They say that true love is like a ghost: everyone talks about it, but few have seen it. Probably, this is how skeptics and completely disappointed romantics judge. Especially for them - a small trip back in time to Torzhok, where 600 years ago a drama was played out purer than all Shakespearean passions combined.
Russian history for all-conquering love, which has gone through many hardships and trials, is not very rich. Only Peter and Fevronia from Murom come to mind. And then, from oblivion, they were extracted, by and large, as "our answer" to St. Valentine.
Another thing is Juliana and Simeon Vyazemsky. Know about them, perhaps, only the zealots of the Russian Orthodox Church, whose saints they are. And this is strange, because at the very beginning of the 15th century they became the heroes of a story that just asks for the pages of a bestseller, and even for cinema screens.
Juliana was born into a rich and noble family. Her father, the boyar Gostomyslov, was the governor of Torzhok. Alas, the times at that time were dashing: the Tatars of the Horde were pushing from the east, the Lithuanian principality caused a lot of trouble in the north-west, and the Russian princes themselves plunged into squabbles of internecine war.
In one of these battles, the boyar Gostomyslov died. His wife could not come to terms with the loss and very soon went after her husband, and the four-year-old Juliana was left an orphan. The girl was very pretty, devoutly believed in God and had a rare charm.
So her guardian, her uncle, never once had to regret such a “burden”: one glance at her growing niece was enough to make her soul calm and joyful.
Many dreamed of calling the young beauty their wife, but her choice fell on the Vyazma prince Simeon Mstistavovich. He saw Juliana in the church during the service and could not even think of anyone else.
Uncle did not captivate his niece, although he saw that the prince was not a man of his first youth, and that he had been in battles that had certainly coarsened his soul. But Juliana agreed to the marriage: her heart turned out to be sharper than her uncle's eyes. The newlyweds moved to Vyazma, where they were said to live like two white doves among black crows.
With the last owner of the Smolensk lands, Prince Yuri Svyatoslavovich, Simeon was familiar and even friendly for a long time. Being the ruler of Vyazma, subject to Smolensk, Simeon never forgot his position, giving Yuri all the honors due to him.
And Yuri remembered well that he was indebted to Simeon, because once it was he who saved him from a bear attack. On the battlefield, he was a brave, courageous warrior, ready to die for his native Smolensk. Unfortunately, in ordinary life, his virtues turned into shortcomings - cruelty, rudeness and exorbitant lover of women.
In 1404, the Lithuanian army besieged Smolensk. Yuri held the defense for seven months, and then decided to seek military assistance in Moscow. And as soon as he left, his enemies entered into an agreement with the Lithuanian prince Vitovt and surrendered the city.
Following Smolensk, Vyazma also fell: so the two princes, Yuri and Simeon, became exiles. Where to go for help? Of course, to Moscow. Its then ruler Vasily accepted both of them into the service and gave them "for feeding" the hometown of Juliania - Torzhok, dividing it into two halves.
If earlier Yuri saw his friend's wife only briefly, now he finally got a good look at her and immediately fell in love with no memory. In vain the princess admonished him, appealed to God and conscience - the prince pursued her everywhere. And the more severely Juliana refused, the more his passion inflamed. It all ended with the fact that he finally lost his head.
On December 21, 1406, Yuri threw a feast, during which he again tried to seduce the woman he liked. And again he heard an angry rebuke: “There will never be such a shameful deed! You know, my lord, I have a husband!” Yuri's drunken head clouded. He returned to the guests, drew his sword and hacked to death Prince Simeon. And then he ordered the servants to bring Juliana to their chambers.
Even knowing about the death of her husband, Juliana continued to persist. Then Yuri tried to rape the princess. But Juliana managed to wound him with a knife hidden in the folds of her clothes. Taking advantage of his momentary confusion, she ran out into the yard with cries for help. But Yuri was completely mad and attacked the princess with a sword, cut off her arms and legs and ordered the servants to throw the body into the Tvertsa River.
Prince Yuri, realizing what he had done, fled in disgrace to the Golden Horde. But, not finding peace even there, he returned to Russia and, after long wanderings, found shelter in the Venevsky monastery near Tula. Here he repented and "in the last days of his life carried the feats of repentance and prayer."
In the same monastery, he rested in peace and was buried near the right kliros of the lower church. Moreover, he is even revered as a saint there for humility and repentance. They do not often come to him, but they come for deliverance from anger, cruelty and even lust.
