The third feather from the wing of a white angel

DORA GIRL

“Mother,” the little girl cried, “where are my wings?

- What kind of wings? Hello through the window! So I'll tell you Dorka, just don't be offended! Only birds have wings! Are you a bird?

“Mom,” the girl shouted again, “why did you bring Grandma Motya? You know how nervous I am before a performance! Here, now the wings touched somewhere!

- Nuta, - grandmother again could not resist, - calm your bird! Stop this nonsense! She won't let me say a word! So, in the year when your grandfather and grandmother met ...

“Mom,” tears were already clearly sounding in the girl’s voice, “there is an hour left before the performance!” And I haven’t collected anything yet… Where are my wings?

- Well, everything is quiet! - the woman, who was alternately called by those in the room, then mother, then Nuta, could not stand it and slammed her bag on the floor. Something suspiciously rang in the bag, and grandmother Motya and the girl Dora immediately fell silent.

“So that’s it,” my mother said, looking at the hushed ladies, “I’ll talk, you just listen to me!” Listen to my words! This is clear?

“But I just wanted to say,” the girl whimpered again, “what if we are late…”

“Dora, you are driving your mother into the coffin and even deeper,” the mother suddenly lost her temper, and she turned to screaming, “will you ever listen to me?”

And then it seems to me more and more that you are becoming like your dad, he, too, just a little, and immediately into tears! Sentimental helluva lot! And I…

“What do you want, his whole family is like that,” Baba Motya again got into the conversation, “I remember his grandfather even before the war ...

“Listen,” Nuta said suddenly in a whisper, “I’ll just… kill you both right now!” Kill and bury in the basement! Just like great-grandfather Capa buried the royal gold coins. Hide and forget! So I will kill you and forget where I buried you!

- Mom, where is that basement? Dora asked, ignoring the threats. “Was that my great-grandfather?” Does dad know about this story?

- That's it, I can't do it anymore! What do you want from my life? Sit down and don't ask questions! How many times have I told you! Not a word about dad, - the mother grabbed the girl by the shoulders and began to shake, - be quiet, stupid girl! Do you hear what they say to you?

There was silence again for a moment in the room. Which, however, was immediately violated by Grandma Motya

- And what about dad ... Dad was good! Such a black one! I remember that I am going to visit you, and he is standing on the veranda and playing. Plays and plays! On a violin! I think that God gave your neighbor, Semyon, a son! Plays and plays! Played at five, played at ten, played at fifteen...

“Motya,” Nootka shouted again, “will you ever get over it?” And don't tell me Faberge! He did not play the violin, but the button accordion! And rehearsed always standing on the balcony! Do you hear! He stood on the balcony, not on the veranda!

“Mom,” Dora said apprehensively, “there is time left before the performance…”

Yes, now listen! I wanted to warn you, but you interrupted me. Are you in a hurry faster than me?! Now, blame yourself! In ten minutes a car will come for me. I'm leaving for a day trip! You, Aunt Matryona, stay for me on the farm. You, beloved daughter, Dora, will love, respect and listen to grandmother Matryona! Is everything clear to everyone?

“All clear,” Dora repeated doubtfully.

“But it’s not clear to me,” Motya suddenly soared, to which only now the whole horror of the situation reached, “why did you call me?” No, I will not stay with this child!

- Well, what to do with you? Well, I don't have time to explain! All my time you chewed and ate! And there is nothing to throw eyebrows on the forehead! Did she ask you like a human being? Did you ask?! I wanted to explain everything! Here ... Do you hear? Taxi has arrived! So my dears, good bye may love good bye!

Yes, money for travel and food in the top drawer of the nightstand!

Anyuta had left a long time ago, and Grandma Matryona still could not believe what was happening. Wow, just dropped in for a cup of tea!

- What is she like?

- What? Dora asked absentmindedly.

- Well, in what language did she sing now: "Bai, bye!"

- In English. It translates as: goodbye love, goodbye!

“You know everything,” Motya turned her nose in displeasure, “but in our time ... What is this? What are you doing?

- I'm crying! It's like you don't see it! - the girl sniffed, - everything is gone! Now I'm definitely going to be late for the show! But I never found the wings!

Yes, I saw your wings! Drying on the balcony! Nuta probably washed them and forgot to take them off!

