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The russian lullaby; All that was will now be...
Topic Started: Aug 13 2010, 11:59 PM (288 Views)
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A small child in a wagon only a bag full of dreams to his name rides into town. The lush green fields dart the country side as his short legs kick along watching the ground move underneat him. His soft green eyes full of excitement at the possiblities he could bring to this small town. The town she wasn't much a bakery here a tailor shop over younder nothing that fasinating but hey it was home.

"I shall walk from here." The young boy smiled to the driver who returned the smile.

A small nod of his head and off his old wagon creeped down the road as the boy picked up his sack and headed for the square. There wasn't much to see in a small town like this but that was about to change, carefully he unwrapped the bag and he pulled free a violin. It's wood chipped and unpolished it's strings to long and in need of trim but the boy needed nothing more but his bow which he pulled from the bag as is almost folded it's self as it fell to the ground below his feet.

"Come everyone come I have words to share!" He called out but no one listened.

After all a small boy in the middle of the square who would take the time to listen? The boy shrugged softly he won't let a simple thing as no one listening stop him so he took his violin and began to tune it. Oh the noise it made like a poor cat getting it's tail cut off it mad people angry at the little boy but soon enough he had the right notes. A small smile came to his face and he played off a few danty notes the angry crowd seemed please the noise had stopped and some left but one of them an old man stayed as the few notes slowly began to become soft and sweet melody. It began slowly a few long notes streached out then began to pick up speed. The old man clapped his hands to the beat as it slowly began to speed up the soft notes becoming braver and full of a strange kind of brilliance. Several minutes past and the soft tink tink tink of a tambaring played by a little girl soon entered the fray more people began to stand and watch laughing and the display before them but the mocking quickly turned into awe as the boy speed up unleashing a whole new tempo the old mand and the girl caught up with. Soon afterwards a man with a pickle barrle with thin fabric stretched tight added a thump thump thump to the beat. A gyspy began to dance and men from the local pup soon joined the song with no name was quickly becoming something wonderful amost magical the water's of the nearby fountain seemed to think so anyone watching them could almost see the droplets dancing. The breeze in the trees blowed them gently to the beat of the song nature it's self was singing along. The butcher came out of his shop wondering where his young wife had gone there she was next to the boy playing a flute.

"Well I'm not going to stand for this!" He grumpled and threw his apron to the ground.

A short while later he emerged with a tuba and joined his wife she giggled as he added a much needed deep tone to the wonderful song.
Edited by Anthony, Aug 14 2010, 12:20 AM.
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The baker arrived next with loaves of fresh bread he set up a small stand in the middle of the town and they sold like hot cakes as people have began to dance and sing with the song soon more shop keepers gettng the same idea added to the square it was turning into a festival the first one this town had ever seen. In the center the boy now on a small platform played faster the soft song was now a fiery jig the town's woman still in the work dresses danced before the growing symphony adding elegance to event. young suitors arrived and took hold of the girls dancing the dance of love many girls would find husbands this day a grand tradition was born and it was all thanks to the little boy. After awhile he stopped playing he nodded his head with a smile on his face.
"My message is has been sent and everyone has heard it my work here is done." He giggled
and prepared to play the final part of the song.
Rising up heigh for all to hear he played loudly and proud the villagers cheered. What a clever boy they would say what wonderful talent he has. These words are what drived him on playing harder and faster then anyone thought possible. It then was time he decided it was time to end his masterpiece a danty little tune that began as a lullaby sung to him by his mother at night. the violin began to slow as the did the band and the ending of the song was one everyone knew and the ground joined into an almost chant as they sang the last few reverent strings of the tune. But as the boy prepared to play the final string a burst of fire and a crack of lightly bursts through the air and the villagers turned around. It was the czar's militia what where they doing out here?
"What is going on here? We have had reports of rioting in the streets go on speak who has caused all this madness!?" The captain barked at the frightend masses.
The crowd parted ways as the little boy walked forward to the captain.
"I am sir I am the one that started all this." the boy announced the captain had his solders put their weapons away.
"You a small child? perposturous no child could cause all this to come to pass." the captain laughed then the old man stepped forward.
"tis true it be this lad played that violin and the whole town came out to play.
The captain snatched the violin from the boy and looked it over a large whole was in the base of the violin.
"What from this busted old piece of scrap indeed now then I want who caused all this." He scoffed tossing the violin behind him as the little boy feel to the ground out cold.
the old man checked him over
"Dear gods he's been shot!" He said quite alarmed gasp fell over the crowd and the captain's eyes darted back to the now dying child.
"Who did this!? Come out now or you will be hanged!" He barked and he heard heavy breathing behind him.
A young solder his muskeet in his arms shaking looked up at his captain.
"I did sir it was me." He croaked and dropped the musket.
The captain gasped in fear.
"The warning shot..." He realized the shot the solder had fired to stopped the festival it had gone through the violin and into the boy this was on his hands he had ordered that shot to be fired.
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the captain lifted the small boy up into his arms and looked him over.
"this I can't... what have I done? I killed a child I'm a monster." He cried onto the child while he hadn't killed him it was his order and there for his blame. The clouds began to roll over head and it rained down hard as the man held the child crying in the streets his solders leaving him to grieve. All night long it rained the day after that it rained every day with no end in sight when winter came it snowed. It snowed and snowed and never let up all winter long the first snow fall they had ever seen. The snow never stopped save for one day the day the child fell in the streets the day Russia came together and sang their national athem or all as the people of what used to be the villiage the child died in. The russian lullaby...
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I really really liked your story. I can critique it if you'd like, but I liked what I read so far.
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