What occurs to me again? I can not work. And how шаманские experts? So coffee to drink it is not necessary. I live in a new fashion, transition all - таки is notable. It is enamoured. So resisted actively. Swore and swore to itself, that I will not get used, that it is equal and indifferent. Certainly, where there. Has again covered. Well though still the jealousy is not present. The full control while it is possible, the monster with green eyes was not pulled out from a cage, did not brawl, a life did not poison. I do not feed him, here it very quietly to itself sits somewhere deeply in anabiosis without food - and constrain my imagination the love and new knowledge and experts, thanks them can only.
And who this time? Rosenbaum dreamt me, but for a long time. Vysotsky did not dream never, he simply lives in me, for a long time, from 12 years. Mum then has complained to the daddy, that I come from school and at once I cut the tape recorder, I had such black small Soviet "magician" - "Legend" with a huge power unit on the wire end. Also I do lessons under Vysotsky. The daddy has asked mum:
- Also what, she began to study is worse?
- Yes is not present, the honours pupil still.
- So in what business, let listens, if so it is pleasant to it.
- Andrey, take measures, the girl all time listens to Vysotsky, it is normal?
- It is fine, good, as you want, I will take measures as you will tell.
In the evening the daddy to me declared: «I hide a power unit from the tape recorder in apartment that you did not listen to Vysotsky after school all time without a break.»
Words of the father to discuss it is not accepted, especially on tone I have understood, that he does not agree with mum, but differently cannot arrive - it should arrive in this situation as a real man and take the notorious measures. But only now, understanding a life is hardly clearer, than in 12 years, I have guessed - the daddy left to me chance. When we with the daddy conceived something, the course of our thoughts coincided, and mum could not solve our rebus with the standard correct thinking of the bookkeeper. It was the original latent appeal of the father - will solve a rebus - will receive a bonus - the favourite Vladimir Semyonovicha, it is necessary, доча, пораскинуть brains, to include intuition. And then, if you love - you will find.
Two days have passed without Vysotsky. I have rummaged all ours двушку not once. Basically, I felt, that the daddy's riddle is simple, but for this purpose it is just necessary to relax. For the third day, having returned from school, I have suddenly felt an enlightenment. Any force has led me on kitchen and I, the child-humanist for whom the mathematics and calculations always were a thing heavy, suddenly began to consider quantity of the wires, thrown through магнитик is deep in a niche, протиснув a hand between a refrigerator and a wall. I have counted even, about gods, that проводков there should be 3 - from газплиты ignition, radio and a refrigerator …. And suddenly I grope 4th, superfluous. Eureka! My love! Vysotsky! We again together! Accurately I extend a huge power unit on other end of a wire, I include "Legend" and in my room, in my apartment, in my life IT again sounds. It was my small victory, such important, such sweet.
In the evening when the daddy has come from work, I for the sake of decency and respect for it have again adapted a treasured wire into place, for a refrigerator. I sit to myself grandly, lessons I do, and itself I can not constrain a smile of happiness which is poured on all body, I am already shone all. The daddy could notice it. Asks, that the joyful such. I long look it in the face and I smile.
Genes, DNA, blood - not водица, the father all understands and waits признанья.
I am am overflowed with pleasure, that I again together with Vysotsky's voice and that I could take advantage of that chance which was given to me by the daddy. Eventually, I was happy that we with the daddy, whatever one may do - very close people, time I could feel a skin where it has hidden that легендовский conductings.
-Yes, the daddy. I have found it, - I joyfully at last exclaim.
The daddy too is glad, that in maternity home of the child have not changed, differently such situation - единомыслие, единоощущение at level of a generality of souls could clear the substitution fact only: - And where it is?
- On kitchen, behind a refrigerator, - I blurt out.
- How has guessed?
- I have considered, that there should hang 3, and 4 conducting has groped.
The daddy with pride, that at it such understanding child, but without ostentatious pleasure - it all the same acts in a role of the chastener, with улыбочкой easy declared - all right, tomorrow I carry away it for work.
Strange, but I have not begun to cry. And what for to cry. I very long time ago know all songs by heart. Simply Vysotsky подружил us with the daddy. And the more so, after that psychological lesson I have understood, that - it is necessary to search for that you love, both to find, and not to be afraid to shout about it for the whole world. Since then there has passed exactly quarter of the century. And here again a bonus from destiny for that wire annoyingly found me in the childhood. A concert of memory of Vysotsky in Kishinev. And how me has brought there on July, 25th? I do not live in this city. To you the telegramme, receive and undersign. The fig to itself the telegramme, went 25 years.
Yes is not present, simply the life has made a pause - between Vysotsky of "Legend" and Vysotsky in a karaoke-club. Super. Here it is a surprise. Offset. Thanks, Vladimir Semyonovich, for support. I continue to search for that I love. I continue to live, I continue to breathe.
Svetlana Hromyh, a photo by Valeri Corcimari.