Prince Simeon was buried with honors in Vyazma in the Nikolsky (Trinity) Church. As for Juliana, in the spring of 1407, a certain peasant discovered her imperishable body in the Tvertsa River, swimming against the current.
Trinity Cathedral, Vyazma
At first he was frightened and wanted to go far away, but he heard a voice: “Go to the cathedral church of the Transfiguration of the Lord and raise the archpriest and others so that they take my sinful body from here and bury it on the right side in this church.”
The peasant did what he said. The remains of the princess were carried with honors to the cathedral and lowered into a stone tomb. Chronicles say that all the sick who were in the temple that day and were present at the burial of Juliana were healed.
Since then, the folk trail has not overgrown with the Church of the Transfiguration in Torzhok. The sick and sick went to Juliana to get rid of ailments and infirmities. In 1598, the protodeacon of the Church of the Transfiguration of the Savior took it into his head to secretly examine the relics of Juliana. Without any blessing, he began to dig up her burial.
Spaso-Preobrazhensky Cathedral, Torzhok
And when the lid of the coffin had already appeared, fire suddenly burst out of the tomb. The protodeacon, who received severe burns, prayed for two months at the tomb of St. Juliana and still begged for forgiveness and healing.
Until 1919, no one dared to disturb the rest of the saint, until, in the course of the struggle against the cult of the dead bodies, representatives of the new authorities appeared in the temple. The tomb with the relics was opened for "public examination".
What happened then, the information differs: someone says that the Bolsheviks threw the remains into Tvertsa, and someone says that the relics of Juliania were kept in Torzhok until 1930 in the church of the Archangel Michael and only then disappeared. The fact remains: the further fate of the relics of St. Juliana is unknown.
Used materials from the article of Faith of Hope from the site
Comedy in two acts.
CHARACTERS:
ROMA - Mankov's son
Julie - Kopylov's daughter
KOPYLOV - heads of warring houses
MANKOVA - Mankov's wife
KOPYLOVA - Kopylov's wife
ROSE - Julie's friend
Vasya - nephew of the Kopylov family
GOBLIN - Roma's friend
LORIK - medical student
CLEANER - just an elderly woman, not burdened by family ties
precinct
Citizens of the city of Uryupinsk
SCENE ONE.
Hairdresser in the heart of the city. End of the working day. KOPYLOVA sits at an uncleaned table with combs and scissors in front of a large mirror, legs crossed. She has bags under her eyes. It reeks of fumes from her. A cigarette smokes in his teeth. She is busy applying nail polish. Blows on fingers. The CLEANER enters. Sweeps the floor. The radio is on.
THE VOICE OF THE LEADER. Dear radio listeners! According to your numerous requests in the "Theatre Lounge" section, we repeat the radio performance of the Sverdlovsk Academic Order of the Red Banner of Labor Drama and Ballet Theater based on Vasily Shakespeare's play "Romeo and Juliet"!
CHOR. Two equally respected families
In Verona, where events meet us,
Conduct internecine battles
And they don't want to stop the bloodshed.
The children of the leaders love each other,
But fate sets up intrigues for them,
And their death at the coffin doors
Puts an end to irreconcilable strife.
(Solemn music plays.)
CLEANING WOMAN. (Sweeps. She suddenly screams. Looks at her feet.) Fathers! (crossed) Finger?! (Raises a finger from the floor.) Cut off? ..
KOPYLOV. Cut off!..
CLEANING WOMAN. To whom - cut off? ..
KOPYLOV. Yes, one client. It's been a hard day today... To the people! And I'm alone in the whole Universe!.. And everyone needs a manicure! (Blows on fingers.) A woman without a manicure is like a song without a button accordion ... And you can’t throw out words from a song, as it burns ...
CLEANING WOMAN. What about a finger?
KOPYLOV. Well, did you cut it off? Judge me now, right? I didn't do it on purpose. And this mare gaped open and let's stink: "Save! Help!" And then: "I'll take it to court! Take it to court!" And the queue is worth it! And I'm a sixth grade specialist. I'm embarrassed! Is it my fault that this happened?
CLEANING WOMAN. And what will be tapericha?
KOPYLOV. And nothing will happen!
CLEANING WOMAN. Will. They will put you in jail... for three years.
