroe?

And the boyar is right there,
From hopes - snot salute!
Embraces everything he can
Like a long-awaited octopus.

The eldest son did not become impudent
And hugged the boyar,
Turning his wealth
In their joint capital "...

middle son:

“At this hour, I, the middle son,
Having drunk a stack on the initiative,
Went to the merchant's house,
The howl of the Queen song.

Before that, I went into a rage,
What is on this ground already
I hardly remembered
Why did you go on a voyage?

At the merchant's gate
Finally I closed my mouth
After all, I shot an arrow here -
Not anywhere in the people!

The merchant's daughter was thin,
Like the Kuril ridge;
She has the look of her body
A year since the food ran out.

I saw her at once
Laid a weary eye
On the body that wanted
Like a burnt womanizer.

And she raises her eyebrow,
Already the blood boils in the veins;
In general, they silently agreed
For mutual love.

Narrator:

“And the merchant is more than happy,
Everything hiccups out of place
Wipes everything with a handkerchief
Your beefy façade.

The conversation was short
And the merchant, without wasting his strength,
bored in girls
Daughter sold to his own joy ...

... The third son Ivan the Fool
At this hour I got into a mess:
Climbed into the swamp knee-deep
And it won't come out!

He shot his arrow
From the heart that was strength:
Tried so hard that twice
Almost bit my tongue.

For a long time he was looking for an arrow
Among the field, among the rocks;
In between,
On the sly, shed a tear.

And went into the dense forest,
And climbed into such a wilderness
That I almost remembered from fear
About forgotten enuresis.

Only he was shackled by fear,
He suddenly went out to the swamp;
How I saw my arrow -
Almost jumped out of my pants.

Ivan only took a step,
The legs immediately got stuck in the silt;
He twitched and jumped,
Even a drunkard used to.

He got angry ... Suddenly he looks:
With an arrow he sits
pop-eyed frog
And drills his pupil.

All green, in the grass,
Two leeches on the back of the neck
And a golden crown
On a bald head.

Poor Vanya was stunned
So he himself sat down in the swamp,
But, not seeing crime,
I immediately became bolder.”

"Hey, green, return
I need an arrow. And drive away
From me nasty leeches -
Because they bite!

I have no reason to stand here
And the soul to suffer damage;
I need to look for a bride:
It's the season for brides!

Narrator:

"And the frog is not silent
And without any offense
Whispering a little,
But he speaks clearly." -

Frog:

"Vanya, you are my betrothed,
You wash your eyes
After all, an arrow found me -
So, we will be with you for a century.

wrap me in a scarf
And take off your nervous shock:
And get out of the swamp -
I'm already wet to my underpants!

I will become your wife
Naughty and groovy;
Nothing that I have
Small disadvantage."

“You, of course, took everything -
Funny and cute!…
But I forgot that recently
Was a tadpole!

I don't get it at all
(Maybe I don't think so?):
How do you see in perspective
Our cloudless tandem?

If I were the same
That, of course, would not buzz
And long ago in your swamp
Definitely frequent!

But finally you understand:
My father won't let me
So that with all honest people -
With an amphibian down the aisle!

Frog:

“You are naive, like Mumu ...
I am to you as to my own
I will reveal a terrible secret,
To clear my mind.

Well, you'll decide
And you won't bend your soul
What to have - such a wife
Or, let's say, naked shish!

... Believe it or not:
Was born into the world
I am a princess. Honestly, -
There is nothing more beautiful in the world!

Don't cringe, I'm not always
Mud drove by the pond;
Just to us Koschei the Deathless
Suddenly appeared like a disaster.

I took a look at him
This is where I get it:
The shameless man began to try on
To my body.

I am his spirit
Cooled down, he cooled down
Turned me into a frog
And planted in a swamp.

But soon the time will pass
The spell will come off
And frog clothes
Undoubtedly, it will disappear.

Until then, my love,
You wash me a little
Wrap in a white handkerchief
And take it home with you."

Narrator:

“And in that hour, the king-father
Sons waited in the palace:
Ordered to find in the closet
Even a measurement for rings.

Sat on a bench by the porch
With the look of a formidable father,
Tried to be smart
Facial expression.

For some reason I couldn't
Though he tried and groaned.
Look - they are already coming from the "hunt"
Sons to their native inheritance.

The first two - with their own:
Their booty is all with them;
And fit into their wake
The youngest of the three.

Booty regal threshold
Poelozil. forced march
Made towards the sons
And he made such a speech. -

Tsar:
“I looked at all the brides ...
Put a zero or a cross?
(to Ivan) Well, I understand this
Your son protests me?!”

Narrator:

“I took Vanya aside,
Such a monologue led
To comfort my son
And it didn't work out like a joke." -

“You, Ivan, of course, grip,
I am glad for you with the bride;
Do not be sad, son, that
Shot randomly.

You look at these:
There are three of them, even mine and with soap -
Before yours, like deep darkness,
Until the morning dawn!

Who has something to hide!
(And where was the mother looking!)
In general, how do these faces
Can you name faces?

And take the figure of each:
Not a daughter-in-law - this is a son-in-law!
Tournaments "Mrs. World"
We won't send them!

And yours - let it be green!
(Maybe she's young?)
Maybe she was sick as a child?
Is that her fault?

Son, we do not have Nazism.
And drop your racism -
Maybe there, in her swamp,
Was there some kind of cataclysm?!”

Narrator:

“Here Ivan told everything:
That he took the princess into the house,
Like Koschei her, infection,
Psihanuv, bewitched.

The king blew his mind
And I decided that it was
What about the factory defect of the arrow,
And the sons have nothing to do with it.

The king put a monocle on everyone,
Didn't find any changes
And hunters with prey
I wanted to invite you to the table.

But I thought: "Wait,
The girls are young, right?
Before weddings can give up
At least keep an eye on it.

I need to write them down,
Slap a stamp in the passport;
After all, then, that it was so,
It will be difficult to prove."

