Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Home is where the heart is

Just the other day I saw a video of my hometown, I don't want to reveal its name now, sorry. Me and mom left this town when I was 6, because the town was literally dying. People kept leaving their houses, they didn't even sell them. Just left everything.
That was 12 years ago. I haven't been there since. Sometimes I do want to go there, walk down the streets that I knew so well when I was a little girl, visit my grandmother's grave. But then I think how hard it might be for me. I cried while watching this video. It captured the house we lived in, it's empty now. All houses are empty. There are no playgrounds, the streets are all empty. NO LIFE.
Still, I often find myself recalling all the good times I had there. You see, it's the town I was born in. The happiest years of my life were spent there. While its dwellers were desperately looking for a new place to call their home, this was my home. I never noticed anything bad happening around me while I was living there.
HOME. Four letters that mean so much to us. Maybe later, when I have a family of my own, I'll be able to say that my home is where my family is. But for now, it's the place where the sky, the air, the streets and the people are so dear to me. The place where the world and everything that surrounded me looked so wonderful.

Ах, как хочется вернуться, /Oh how I want to come back Ах, как хочется ворваться /Oh how I want to burst into В городок; /This town на нашу улицу в три дома, /To our street of three houses Где всё просто и знакомо, /Where everything is so simple and familiar на денёк! /Just for one day Где без спросу ходят в гости, /Where people visit each other without asking permission Где нет зависти и злости - /Where there's no envy and rage
Милый дом /Sweet home Где рождение справляют /Where they celebrate birthdays И навеки провожают /And the whole neighbourhood Всем двором. /Is seeing you off forever Время, время кружит в снеге, /Time is whirling in the snow И разъехались соседи /And the neighbours are all gone Кто куда. /Each their own way И, когда дома сносили, /And when the houses were being pulled down Мы с тобой, мой друг, шутили: /We, my friend, kept joking "не беда!" /"It's okay!" Раз в году письмо скупое - /One small letter per year Поздравленье с рождеством /One merry christmas И долгих лет - /And a wish Ровно в восемь тихих строчек, /Eight quiet lines И другой какой-то почерк: /And a different handwriting Всё, привет... /Well, hello...
Лишь во сне приходят лица, /I dream of these faces at night не узнать и половины - /And can only recognize a half of them Ярок свет! /The light's so bright Год прошёл. Почтовый ящик /A year has passed Открываю - две газеты, /I open the letterbox - two newspapers Писем нет. /And no letters.

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