KOPYLOV. (frightened) Don't go to jail! Their prisons are already full of different killers! Maybe there will be monetary compensation. Zink, you know? - so, she also cut off her finger ... True, they shake her by this finger ...
CLEANING WOMAN. (Looks at finger.) For this one?
KOPYLOV. No... Another one, the other one... (Gnawing on a nail.)
Meanwhile, the radio play continues.
SAMSON. I bite my fingernail, sir.
ABRAM. Are you biting your fingernail at our expense, sir?
SAMSON. No, I'm not biting my nails at your expense, sir. And I bite, I say, a nail, sir.
ABRAM. Are you getting into a fight, sir?
KOPYLOV. (Turns off the radio with a sharp movement.) Never mind the performances! .. Everyone on this radio has already gone crazy! Neither Pugacheva to you, nor Kirkorova - they drive bullshit all day long ... (solemnly) "Radio Russia"! Ugh! (Spits on the floor.)
CLEANING WOMAN. (Shakes off the spit from the mop.)
KOPYLOV. Wait! Sedna in the news they said that on one island there live such Papuans who have no fucking fingers ... And nothing, they live for themselves! It's on hand! And on the legs - flippers, and even gills! ..
CLEANING WOMAN. (Angrily throws a mop on the floor.) Gills, mops, and I'm here for half a donkey! .. Fuck you to the stump! (Exits.)
KOPYLOV. Don’t give a damn about the applications!.. It’s like everyone went crazy! (Turns on the radio.)
SPEAKER. The prince enters with his retinue.
PRINCE. Traitors, killers of silence,
Dirty iron with brotherly blood!
Not people, but the likeness of animals,
Extinguishing the fire of deadly strife
Jets of red liquid from the veins!
Who am I talking to? Under fear of torture
Throw your swords from inglorious hands
And listen to the prince's will ...
KOPYLOV. What more! (Turns off the radio again.) What a day!
MANKOV bursts in, a bald man with glasses and a hat.
MANKOV. Where is he? Where? (He kneels and crawls on the floor.)
KOPYLOV. We have closed. And who are you?
MANKOV. It's not too late, it's not too late, you can sew on... Faster! Time is running out! Half an hour, half an hour! Where is he? Where?
KOPYLOV. Who? (closes in fear) Is that you?
MANKOV. (Running up to KOPYLOVA and grabbing her by the neck.) Where is he? Where?
KOPYLOV. Don't know. It's a cleaner! MANKOV. Where is she? Where?
KOPYLOV. Probably at home...
MANKOV. Where she lives? Where?
KOPYLOV. I don't know, I don't know, I don't know...
MANKOV. (Clutches his head.) Where is he? So where?
KOPYLOV. Yes, who, who?
MANKOV. Horse in a leather coat! (She sits down tiredly and covers her face with her hands.) I’m sitting at home, it’s just a performance on the radio, a performance - I’ve been waiting for two weeks, I wrote an application, suddenly I get a call, I open it, my wife is in tears, all without a finger, she says, from the hairdresser’s, she did her manicure, damn it your own manicure? Half a finger has been opened! I’m on the phone, and she’s already squealing in pain and rolling on the floor: “Cut off! Cut off! I sat down to her, and she was drinking, drinking! Syphilis on her lip! Scissors are jumping - and my finger, finger! looks attentively at KOPYLOVA, who covers her mouth.)
KOPYLOV. It's not syphilis! Not syphilis! (Gets up and walks towards the door.)
MANKOV. Stop! (Walks at her with a menacing look.)
KOPYLOV. It's a cold, cold, cold. I was skiing...
MANKOV. What skis?
KOPYLOV. Yes, simple, "Karelia"!
MANKOV. Come on, Kaleria, give your finger back!
KOPYLOV. I said no!
MANKOV. They threw it away... (Sits down again.) How can she be without a finger now?... I loved her!
KOPYLOV. Find another! (Readjusting her hair and apron.)
MANKOV. You won't get away with it so easily - I'll sue you! You will rot in my prison! And your children will wash themselves with blood, and grandchildren - for this finger! I must wash away her shame with blood! .. (He leaves and slams the door loudly.)
KOPYLOVA sits down in an armchair. He takes scissors, twirls them in his hands, clicks, throws them aside, turns on the radio with an unconscious movement, takes a half-open bottle of vodka from the nightstand, pours it into a glass and drinks it in one gulp.
