Spring rain. Question: A story on the theme "spring rain" A short story about spring rain

I don't believe. I'm tired. I want to lie down, close my eyes, and let this long rain wet my eyelids with its monotonous coolness, so that its drops freeze on my lips like tears. I don’t want the clouds to free the sun from their dark captivity. Its rays will pierce my heart again and make me want love. I don't want. Everything has already happened, and now nothing is needed.
I want to lie in white, float on a damp wave of wind, be like a cloud, and let it carry me to God knows where between heaven and earth. Or maybe I too will then turn into rain and flow my tears into the ground, and the music of this rain will spill into someone’s poetry.
Too sad poems. I've already read so many of them. It would be better to write joyful ones. No, let everything be true. No love. And I don't want anything anymore.
The old park smelled of rotten earth, and there was even some snow left here and there. Wet, black trunks hummed quietly, preparing to surprise the world with their magical foliage. And most importantly, this is the first spring rain. Real spring rain, which will then smell like sun, pollen and flowers.
A wet crow skipped importantly in front of him. She looked at him with one eye and croaked busily. Then she flapped her wings and, outlining an arc, disappeared behind a bush, behind the branches of which the silhouette of a bench was vaguely visible. It looks like someone was sitting on it. My heart trembled, and a wave of forebodings overwhelmed my head. A few steps...
- Hello. I dream about you almost every night.
- Young man, I'm not looking for acquaintances. Leave your routine jokes and go your own way.
- I saw how your wings grew, only instead of feathers there were orchid petals.
- Leave me!
-You shimmered like a rainbow, and music flowed from you. Right from the body. You just sounded completely whole.
- Stop it!
“I touched you, and you, laughing, crumbled into a thousand little stars, and then again turned into a rainbow, and again music poured out of you.”
- Shut up! I ask you to leave!
When the stranger's silhouette finally disappeared into the darkness of the park, a crow approached her. She looked at her carefully, first with one eye, then with the other, grumbled, and in a businesslike, businesslike manner approached and pecked her leg.
A scream stopped him. She screamed. He rushed back. She climbed up onto the bench with her feet, but was this a barrier to the crow, which was already planning to peck at her leg again?
- Help me, why are you standing!
- Don't be afraid, let's go.
- Where?!
- To each other!
The crow watched them move away along the alley. She loved that at his touch she crumbled into little stars, and then turned into a rainbow again. Crow really liked music. Their music. After all, it was he who was the creator of these chords, and only he could give her those same wings.
- So that means she exists? – she asked.
- Is there really something else? - he answered.
The crow calmly spread its wings and, turning into a ray of sunshine, rose to the sky, breaking the cloudy blanket of endless clouds.
03/01/04

A story on the theme "spring rain"

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One day I was alone at home. And I wanted to go outside. When I was getting dressed, I heard small droplets outside the window. I wanted to look out the window. When I approached the window I saw small drops of rain. Then I realized: why go outside, it’s raining there anyway, so I’m sitting at home and from the window I can see and hear everything perfectly. But after a few minutes the rain began to intensify. It began to rain heavily. Then mom came. She quickly undressed, put on her home clothes and went to the kitchen. There she prepared tea with honey, she brought tea and Mom and I drank tea and looked at the downpour.

It has long been noticed that before the spring rain there is some kind of extraordinary revival in nature. Spring rain usually begins like this: a cold wind blows in - and with it comes rain. Rain does not hinder the awakening of spring, but helps. In the fields, stubble peeks out from under the snow. The thawed patches become larger and they become longer. In the village, snowdrifts piled up at the gates and near the huts are covered with a rare, black coating. The snow melts around the trees, and these round holes fill with water. In spring, sufficient rain foreshadows good seedlings. Everyone is waiting for the spring rain, but it is especially necessary for the earth-nurse. At the very beginning of spring, birds do not sing before the weather changes, but during the very period of the current, wood grouse, completely forgetting about the triumphant rain, sing desperately loudly, as if trying to shout out the sounds of bad weather. “The rain hangs like smoky strands,” but it does not prevent the titmouse from enjoying life, which flaunts itself in its festive outfit right in the rain. ...The long-awaited rain, the first this year. He drums on the roofs, knocks on the windows. The rain either subsides or intensifies, and the rushing streams run more and more boldly. Large drops fall anywhere. The rain makes noise, then it will lose its constancy, hang like light smoke, and end. After the spring rain, the sun will definitely come out, the clouds will disappear and everything in nature will be illuminated with a pure, radiant smile.

