Аннотация: MMMCDLII. Swamp kikimoras on Kosti-NF. A story about a schoolboy Lyosha Peshkov. - February 29, 2024.
Swamp kikimoras on Kosti-NF. A story about a schoolboy Lyosha Peshkov.
Lyosha Peshkov often heard surprised questions from those who learned his name and surname for the first time: Lyosha? Peshkov?
Little later, such people jokingly were telling him: our Gorky.
Lyosha Peshkov liked this attitude from those around him. He tried to be like Maxim Gorky: he read a lot, loved to walk, tried to write 'The Song of the Old Oak,' and showed this 'Song' to different people.
Like Maxim Gorky, Lyosha tried to delve into the issues of Eastern philosophy. Therefore, when he heard about the 'Cult-Ganges' program on the Kosti-NF radio station, he decided to listen to this program.
He went for a walk in the forest and took the radio receiver with him.
At the right time, he turned on the radio, stopped listening to the sounds of the forest. He delved into the information entering out of the radio (in) his head.
He heard amazing things.
He, Lyosha, loved to read, was interested in modern literature, periodically visited bookstores, and was a regular visitor to electronic libraries...
But what he heard in the Cult-Ganges program amazed him. Nothing was said about Eastern philosophy. Various figures spoke and talked about modern Russial literature.
Lyosha learned about the creation of the 'February 30th Society', about the existence of A-poetry and A-poets.
There are also 'trailer wagons' and "paddocks" for peripheral writers.
For those suffering from "children's complexes" and "sick teeth", there are apparently psychiatric and dental clinics. However, the program did not directly talk about such clinics for writers; perhaps their creation is a matter of the future. (For somebody - 'trailer wagons', for others - "paddocks", for anothers - 'hospitals'...).
Lyosha was so engrossed in the information he received out of the radio that he did not notice how he ended up in a swamp. His feet were stuck in some kind of slush.
Lyosha looked at his watch: a day time, but it seemed it had gotten dark. Swamp kikimoras climbed out of the bog.
Lyosha became worried. He turned off the radio, took his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed a number.
- Mikhail Yuryevich! It is you?
- Yes, Lyosha, it's me.
- I found myself in the middle of a swamp. Creepy here! And dark! Swamp kikimoras! What to do? To call 911?
- Let's think together, Lyosha. Do you remember: 'I go out alone on the road...'?
Lyosha was delighted and continued:
- Through the fog the flinty path shines.
Mikhail Yuryevich was about to say something, when at that moment Lyosha exclaimed:
- Path! I see pine trees in the distance, the Sun is out!
- It's wonderful! - Mikhail Yuryevich answered, - call me in 15 minutes so that I don't worry.
- Yes! Thank you! - Lyosha shouted joyfully and ran along the path out of the swamp.
February 29, 2024 00:25
Translation from Russian into English: February 29, 2024 02:12
Владимир Владимирович Залесский ' Болотные кикиморы на Кости-NF. Рассказ о школьнике Лёше Пешкове '.
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