BENVOLIO. How would this wind not chill
We have supper while we foolishly procrastinate.
ROMEO. We are not foolishly procrastinating, but we are not in a hurry in time.
I'm ahead of the good no tea. Something,
What is still hidden in the darkness
But it will be born from this ball,
Untimely shorten my life
Due to some terrible circumstances.
But the one who guides my ship
Already raised the sail. Lord, come in!
BENVOLIO. Beat the drum! (A disturbing drum roll sounds.)
SCENE TWO.
Kopylov's apartment. Julie's birthday. Loud dance music plays. A bell breaks through the music intermittently. A large room. Poor environment. In the center is a festively set table. ROSA, VASYA and LORIK are dancing. JULIE sits in the middle of the table and looks dreamily at the dancers. Vasya turns off the music.
VASYA. Well, shall we roll yet? (The call is repeated.)
THE ROSE. The goblin has arrived! (Julie) Come meet me!
LORIK. I'll open. (He goes into the hallway. The lock clicks. The door slams. The GOBLIN enters with a bouquet of flowers and ROMA with a bottle of champagne.)
VASYA. (Julie) What is this, your swag? (Hiccups several times.)
LORIK. All! Vasyuta is no longer poured!
GOBLIN. Well, Zhulka, will we pull by the ears? ..
This day, September 8, is one of the best known days in the year, even if it’s just the same as in the church ka-len-da-re - pa-myat mu-che-ni-tsy Na-ta-lyi (Na-ta-lii) No-ko-mi-diy-sky. Until comparatively-no-tel-but recently, there was no other saint with this very ra-pro-country-name in the Saints, it’s almost all of his but-si-tel-ni-tsy one-nowre-men-but celebrate-well-yut their names-ni-na (Day of An-ge-la) and give the environment -y-y-husband-chi-we-pleas-yat-nye chlo-po-you. Give me my congratulations!
Is-to-riya Na-ta-lyi, secret hri-sti-an-ki, and her husband Adri-a-na, - tro-ga-tel-naya is-to-riya su-pru- female faith, honor and love “to the grave” (and even beyond the grave!) in the literal sense. According to the pre-da-niyu, they lived in the na-cha-le of the IV century, in the period of the next and the most-one-hundred-of-the-last do-va-niy christi-an, in the hundred-ke of the Roman em-pe-rii, in Ni-ko-mi-dia, the beautiful city-ro-de in azi-at- skom in-be-re-zhe Mr-mor-no-go sea (modern-men-naya Turkey). Su-pr-gi-would-were you-lo-dy and beauty-si-you, have you not had time to have children yet. Ka-za-elk, a long and happy life awaits them ahead.
Adri-an, sna-cha-la pagan, son of noble ro-di-te-lei, served in the city court, but so-ver-shen-but unexpectedly but for the collegues, they turned into christian-an-stvo, in the way of a wives-ny man, were-hundred-van-nyh and subjected to well-tortured kam hri-sti-an. Ordering his sec-re-ta-ryu outside and his name in the list of condemned-days, he held out incredibly-faithful tests and persuaded v-ry sa-mo-go im-pe-ra-to-ra Mak-si-mi-a-na Ga-le-ria (305-311), in-ra-women-no-go is crazy about this -ny with his point of view in steps. Pe-re-dress-thai in men's clothes and cut off your ros-kosh-nye-lo-sy, Na-ta-lya ear-zhi-va-la in the same no-tse for is -ka-le-chen-nym husband, comfort-sha-la and encourage-ra-la him to hope for a meeting in future life. She used her cup of suffering to the end, because she became a witness to the terrible death of Adri-a-na, who then-ro-mu pa-la-chi once-draw-bi-li on the-to-valne no-gi and from-sec-whether ru-ki.
Becoming a widow, Na-ta-lya for some time stayed home, and what’s with her on-stay-chi-wo-wa-tal-sya influence-I-tel- ny vo-e-na-chief-nick, fa-vo-rit im-pe-ra-to-ra, much more than-vos-ho-div-shiy with the richness of her in a way- but th husband. For "ordinary-but-vein-ny" (races-whether-whether and boring) women, the same-them is the dream of a lifetime (like a brave colonel-kov-nick Ser-gay Ser-ge-e-vich Ska-lo-tooth). But not for the b-go-rod-noy Na-ta-lya. But-whose did she cry-ka-la and turned with a prayer for help to her su-pr-gu, not wanting more without him live on earth. Soon she managed to run to the city of Wiz on a co-slave a ntii (bu-du-schie Kon-stan-ti-no-pol) with so-stored-nen-noy and on-bal-for-mi-ro-van-noy right hand Adri-a-na , having become for christi-an saint-you-mi mo-shcha-mi. Fulfilling the debt of love, she died after her husband appeared to her in a dream. How unfortunate - and at the same time - but tra-gi-che-ski happy, better than such a rare gift of love! - Romeo and Juliet-ta, they met in heaven, and now no one can separate them.
