PagesSectionsFrom the old notebook"A song that is not sung is a horse that is not ridden: it forgets its road." Kinsmen
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| A word from Cholpon24 June 2007 Grandfather is well and the family is well. For some weeks we did not come to the Internet, the road was closed, and the notebook was with us in the cellar. He writes at night, with a candle, and in the morning he says: "Do not type that, it is a bad poem." So I have nothing to type. In a few days I hope there will be something. Thank you to those who wrote asking. He read all your letters aloud to the dog. For those who left8 April 2007 The gate is open, the dog does not bark,
the samovar is cold on the shelf. Who closes a house like this, in a hurry, and leaves the door to the wind? Come back, neighbours. The apricots do not know there was a war. Written this spring. I will not say more. Snow on the roof28 January 2007 Snow on the roof of the House of Culture, nobody sings under it today. The stage is cold, the curtain is stiff. But under the curtain, in the dark, the old komuz sleeps without dreams and waits for the first warm hands. Sayings of the old people17 December 2006 Collected over many years. I write them as I heard them:
Cholpon adds: and "Eat first, then you will understand the poem better". This one is grandfather's own. What is an aitysh26 November 2006 Some readers ask. The aitysh is a contest of two akyns who sing at each other with the komuz or without. One asks, the other answers, in verse, at once, and the verse must rhyme, and the answer must be both polite and sharp. The people in the hall laugh in the right places or they are not people. The oldest rule: you do not make fun of the poor, of a mother or of a guest. The second rule: everything else is permitted. |