Tsar:
“Brothers, I am an intellectual;
At this critical moment
It's hard to follow you
It will be for me - because I'm not a cop.

Let's solve it this way:
We will go to the court registry office,
Where and related law
We will find each other.

This family connection
No one will fall
Before all honest people
Nice face in the dirt!

Narrator:

“Words of such a stream are pouring out,
The king bowed like italics
And rushed rather to the registry office:
From two to three there is a break.

Everything is behind him. And in an hour
(God forbid - not the last time)
legitimized families
The registry office spewed out of itself.

The whole crowd went to the table.
Even Vanya left! -
Although all public institutions
He brought colic.

...At the table, slightly succumbing
And tired of this
The king began very noticeably
Show your bad temper.

Loudly, reluctantly, hiccupping,
Dipping your sleeve into your calf,
He gave birth to a tirade,
In it, such a plot is bent. ” -

"I am both a king and a god for you, -
All could - in the ram's horn,
And I endure all this
Like a simple Indian yogi!

In general, at first glance,
Although, of course, I'm glad! ...
View of my chosen sons
Pulls in a minor way...

Soon the wedding, and then
We will live as one herd, -
We were given each
It's like a cat bag.

To find out who breathes what!…
As with hands and everything
I am a competition for my daughters-in-law
I declare no problem.

The one who can win
I will leave my husband and I to live here;
The rest - in the village deaf
For the country to milk cows!

Pity all to bitter tears;
But breathe in like the smell of roses
Losers of what smells
Top notch manure!

And I want to warn you:
Everyone cannot win;
As one Dane said:
Here it is “To be or not to be!”

... Tomorrow each, by morning -
Only I will wipe the zenki -
stuffed fish
Bring it to the yard.

This is the first tour for you;
And I will say without further ado:
Fish in this performance -
Like a stepping stone to Parnassus."

Narrator:

"The king finished his speech,
Suggested to lighten up a little.
From her to her daughters-in-law
And he went to lie down.

In a moment, the daughter-in-law left agility:
They are not something to cook -
"Gefilte fish!" -
It's hard to even speak!

Average daughter-in-law:

“Well, daddy taught ...
Well done! (May he live like this!...)
Interesting: I came up with
Or who knocked him out?

How to cook this meal
To be in time for the morning?
As far as I'm concerned, it's clear
It’s easier to sing in a tenor!”

Senior daughter-in-law:

"I have one thought,
Can she help us?
After all, a cookbook
It was given to me as a dowry.

There are countless recipes in it,
There are such things -
You don't even want to see
This rubbish, not something to eat!

Narrator:

“The eldest son froze like that,
Even sweat breaks through him.
He to dowry such
Apparently, he was not ready.

But, having realized, I thought here:
Good is not expected from good;
Maybe for those (what a book!)
And they won't give you a brochure.

The time was drawing near to night.
Two daughters-in-law by the stove
We fussed ... The smell - as if
Shchi is cooked from footcloths.

Smoke swirls like mist
Everyone is sick! In the brain dope! ...
Therefore, they decided
That there is a flaw in the recipe.

... At this time, the youngest son,
Taking analgin,
Explained to the frog wife
What is the danger of the first pancake.

Ivan was ready
To leave the native shelter
And without any competition -
For the country to milk cows.

But, as you can see, the wife
Plans were born
Slightly different: without dashing
Patronage for the country.

Frog:

“Vanya, do not poison the soul
(And take the pâté off your eyebrow!)
Those who love us frogs
So they would say: "Se la vie!"

You go to sleep, perhaps.
To relieve your anguish,
So be it - for the dream to come
You can take vodka.

I'll sit a little
I'll load my brain with a problem ...
That something needs to be done
Clearly even a hedgehog!

Narrator:

"Vanya sucked a glass
And, a minute later, he fell asleep:
The beauty of the first wedding night
He confirmed it with a loud snort.

And the frog at this moment,
Suddenly uttering a guttural cry,
Skin shed, instantly
By changing his camp and face.

And suddenly appeared like this
That at the moment any man
Would lose the clarity of speech:
Not a frog, but Playboy!

Virgo of marvelous beauty!
The epitome of a man's dream!
Vanya would be very surprised
That he was with her on "you".

...Lips like petals...
Eyebrows like spikelets...
To complete the picture -
Generally vrazlet nipples.

Assuming its normal form,
Assessing how the husband snores,
The princess put on an apron
(This is a kitchen outfit)."

Frog:

"And, of course, immediately I
I thought that I should
How to cook this fish
Know relatives in Israel.

Looked up the country code
I called my family...
Issued a fax response with a prescription -
With price indication!

From what I read first
Though my head was spinning
But at the apron I immediately
Rolled up my sleeves!

Found in the fridge
Everything that was needed;
To keep your hands from trembling
I took valerian.

For myself, she said "fas"
And, after a prescription hour,
Gefilte fish
She squinted her eyes from the table.

Narrator:

And the princess, yawning a little,
I went to bed, wearing shoes
Gutta-percha skin
And fastened on the snake!

In the morning the king woke up and got up.
I took a jump rope. Jumped.
And with both hands
He scratched his back noisily.

Yawned and remembered here
That his daughters-in-law are waiting -
Show where the hands are from
And why grow at all?

I quickly pulled on my jeans
splashed water on his face,
Remembering the past feast,
Quietly, reluctantly, hiccupped.

He drained the mug of kvass,
I perfumed two armpits,
All four hairs
Styled with a hair dryer.

He did not take the crown
Just sighed and into the throne room
Usurper gait
Walked briskly...

... Well, in the hall at this hour
flaunted
culinary arts
Stuffed full face!

... All three pairs of young
Stretched into a string in an instant,
Like fighters at the Mausoleum -
Only the king looked at them!”

“I look: it’s pouring from you
First wedding night sweat...
Maybe they tried to beat
Are you a record?

There is no doubt about the sons:
I see a holiday in their eyes;
They even put on butterflies
It's a pity only without shirts!