Philosophers believe that the name is given not by chance, but by a mysterious way, connected with the name-well-e- we M. The Roman name Na-ta-lya means “natural”, “native”. Na-ta-lya Ni-ko-mi-diy-skaya with his “unmodern-men-noy” from the point of view of many lives completely justified him-yes-la, in a way that life without love, albeit in wealth, - not-ra-zi-mo-went and did not-stand-on respect-zha-yu-shchey-by women-schi-ny. I wish the modern Na-ta-lyam ho-te once a year to remember the ro-man-ti-che-s-th-th-ry with my own Heavenly way - vi-tel-ni-tsy.
Yuri Ru-ban,
cand. ist. on-uk, Ph.D. bo-go-word-via
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And creates an artificial night.
Until the gloomy despair of Romeo
Despondency will bring such
If someone does not save him with advice,
Will not eliminate his anguish cause.
Benvolio
Do you know her, my dear uncle?
Montecchi
I don't know and I can't find out
From Romeo himself.
Benvolio
you tried
Persistently question him?
Montecchi
I asked myself and through friends,
But in feelings here he is his own adviser;
Is it good - I won’t say
But only he is so secretive, inaccessible,
Like a kidney where a worm is already sitting,
When she hasn't unwrapped yet
In the air of beautiful petals
And she did not devote beauty to the sun.
When we only know why
He yearns, if only we could save him.
Romeo appears in the distance.
Benvolio
Ah, here he is. Go away; - will try
Learn his sadness, but I can not vouch.
Montecchi
Oh if you achieved - than she
It called! Let's go, wife.
(Montagues and his wife leave.)
Benvolio
My cousin, good morning!
Romeo
Is it early?
Benvolio
Only nine.
Romeo
Ah, sad hours
So stretch! Isn't it my father
Hastily left here?
Benvolio
Yes, that was him. What kind of sadness lasts so long
What are your hours?
Romeo
The lack of
What gives them a fast flow.
Benvolio
In love?
Romeo
Not that...
Benvolio
Deprived of love?
Romeo
Deprived
Reciprocity.
Benvolio
Love like this
Beautiful in appearance, must be
So hard, so painful.
Romeo
Alas, love, though it is blind,
Without eyes, she will find in what ways
Reach us and rule over us.
Where will we have lunch? - Woe to me!
What was the fight here? However, no
Don't say: I heard everything; with enmity
There are so many worries here,
But more of them with love... Oh love
Cruel! O loving malice!
Something created from nothing!
Oh sad fun, vanity
Serious, shapeless chaos
Beautiful forms, lead pen,
Brilliant smoke, freezing flame,
Aching health, sleepless sleep,
Which cannot even be called a dream!
This is how I feel love
Feeling no joy in such love.
Are you not laughing?
Benvolio
No, I'm crying.
Romeo
What is it, kind soul?
Benvolio
O grief that oppresses your soul.
Romeo
The reason for this sorrow is love.
It's hard for me from my own sorrows,
And you want to add yours to them,
Strengthen their excess with compassion.
Love is smoke rising from sighs;
She is the fire that sparkles in her eyes
Lovers; in alarm, this is the sea,
Which feed their tears.
What's next? That is clever madness
The bitter bile that chokes us,
And the sweetness that sustains us.
Goodbye.
Benvolio
Stay, and I'll go with you -
It hurts me when you leave like this.
Romeo
I lost myself, I'm not Romeo
He's not here, he's somewhere...
Benvolio
Tell
Seriously to me: who is the one you love?
Romeo
Demand that a sick person
In suffering, he made a will:
How the word will amaze the patient!
But, my cousin, I'll tell you seriously:
I love a woman.
Benvolio
With your hunch
I hit the target.
Romeo
Oh, you are a skilled shooter! -
The beautiful one I love so much.
