Dance of life

Ivan Kozlov went to a small village in the south of the Perm Territory, whose inhabitants decided to hold concerts on their own to save sick children

Rose

In the village of Enapaeva, 800 people live, most of which Tatars. It is comfortable here. Cows roam through the streets, and in front of the administration building on the pillar hangs a Red. In the courtyards, it is clean and tidied on, on the facade of every second house - carved platbands. The only thing that looks repulsive here is the streets. The fact that they are a dirty mess, the gas workers who recently paved pipes in the vicinity are to blame.

But I will find out a little later. And now I am standing in raw clay in the middle of the main street (Sovetskaya, of course), and I have a panic. I need to call Rosa Tavapova, my operator here, as it turned out, does not catch, and there is not a soul on the street for half an hour.

- Ivan? - Oklik me at the moment when I already decide to go from home to house and beg the phone.

I turn around and find out the rose.

- And I immediately called me two people to report your arrival. I went to look for you, ”she says.

Enapaevo is a rather well -groomed village, except for the roads broken by gas workers : Ivan Kozlov

It turns out that they saw me out the windows and immediately guessed why and to whom I came to. Not surprising: everyone knows Rosa Tavapov here-because it was because of her and her son in the village a tradition of amateur charitable concerts was revived.

Rosa was born in these parts, studied in Chelyabinsk, lived in Krasnoufimsk, but in 1989 she married a local resident and returned to Enapaevo for good. Until 2000, she worked as an accountant in the administration, and then left work - her son was born.

Vadim

Vadim was born seven months and developed with a delay. At one and a half, he somehow began to walk, but then he fell from the stilts and completely stopped getting to his feet and sit down as it should-he only lay or sat on his knees.

“I took him to the surgeons-I was worried, maybe something with the spine after the fall. But they did not even inspect and check it: “This is a dsopshnik,” they say, “what do you want?” ”By the age of six, we found a normal bone right that diagnosed Vadik with a shift in three vertebrae. He corrected them, and at the age of six the child took the first steps.

But the joints were atrophied about the fulfillment to stand on its feet, until the speech was about Vadim. Rose turned to social protection, and there they were given the only free ticket - for the course of apitherapy in Perm. The ticket was lucky - the treatment with bees gave a visible result in a week. In 2010, the family repeated this course of treatment at his own expense - then Vadim finally began to pronounce the first words. But after that, the luck ended - the next ticket, proposed by Rose and her son, brought some troubles. They were sent to a sanatorium near Perm, to some poorly heated complex, from which children were taken to procedures in a cold bus. Vadim caught a cold and again stopped getting to his feet. Then the story was completely repeated - in 2013 there was again a course of apitherapy with good results, and two years later the disease again - this time an Angina, which entailed the strongest saving. Then there was a dislocation of the hip joint. This fall, Vadim was operated on, but due to the saving, the bone head had to be filled out, and one leg became shorter than the other. After surgery, the boy was hypnched for several weeks for several weeks.

This is how we developed joints: my son roars, the grandson pulls me from him and roars, I reassure them and roar herself

“After removing the gypsum, his legs did not really bend and did not extend,” Rosa recalls. - And so we developed joints: my son roars, the grandson pulls me from him and roars, I calm them down and roar. And before that, we did not sleep really five months - he could not lie in the gypsum for more than half an hour in one position, tired. Now, finally, I can give him all my strength. Before that, I unofficially worked as an accountant on a collective farm - there was no one besides me. But the collective farm is still falling apart, I'm getting ready to take things. ”

Now Rosa with his family - his son, daughter, son -in -law and grandson - lives in the center of the village, in a strange two -story house. Strange, because he does not look residential. Once this house was a school canteen, and then stood abandoned, until a few years ago the Talapov family bought it and began to repair it. So far, only a few rooms have been restored so far, in which everyone lives together and take care of Vadim. But home rehabilitation cannot continue for a long time. Thinking about what to do next, Rosa stopped at a specialized medical center in Chelyabinsk. But for the trip and the course itself needs money - more than 160 thousand rubles.