There are daughters-in-law - no problem, -
Like a dispersed harem:
Two in crumpled negligees,
The third one is completely naked!

What's the rush? What's the boom?
Your view just dries the mind! ...
I may have too
Not a Cardin suit...

Well, okay ... I see
Waiting for me -
(How to say so as not to offend?) -
Newlywed Cooking!

Come out one by one
You can have a couple - I will accept everyone!
But do not relax too much -
Not on vacation in the Crimea!”

Narrator:

“The eldest son came out first, -
Boldly, though not alone:
At the hip of a spouse with a dish,
And on it - some kind of pancake!

Next is the middle son with his wife:
The dish is hidden behind the back -
Damn on it is almost the same
Only the color is slightly different.

"There's something fishy about it...
I could eat this...
But I fear suicide
Shame on my honor!"

Narrator:

“Suddenly Ivan stepped forward!
Putting his wife in his pocket,
He appeared before his father with a tray,
Curved like a hookah.

And to the marvel of all relatives,
And in the face of the father - the country
Gave such charm -
You will not see in a dream!

Stunned so overlord -
That is the king - what a slight roll
Suddenly gave false teeth
And hung down to her knees.

But he is the king for that -
Will not drop pride-honor:
I got up from the throne, straightened my jaw,
To have something to eat.

Looked at the bride
Sniffed everything, ate something,
And on the throne with a frivolous ass,
Tired, he sat down again.

"I will not torment you,
In general - what to say! -
The younger daughter-in-law succeeded,
Oddly enough, win.

Maybe it's God's gift
Maybe kitchen fumes
Maybe in the family once
Was there a famous chef?

The rest - with their warmth
(And we won’t go to the fortuneteller!)
Breathe the long road
Where at the end is the state house!

Don't fall into a trance right away
This was just an advance.
Do you have, though the last,
Frail though, but still a chance:

I announce the second round...
My old hemorrhoids
So, viper, and pushes
Find out what the trick is.

I'm not listening to him
And wiser from
Again I came up with a task for you -
And the task is:

Let my daughter-in-law by morning
(God forbid - I won't die overnight!)
Knit hats for the winter
So that I do not freeze in the wind.

From the crown to the cold
Sense less than harm:
It freezes to the head,
Like it's forever.

Impossible to tear!
In order to somehow remove it,
Need a head by the stove
Warm up for half an hour.

And then I senior page
Baldheads doing massage;
He has during the winter -
Year for two work experience!

Well, a hat in winter,
Warming my storehouse of thoughts,
Discomfort and inconvenience
It will exclude itself.

And think seriously
aesthetic question,
So that thieves hat salons
Wipe your snotty nose!”

Narrator:

"After these kind words
The king spat between his teeth,
Scratched appendicitis
Hot favorite seam.

From the throne of tears, hiccupped slightly,
Jeans pulled up
And in your bedchamber
Both "skis" turned.

Average daughter-in-law:

“Well, this is a form of sadism,
Dressed in revanchism!
He is in a healthy team -
Like some kind of atavism!

Is this a man's revenge?!
Crap! There are limits to everything!
How can you be so cheeky
On the rampage of the people to climb?!

Painfully bold look!
I'll tell him in his eyes:
I am his candidacy
I won't support you anywhere!"

Senior daughter-in-law:

"Did you even understand
What did you say?…”

Average daughter-in-law:

“…The root of evil!
Terrorist! A thorn in the finger!
Not! At all! What the heck?!"

Senior daughter-in-law:

"What are you all letting off steam,
Like a forgotten samovar?
You need a father-in-law, like the Fatherland,
Accept it as a gift from God.

What matters most to us now
Calm the whim of him! ... "

Average daughter-in-law:

“... And in the future we will figure it out -
Who is who and who - whom!

For me, for example, than to knit -
Easier to lick elbow
Or poses of "Kama Sutra"
Show without a partner!

Senior daughter-in-law:

"But in my dowry
There is another book
"Knitting Guide"
It's called.

It will be easy to find
How can we weave hats, -
And the formality remains:
Knitting needles with threads.

Narrator:

"Didn't like it at all.
The essence of the idea of ​​book schemes
Big brothers: past tour
Nothing pleased.

But looking at their wives,
To hardly believe in them,
The brothers understood what would happen
Everything is worse without books.

Evening approached the night:
Two daughters-in-law for the final
Mastery of cool knitters
Wrapped in material.

In the threads everything is like spiders!
And in the eyes - the season of longing;
They, like all other things,
This is out of hand.

Gently with knitting needles
And each other and yourself
The conversation was conducted, with "love"
Remembering the king.

Average daughter-in-law:

“This king! .. I would like him ...”

Senior daughter-in-law:

“To us! ... In the forest pitch darkness
To meet - then they would attack ... "

Average daughter-in-law:

"... And a club on the bulldozer!"

Senior daughter-in-law:

"And then, then his..."

Average daughter-in-law:

“... Naked ass in the hollow
To the wild bees! the most harmful
And bite!…”

Senior daughter-in-law:

“… What is it!!!…

Here I introduced myself
I am like that, in the hollow -
And the work got better!
And calm down!”

Narrator:

"Vanya was sleeping at that time
And drooled in a dream -
After all, in frog ingenuity
He's already confident!

Last tour in your child
Convinced him of one thing:
How will he sleep soundly at night,
The calmer the day will be ...

... The wife is sitting on the table:
By comparison, she
With its normal color
Even more green.

Cheeks are like bubbles
(By volume - three liters);
All in thought, like a lamb
In the fairy tale of Saint-Exupery.

She - the frog - is not up to sleep ... "

Frog:

“Why should one decide
I am family problems
How are all women alone?

How to approach the task
To please the mother-in-law
And myself by the process
Don't overdo it too much?"

Narrator:

“I immediately remembered relatives,
And call the pager
Loaded the frog again
All your problem of the day.