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Svetlov Alexander

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Spring Tale of Rain

I want to lie in white, float on a damp wave of wind, be like a cloud, and let it carry me to God knows where between heaven and earth. Or maybe I too will then turn into rain and flow my tears into the ground, and the music of this rain will spill into someone’s poetry.

Too sad poems. I've already read so many of them. It would be better to write joyful ones. No, let everything be true. No love. And I don't want anything anymore.

The old park smelled of rotten earth, and there was even some snow left here and there. Wet, black trunks hummed quietly, preparing to surprise the world with their magical foliage. And most importantly, this is the first spring rain. Real spring rain, which will then smell like sun, pollen and flowers.

A wet crow skipped importantly in front of him. She looked at him with one eye and croaked busily. Then she flapped her wings and, outlining an arc, disappeared behind a bush, behind the branches of which the silhouette of a bench was vaguely visible. It looks like someone was sitting on it. My heart trembled, and a wave of forebodings overwhelmed my head. A few steps...
- Hello. I dream about you almost every night.
- Young man, I'm not looking for acquaintances. Leave your routine jokes and go your own way.
- I saw how your wings grew, only instead of feathers there were orchid petals.
- Leave me!
-You shimmered like a rainbow, and music flowed from you. Right from the body. You just sounded completely whole.
- Stop it!
“I touched you, and you, laughing, crumbled into a thousand little stars, and then again turned into a rainbow, and again music poured out of you.”
- Shut up! I ask you to leave!

When the stranger's silhouette finally disappeared into the darkness of the park, a crow approached her. She looked at her carefully, first with one eye, then with the other, grumbled, and in a businesslike, businesslike manner approached and pecked her leg.

A scream stopped him. She screamed. He rushed back. She climbed up onto the bench with her feet, but was this a barrier to the crow, which was already planning to peck at her leg again?
- Help me, why are you standing!
- Don't be afraid, let's go.
- Where?!
- To each other!

The crow watched them move away along the alley. She loved that at his touch she crumbled into little stars, and then turned into a rainbow again. Crow really liked music. Their music. After all, it was he who was the creator of these chords, and only he could give her those same wings.
- So that means she exists? - she asked.
- Is there really something else? - he answered.

The crow calmly spread its wings and, turning into a ray of sunshine, rose to the sky, breaking the cloudy blanket of endless clouds.

I didn't want to study lessons yesterday. It was so sunny outside! Such a warm yellow sun! Such branches were swaying outside the window! I wanted to reach out and touch every sticky green leaf. Oh, how your hands will smell! And your fingers will stick together - you won’t be able to separate them from each other... No, I didn’t want to learn my lessons.

I went outside. The sky above me was fast. Clouds were hurrying along it somewhere, and sparrows were chirping terribly loudly in the trees, and a big fluffy cat was warming itself on a bench, and it was so good that it was spring!

I walked in the yard until the evening, and in the evening mom and dad went to the theater, and I, without having done my homework, went to bed.

The morning was dark, so dark that I didn’t want to get up at all. It's always like this. If it's sunny, I jump up immediately. I get dressed quickly. And the coffee is delicious, and mom doesn’t grumble, and dad jokes. And when the morning is like today, I can barely get dressed, my mother urges me on and gets angry. And when I have breakfast, dad makes comments to me that I’m sitting crookedly at the table.

On the way to school, I remembered that I had not done a single lesson, and this made me feel even worse. Without looking at Lyuska, I sat down at my desk and took out my textbooks.

Vera Evstigneevna entered. The lesson has begun. They'll call me now.

Sinitsyna, to the blackboard!

I shuddered. Why should I go to the board?

“I didn’t learn,” I said.

Vera Evstigneevna was surprised and gave me a bad grade.

Why do I have such a bad life in the world?! I'd rather take it and die. Then Vera Evstigneevna will regret that she gave me a bad mark. And mom and dad will cry and tell everyone:

“Oh, why did we go to the theater ourselves, and leave her all alone!”

Suddenly they pushed me in the back. I turned around. A note was thrust into my hands. I unfolded the long narrow paper ribbon and read:

Don't despair!!!

