Илья Репин - Далекое близкое - Глава 1. Мои восторги.
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Moscow. Publishing house: Zakharov. 2002 reads O. Fedorov.

¶Mo delight. §
Slavic, famous, adopted with such a big honor that even
conscience is worried about the undeservedness of all this honor, I will issue a book
His writings with pen. At different times, under various sentiments made up
A whole circle of life, from childhood to old age.
Instead of the preface, I propose a memoin about the most interesting minutes
of my life. We do not appreciate them, we are released, even ashamed and silent. I AM
I throw sketches about them - brief passages.
One of the first minutes of admiration happened to me in early childhood
On Osinskaya Street. Our street suddenly completely transformed: and huts and forest for
Donets, and all people, and boys who fled quickly to our street - everything is like
As if illuminated brighter. Far, at the end of the street, through dust, raised high,
Barred copper pipes of shelf trumpets on white horses; In one tape
Soldiers are broken over horses, and over them trembled, like birds,
Over the whole regiment in the air peak sulanders. All heard clogged
Sabel, snoring and especially bright horses. Gets closer and clearers
And the ridiculous horns wondered through the dust from below.
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And suddenly all this seemed to jumped up the whole street and
rolled around the sky: Cut the pipes died!
Joy rushed these sounds along the Don, for the Malinovsky Forest, and reflected
In all gardens is attracted. The fun rushed to a wide wave, and even for the gridin
Mount - to the city; I wanted to jump, scream, laugh and cry, madly
rushing on the road ...
About music! She always penetrated me to the bones. The first time when
our clean half of the house some gentlemen arranged the ball, a lot came
musicians with big violins and when the string orchestra is piercing
Sounded, so for some reason it seemed - the death of the world comes, I have
Darmed in the eyes ...
I was waiting for the general death and wondered that everyone was calm and even
Something rejoiced, did not cry.
Only Anyuta of the rank understood how I am, this music for everyone. She is so
The tears were pierced, then slowly began to squeeze, the fever was blocked.
She fell on the floor on the porch and beat about the floor until she was raised and did not take
Our rooms, where they sprayed with a coal, whispering that it was "Schalu" and
that she needs to "pour out" ... I was attached, then I got used to
The sounds of the orchestra, and I already liked this igniting abyss. And around
So fun danced couples and whole rounds ...
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Once upon a time, having heard the readings of Mama about the life of the saints and especially about
Saint Mark, who rescued in the phrakaya grief, I could not fall asleep for a long time. All
Refreigly captured me the desire to become holy: Most: Run in
the desert ... there are rocks, abyss, lions, and I tremor all in the heat and run everything
Further, we climb the mountain all the above ... It seemed clearly: I'm far and
I am satisfied in the cave.
And here in the passionate Saturday and to me, as in the brand, comes saint
elder. We are both strict postmen. But when the lunch time has come and we
"Nota", then my friend got a chicken egg and offered it for our
Meals. And we ate an egg to a passionate Saturday and knew that we were released
This unforgivable sin is a violation of the Great Post. And I clearly represented
my saint: he is a little growth, there was already a seamy, and the color of his face
And the hands were "Aki Bark Phikovov".
In the morning we were looking for wild honey in rocks and deep crevices ...
In his dreams, I reached full delight; I got hot and
I wanted to run, run without looking back. I got up from my little
Sofa, something put on and quietly, on tiptoe - to the door.