The grandmother of the cemetery was somewhere in…

of the cemetery was somewhere in ‘ 87 to my sister a strange story yesterday with her recalled I Was then 8 old, and sister Masha 4 old I do not know why my parents wanted to go to the end of October on the grave of a mother’s son from her first marriage (her baby died at 5 months) — fence paint, or something else, not the essence But my sister with him And here’s October: cold, the trees are bare, the sky overcast, it gets dark early and we in the cemetery there children to do? Nothing Adult work, paint something there, and we are under the feet of mesh the grave of the brother not the road was, and in the depths of the cemetery To the road twenty meters, but since the trees are bare — you can see a kilometer ahead Mom, seeing that we with Masha just in the way, tells me: “the lead, take Masha, and walk out, down the path Just don’t go far, be in his eyes,” I’m waving the handle , led her to walk Walk down the path ten meters in one direction, ten to the contrary, I read labels, and Masha naughty And then she spotted a tomb with a toy and started to whine: “I Want that igrushechki!” And mother since childhood I said nothing the cemetery, even in hands do not take! Particularly, toys of Course, she didn’t let Masha was offended, feet stamped, and said, “I was offended and leave! And his hand I pulled out” I say, “Yes, go!” I mom was looking after us, she won’t be far away Turn towards mom, see, she paints the fence, and our side is not looking Well, I think then we have Mary again for the hand to take, yet it really is nowhere left to Turn — Masha, no! Well as vanished Well, where a child could disappear in three seconds? Moreover, she was wearing a bright red cap, and a cemetery with bare trees a mile away would be visible, and no one I mom Mom in a panic, the child lost! to look, walking , screaming at Nothing, deathly Silence there is No baby And already getting dark became a Mom in hysterics Dad is not himself worn among the graves, Masha is looking for Nothing As the water sank From my mother’s knees buckled, the ground collapsed, crying in the voice it was Dark completely, and the baby has no Dad suggested to the exit to go: maybe someone found Mary and brought? No One is running to Mommy’s voice is just howls And suddenly we see: out of the darkness little red riding hood appears thirty meters Masha goes! Moreover, is lifted up by the handle like someone’s hand keeps Going, talking to someone Then asks someone, “Where?” Turns to us and yells, “Mom!!!” Mom, of course, run to Maschke, crying, kisses her mother Barely calmed Masha to ask: where have you been?! and she says: I’m Lida offended, and went along the path And waited for that Lida I’m going to catch up: she saw that I was offended come and Go And no leads I turn around and I’m alone And no one: neither the leads nor the mother can not see And I walked along the path, not folded anywhere Went back go-Go, and no one, And I decided the way to go I Think: there’s you and wait I thought what if all the time to follow the path and do not turn off — always come to the exit I walked for a long time, dark has become, I’m scared Around the graves and release all there And then I see grandma: she’s like in cartoons was — whether a long black coat, or dress, and high gray hair with bun And round glasses, And she asks me: “what are You doing here?” I said, “I was lost and looking for where the exit is” a grandmother said: “Come with me, I’ll take you to the place where children meet with their mothers” A mother always taught me: anywhere with strangers, do not walk! And I say, “No, I will not go with you, you are me a way better show” Grandmother sighed and said, “Well, let’s go” And led me to the gate She saw you first, said: “there’s your mother” I : “Where?” And she told me finger at you shows I to you and immediately ran And Mary for a very long time, five years, if not more, did not believe us that we have not seen any one She grandmother was Mary to us, even drawing in detail, argued that was was her grandmother! But we saw, as Mary was all alone, but holding on to the invisible hand… And what kind of grandmother was, and what a place “where all children meet with their mums,” she wanted Mary to take — still don’t know And that’s strange: Masha has since become the cemetery to feel for a kilometer Go with her by car on unfamiliar terrain, but Mary always feels there in front of the cemetery will, I feel, Moreover, well even in Moscow, in the and outside the , and other cities, and in other countries it the same way: feeling the proximity of the cemetery Here’s a remembered history


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