Alexander Kabishev Moscow story 2-9

 Winter is coming and life is leaving the city. The streets are dark and cold, and the overhanging

silhouettes of buildings seemed to press down on you as you walked down the street. Then we all

learned what a bourgeois stove was, which warmed us with warmth, and one day we saw a girl

pulling a sled loaded with buckets of water. For the first time, my brother and I even found it

somewhat funny, but after a week we went to the Neva and other rivers for water with the whole

house or even, probably, the city.

I didn't recognize my hometown. Everything I associated him with was changing before my

eyes. The warmth of summer was replaced by cold, white nights – impenetrable twilight,

peaceful silence – the howling of sirens, raids and shelling… At that time, I did not dare to

discuss this with my brothers and sisters, and even more so at school, so that classmates would

not consider me a coward, but now it seems that all Leningraders were gripped by this feeling of

devastation and uncertainty.

By the way, I was doing well at school. Due to the change in my usual lifestyle and the need to

keep the fire burning in our small room stove, I plunged headlong into my studies. At that time, I

read an unusually lot, wrote, and did my homework with diligence, so that I turned into an

almost round excellent student, which began to strongly distinguish me from the class, because

many dropped in academic performance, did not do their homework, or skipped school for days

at all. Just like me, my school friend Igor proved himself great. And at the end of December, the

headmaster even presented us with certificates for excellent studies.

After school, Igor and I didn't want to run straight home and brag about our successes. On the

contrary, imagining ourselves as adults, we decided to take a walk around the area, especially

since neither I nor his parents were at home. So, step by step, we found ourselves at the

Leningrad zoo. The once festive and grand entrance was now closed and resembled a cemetery

gate.

Evil tongues have long been spreading rumors that all the animals were killed and eaten long

ago. But we didn't want to believe it, and we were curious. So we went to wander along the

deserted sidewalks around the zoo, hoping to find out something. Of course, we couldn't see

anything, so my friend started reminiscing.

- How long has it been since you've been to the zoo? - he asked me.

- Probably two years ago,- I replied, running through the past in my memory.

- But I managed to do it in May! Imagine, there's an elephant there now! - Igor said admiringly.

- Oh, come on, - I said.

- It's a pity you didn't see him, - he continued, - He's an amazing animal! Huge and elegant, as if

from an old fairy tale!

I was overcome by a slight feeling of envy. Igor talked so great about the elephant that I also

certainly wanted to see it, but now it was impossible, except after the lifting of the blockade?

Having seen nothing, we parted.

There was another significant event that day when I returned home. I expected Masha to meet

me in the hallway and, as usual, begin to reproach me for walking home from school for so long,

but surprisingly no one met me. I instinctively walked down the hall to the light that was pouring

through the half-open kitchen door, hoping to meet someone from the neighbors there and maybe

find out where mine were.

In the kitchen, I found my sister crying at the table and my brother trying to calm her down. The

door creaked, but my arrival went unnoticed. After standing on the threshold for a second, I

entered and sat down at the opposite end of the table.

- What happened? - I asked.

Masha continued to cry, turning away from me, and Alexey said:

- Ivan and Leonid went to the front…

My legs gave out. They had been talking about it for a long time, probably for several months,

but it seemed to Alexey and me that it was their invention. We even teased them a couple of

times, asking "how many fascists were killed." And here it is, without warning!

- Did Mom let them go? I asked, hoping to hear that she had followed them and that everyone

would return home soon.

- She doesn't know yet, - my brother replied softly.