Left: Rosa and Vadim Tavapovs
Right: Rosa Tavapova, director of the club Lyalya Tasimova, Aslim Galieva, Rita Barkhattinova, Naib Shamsutdinova, Farida Nasipova, Laysan Yagafarova photo: Ivan Kozlov

Just at the moment when the family was thinking about where to get so much money, the editor -in -chief of the district newspaper “Forward” came to visit them and proposed to publish a call for fundraising. The story of charitable concerts began with this. First, a small concert was held in a neighboring village - they raised several thousand rubles and sent money to Rose. And then the inhabitants of Enapaev themselves remembered their tradition - to arrange amateur evenings on the anniversary of the village.

The first two such evenings took place in 1996 and in 2006. And in 2016, the Enapaevites consulted and decided to hold a whole series of concerts-one of each of the eight streets. In February and March, Sovetskaya streets and machine operators were already reported. After these two experiments, it was decided to collect money not only for the rose and her son - funds from the April concert to which I arrived, will go to rehabilitation of a local girl named Karina who transferred cancer. And the Molodezhnaya street will be responsible for today's program - the smallest and youngest street in Enapaev, on which there are only 11 houses.

Youth and its inhabitants

Upon learning from the rose about my arrival, the director of the rural club Lyalya Tasimov (this she came up with a concert tradition) volunteered to ride on Enapaev and introduce everyone. First of all, we go to the house on youth, where the last preparations for the holiday are now being held.

In the house we are met by five women and a homemade foam horse. Women are busy sewing evening suits, the horse is intriguing in the corner.

“Basically, I do everything here,” a funny woman of middle -aged in a spectacular blue dress tells me. This is Farida Nasipov, the deputy director of the school for educational work and the organizer of everything in the world. - In the evening I will tell you about everything that is happening here in the verse. True, he will be in Tatar, but everything is clear there. I write the script, but everyone helps me. We have costumes from the Yagafarov family. The Galiev family will dance, the Nasipovs sing. We have four pensioners on the street - I, Naiba, Rita, Aslim. Who is not here-everyone works with a rotational basis, there is no work in the village. In general, we live well - soon there will be gas, there is water, good roads.

With the word “road”, all women and Farida itself explode laughter, because the roads are very bad. And all the gas workers!

- Our street is mostly dancing. Every day rehearsals are already used to it. At eight o’clock we gather and rehearse up to eleven.

“And when the concert passes, we don’t know what we will do,” Rita laughs. - Probably, we will go to rehearsals of Zarechnaya Street.

Mosque - the only cult structure in the village of Photo: Ivan Kozlov

Women finished with costumes, and on this occasion, span, casserole, pancake cake and tea appear on the table.

“Imagine,” says Naiba, pointing to Farida, “she is busy with us, and she works at school, leads the farm, holds three cows.” And all alone-the husband also goes to shifts.

“I'm not complaining,” Farida smiles. - I will sing about this today, immediately after the presentation.

It turns out that there will be a presentation at the concert. The only local graduate of the Perm Institute of Culture, pensioner Ravil Nasipov for each street prepared a presentation with a story about those who have already passed away.

“We have five of such,” Continues Farida. - All young were, everyone left early. I’ll sing a song after the presentation, but I won’t watch it, there is my sister and nephew. Recently there was an anniversary. We left overnight, with a difference of ten days. But I hold on. I calm down what is always in business.

Always in the case - it is softly said. Farida, according to her, almost does not sleep - is looking for ideas for different events on the Internet. Shortly before my arrival, she with schoolchildren spent a “grace porridge”, a holiday associated with the holiday of Spring Navruz, on the eve of which children walk around the village, collect products for treating rooks and sing folk songs. And then Farida is scheduled for three months in advance: after the concert there will be a celebration of Victory Day, then exams in Russian in children, then a meeting of graduates, then regional sabantuy ... The only thing that does not please her in all this violent activity is constant reporting.

