Svetlana Mirrai "Travel to the Soviet Union. A mystical novel"

I got out of the subway and I was pleased with the thought that I remember my grandmother’s address well, because after her death in 2000, I personally was engaged in the sale of my grandmother’s apartment.

Soon I turned the corner of the deli and went into the entrance of the same house. My heart was beating hard with excitement, with every step that brought me closer to my grandmother’s apartment. Already standing at the door, I caught my breath a little, calmed down and pressed the bell.

Once again IВ pressed the bell toВ be sure, and the beautiful melody В«Moscow EveningsВ» began toВ play. IВ heard the shuffle ofВ slippers under it, and my heart began toВ beat inВ anticipation ofВ the meeting.

The next minute, the door toВ the apartment opened, my beloved grandmother was standing on the threshold, alive, outwardly she even looked prettier and looked much younger than the years that IВ rememberedВ her.

«Come in, granddaughter,» she said as if nothing had happened, wiping her hands on a light blue bell – shaped apron.

– Hi Gran, did you recognize me right away like that? I asked in surprise.

– Well, are you holding me completely out of my mind, or are you joking like that? She asked with a smile on her face.

– What are you, don’t be offended, I just asked. I love you very much,» and I came closer to hug her and kiss her. After all, in fact, I haven’t hugged her for so long and I really missed her.

– Oh, Artemka, touched me to the depths of my soul, – grandma wiped her tears with a handkerchief, which rolled down her cheek in a thin trickle, – well, go, dear, I’ll feed you dinner now.

«Artemka, it didn’t seem to me, my grandmother called me Artemka,» and then I almost sat down from surprise, now I understand whose body I am in now.

While Grandma was busy inВ the kitchen with my lunch, IВ decided toВ take aВ walk around the apartment. It was spacious, clean and bright, like aВ museum from my distant childhood and my memories. And IВ must say, everything that happened toВ me was very pleasant.

– Go Artyom, dinner is ready for the table, – grandmother shouted.

When IВ went into the kitchen, there was aВ large plate ofВ homemade dumplings on the table inВ front ofВ me, aВ glass ofВ milk, and aВ piece was cut from aВ loaf on aВ saucer, with butter and apricot jam spread onВ top.

The lunch turned out toВ be very tasty, maybe it was me who was so hungry or the truth, as my brother told me, the products at that time were completely different. And while IВ was eating, Grandma looked at me without taking her eyes offВ me.

– Granddaughter,» she said, after a few minutes of silence reigned around us.

– What’s ba?

– Have you forgotten that tomorrow you have entrance exams at the institute?

– No, I haven’t forgotten,» I replied, and I began to sort out in my memory which institute Artem had applied to.

Evening came, and I lay down on the bed, and fell asleep unnoticed. In my sleep, I heard the doorbell ring. First, it occurred to me that it was my parents who came home from work and I went to tear off the door for them, but to my surprise, it wasn’t them. There were several guys standing outside the door, they were Artem’s friends.

– Well, Leshii, are you coming with us? – said one of them, who, as it turned out, was later called Maxim.

«Why, Leshii, Artyom didn’t say anything about this nickname. Maybe some more surprises are waiting for me,» I thought.

– Where are we going? I asked the guys.

– I’m gathering everyone in the dorm, we’ll sing songs to the guitar. I want to celebrate my birthday.

– Well, congratulations then! I said.

– Thank you, but you’ve already congratulated me. I turned twenty last week, have you forgotten? It didn’t work out, so I moved it.

– Yes, with whom it does not happen, I forgot and forgot. Well, why are you coming with us? another guy from this company said.

– I’ll be right out, wait. I can’t let you in, Grandma is at home, resting.

I closed the door to the apartment, and went to the closet to put on whatever was from Artemka’s wardrobe.

Being inВ the past, IВ began toВ understand that this whole unusual story that happened toВ me was already becoming aВ part ofВ my life and IВ was gradually getting used toВ the role ofВ aВ Soviet person.