Benvolio
The better the target, the easier it is to hit it.
Romeo
Well, here, cousin, you made a mistake: in it
You can't hit Cupid's arrow, -
Diana's mind is given to her, innocence is in her
Protected by indestructible armor,
Her children's bow of love will not hurt.
She is indifferent to love speeches,
Can't stand cheeky eyes
Sometimes saints, she can not be seduced.
Oh, she is rich in beauty - together
She is poor in that when she dies,
Wealth is wasted.
Benvolio
Or did she vow to remain a virgin?
Romeo
Yes; and lead to great loss
Such a fruitless abstinence:
After all, the whole offspring in it will die,
Losing existence beforehand.
She is pure, beautiful and smart, -
But for that, is all these perfections,
So that, plunging me into despair,
That in heaven she deserve bliss?
She made a vow of celibacy;
I am mortified by that harsh vow,
Although I live and talk about it.
Benvolio
Listen, friend, forget about it and think.
Romeo
Oh, teach me how to do it!
Benvolio
Give free rein to your eyes, on other beauties
Pay attention.
Romeo
Here is the remedy - more often
I remember her beauty!
So masks that the faces of beautiful women
Touch, make us think
About the beauty that lies beneath them.
He who is blind cannot forget
Treasures of Lost Vision.
Oh, show me the beauty you are -
Out of the ordinary - and her beauty
Will serve me only as a memory book,
Where will I read the features of another,
That beauty so surpasses her.
Goodbye; you can't teach me
Forget you.
Benvolio
I will teach or I will
I am indebted to you to the grave.
(They leave.)
SCENE II
(The street.
Enter CAPULET, PARIS, and Servant.)
Capulet
The same fine was imposed on the Montagues,
How about me; and us, two old men,
I think it would not be difficult to live in the world.
Paris
Both of you are deeply respected,
And it's a pity that your strife continues.
But what are you doing for my matchmaking
Will you tell me?
Capulet
What I said before:
That my daughter had barely entered the world,
She is not yet fourteen;
When the beauty of two more years will fade -
It's time for her to be a bride.
Paris
There are mothers younger than her.
Capulet
That's why they fade too early.
I buried all my hopes
She is my only hope in the world.
But, my dear Paris, please her,
Try to achieve her love:
My consent is
In agreement and choice of Juliet.
Today I give an evening feast,
According to the old custom of the family,
And I invited many guests
Of those whom I love; including
You will be my welcome guest.
And I'm waiting for you; come this night
To my humble house, to the earthly stars
There to see which bright shine
The radiance of the heavenly stars overshadows.
I have that pleasure waiting for you,
That young men feel so in the spring,
When she, blooming, goes
For a boring slow winter.
There in the flower garden of young buds
You will enjoy their beautiful view;
Listen to everyone and take a closer look -
And choose the best one.
And my daughter will be there among others
For the account only: she is nothing before them.
Come, Count;
(servant)
and you hurry up
In the city; seek and invite
Everyone who is here written on this list;
(Handing over the note.)
Say that I'm waiting for them with kindness and greetings.
(Exit with Paris.)
Servant
Find those whose names are written here? And here it is written that the shoemaker
taken for a arshin, and the tailor for an awl; so that the fisherman wields a brush, and
the painter is a net. I was sent to find those whose names are written here; but
I can not find - who exactly is recorded here. I must turn to the scientists
people. Oh, and here they are!
(Enter Romeo and Benvolio.)
Benvolio
One fire is lost in another
Suffering by suffering will decrease;
When your head is spinning
Make her spin back;
One sorrow will be healed by another:
Let the new poison enter your eyes -
And the old infection will disappear.
Romeo
Your plantain is useful here.
Benvolio
Where? for what?
Romeo
For damaged bone
your leg.
Benvolio
Have you lost your mind?
Romeo
No, he didn’t come down, but worse than he came down:
I am imprisoned, I am deprived of food,
I'm worn out, exhausted.
(To a suitable servant.)
Hello, sweetie.
Servant
Hello sir. Can you please tell me how to read?
Romeo
My fate in my misfortune.
Servant
You could learn this without books, but I ask if you can read
what is written.
Romeo
Yes, if I know the letters and the language.
Servant
You answer honestly. Happy to stay. (Wants to leave).