Frog:

"And just an hour later
Fax me - on order -
Send what you need.
(Not "Paris", but also "class"!
Evaluating the transmission
I didn’t tempt my husband again,
I went to bed, stylish bangs
Curlers twisted.

Narrator:

“... The sun hit the window,
And then - in another -
Feeling and soundless
Like an actor in a silent movie.

The king was already on his feet
And on the conscience - not for fear -
I prepared a speech so that in impromptu
Do not look for the piano in the bushes.

He slept well at night
Maybe even fell into childhood,
But laugh at the monarch
The bladder did not.

The king dressed, smoked,
Shaved fluff above the lip
And on the subject of brides
In loneliness quipped.

Muse this scared away,
He, kicking the door with his foot,
In the throne room sent the body,
Curled lips.

In the throne room - noise and din
(If simply - bedlam!),
Undoubtedly in this scene
William Shakespeare contributed something.

Royal look at one moment
This fun Disneyland
reassured to put
Emphasis on the task.

“What a holiday, youth?!
Jokes, laughter?... (Vigorous louse!)
You are not something to be given -
You won't break the crowbar!

Now I'm having fun too!
Don't look at me
Like a fakir's pipe
Looks vicious snake!

I gave you a task -
Never heard of it easier!
I'm generally convinced
The most left liberal.

Well show me
Both outside and outside -
How can I warm my brain in winter
In a frozen country!

Narrator:

"The wives of the elder sons,
The father-in-law should have known better
Came out in these hats,
I pulled them up to my eyebrows.

Vanya did not take risks,
I gave my father the hat.
(He has her to his frog
I didn't even try it on).

King of daughters-in-law skill
Translated into their nature
And answered honor by honor,
Regardless of kinship. -

"What I want to tell you:
I like it, ... well, that is - Us;
Although the elders have their products
Very similar to a wigwam!

Look: at least that -
informal dream:
Attach bells to her -
Jester headdress!

Well, this orphan,
Removed from the homeless by force
And painted for laughs
In parrot colors?!

But I won't be too harsh...
Though, of course, those could
Who is above the royal person
Scoffs - in prison!

Only the youngest could
Please ... Looks like it's gone
There she is in her swamp
Cutting and sewing courses!

Okay... what can I say
Drive on the water with a sickle -
Finally, I announce:
The day after tomorrow there will be a feast!

Everyone come to the banquet
Observing etiquette! -
So that I don't worry
And he didn't do any harm.

Darkness will be invited
There are very worthy
There is a writer - he, like a classic,
Write something from the mind.

There is a poet (Ministry of Culture sent).
Well, the big original:
He read poetry the other day -
Even hit the rhyme once!

Two artists will come
If they can and will reach -
Their day is almost lost
If they don't drink that day.

There will be a fashionable button accordion player -
Long, thin, like a worm;
He will play the accordion
Us lambada or twist.

There will be princes and kings
There are three magaradzheys -
Everyone, weary of the sun,
Similar to french fries.

In general - all do not count;
Everyone can give out flattery,
And for this something to drink,
And for that something to eat!”

Narrator:

"The royal feast gathered the people
At the palace gates!
Who came without an invitation -
From the gates of those turn!

Tables are breaking in the hall
Under carpets all floors
The servants are spinning like
Somewhere pens from the spinning top.

The invitees make noise
Ringing jewelry
Each, as in a sight, for food
Looks through the monocle.

And who is not here!
Criminal high society
Gathered in the royal palace
For an exquisite banquet!

The servants wait nervously.
Well, the king is already right there -
Brash, self-confident
Like fireworks!

Sons follow him
Like the Gulf Stream;
And wives from tension
Makeup cracked.

The youngest son goes alone.
He decided he didn't understand
And a terrarium choice
Not appreciated by all people.

The king clapped his hands - instantly
Feast found and become, and the face! ... "

“Even I champed like a pig,
At least once graduated from VGIK!

Narrator:

"Loud gnashing of jaws,
And under them the crackling of bones
Confirmed unambiguously
Insatiable start of the guests.

... The feast went on for a long time,
From the tables I go boldly,
The sun, banging his forehead against the mountain,
It took her to sleep...

Suddenly, as in a fairy tale, the door came
The virgin is wonderful! ... Found
Emerald look Vanya
And, embarrassed, she approached.

Vanya immediately recognized
There is a frog in it. got up quickly
And, blushing with excitement,
He gave her a glass of wine."

“Here are those on! Wow!
Life plays, as always!
What awaits us in a minute
You will never know!

I want to make a toast!
It's not complicated, but it's not simple:
I want between us
There was always a family bridge!

And I'll add what I can
(Give me the stew!)
If there is no love for me -
I'll burn this bridge to hell!

Let's go! Forward!"

Senior daughter-in-law:

"Daddy, eat a sandwich!"

Average daughter-in-law:

"Give you a vinaigrette
Or maybe entrecote?!”

Narrator:

“And the princess, having drunk a little
And in the sleeve the remnants of plums,
Smiled, bird's foot
Instantly invested in the other sleeve.

Immediately fashionable accordion player
A twist sounded on the button accordion.
(He is in places not remote
Passed as Franz Liszt).

And the princess - well, dance,
Knit pretzel legs;
And he does this -
It's hard to even describe!

How she waved her sleeve -
Immediately lake with wine!
She waved another sleeve -
Broiler geese on it!

Wives of older sons
Anger choke on their
So that the muscles
From knees to brows.

Bones in sleeves folded,
Watering them with wine from above,
Two daughters-in-law instantly created
Dance team!

Soon appearance guests
Consisted of two parts:
From a set of wine stains
And mosaics of bones.

The king also suffered a little.
But he, delving into the essence of dancing,
I was able to group up quickly.
And managed to dive under the table.

... And Ivan under this noise -
Imperceptibly - beyond the threshold
And in your bedchamber
He ran faster than he could.

Though the princess followed,
But when I found it
That frog clothes
It was already a pile of ashes."