IВ came out ofВ the entrance, inВ jeans and aВ white T-shirt, the guys were waiting for me. And we walked slowly through the yards.

– Guys, let’s look for soda machines now, it’s stuffy and I want to drink what I want, – said one of the company, his name I remember right away, his name was Alexander.

The guys agreed, and after passing aВ couple ofВ houses, several vending machines with the inscription В«Carbonated waterВ» lined up inВ front ofВ us. IВ noticed that there is only one faceted glass inВ the niche.

They took turns pressing it, washing aВ glass inВ aВ niche with aВ sink and drinking.

«That’s what kind of nonsense it turns out, they drink from one faceted glass with the whole of Moscow and don’t get sick with anything?»

It was my turn toВ drink soda, IВ winced aВ little and took aВ big sip. But the extraordinarily delicious, sweet taste immediately conquered me, and IВ was already greedily finishing the rest ofВ the lemonade.

– Magic soda,» I said.

– Yes, it’s very tasty, – Alexander agreed with me.

Soon we all got drunk and the whole company went on toВ the student dormitory toВ Maxim.

When we approached the front door ofВ the hostel, Maxim turned toВ face us and said:

– Guys, and now I’m going to ask you to be quieter than water, lower than grass, do you understand?

We went into the dorm and waited.

– Good evening, Aunt Lyuba, may I go to my room with my friends? Maxim said cheerfully.

The janitor examined our company with her hard, scanning gaze from under her wide glasses and said:

– Well, Sinitsyn, come in, but only if there is at least one complaint from the neighbors, then there will be no trust in you anymore.

– We will be quiet, I promise Aunt Lyubochka, – Maxim added and waved his hand, we should follow him.

We climbed the stairs toВ the second floor, and walked down aВ long, gray corridor.

– Come in, – Maxim said hospitably, and stood in front of the door of his room.

Nadenka

There were four iron-backed beds inВ the room, and aВ small table with two chairs. Posters with movie and pop stars hung on the walls. Everything around me looked like IВ was looking at the childhood photos ofВ my older brother Artem.

Maxim pulled the table up toВ the bed so that there was enough room for everyone and began toВ seat the guests.

– Well, friends, I want to start our evening with a song, – said a young man from our company, his name was Anton, he sat down next to me and picked up a guitar. Anton began deftly fingering the strings and sang a song by Viktor Tsoi. I have already heard it once in my time.

When Anton finished the song, Maxim came up toВ us, and two young ladies were standing next toВ him.

– Irina, if you don’t know anyone, – one of the girls said briskly and sat down opposite me.

– And what is your name? I asked the girl who was standing, modestly lowering her eyes.

– Hope,» her voice rang like a bell.

– And my name is Artem. Sit down, next to me,» I said to the girl, realizing from every minute that I was losing my head from her innocent beauty.

Her unforgettable eyes and hair did something incredible toВ me.

– Do you live in this hostel? – she asked, sitting down next to me.

– No, I came to Maxim. «And you?» – I asked, switching to you.

– I also came to a classmate, Irina. I don’t live at home in a hostel. Soon I want to apply to the Acting Faculty, to GITIS,» Nadia said, and a spark of joy appeared in her eyes. Where do you study?

– You want to be an actress, well, that’s great, – I said with admiration, – And I’m from the future.

– From the future? she asked softly, peering into my eyes as if looking for confirmation in them.

– It’s all hard to explain, but I know only one thing, I don’t want to deceive you, because every word I say about your time will not be true, – I lowered my eyes and whispered.

В«IВ understand the absurdity ofВ this situation,В» she replied inВ the same whisper, В«but IВ believeВ you.

– Do you believe? I was surprised.

– Yes I do, tell me about your future, what is it? It’s probably nice there. All people are friendly with each other, beautiful cities, clean air, maybe people are no longer working, but robots are doing everything instead? Is it probably better there than here?

– Everything is fine, – I said, – each person will have a personal smartphone, it will be a multifunctional device, there will also be Internet and computers.

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