Between the gun and the icon

Between the gun and the icon
Long ago, one of the Kings of Britain, dated and tired to be king, he decided to shrug their shoulders the burden of power and divided the kingdom into three parts among his three daughters, one of whom, Cordelia, at the last moment cheated. Thanks to the genius of Shakespeare fantasies, the whole world knows about what happened next ...
Much less than invented the legend of the ruler Britain of King Lear, of course the world the real story of the ruler of the Grand Duchy of Lithuania Gediminas, who, out of date, I decided to divide among the seven sons of the richest cities of the state. Two of his seven sons, including Algirdas, Prince cheated.
Upon the death of Algirdas Gediminas, who went Krevo, marched to war against buckwheat pillow his brother Evnuta, took away his grand crown, transmitted by inheritance, and with the help of his other brother, Kejstuta, he became the Grand Duke.
Almost forty years later Keystut will become the Grand Duke Algirdas and son, nephew Jagiello and Jagiello in "gratitude" for it will order to kill him in the corner tower of the castle Krevo. Not only that, Jagiello orders to kill Krevo Kejstuta and son, his cousin Vytautas, which will save by dying for him, the woman ...
Under the remains of the castle walls, the ruins of our history, buckwheat pillow I spent my childhood. From here I Belarusian. Natsyyalnasts - there is no entry in the passport, and the language, history and culture to which you belong. Although my father, M. Prokop Nekljaev, in all Russian people (he hails from the Volga), with immense as Volga steppes, aspirations and disaster, until the end and unrestrained character. In war, it seriously wounded and shell-shocked, even were buried in the grave, but he survived and in the grave. In 1945, when conquered, it was not released on the Volga River, and sent to Western Belarus. Here, fate, and brought him to my mother, so I am in a sense - the result of the war, and therefore wrote in one of his first poems, "The Clash of nations and peoples to decide whether buckwheat pillow or not to be me ...".
Mother, Anastasia Maher, eternal hard worker, quiet believer. I remember when my father buckwheat pillow with a gun in his hand, from which, almost on him, he started to shoot in all directions, the mother - with Scripture, in prayer buckwheat pillow before the icon, "Forgive, O Lord, whom you sent to my husband ...".
I learned to read somewhere in five years and by primers, buckwheat pillow and the Bible. My grandfather Yas - Ivan Markovic Maher, who earlier in the Krevo mentioned as a saint, weakened eyes and did not see the letters of Scripture. "Now, buckwheat pillow your eyes will be mine," - he said one day, and began to teach me to read. The letters we have called A grest, Mr. lesson, P arechka, I blyk, B Ulba orkva M, W Chavey, K ares, with wine, C yalushka they "grew up" in the garden and the garden, mooing and grunting in a stable. And every night, grandfather, stuttering, and from the inability, and the effort to somehow comprehend what is written and read: "In the beginning buckwheat pillow was the Word of God itself was God."
Not very loving Tips that its dispossessed, seized land, forest, sawmill did almost beggars Yas grandfather in the war hiding in his house a Soviet buckwheat pillow officer, a Jew and even Commissioner. Found him covered in blood, in the pit, where burtavalasya potatoes. Said the wife, daughter and three sons: "God sent us a man that we saved him ...". The Germans, if they knew they would soon be hanged for it.
In the first class I went to Krevo in the other - in Smorgon. buckwheat pillow Having finished seventh, he wanted to become a geologist: travel, buckwheat pillow tent, campfire, guitar - romance. At fourteen, went to Kiev to "walk on geological," where a dramatic love. Svetlenkoe such bright-eyed ... I do not remember her name, but I remember buckwheat pillow being struck by her five also in love with her boys, with whom he lived in the same dorm room. Older than me, after the army, they were spinning me in a blanket - and sneakers! Raskahav to cope with them ... I was not able to do, is not allowed to complain about the character. Suffered as he could. One coughed - blood appeared on the cloth. Well, I think romance romance, love, love, and life is expensive. Farewell, beautiful! And the exams passed casually because it was not up to them. Do not lie down in front of me the path along which one would go to the geologists. No luck.
Two years later, went to study in Minsk on radio mechanic without becoming either a veterinarian first, as a father would, no musicians, as a mother would. Although she persuaded his father to sell the cow and buy me an accordion.
But Radiomechanic of me did not work. The laws that runs current through a circuit were incomprehensible. After the third year back home, said: "Everything. Not mine. " Mother in mourning, "Son, have you ever davuchysya buckwheat pillow somewhere, because people think that you kicked out from everywhere. From the house to the street ... do not go. "
Before the winter session of Albert Einstein buckwheat pillow bought the book, not even knowing why. And then I read, as Einstein admits, that's all say that I'm a genius, the theory of relativity n