Well, what are you standing? Take off your wings and let's go!

- No I do not want to!

- How is it, I don't want to? There is nothing to build horses here! Go!

We won't make it in time! Now another girl will put an angel to play! Svetlana Nikolaevna warned me if I was late again, then that’s it, I couldn’t see the main role! They will put another girl, Sonya!

- So why are you silent? How is it, another girl?! This is what we will see! Do not be this! Let's run!

- I'll run! And here you...

- Yes, with my legs and my stick ... Well, let's go to the bus stop, we'll figure it out on the way!

The angel has never been to this city. Well, it didn't. Here lived cheerful, bright people. Noisy sea. Life was in full swing. And the case was not difficult, however ... However, it was impossible to get rid of eat this task.

Sonya was Dora's sworn friend and competitor. They went to kindergarten together, went to first grade together. Both of them passed the competition in the theater studio.

Dora and Motya arrived almost on time. Well, we were late for some ... thirty-five minutes, but we arrived!

When Dora and Matryona entered the rehearsal room, everyone turned in their direction, but only Sonya spoke

— Aha! Agushki! I won! Dora was late again, and today I am playing the role of an angel!

“Wait Sophia,” the teacher tried to intervene, she did not like to chop off her shoulder, and if there was an opportunity to prevent the conflict in the bud, she would definitely use it, “you need to ask Dora why she was late this time. Maybe she had a good reason. Well, Dora, why are you silent? Why are you late? By a happy coincidence, the performance was postponed for an hour and a half, otherwise it would have been bad for us. Sonya didn’t take the wings today, because you have been appointed to the main role. Well, why are you silent?

I couldn't find wings. And then they were on the balcony, wet!

The little artists laughed. Only Sonya remained serious, well, and the teacher, of course.

- That's it, I won the argument! Dorka was late for no good reason.

“I won,” the teacher confirmed, “but you don’t have wings.” What are you going to do? Will you run home? Far away, you can't!

Why go home? Dora will give me her wings. Dora, will you give wings? You won't let the show be ruined, will you?

“I don’t know…” Dora hesitated, “I thought I was playing the angel today!” And my mom won't be happy...

“Of course, she’s dissatisfied,” Motya said loudly, orienting herself in the situation, “and in general, what kind of manners are these? I have a couple of words to say. A child is going to play an angel, and the wings are lucky, but here you are! Take it out, lay it down! There are no such rights to take away a role from a child! Do not scratch yourself with hope!

“You see,” the teacher mumbled, “the children, so to speak, had a bet! If Dora had arrived on time...

- Don't touch me here! I don't even know those words. Some kind of bet ... I beg you! All I know is that the baby didn’t sleep all night,” Motya slyly looked at the staring Dora, “the girl taught the role. Completely tortured me and my mother. Check it out, check it out. This means she reads the words like a poem, and we check on a piece of paper. Is it true, is there a mistake?

There was silence in the class. The children looked from Dora to Motya and back. Dora blushed. Finally, the teacher decided to intervene and asked Motya

- And who are you exactly?

- I? Grandmother... Cousin... I am her mother's aunt!

“Ah, of course,” the teacher smiled, “that means a cousin ...

“Yes,” Motya put her hips on her hips, “we are cousins!” But what, did the president forbid being related to cousins?

- No, - the teacher was frightened, - what are you doing! Simply, if you were your own grandmother, you would know that the role played by Dora is without words! She has a pantomime to the music, and then ...

- That's it, I'm tired! - Motya turned around doomedly, - you don’t know how to raise children, young lady! Well, why are you making eyes at me? Earlier, in the old pioneer days, some kid would have come running and pushed a chair under me. Sit down grandma! And you, that girls, that boys, all unruly, ill-mannered!

“We don’t have chairs,” Sonya broke into the conversation, “this is a rehearsal room. Here we dance, we arrange the scenes, and also ... Here in the lecture hall, there are chairs! Also in the auditorium. We have two halls - large and small! And there is also a cinema.

- What are you starting for me? - Motya got a little angry, - Calm down your talents! I don't understand what you're saying! Wiring, reconnaissance, some kind of mime, can't you say in Russian: Aunt Motya, get out of here, you old fool!

- Oh, - the teacher was frightened again, - what are you talking about? You feel bad? Children run for a chair! Find where you want! And my children, - the teacher came close to Motya, - they don’t know such words!