- Maybe on a glass? - suddenly offers Farida. - Here, at least because I have a grandson on the way

- I only do not submit the morgue. This, pah-pah-pah, the only organization that is not interested in me and the school. The prosecutor's office infuriates! And other organizations that are a bunch. Thank God that we have no dysfunctional families, because the school and the public work well. And then you have to report on why they are not.

Having dealt with tea, we go to a neighboring house - there is a computer with the connection to the network, and women rehearse the sketch, which was peeped on the Internet. Gopnik, grandmother and policeman appear in the sketch, but the essence of the conflict is not clear, because everything is in Tatar.

“It's good that there is the Internet,” says Naiba. -I came up with something myself, but I found something good.

- Maybe on a glass? - suddenly offers Farid. - Here, at least for the fact that I have a grandson on the way .

“And I have five grandchildren already,” Rita said proudly.

Indeed, why not drink.

Karina

All this happens four hours before the start of the concert. It is scheduled for seven in the evening, but people begin to gather an hour earlier - from the windows of the rose house you can see how they flock from all over the villages. Last time, the assembly hall of the school, designed for 170 seats, was scored to capacity, and today, apparently, there will be no less spectators. And the point is not that people have nothing to do - for example, when a singer from Kazan came with tours, twenty people gathered to listen to him.

The entrance costs symbolic fifty rubles. We come to the hall ten minutes before the start, but there are no more free places, people gradually fill the passages. Everyone is noisily and excitedly talking-here, according to the law of the genre, to bring some funny dialogue, but again the language barrier does not allow. Near -shaped, shabby dog ​​is spinning underfoot - of course, they drive it for the Promise, but they will give a concert to watch. I get next to the girl with glasses and a beautiful white dress, she plays with a dog and slows it down, but she sees me and is embarrassed.

left: the hall of the local club (he is also the assembly hall of the school) barely accommodates all the spectators
Right: Karina undergoes complex rehabilitation, but finds the strength to perform at a concert photo: Ivan Kozlov

Starting the concert, the leading (this is Farida, of course) rolls the streets, and their inhabitants take turns jumping from their places and wave their hands, like children in the matinee. Lastly, the host calls youth. The curtain opens, and the street, on which in eleven houses live only fifty people, rolls an incredible concert two and a half hours long. Probably twenty numbers in it - folk dances, modern dances, oriental dances, African dances, cowboy dancing inside the foam horse for the song “Rafig Nafig”, vocal rooms, playing button accordions, reading poems and choral singing. There is even a comedic scene (the same, with a cop and a grandmother) and a plastic improvisation with a duvetail.

Closer to the finale, a girl comes out onto the stage in a dress, next to which we stood before. She performs the only number in Russian - she sings a song about her mother. It turns out that this is Karina, who is collecting money today. After that, her mother Rimma appears on the stage: she tells the story of her daughter.

Five years ago, Karina discovered the sarcoma of the urethra. The disease managed to win, but made themselves the consequences of treatment. Due to chemotherapy, vision in an eight-year-old girl fell to "-5", and radiation therapy burned the internal organs that now stick together. The restoration, according to the forecasts of doctors, at best will last several years, and the girl has already been removed from disability, because a five -year term has passed by law.

Residents of Molodezhnaya Street in dresses, stitched specifically for the concert photo: Ivan Kozlov

Already after, in a personal conversation, Rimma tells that she cannot get a job now - there is no work. And if it were, then Karina, due to weakened immunity, is still too often sick-you need to constantly be with her.

Right on the stage, Rimm is transferred money that was collected for tickets. She tries to thank, but begins to cry .

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After the concert, Rosa and I return to their home: like a former school dining room, he stands exactly opposite the school.

- It's good that they made this horse from the foam. Previously, when someone was required for someone for the concert, everyone ran to us and took a mop to jump on it, and then the mop was lost, ”the rose laughs.

- And what, the horse will come in handy?

-Well, in the summer, when we celebrate 450 years to the village, a large gala concert will take place-they will show all the best numbers.

For some reason, I have no doubt that the number with a foam horse will enter this gala concert. So, it will be necessary to go to Enapaevo again - in the summer.