Princess:

“Vanya, what have you done?
Why did you burn your skin?
You, without even touching your wife,
Widowed himself!

And now, Ivan, farewell!
Don't freak out, but be bored!
On the wall calendar
Celebrate the days of separation!

If you leave with sadness,
Or longing will seize like a louse,
Then go to Koshchei's kingdom:
There, dear, you will find me!

I'll honestly wait
To pacify the ardor of Koshchei;
Your honor, as far as possible,
I'll try to defend.

Just don't go too long
And don't get me:
Me too, by the way.
Not iron, come on.

Narrator:

"And the princess is flexible
Suddenly melted like a fog:
With magic of this class
Next Copperfield - boy!

And Ivan without further ado
Pulled up the belt of my pants
Took two euros from the stash
And he left his father's home.

... How long did he walk or not
(That's just his secret)
But he went into the dense forest,
Where the earth does not see the light...

... They scratch their foreheads against each other
hardened oaks,
Cling to the feet with a cat's caress
Poison mushrooms.

Somewhere an owl hooted
Forgetting, you see, the words:
Crawled under a dry stump -
And a little alive with fear.

Somewhere someone screamed
At half a cry he fell silent:
Whether the voice trains
Or just wild...

Vanya did not wait longer,
Hearing no longer caressed
And a zigzag path
Found it under my feet.

He walked along it for a day and two,
Infringed rights
Dressed up along the way
In bad words.

And by the morning of the third day
Hunger vile, like a migraine,
Began to draw in front of my eyes
Either sausage or dumpling.

Vanya realized that
Your stomach in a negligee
It will be harder to keep
Than the Madonna in the veil.

He wanted to be sad
And some tears to pour:
For some reason, oddly enough,
I really wanted to live.

Suddenly, like in a fairy tale, a dark forest
Before Vanya disappeared;
Look - a clearing and a dwelling,
Like from Wonderland!

Vanya just opened his mouth
Even sweat breaks through him.
The type of housing inspires thought
That someone has sinned here!

He can't understand again
But he realized, furrowing an eyebrow:
“It can be seen that a chicken with a hut
Settled for love!

“Hey, unprecedented hybrid!
(This debauchery may God forgive!)
Shake the legs
Show frontal view!

Narrator:

"And the hut, groaning
And puffing with a pipe,
Turned around, in a curtsy
Crouching before Vanya.

The door opened and suddenly
The nose appeared like a hook,
And behind him is the face of an old woman,
Like a masterpiece of drunken hands:

Yellow teeth stick out
Under the eyebrows - a predatory look;
Well, ears! - as if someone
Snapped them on randomly!

Ivan has sweat like hail,
On the face - a fallen garden;
Like a Singer machine
Teeth chattering merrily.

Old woman:

"What are you doing here, honey?
In this land without roads?
Why are you trembling, my dear, as if
Did you get current?

Come to me soon:
On your feet - not on a horse!
Tell me how it is out there
And, in general, how is it in the country?

Narrator:

"Vanya with trembling in bodies,
Hitting the groin on the porch,
Entered the door after the old woman
On trembling legs.

And in the hut - and squealing, and laughter,
Bacchanalia for everyone
At the table such faces
What is even a sin to imagine!

Old woman:

"Hey Vampire! Give me a chair!
You see, the guest is as tired as a mule!
He, I know, is not in vain
We looked at the resort.

Hey, give him the device,
Where is the pattern with flowers!
Look, Ivan, at the forks:
Antique cupronickel!

Slowly, eat, drink
And my company
Suggest a Print Review
With a block of fresh news.

Who is experimenting
Over the country at this moment?
Who is sitting on the throne now:
Tsar, Secretary General or President?

“You are an interesting people!
Why are you so baked
Who juggles the country?
The main thing is that the process is underway!

Better, grandma, help!
By the absence of a leg
And in the form of you, I see
From the Yagi dynasty.

How to defeat Koshchei
To free my wife
And bastard before death
Fill your face from the heart?

Old woman:

"You, my dear, calm your ardor:
Koshchei has enough strength
Decorate your ass
So that you are no longer naughty!

It's like a toothless mouth
Bite the iron scrap ...
As one politician said:
"We'll go the other way"!

I don’t like Koschey myself:
Ill-mannered, impudent and rude;
I have grown up a long time ago
It has a huge tooth...

There are distant lands
Either fir, or spruce:
There is a needle on the top of the head -
That needle is our target.

If you get that needle
And slightly break -
A walking skeleton will die at once,
You don't even have to hit!

For the idea, Vanya, to me
You will work twice;
You know that nowadays
Know-how is everything.

Here's a moment, my dear:
I have one vice -
I would give to anyone
Who wouldn't even be able to!

I'll tell you, Ivan, I'll tell you:
I'm so shaking from sex
It's like I'm completely undressed
And I'm lying on bare ice.

Well, draw your own conclusion
How to get along with you:
Without me, you can't help
Neither Hottabych, nor Sesame.

“Understood your subtle hint,
Another lesson for me:
Disinterestedness towards a man
Women are crushed like a vice!

I offer everything later.
We can decide with you okay
You know: if the money is in the morning,
Means chairs - in the evening.

And anyway - why hide
(And you should already know!):
There's no point in starting
Time to cool down!"

Narrator:

"A compromise has been reached
And everyone gathered in the morning
To the doomed Koshchei
For a lethal benefit.

From the hut the whole crowd
The guests rushed as if into battle:
Ahead like a compass, grandma
Marks the way with his stick.

Nearby - Vanya, and behind him -
Goblin paired with Vodyany,
Two kikimora twins
And a Vampire with a funny face.

We walked for a long time, swallowing sweat;
And the Vampire, disturbing his mouth,
Cursed softly this
Tourist trip.

“…If I only knew!…
How bad I feel!... I'm tired!...
Vanya with this hike
Got the appendix! ...

Well, I'm used to the old woman:
She has a bzik in life!

