after finishing a music school, applied to the Pedagogical School to the class of a music teacher, but seeing there only girls, changed his mind. Finishing ten-grades standard school, he joined the army. There he graduated from the Extramural Folk Arts University. He didn’t manage to work in music (not taking into account time before Gorbachevsky three years in the restaurant). He began to work as a mechanic in the maintenance of refrigeration and play in the ensemble at dances, weddings, etc. He wrote three music albums with 30 songs under the general title: “Pre-paradisaical notes”. Working in a children’s club, he got carried away writing scripts for various holidays. This fairy tale (please, do not consider it to be pathos) is the fruit of his whole life.
Characters
Cloud-granny, Cloud-granddaughter – commentators for the author.
Baba-yaga is an ordinary malevolent person, high browed.
Tsar, Czarina Maria Fedorovna – the type of landlords: full, pretty, not high, kind,slightly rustic.
King Petr Sergeevich, Queen – the type of nobility: tall, thin, artistic, educated, a bit prim.
Shoemaker Evseich – older than the King, with a hoarse voice.
The tailor – exists, but does not take part in the action.
First action
The clouds introductory music theme sounds.
Cloud-granddaughter.
Well, granny, will we stop over this ground?
Cloud-granny.
Yes, let’s look around.
Cloud-granddaughter.
And what to look for? Dry land,
You need to pour it, that’s for what we stand.
Just, my granny, I always forget to ask,
Why did people stop loving us?
Cloud-granny.
I do not understand what you mean.
How is it?
Cloud-granddaughter.
Well,
Here we are, we water and spray,
And they hide from us and run away.
No matter, whether it’s raining hard or not —
No joyful faces to be caught.
But before, you remember, they had a tradition
Their walks under rain were the best recognition.
Well, when they sleep at night – I understand,
Or when it’s autumn with cold breath and hand.
But in summer sunny days why don’t they want
To dance in the downpour pond?
Cloud-granny.
Oh… You remembered the most ancient times…
They came here almost naked those times,
They didn’t wear expensive tissues
And were not afraid to tear them.
And now even at night, they dress with flirtation…
They call this to be civilization.
So they try not to get wet, when it’s raining,
And then they have to make clothes draining.
Cloud-granddaughter.
Why did they create those problems?
Cloud-granny.
Because now who is who
They determine by clothes.
If they meet, as they say, a well-dressed person,
This human being by default is awesome.
And a person in a poor outfit or barefoot,
is considered, respectively, bad. Understood?
Cloud-granddaughter.
And such kind of relations
Is in all countries without exception?
Cloud-granny.
No, of course.
Here are just now under us
Two states disclaiming these rules and fuss.
Here people do not notice the difference
In professions, or ranks, or significance.
Cloud-granddaughter.
Hear! Hear! I remember these places.
All people here have so sincere faces!
In other places, almost every day brings changes,
And here, as before, everything is changeless.
They go to each other’s place,
Give gifts, and smiling they embrace.
Only it’s not clear what can be so often gifted,
As it can make their well-being shifted!
Cloud-granny.
Come on, granddaughter,
let’s do the work,
And only after that we’ll talk.
And I’ll explain to you the essence
of your confusion about presents…
The rhythmic melody of rain can be heard.
Cloud-granny.
Well, we worked hard and sound!
Look, how everything’s shining around!
It’s nice, when work brings you pleasure,
And its benefits for others can be measured.
After our abundant watering deeds
Everything got water that it needs
Everyone in need of life-giving water
was not missed; no one was forgotten.
Cloud-granddaughter.
Yes, my granny, everyone is pleased,
But you promised to explain about gifts.
Cloud-granny.
Ah-ah… Then listen, my granddaughter
And catch what is important.
In the kingdom and the czardom different
matters are involved,
The division of labor it is called.
The King with the Queen like to go for mushrooms and berries,
And the Tsar with the Tsarina while fishing feel merry.
And most importantly, no one remembers, why
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