Narine Abgaryan
Vsyo o Manyune
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U menya byla zavetnaya mechta — uvidet sebya malenkoy. Naprimer, pyatiletney. SCHekastoy, karapuzoy, s vygorevshimi na yuzhnom solntse volosami tsveta solomy. YA lyubila razgovarivat s gusenitsami. Zadavala im voprosy i terpelivo zhdala otvetov. Gusenitsy svorachivalis kalachikom ili upolzali proch. Molchali. Mne hotelos uvidet sebya desyatiletney. Smeshnoy, uglovatoy, robkoy. S dlinnymi tonkimi kosichkami po plecham. Papa kupil proigryvatel, i my dni naprolet slushali skazki. Stavili vinilovuyu plastinku na podstavku, nazhimali na spetsialnuyu knopku; zataiv dyhanie, akkuratnym dvizheniem opuskali membranu. I slushali, slushali, slushali. Mne tak hotelos uvidet sebya malenkoy, chto ya odnazhdy vzyala i napisala knigu o moem detstve. O moey seme i nashih druzyah. O rodnyh i blizkih. O gorode, gde ya rodilas. O lyudyah, kotorye tam zhivut. «Manyunya» — to svetloe, chto ya hranyu v svoem serdtse. To prekrasnoe, kotorym ya s radostyu podelilas s vami. U menya byla zavetnaya mechta — uvidet sebya malenkoy. Poluchaetsya, chto moya mechta sbylas. Teper ya tochno znayu — mechty sbyvayutsya. Obyazatelno sbyvayutsya. Nuzhno prosto ochen etogo hotet.
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