Old woman:

“What are you doing there, Vampire, you’re all whining
And plod along like an old man?”

“What am I whining?! I am thirsty,
I'm sharpening a tooth on Ivan:
Of course they don't get drunk.
But at least I’ll get my throat wet!”

Old woman:

"Stop, Vampire, buzz!"

"How do you soak your throat?
What - I choke on water!
It’s better not to live at all!”

Old woman:

“How harmful and arrogant you are!
Here is your life motive:
Like a malevolent creature
Dirty clean team!

Narrator:

Everyone is tired. Suddenly they look
In front of them is a black garden,
And behind him is Koshchei's palace,
Surrounded by gray haze.

And to the right - on the mountain,
All in needles and bark
Spruce stands, pierced by the top
Clouds of thick puree!

Everyone is happy here!
Everyone shakes hands with each other!
Even Goblin, not restraining himself,
He shouted: “Koshchei kaput!”

Old woman:

"Hey Vampire, come here -
A bunch of laziness and harm;
Pass across the throat with a tooth
Are you dreaming like always?

This hobby is just a shame!
I put it on you:
Or caries will torture
Or you'll catch AIDS!

Better help Vanya
And salt Koshchei
And teeth like a hacksaw
Spruce on the ground heaped.

Narrator:

"And the Vampire, baring his mouth,
Jaw pushed forward
Spruce fell down in one minute,
Surprising the forest people.

... At the top, like an arrow,
The black needle is slumbering...
Broke away - and to Ivan,
Like a present, lay in the palm of your hand ...

Suddenly there was a terrible cry,
And then - animal roar:
Yes, the same as the old woman
Wig off my head!

The palace door opened
And Koshchei the scoundrel
Everyone saw running
In a helmet in the form of a cucumber!

From the shaking of the earth
Everyone fell like coolies.
The merman got scared
So the waters receded."

Old woman:

"If he gets here,
It's hardly funny...
He is in the psychiatric clinic
There is even a card.

Don't tease the geese, Ivan
Complete our plan
Because I feel it will
There is a big flaw among us.”

Narrator:

"Vanya did not wait any longer
And the needle broke easily
Having made a long-desired
long awaited ritual.

And in the same second suddenly
Sour Koschey, completely extinguished,
As if burnt out in a moment
Hot iron.

Sat down on the ground and sighed
Unobtrusively sneezed
And in powerless anger with a look
He pierced everyone like a pitchfork.

The turn is so embarrassing
To all those who administer this judgment:
Why didn't Koschei die?
Or did not decide all?

Who will answer: wait for what?
Maybe beat him up?
But the princess, having appeared,
Explained everything easily. -

Princess:

“You didn’t find something in the needle
What were you looking for. There's only
Only his male power
And his immortality.

Will spend his life,
Like an ordinary person
But for women, it's true,
He will stop running."

Narrator:

“And the old woman clings to Vanya,
With impatience he beats with his foot:
Execution of the agreement
From him, apparently, waiting.

"Listen, grandma, get off,
Calm down and calm down
And from the heights of these sexy
You get down on the ground.

By the way, Koschei is sitting over there -
Very frail, but no one
And just like you asked:
Can't do anything, snake!

Here's what I'll tell you:
Take it to yourself
Maybe he is long awaited
Prince of dreams in your destiny!

He, look, thin as a pole,
Apparently, he eats very badly,
In addition to a slender skeleton,
He has no other place.

Feed him, warm him up
To make him look more cheerful
And not as forgotten by everyone
And withered leeks.

We are with my beloved
We will live where Koschey lived:
Once the palace was freed -
So he's a nobody.

This move may be
I can't turn
Father's house in the commune
And do not deprive yourself.

Finding calm and peace
We will throw a friendly feast:
Come any and everyone -
Even a shoemaker, even an emir!

You, old woman, be too
Don't forget all yours;
And take Koshchei with you -
With us, let him take it on his chest.

Narrator:

“Here Ivan called his wife,
And she went to him
Quietly croaking out of habit
And let out a little saliva.

And Ivan once again
Sadly remembered the day and hour
Unfinished wedding night
And unknown ecstasy.

But he these thoughts away
I drove it away - it would be possible!
So many nights ahead
She will remember this night too!

... And, after a week,
Ex-Koshcheevsky palace
From folk fun
I couldn't save myself!

First guest to the palace
The formidable tsar-father has arrived;
The previous feast was only yesterday
He finished at last.

And behind him - and sons,
And daughters-in-law, and relatives,
Guests from the past fun,
Not drunk for half a day.

And the old woman, and Koschey ...
(By the way, he is on top of the relics
Increased amber fat
From the old woman's borscht).

Well, then alive rushing
Spectacles thirsty people,
It looks like he has left to eat.
Your last sandwich!

And who is not here!
As if the whole world gathered
Proving again that the "ball" -
This is our mentality!…

... I was also at the feast
And ate and drank with everyone,
And, of course, this fairy tale
I decided to tell you!

Does it have a live lesson?
Does it have a simple hint?
Does it contain food for thought
Thoughts effective sip?

Maybe someone recognizes himself?
I just know that it's not in vain
exist in our lives
Fairy tales are true friends!

Bukhartsev Oleg Valentinovich, born May 5, 1963 - singer-songwriter in the style of Russian chanson, was born and lives in Odessa (on Peresyp).

Graduated with honors in 1980 high school, at the same time has already begun to be published in periodicals. And before that, in 1978, Oleg Bukhartsev graduated from a music school, plays the guitar, button accordion and piano. An engineer by education, graduated from OTIKhP. He also graduated from the Poetry Studio in Kuibyshev (Samara). He published three books: "Rhyming Thoughts", "In Immemorial Days" and "Little Gerda's Journey" (children's fairy tale). Member of the Writers' Union of Ukraine. Laureate of the International Chanson Festival "Golden Domes" (June 2005, the city of Nikolaev)

Madame of the Odessa Court

Odessa yard woke up immediately and in the morning,
People carry stools through the doors!
Today Madame Dvora will be chosen!
And everyone is in a hurry to take their seats in the stalls.
And the contestants at this hour
Behind the screen in beige peacocks
Point profile and full face -
Well, like brides on the bride!