A deuce is nothing!!!

You will correct the deuce!

I will help you! Let's be friends with you! Only this is a secret! Not a word to anyone!!!

Yalo-quo-kyl.

It was as if something warm was poured into me immediately. I was so happy that I even laughed. Lyuska looked at me, then at the note and proudly turned away.

Did someone really write this to me? Or maybe this note is not for me? Maybe she is Lyuska? But on back side stood: LUSYA SINITSYNA.

What a wonderful note! I have never received such wonderful notes in my life! Well, of course, a deuce is nothing! What are you talking about! I can easily fix the two!

I re-read it twenty times:

"Let's be friends with you..."

Well, of course! Of course, let's be friends! Let's be friends with you!! Please! I am very happy! I really love it when people want to be friends with me!

But who writes this? Some kind of YALO-KVO-KYL. Confused word. I wonder what it means? And why does this YALO-KVO-KYL want to be friends with me?.. Maybe I’m beautiful after all?

I looked at the desk. There was nothing beautiful.

He probably wanted to be friends with me because I'm good. So, am I bad, or what? Of course it's good! After all, with bad person no one wants to be friends!

To celebrate, I nudged Lyuska with my elbow:

Lucy, but one person wants to be friends with me!

Who? - Lyuska asked immediately.

I don't know. The writing here is somehow unclear.

Show me, I'll figure it out.

Honestly, won't you tell anyone?

Honestly!

Lyuska read the note and pursed her lips:

Some fool wrote it! I couldn't say my real name.

Or maybe he's shy?

I looked around the whole class. Who could have written the note? Well, who?.. It would be nice if Kolya Lykov! He is the smartest in our class. Everyone wants to be his friend. But I have so many C’s! No, he probably won't.

Or maybe Yurka Seliverstov wrote this?.. No, he and I are already friends. He would send me a note out of the blue!

During recess I went out into the corridor. I stood by the window and began to wait. It would be nice if this YALO-KVO-KYL made friends with me right now!

Pavlik Ivanov came out of the class and immediately walked towards me.

So, that means Pavlik wrote this? Only this was not enough!

Pavlik ran up to me and said:

Sinitsyna, give me ten kopecks.

I gave him ten kopecks so that he would get rid of it as soon as possible. Pavlik immediately ran to the buffet, and I stayed by the window. But no one else came.

Suddenly Burakov began walking past me. It seemed to me that he was looking at me strangely. He stopped nearby and began to look out the window. So, that means Burakov wrote the note?! Then I'd better leave right away. I can't stand this Burakov!

The weather is terrible,” Burakov said.

I didn't have time to leave.

“Yes, the weather is bad,” I said.

The weather couldn’t be worse,” said Burakov.

Terrible weather,” I said.

Then Burakov took an apple out of his pocket and bit off half with a crunch.

Burakov, let me take a bite,” I couldn’t resist.

“But it’s bitter,” Burakov said and walked down the corridor.

No, he didn't write the note. And thank God! You won’t find another greedy person like him in the whole world!

I looked after him contemptuously and went to class. I walked in and was stunned. On the board it was written in huge letters:

SECRET!!! YALO-KVO-KYL+SINITSYNA=LOVE!!! NOT A WORD TO ANYONE!

Lyuska was whispering with the girls in the corner. When I walked in, they all stared at me and started giggling.

I grabbed a rag and rushed to wipe the board. Then Pavlik Ivanov jumped up to me and whispered in my ear:

I wrote you a note.

You're lying, not you!

Then Pavlik laughed like a fool and yelled at the whole class:

Oh, it's hilarious! Why be friends with you?! All covered in freckles, like a cuttlefish! Stupid tit!

And then, before I had time to look back, Yurka Seliverstov jumped up to him and hit this idiot right in the head with a wet rag. Pavlik howled:

Ah well! I'll tell everyone! I’ll tell everyone, everyone, everyone about her, how she receives notes! And I’ll tell everyone about you! It was you who sent her the note! - And he ran out of the class with a stupid cry: - Yalo-kvo-kyl! Yalo-quo-kyl!

The lessons are over. Nobody ever approached me. Everyone quickly collected their textbooks, and the classroom was empty. Kolya Lykov and I were left alone. Kolya still couldn’t tie his shoelace.