She lived in the cultural city of St. Petersburg, not very far from the Udelnaya metro station, a beautiful, beautiful girl. Just incredibly beautiful. I have never seen such beautiful ones. This district, although it was not the outskirts of the city, could not be called a pleasant language - only Khrushchev and Brezhnevka. And the girl's two-story house was among these miserable boxes, like a crumpled garbage can at the entrance - small, shabby, rickety, without bathtubs and hot water. She lived only with her mother, she did not remember her father. Mom was poor and worked as a cleaner at the school where the girl studied. She loved her only daughter very much and tried to follow her at school, as if she didn’t contact bad company. The girl, of course, sometimes got angry with her mother for this. Well, she was a little ashamed of her.
The girl grew up, she turned 13 and she became friends with the boy. Just to be friends, very sublime and romantic. The boy was not bad, kind and he didn’t have a dad either. But the mother was, but such that it would be better if she were not there. She sold heroin directly from her apartment. She was not afraid of anything, she even supplied high school students from their school with dope, and then her son's classmates. But she didn't give it to him. But he did not ask - he was good, he loved the girl. So for a whole year she walked with him, secretly burying herself from her mother.
But the girl's mother found out about this friendship and did not approve. I began to read notations to my daughter, to teach the mind to reason. Is it possible to dissuade from the first love. And she couldn’t beat her beloved child with a belt on the pope, and there seemed to be nothing else for it. And once her heart could not stand it and she decided to go to the boy's mother, to talk heart to heart. Word for word, they quarreled tightly, even grappled by the hair. The cleaning lady forbade her daughter to meet with the boy, locked her at home for several days so that she would not do stupid things. And the boy's mother also did what she could - poured mud on his beloved, lied that she was walking with him out of pity, and she herself dreams of a rich husband.
The boy did not believe it, of course, ran home to the girl. And there they don’t wait for him, they don’t open the door, they send him back, they don’t let him talk to the girl. And she doesn't come out. We didn’t see each other for a day, a week ... The boy decided to show his beloved that he was not second-class either. Began to walk in the yard with her girlfriend. Even kissed her in front of everyone. The rumor about the betrayal of a loved one quickly reached the girl, and not just reached, but acquired such new details that the girl wanted to die from despair. But the girlfriends advised otherwise - go, they say, to a disco, meet an older guy there, bring him to the yard. Let the boy know.
Until then, the girl did not go to discos, did not drink wine. But she treated herself to her girlfriends for courage and went dancing with them. . The disco was fun. Everyone but her. Cats scratched at the soul. I didn't want to dance at all. So she huddled against the wall until she ran into another boy. He was a couple of years older than her, but he also did not dance and did not communicate with friends. So they stood side by side until she decided to leave. And as she left, so did he. He caught up with her and held out his hand. And they went side by side together.
He walked along and was silent. She was embarrassed to speak first, but curiosity got the better of her and she asked why he was silent.
It turned out that he was deaf. What he did at the disco, she never found out. But she felt sorry for the guy. And that one, although he seemed to be like him, but acted as a seducer better than any talker ... Somehow it just so happened that she became a woman.
She ran home, did not say anything to her mother, but she blabbed to her friend - she could not keep everything in herself. Yes, and scary, all of a sudden. Who better to advise, if not a faithful friend. And she did not hold her tongue for a day. So this news spread across the courtyard to her Romeo.
He got sick, very sick. So bad that he didn’t eat, didn’t drink, didn’t go to school. Sitting at home and crying. I wanted to jump from the fourth floor, let her find out ... But my mother dissuaded me. And to completely calm her down, she gave me one remedy. She gave it only once .... And then he himself knew where to get it. In their yard in those days there were more young drug addicts than normal teenagers. And even those are not visible - they hid at home. So, if you don’t leave the yard, it seemed that the whole world lives like that. Lives and does not grieve. And he is a boy, what's worse?
The remedy helped, it helped well to forget about the betrayal of a loved one, and about romantic relationships. He pricked himself and went to her to put up. And as soon as he reconciled, he took her right there on the stairs in the dress room, and then he told about heroin.
Until night, they sat on the concrete steps embracing and crying inconsolably.
And the next day, instead of school, the girl went to his mother and bought herself a dose. She went out into the yard to her friends drug addicts and they quickly taught her what and how to do. When the boy left the second lesson to look for his beloved, it was already too late. They got back together and cried again. But the right remedy quickly melted their sorrows and the boy's mother got two more clients.