Well, how can you not admire?!
To be able to carry yourself like that,

And Uncle Osik almost fell out of the window:
He was so carried away that he forgot everything in the world!
Oh, how beautiful his wife is in the fashion show -
Also in a pink terry beret.
Cliffs and Bernes sings,
And even "Murka" here, like at home!
And every song that is here
And everyone owns, and everyone knows!

They will arrange long humpbacked tables,
And the rest - to drink and eat!
And here to anyone without unnecessary fuss
There is something to say and, of course, something to listen to!
And let the Odessa yard buzz:
Who won is not so important!
Let there be some controversy
For those who came out so bravely.

Madame Kislyar walks half-bent,
Behind her - Madame Bertholz, and after - Aunt Sima!
And Klara Shmulevna is a little behind,
And each of them is beautiful in its own way!
Well, how can you not be stunned here?!
Well, how can you not admire here?!
To be able to carry yourself like that,
Believe me, you have to be born here!

Son of Odessa

I, like a boy, fall in love every time
And for so many years you are jealous of others!
Looking at unearthly beauty,
In your eyes I drown and reflect!
I breathe in the smell of your body
And I kiss these gentle hands!
And maybe I risk reciprocity,
When I bathe in you without asking!

Chorus:
Odessa, kiss me passionately!
After all, I have grown into you with my soul and body!
Odessa, I'm not alone with you!
Odessa, I am your illegitimate son!

And the sea caresses you with its wave,
And the Moldavian woman dresses with lace,
And the wind inflates your skirts,
Trying to flirt with you like that!
How often, looking at you like this,
I, like a kid, forget myself in your arms!
And once again I fall in love with you!
And once again I'm jealous of you!

Chorus.

Odessa

What a sea is here - you can’t express in words!
And the air is marvelous - you can’t describe it even in verse!
To you, Odessa, I sing again
I am my tender song!
So that you meet only a cloudless dawn!
May you live and multiply for many years!
To you, Odessa, I sing again!
And I drink to your health!

Chorus:
An Odessa boy is walking down the street:
Such as he, only here could be born!
Well, the girls are just “class”:
And there are only us!

You are so beautiful - like a paradise!
You intoxicate like a fabulous flower!
To you, Odessa, I sing again
I am my tender song!
I'll hug you as far as my arms can go!
There are so many loyal friends here! Well, friends!
To you, Odessa, I sing again!
And I drink to your health!

Chorus.

About Odessa

City of my youth, Odessa!
I breathe in the scent of your hands...
And the surf runs along the moonlit path,
Hearing caressing, like a gentle verse.
Stairs fly straight up to Duke
He has long been his own and loved ones!
So that he lives like this and does not mind,
I would shake his hand then.

Chorus:
And again chestnuts, as if in festive candles, drop their color!
And again, Primorsky Boulevard has been creeping under your feet for so many years!
And again I want you
As if your woman
I want to carry you, Odessa, in my arms!

City of dreams and tenderness, Odessa!
I love your crazy eyes squint,
Lighthouse outpost or Teschin bridge,
Or Deribasovskaya openwork.
And "Privoz" meets with abundance:
It has everything and even more!
And when you come here, you say: “Yes, yes!
It looks like the whole city has gathered here!”

Chorus.

City of dreams and wisdom, Odessa!
If fate suddenly separates us,
Somewhere far away it's very hard
I will, dear, without you!
And when in the arms of nostalgia
I will miss you so much
I'll drop everything and come back then,
To lick the dust from your knees ...

Chorus.

My Odessa

I will sing all that I see only here!
This city needs to be praised and preserved!
We need to protect its beauty, peace and honor!
And it’s easier - to love very faithfully!
Our wonderful city really wants to live!
And we must worship him!
And more often so sincerely say:
My Odessa!

Chorus:
My Odessa - you are a blessed paradise on earth!
My Odessa - you are a birthday cake on the table!
My Odessa is a charming, delicate flower!
You seem to have been created by God himself!
My Odessa is a star that fell from the sky!
My Odessa - you are here forever, forever!
My Odessa is an unbreakable thread of fate!
Here you need to be born and live!

You've been here so much and experienced so many in your lifetime.
You will not be confused with another city!
And yet she managed to keep herself alone,
Having met so many different years and winters!
We love your squinty look!
And jokes that are sharp and all in the right place!
Here everyone says - both old and young:
My Odessa!

Chorus.