— What? - Motya also switched to a whisper, - what did I say?

Don't ruin my upbringing! You said the word fool, but my little artists never say that word!

Aunt Matrena widened her eyes.

How are they yelling at each other in the street?

- And they do not shout in the street and almost do not walk. They just don't have time. In addition to the theater studio, parents take their children to different circles: music, drawing, English. And your Dora, as far as I know, also has a separate tutor in the Russian language and mathematics. This is true?

- Like so! - Motya agreed, - she is weak with us, she was ill for a long time. Left behind classmates.

- Yes? But I have other information. Dora said that she was behind her studies because she and her mother were leaving for England for six months. Anyuta has such long business trips, and the girl ... What is it? Children, children, stop fighting!





Highly moral children who never cursed in the street, se now they thrashed and pushed each other heartily. And the kids were arguing. And the word fool was the softest word in their vocabulary. The teacher rushed from one child to another and tried to appeal to reason! But things had gone so far that reason was no longer present in this hall.

And it all started quite innocently.

Sofiyka ran up to Dora and said:

- I don’t need your wet wings, my mother brought me white and shiny ones! Mom went into the hall, and I went to make up. After all, today I'm playing an angel, don't you forget?

“No,” Dora confirmed glumly, “I haven’t forgotten.

Having said this, Dora turned and walked away. Sofia was surprised

- Where are you going? Today you are a spectator, and the auditorium is on the other side!

“I’m going to the dressing room,” Dora blurted defiantly, she’s Dara, she’s Daria, “if Svetlana Nikolaevna still decides that I won’t be an angel today, then I’ll undress, take off my wings and go to the hall. And now I'm going to the makeup room. Prepare for the performance.

Sonya stamped her foot in annoyance, but did not catch up with Dora. She was sure that the teacher would take her side, and she, Sofia, would play the angel today. All those who participated in the performance calmly went about their business. Grandmother Matryona dozed off in her chair, which one of the guys brought her after all. The girls appeared in the rehearsal room almost at the same time. Svetlana Nikolaevna got up from her chair to make the final verdict, and then this happened: an angel, invisible to the girls, slowly flew in through the open window.

The rehearsal room was very large, but for an angel and his wings, it was still small. The time of the performance was approaching, but Svetlana Nikolaevna still could not put an end to the protracted dispute. The hands of the clock moved again. The angel also moved. His time has come. The pen has fallen. Fell between the girls. It seemed to both beauties that a beautiful feather fell out of her pair of wings.

Both girls rushed and at the same time bumped their foreheads. A fight broke out. All. The poor artificial wings of Dora and Sonya immediately came to an end. The girls fought like a child. During the fight, Sonya and Dora were hit by several people. Some of the children themselves got into a fight, someone was dragged. Svetlana Nikolaevna rushed about among the children.

Baba Motya was sleeping, and the angel looked serenely at the work of his hands. For he knew it would. Have you already met this angel and are probably surprised by his, so to speak, not standard behavior? However, it really needed to be. In the auditorium, the children were in big trouble. Militants from the Islamist association "Fist of Allah" knew about the upcoming performance even at the moment when it (the performance) was at the stage of final rehearsals. They needed just such a capture operation. Loud, reckless. There was an opportunity to put forward any requirements.

For all peoples on earth, the most important value is always children. Betting on children is almost always a win-win. During the second act, just at the time of the triumphant exit of the angel with artificial wings, the capture was to begin. Then, later, during the operation, which would have ended with the assault of the special forces, almost the entire theater troupe would have died. Svetlana Nikolaevna, at the cost of her life, would have covered the smallest actress with herself. She was only to be five years old. The girl could have been taken to the hospital. But the baby would have died on the operating table. Only Sofiyka's mother would have survived, who would have descended into the auditorium to enjoy her daughter's triumph. However, Sofia would be one of the first to die, and her mother's life would become empty without her daughter, and she would very soon leave after her talented daughter.

The angel saw all this in the old, faded eyes of Baba Moti at the moment when the woman raised her head and saw Dora's wings on the balcony. Grandmother Matryona was visiting her beloved niece and was looking forward to a long tea party with memories for dessert. We have already talked about what was to happen, now let's go back to the rehearsal room and try to separate the fighters.

