>>12Morning, screaming from the kitchen "It's time to school!". Quickly eating, and going out on his own, well familiar to me the street and go to it to stop. For the hundredth time passing by the old house of culture I can see a bas-relief with the inscription "NF. Vatutin ". People go by this bas-relief for years, but so little is known about who is depicted on it. They do not know, for example, about the cruel battles at Stalingrad, where Vatutin and his troops surrounded the 330,000-strong group of Germans in December 1942. And in the summer of 1943, not only reflects the most powerful blows of the enemy on the Kursk Bulge, but also conducts a successful counteroffensive, leading troops deep behind the defense line of Army Group South.
Thinking about this, I immediately recall the powerful feeling that I experienced almost a year ago, when, carrying a portrait of my great-grandfather on the parade on May 9, I looked at the portraits and read the signatures to them from my classmates and in general from all whom I saw. A wave of universal unity and pride filled me that I could not hold back the tears.
I'm going down to the crossing, my stop on the other side of the road. A man of about 40 plays the violin, putting the cover in front of him. It plays something classic. That's right, Stravinsky. People are in a hurry, but on the faces of some I see how they like it. Someone looks around, smiling approvingly. Took money for today's dinner and put it in a cover from the violin. Stravinsky, Tchaikovsky, Rimsky-Korsakov, Rachmaninov .... The music of these and many other composers is heard not only here but in the whole civilized world. "Swan Lake", the most popular and famous ballet in the whole world, is written by our composer. It's nice to realize that you live in a country whose heritage is so valued.
Driving through the ornate streets of my city, I think that there is not a single cultural sphere where there would not be a contribution of my eminent compatriots. All the universities in the world included Tolstoy's "great five books" of Dostoevsky, Tolstoy's War and Peace, into a compulsory curriculum. The whole world can not take his eyes off the seascapes of Aivazovsky, and puzzles what is hidden behind the "Black Square" by Malevich. All film schools of the countries, teaching the acting skills, use the Stanislavsky system. Culture, science, technology, history, politics. For each item, there is something to say about the contribution of my compatriots to the common cause of the whole world. These thoughts swarm faster and faster in my head, that I do not notice how I am very close to the school. It seemed that a second ago, an echo of a violin from the passage came to me.
Approaching the school, I think that you do not need to know what my name is, in what city and on what street I live, in what school I study. You do not even need to know when I lived, live or live. I am the voice of the past, present, or future. I am a Russian citizen. In Russia there has always been, is and will be proud of. And I'm proud. The bell rings for a lesson. We must hurry.