The girl turned 15, when there was no longer a single guy in the surrounding courtyards who would not give her a dose in exchange for a body. She was very beautiful, she did not have to look for clients, they themselves carried charged button accordions to her ... She and her boy.
And then she dropped out of school, went out into the street at night and became the queen of the roadsides. Cars stood in line, waiting for her to be free. And in the morning, after 10-15 clients, she returned home and her tearful mother warmed a bowl of hot water on the stove so that she could wash herself off from the shame of the night and lustful greasy palms.
Money appeared in the house, they bought a new gas water heater and a TV. But there was no longer happiness and there was no more love either - Romeo stumbled and died of an overdose of heroin taken from his mother's hiding place when she was in the hospital ....
I met this "girl" when she was already 18 years old. She calmly stood on the very edge of the sidewalk, not hiding her face, as if waiting for a bus or a ride. She was so beautiful (fortunately, the unhurried movement of a dense auto-stream gave me a lot of time to make sure of this) that I stopped the car in front of her, not even thinking what I would do next and, of course, not realizing that she was “working”.
Don't want to have some fun? Only 150 re…
For the first time in my life I heard these words and my brain exploded from the realization of the imperfection of this world.
You….??? I mumbled, convulsively trying to put this unconnected puzzle in my head into one whole and logical image.
Why do you need that? You could have a boyfriend, husband, lover, whoever your heart desires - with or without money, right today. With your beauty it's not an issue.... Maybe you just don't know how huge and beautiful this world is? ... Let's go, I'll show you something much better than this spit stop!
I took her to a yacht (or rather, a yacht). And without wasting a second on a destructive passion, we went out into the Gulf of Finland and surrendered to the power of the sea. Peaceful waves gently splashed on board. She stood on the deck and looked with surprise either at the distant blue expanse, in which the crimson sunset sun was reflected, or at the sea lambs right under her feet. The wind blew her long golden hair, and a dreamy smile and admiring eyes betrayed a storm of emotions caused by new impressions for her. At that moment, she seemed to me the most perfect creature on this planet.
Can you quit your craft for this? Forever and ever!
- I don't know... No... That is, yes... But not now... I need to get back urgently, I need money.
- What for?
- On the dose!
That's how I found out she was a drug addict. For me it was the most taboo of all. I gave her a ride home and left the money as parting, which would have been enough for her to live a month of chastity.
"Dream. The earthly embodiment of unearthly beauty ... .. for 150 re - a bitter smile of fate. - in my picture of the world it did not fit in any way. I didn't want to eat, go to work, I couldn't sleep. I had to figure it out so I wouldn't rack my brains for the rest of my life. And a few days later I returned. I came to her house and while finding out the number of the apartment, I accidentally met her mother. She then told me, with tears in her eyes, this sad story. And all the missing moments were later revealed by the heroine herself.
Soon I met this man. He was head over heels in love with her. He sold everything he had and persuaded her to go abroad with him for treatment. I wished them good luck...
At the airport, customs officers found drugs and syringes in their luggage...
The next and last time I saw her was five or six years after these events. I was driving along Engels Street and about a hundred meters from the place of our first meeting, I saw a woman voting. My eyesight isn't perfect, I don't let voters down, but something made me stop again. The door of the car was opened by a tall woman with beautiful but sharp features, which were emphasized by bright lipstick and contrasting shadows on a thick layer of makeup. The outstretched hand, despite the long sleeve of the dress, betrayed an experienced drug addict.
I'm working," she said curtly, and I met her eyes. They were hard, cold, empty and terrible eyes of a she-wolf.
I involuntarily pulled away and slammed the door.
Only by pressing the gas pedal, I realized that it was She ....
After a couple of tens of meters, I hit the brakes sharply, stopped and hovered for a few seconds. The brain easily overcame emotions and I hurried to remove my foot from the pedal until she again approached the car ....
After all, it is only the beginning that is different for everyone, but the end is always the same... Do not condemn the fallen. If you haven't been in their shoes, you might just be lucky...
P.S. I didn’t plan to publish here, but maybe this sad story will be able to melt the harsh hearts of the Sharks… admirers and disperse the circles of verbal battles around this… calm pond? ... And, what the hell is not joking, maybe it is she who will start a series of sincere personal stories from new authors from among hereditary "only readers." After all, each of us (of you), for sure, had something similar in life.