The door creaked. Yurka Seliverstov stuck his head into the classroom, looked at me, then at Kolya and, without saying anything, left.

But what if? What if Kolya wrote this after all? Is it really Kolya? What happiness if Kolya! My throat immediately went dry.

If, please tell me,” I barely squeezed out, “it’s not you, by chance...

I didn’t finish because I suddenly saw Kolya’s ears and neck turn red.

Oh you! - Kolya said without looking at me. - I thought you... And you...

Kolya! - I screamed. - Well, I...

You’re a chatterbox, that’s who,” said Kolya. -Your tongue is like a broom. And I don't want to be friends with you anymore. What else was missing!

Kolya finally managed to pull the lace, stood up and left the classroom. And I sat down in my place.

I'm not going anywhere. It's raining so badly outside the window. And my fate is so bad, so bad that it can’t get any worse! I'll sit here until nightfall. And I will sit at night. Alone in a dark classroom, alone in the whole dark school. That's what I need.

Aunt Nyura came in with a bucket.

“Go home, honey,” said Aunt Nyura. - Mom was tired of waiting at home.

No one was waiting for me at home, Aunt Nyura,” I said and trudged out of class.

My bad fate! Lyuska is no longer my friend. Vera Evstigneevna gave me a bad grade. Kolya Lykov... I didn’t even want to remember about Kolya Lykov.

I slowly put on my coat in the locker room and, barely dragging my feet, went out into the street...

It was wonderful, the best spring rain in the world!

Funny, wet passers-by were running down the street with their collars raised!

A cloudy spring morning looked through her window. She loved such days in the spring since childhood. She liked this gray light and small drops of rain flowing down the glass. She thought she needed to get up, but she didn’t feel like it. The only thing that made her happy today was the weather. I wanted to eat, but a bunch of mice hung themselves in the refrigerator, and there was only one mug of coffee left. She could live without food, but not without coffee, because she had been drinking it for ten years. After lying there for another ten minutes, the girl got up, stretched and stood in front of the mirror, looking at herself critically. Thin, pale, with an unknown color of hair matted in tow. I’ve had enough, Dasha thought, that was the girl’s name, I don’t want to lie around anymore and suffer from the fact that Dimka left me and I lost my job. He lives and does not suffer, and at work in the cafe they have already forgotten about her. We need to start everything from scratch, especially since today is Monday, and as you know, that’s where we start new life. A slight smile touched her face and Dasha was transformed, because by nature she was good, and with a smile and in this form she didn’t look so bad. First of all, she went to the kitchen and turned on the kettle, poured coffee into a mug, and went to look for her phone to call her mother, from whom she had been hiding for two weeks, or rather simply did not answer calls, since her mother lived in another city. And this apartment where she now lived was inherited from her grandmother, the mother of her father, with whom her mother did not live when Daria was ten years old. But Dasha maintained a relationship with her father, although she did not always understand him. After talking with her mother, she drank coffee and smoked a cigarette. She had been struggling with cigarettes for a long time, but when you are nervous and always smoke a lot, it becomes easier. Well, now it’s better, you can go to the shower.

