Beautiful autumn in my Russian village.
Poems,stories and pictures by Irina Mouravleva.
Простая баба
Прaбабушка моя,
Простая баба,
С деревни русской,
Что за Вяткою рекой,
Ты в сорок первом
Медсестрой на фронт ушла,
От пуль закрыла парня,
Для дочки маленькой,
Оставшись лишь мечтой.
Звуки музыки простые
Звуки музыки простые,
Три девчонки молодые
В гимнастёрках с орденами,
В вальсе кружат до утра.
Я Катюша – Катерина,
Я Мадина, я Ярина.
Засмеялась Катерина.
Мы медсёстры полковые,
Мы подруги, мы родные.
У меня в деревне мама,
На Кавказе мои братья,
А меня на Украине
Ждёт сыночек дорогой.
Вместе вот уже три года,
Повидали очень много,
Сорок третьий год суровый.
Ах увидеть маму снова,
Мне братишкам рассказать всё,
Мне сынулечку обнять.
Prince – Mouse - my screenplay
Prince – Mouse.
Narrator
Far - far away, long
time ago there was a magic country called Zania.
Zania was ruled by King James.
King James
Hello!
King James had a son, Prince Daniel.
Prince Daniel is shyly smiling from his desk.
And the Queen had a secret – in the moment a mouse runs to
the queen’s bedroom door and in the dark a woman shadow shows on the wall.
Hidden Kingdom - my screenplay
INT.SMALL LIVING ROOM
Vicky, 8 years old cute girl and her mother Louisa,
fashionably dressed woman in her early 30’s are painting flowers on small
canvases. Both are looking dreamily and focused on their paintings.
Louisa leaves her head from the work and looks at Vicky,
then walks quietly to the girls.
Louisa
(loud)
Vicky! What are you
doing?
Vicky
(scared and tries to
cover her painting)
Nothing mommy!
Louisa
(mad)
Don’t tell me you are
painting a prince again. Let me see! Oh, no! Vicky!
Vicky
I am sorry mommy!
Louisa
Didn’t I tell you to
stop paint all those princess and princesses? They don’t exist! At least here!
Vicky
But Daddy told me…
Road to the Fairy Land - my story
When I was in school in Russia, all my summer holidays I used to spend at a small playground near my grandmother's apartment building. This is the picture, nothing much changed since that time, it ts almost the same like 20 years ago.
My parents were doctors, divorced, working, my father was remarried, my mother had a boyfriend, my grandmother was a doctor too, everyone working 8 am to 6 pm, everyday.
And of course no one had much time for me and my sister, who was in kindergarten then. So most of my summer time I was outside with the girls and boys from the same building or living in the neighborhood.
And all days long we were just playing, running, stealing candies from a supermarket around the corner and listening each others stories.
I don't remember who told us this story, but I still remember how we, a group of a girls sitting near car garages on a wooden bench surrounded by small green tree branches, were talking about it:
"There is a fairyland, a beautiful place with magic, princesses and princes. And it is in the middle of the forest. All you have to do its find the middle of the forest, there will be an old blanket and when you leave the corner of the blanket you will find the road to the fairy land."
One little piggy - story for my son
One time one small piggy did not want to sleep.
His mommy piggy said:
His daddy piggy said:
-Go to sleep!
But the little piggy screamed:
And the baby piggy did not sleep the whole night.
He played, danced and jumped.
The next night was the same.
The little piggy had a lot of fun.
And he said:
In the morning the piggy went to school.
He was surprised that the school looked different than day ago.
And he did not see his friends in his class, because all the students were new.
After the school the little piggy did not know where to go.
Soon he found out that this was a different school and his home is far away.
The little piggy felt asleep on the way to school in the school bus!
His mommy piggy said:
-
Go to sleep!
His daddy piggy said:
-Go to sleep!
But the little piggy screamed:
-
No, no, no! I don't want to
sleep! Only babies sleep!
And the baby piggy did not sleep the whole night.
He played, danced and jumped.
The next night was the same.
The little piggy had a lot of fun.
And he said:
-
I will never ever sleep again.
I will play all night and have lots of fun.
In the morning the piggy went to school.
He was surprised that the school looked different than day ago.
And he did not see his friends in his class, because all the students were new.
After the school the little piggy did not know where to go.
Soon he found out that this was a different school and his home is far away.
The little piggy felt asleep on the way to school in the school bus!
Сорок первый холод, сорок первый год
Поцелуи жаркие на губах моих
И совсем не жалко в бой идти за них.
Сорок первый холод, сорок первый год,
А война безжалостно рвётся всё вперёд.
Домик у черёмухи снится мне во сне,
Я иду по русской вызженной земле.
Шлю письмо под взрывами я домой,
Лишь хочу минуточку быть с тобой.
Как ты дорогая, как мой дом родной?
Вместо слов «любимая» я кричу «Огонь».
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My grandmother's memories about Second World War
Written from my grandmother's name:
"What saved me at the war was that my both parents were with me. My mother and my father really stood up for me. My father was old to go to the army, he was working in the forest, cutting trees and loading trucks with wood, and at summer he helped on the farm (Collective farm "Iskra"). And my mother was working on the farm and at winter she was helping storing cut wood. Sometimes I did not see my father for weeks.
And when he used to come back home for a little bit, he always had something for me and for my brother Sasha was in the Soviet Army. Many years after my father's friend said that my father did eat much of the food, he used to say:"I have a son at the war and a daughter at home." And he would leave almost everything for us. And my mother was very tired every night when she was returning from the farm, she usually would ask me: "Ira, did you eat?" and "Ira, did you do your home work?"
"What saved me at the war was that my both parents were with me. My mother and my father really stood up for me. My father was old to go to the army, he was working in the forest, cutting trees and loading trucks with wood, and at summer he helped on the farm (Collective farm "Iskra"). And my mother was working on the farm and at winter she was helping storing cut wood. Sometimes I did not see my father for weeks.
And when he used to come back home for a little bit, he always had something for me and for my brother Sasha was in the Soviet Army. Many years after my father's friend said that my father did eat much of the food, he used to say:"I have a son at the war and a daughter at home." And he would leave almost everything for us. And my mother was very tired every night when she was returning from the farm, she usually would ask me: "Ira, did you eat?" and "Ira, did you do your home work?"
How a Little Piggy Learned To Use a Potty - my stories for children
There one was a little
piggy who did not want to go pee-pee in the potty.
“No, no, no, no! I do not want to
go pee-pee in the potty,” the little piggy would scream.
“You have to go pee-pee in the potty!” his mommy Big Piggy would say again and again.
“No, mommy, no, I don’t like it!
I don’t want to pee-pee a potty” the little piggy ran a way fast.
Big Rig and His Big Birthday Surprise - my stories for children
Story 1.
(I wrote these stories for my son in one of many nights when he did not want to go to sleep before the back massage and a story)
(I wrote these stories for my son in one of many nights when he did not want to go to sleep before the back massage and a story)
Very far away from our moon shines
a small blue planet. And on this small planet there is a big city built by the big
trucks.
They have big rigs,
bulldozers, tow trucks, concrete mixers, damp trucks, mini loaders, delivery
trucks, mail trucks and many other trucks.
All the trucks have names
and they are all good friends. They work
and play games together and have a lot of fun.
One day Big Rig decided to
surprise his best friend, a Tow Truck.
Big Rig knew that more than
anything on their planet Tow Truck liked ice-cream and for a very good surprise
Big Rig decided to buy a lot of ice-cream.
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