My sister dreamed for a long time about the possibility of a trip to Italy, and her dream came true. The three of us - me, her and mine eldest daughter Olga - gathered the same abroad. It was necessary to see my sister in Venice, in a gondola, in the museums of Florence, Rome, and finally in Naples, on Capri. This time was the happiest in her life. She saw Italy, breathed its air. She had her beloved people with her, and her last joy awaited ahead - the marriage of her pupil.
And after him came the terrible hour. Death has come.
My grandfather Ivan Andreevich Nesterov was from the peasantry, and our family was a peasant, Novgorod. Under Catherine II, the Nesterovs moved from Novgorod to the Urals and established themselves in factories there. It is known about the grandfather that he is. went free, was in the seminary, later signed up for the guild and, finally, was the Ufa mayor for twenty years in a row. According to the stories, he was smart, active, hospitable, an excellent administrator, and as if once the famous Count Perovsky, Orenburg Governor-General, visiting Ufa, found exemplary order in it and, turning to his grandfather, said this:
- You, Nesterov, should be the head not here, but in Moscow!
According to the surviving portrait, the grandfather looked like the administrators of that time. Depicted in a uniform with an embroidered collar, with two gold medals. He had the title of "power citizen". He loved society very much, according to his father and aunt, he gave home performances, and in our family a poster of such a performance, printed on white satin, was kept for a long time. Shel "Inspector". Among the actors were my uncle Alexander Ivanovich (mayor) and my father (Bobchnsky). Grandfather was not a merchant by vocation, like none of his sons. He died in 1848 from cholera. He had four sons. Of these, the eldest - Alexander Ivanovich - was gifted with extraordinary abilities. He played the violin perfectly, as if composing - composing. He played incomparably on stage, especially tragic roles ("Merchant Igolkin" and others). He liked to read and did not like trading.
His fate was sad. In those days, as well as later, in the Urals, at factories, there were riots. And after such riots, a batch of workers was delivered to the Ufa prison. Somehow they established a connection with my uncle Alexander Ivanovich, and he undertook to deliver their petition to the highest name. The Nizhny Novgorod fair approached, and my uncle was sent there by his grandfather on trading business. Finished them and, instead of going home to Ufa, waved to St. Petersburg. He stopped at an inn, found out where and how to give his paper to the sovereign, and, since he was advised to do this through the heir of Alexander Nikolayevich, the future Emperor II, his uncle decided to see him. Times were simple back then. The highest persons behaved differently than later, they walked along the streets, in the gardens, and my uncle decided to give his petition to the heir in the Summer Garden, where he used to walk at certain hours. He was very happy. Indeed, he saw the heir walking on one of the paths of the garden, approached him and, kneeling down, filed a petition with an explanation of the contents in it. He was graciously listened to and released reassured. Happy, he returned to the inn, but on the same night he was taken, imprisoned and sent with courier to distant places ...
Obviously, the heir on the same day presented the petition to Emperor Nikolai Pavlovich, and he looked at the matter in his own way - the rest happened as if by pike.
I remember Uncle Alexander Ivanovich well. He lived in our house after the exile already an old man. All the experiences left a mark on his health, mentally he was not in order. Outwardly, in those days, he reminded me of the artist N. N. Ge. Same manners, same head with long hair, even a coat, instead of a jacket, exactly like Ge's last years his life. His hero at that time was Garibaldi, his personal enemies were Bismarck and Pope Pius IX. They got it cruelly from the old "revolutionary".
Uncle liked to play the violin even as an old man, for which he went to the garden in the summer. In winter he loved the bath and after the regiment he liked to run out into the cold, plunge into the snowdrift and then - again on the shelves. And this is when he was already over seventy. He died a deep old man in Ufa.
Uncle Konstantin Ivanovich was a self-taught doctor.
Of the aunts, Elizaveta Ivanovna Kabanova was distinguished, like her uncle Alexander Ivanovich, by liberal sympathies. Aunt Anna Ivanovna Yasemeneva, on the contrary, was conservative. When she was young, she painted well with watercolors, and it was a great joy for me to have her drawing. I especially remember one - "Margarita at the Spinning Wheel". There, it seemed to me, as if alive, there was a green ivy by the window. Undoubtedly, her drawings in early childhood left a mark on me.
I don't remember my grandfather Mikhail Mikhailovich Rostovtsev. I know from my mother that the Rostovtsevs came to Sterlitamak from Yelets, where my grandfather ran a big trade in bread, it seems he had large herds of sheep. He was well-funded. He was of a gentle nature and, apparently, very kind. That's all I know about him. I don't remember anything about my grandmothers, they died long before I was born. Grandfather Mikhail Mikhailovich had three sons and three daughters. The eldest - Ivan Mikhailovich - visited us when he came from Sterlitamak. He was unfriendly, they say, he liked money more than measure.
The second - Andrei Mikhailovich - lived at the mill, and I don’t remember him, and the third - the youngest, very good-natured, careless, with great oddities, rich, married to a beautiful noblewoman, by the end of his life he let everything down, and if he didn’t need, then I had to cut myself down a lot. None of the uncles of the Rostovtsevs showed any talents.
Of the daughters of grandfather Mikhail Mikhailovich, the eldest - Evpraksia Mikhailovna - was indescribably kind and deeply unhappy. I knew her as an old woman and loved her very much. She was brought to visit us from time to time. She was one of the first to see and appreciate my painting abilities in her own way. About the Hermit, when she saw him, she said to me: “Your old man, Minechka, is alive!” And this was like a good parting word to him, my Hermit.
The second daughter of Mikhail Mikhailovich was my mother - Maria Mikhailovna, and the third - Alexandra Mikhailovna - the most cultured of all the sisters, so to speak. Alexandra Mikhailovna was a very good, intelligent person. She was married to a certain Ivanov, a man of rare moral principles. From a small postal official, he rose to the rank of head of the postal district, to the rank of Privy Councilor, and with his justice, nobility and accessibility, he won from his subordinates, especially from lower employees, absolutely exceptional love. He was one of the finest and most respectable people I knew. He was handsome, modest, and clear with the special clarity of a life justly and honestly lived.
I began to remember myself from the age of three or four. Until the age of two, I was a weak, barely surviving child. They didn't do anything to me to save my life! What medical and folk remedies no one tried to raise me to my feet, but I still remained a frail, breathless child. They tried to put me in the oven, I was in the snow in the cold, until one day it seemed to my mother that I had completely given my soul to God. I was dressed up, put under the image. A small enamel icon of Tikhon of Zadonsk was placed on his chest. Mother prayed, and one of the relatives went to Ivan the Forerunner to order a grave near the grandfather of Ivan Andreevich Nesterov. But it happened like this: at the same time, a baby died at Aunt E. I. Kabanova, and he also needed a grave. So the relatives came together and argued which of the grandchildren should lie closer to grandfather Ivan Andreevich ... And then sometimes my mother noticed that I was breathing again, and then I completely woke up. Mother joyfully thanked God, attributing my resurrection to the intercession of Tikhon of Zadonsk, who, like Sergius of Radonezh, enjoyed special love and reverence in our family. Both saints were close to us, included, so to speak, in the everyday life of our spiritual life.