A beautiful girl in a green cloak came out of the entrance with a red umbrella. It was Dasha, who was so transformed in just an hour. She walked without knowing where, she simply walked where her feet took her. The rain was now not just drizzling, but began to pour like buckets. And the girl went into the first store she came across, she didn’t even look at the sign, but the sign said “Flowers from Dasha.” There was a pleasant smell of flowers in the room, and a rather handsome guy stood behind the counter, arranging a bouquet, and even when the girl came in he didn’t raise his head, he was so carried away. And then Dasha noticed an advertisement hanging near the counter that a salesperson was needed for the flower shop “Flowers from Dasha”. This was her chance, she didn’t come here for nothing. -Hello! - she greeted the guy - I’m in the advertisement, I hope that the seller’s place is not yet taken. The guy smiled and put the bouquet aside. - No, the place is free, and I’m just helping my sister until she finds a seller, but I think I’ve already found one. I'll call her now. Five minutes later the guy came out with beautiful woman about thirty years old. She unashamedly looked Dasha from head to toe and smiled. - Well, what shall we try? What is your name? - Daria. – the girl answered with a little hesitation. -Very nice, my name is Dasha too. Go behind the counter and collect a bouquet, for example, for a girl like you. Dasha timidly walked behind the counter, hesitating a little, took off her cloak and walked up to the vases of flowers. -So, what kind of flowers would I like to see? Roses? No, it's banal. Chrysanthemums won't work either. And her gaze fell on the cosmos, although she was surprised, it seemed that these flowers were not sold in stores. The hostess caught her surprised look. – Yes, they are rarely sold in stores, but I have them, it’s just that my grandfather always planted these flowers, and I have loved them since childhood. Grandfather has been gone for a long time and in memory of him I have them on sale in the spring and summer. And you know, they buy them, they are not as banal as, for example, roses or lilies. Dasha herself loved these flowers and therefore took them. Then she went to the rolls with wrappers for bouquets, stood for a minute and cut off a piece from the transparent, pale blue wrapper. Cosmos always look good on a blue background. She wrapped the flowers and added three tiny butterflies, one on the flowers and two on the wrapper, then stood for a minute and sprinkled the flowers with a liquid that, when solidified, imitated drops of dew, or, well, morning rain. - All is ready! This is the kind of bouquet I would like to receive. The hostess took it in her hands, turned it over and put it in a glass vase that stood on the counter. - Congratulations! You are accepted from today to work. I would also make a bouquet similar to this. Now let's go have some coffee. Stas, organize it! In the meantime, let's take a look at the assortment.

Daria had been working at the Flowers from Dasha store for a week. She had no great desire to go to her previous job, but she was flying here. She liked the owner, with whom she had a lot in common, and her brother Stas, who seemed to have his eye on her. Every day, the three of them, after the store closed, sat for a long time at the table in Dasha’s office and drank coffee, talking about everything in the world. They learned a lot about each other, but the most interesting was yet to come. It turns out that Dasha also grew up without a father, she was raised by her stepfather, Stas’s father. She had never seen her father in person, but just recently she found a photo of a guy in a dashingly wrapped blue beret with her mother, and Elena Sergeevna admitted that this was her father. - Oh, Dashka, let me show him to you, whether I look like him or not. And when the card ended up in the girl’s hands, she almost choked on her eclair; her father, only still very young, was looking at her from the photo. - Dasha, what is your middle name? I still don’t know. – The same as yours, Sergeevna. – Daria Sergeevna, I don’t know whether you’ll be happy or not, but in the photo it’s my father. I just don’t understand, why is your last name different? The woman was silent for a minute, and then with tears in her voice she said, “So that’s the name of Stas’s father.” Dasha, we are sisters! I always dreamed of a younger sister, but I never thought that her name would be like mine. And the new sisters hugged, and Stas sat with his mouth open. Then they all went home together to Dasha and Stas. From the beginning, their mother was shocked when she found out about everything, and then she began the story. “Sergei and I have been friends since school, then he was drafted into the army. And exactly a month later I found out that I was pregnant. Until four months I hid my situation, and then my stomach became visible and my mother, having learned about this, took me to the village to my grandparents, so that no one would know anything, with her upbringing it was a shame. My mother was angry with me and therefore wrote to Sergei in the army that I had found someone else and would soon get married. I was then afraid of my domineering mother and therefore obeyed her in everything, only I refused to give the child to another family. I couldn’t give my little blood to complete strangers. So we lived with Dashka in the village until my mother died, and then my grandfather died, and we didn’t get along with my grandmother. And we moved back to the city. And then I met Stasik’s father. This is the story, so Sergei doesn’t even know about Daria’s existence.

A week later, two Daria and Stas, who no longer hid his feelings for Dasha Jr., went to the girls’ father. When the father listened to their story, a stingy man’s tear rolled down his cheek, and then he said, “I’m glad that after so many years I found such a wonderful daughter, and Dasha a sister.”

Already on way back, sitting in a half-empty train car, when the eldest Dasha fell asleep, Stas took the situation into his own hands. – Daria Sergeevna, I always wanted a wonderful girl like my sister and I found her. And Dasha, without saying anything, put her head on his shoulder and smiled with a smile that she had never smiled, because she had never felt as good with anyone as she did with him.

And outside the window it was cloudy and drops were dripping from the glass. Today she woke up with good mood, because it was raining, because her loved ones and relatives, her husband and their little son, were snoring nearby. She took the phone and dialed the number - Hello, little sister! Come to us today, let's celebrate the anniversary of our reunion...

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