However, as it turned out, our help was no longer needed. For some two minutes, many adults ran into the hall. The children were separated pretty quickly. The performance was supposed to take place in the Palace of Arts. The Palace of Arts was a new building, built taking into account, as they say now, nanotechnologies. The children were washed and changed, but it was still clear that the performance would not take place today. Some bruises, abrasions and bruises, it was impossible to cover up. This was especially evident in the two failed angels - Daria and Sophia. Sophia, among other things, had a sprained ankle, Dora had a bruised head and a dislocated wrist.

Svetlana Nikolaevna was only a teacher, and the friendly team of the children's theater had three directors (for different age groups), a make-up artist, a costume designer, a sound engineer (and more than one), a choreographer, a voice production specialist, in general, there were more adults than children. At that moment, when the fight began, each of the adults was minding their own business. The influx of guests was expected to be serious. And adults, of course No, they were worried that the children would not lose face in front of distinguished guests. The reason for today's event was the opening of the Palace of Arts. It was built in record time, and now, so to speak, it was required to wash the building.

The banquet, of course, was waiting for the guests in the evening, and now, before the banquet, everyone was looking forward to meeting with the beautiful. The children's theater was an experimental platform. Every child now in the hall was, so to speak, unique. Children were selected long and carefully. It was a government program. Under it, talented adults were recruited who knew how to work well and communicate with children. Children practiced every day for six hours, including Saturday and Sunday. This does not include schooling.

The program was the same as that taught by students of theater universities, naturally adapted to childhood. The main director and artistic director of the children's theater was a little over 60 years old. We will not mention his last name here, especially since the director was not present in the hall today. He was seriously ill.

If the director were here, naturally, there would be no dispute about who would play the role of an angel today. In the theater troupe, of course, there were two compositions. But all controversial issues were always decided only by the main director. The director fell ill suddenly. Therefore, some questions had to be solved by the teacher. The chief director delved into all the little things connected not only with creativity, but also with the upbringing of little artists. Three stage directors were engaged only in art, but did not climb into pedagogy. The director himself fell ill or an angel helped, we will never know. The main thing is that the goal of the angel was achieved. The performance was cancelled.

The result was obvious. Or rather, on the face. The event was cancelled. The guests dispersed. The children were taken by their parents. Soon, only the instigators of the fight remained in the hall, as well as: the teacher, Sophia's mother and Baba Motya. Believe it or not, Grandma Motya slept through the fight. Old people are like that. They fall asleep hard, but if they are already asleep, then sometimes you won’t wake them up with a cannon. Yes, by the way, the angel was not in the rehearsal room for a long time. The pen was torn in two. Most of it went to Sofiyka, the smaller one to Dora.

Gathering her thoughts, Svetlana Nikolaevna was silent. Everyone else was silent as well. Baba Motya woke up from the silence.

- Everything, I remembered! - she said loudly, - before his death, grandfather Kapiton relieved his soul and told me about the place where the treasure was hidden. I was then a young waxwing, like our Dora, and did not believe my grandfather. And then I forgot. It was just November 7th. There was shouting and singing in the street. Slogans sounded from the loudspeakers, music played loudly ... Somewhere they even got into a fight ... No, it was impossible to fight on the street then! The party condemned. So, grandfather Kapiton described to me the place where he hid the royal chervonets. If you turn from the house where Nuta and Dora now live to the east, and cross the square, then ...

Sorry, dear reader, the story about chervonets is a completely different story. And it has nothing to do with ours. However, I’m lying, or as Baba Motya would say, I’m lying! Yet there is a connection between these stories. While there was a fight in the hall, grandmother Matryona had a dream about the past.

The sounds of the fight in her brain transformed into a festive procession dedicated to November 7th. Motya returned to the past and saw herself at the age at which her granddaughter Dora was now. But that's really a completely different story.

In conclusion. Invite your elderly relatives to visit you more often. Far and near. Grandmothers, aunts, cousins and relatives. Invite with or without reason. Listen carefully to what they tell you. What they remember. There is a whole planet in front of you.
 With the disappearance of this planet, memories will also disappear. Disappear and never return.

And one more thing: maybe one day, the look of an elderly relative, cast on the balcony of your apartment, will save the life of your beloved daughter. Because the eyes of older people have a magical property, they attract the gaze of an angel.


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