Rustle of times

Is the load of old things good or bad? Probably bad when they gravitate, and well, when they cause bright memories. But often things become superfluous, and they are turned into garbage. Sometimes they bring to the museum. Sometimes these are real masterpieces. Sometimes one masterpiece hides another. Oksana Mamlina - about the "time machine" in a new essay about the museum of local lore.

Touch the daughter of Marshal Malinovsky. Even the edge of her dress. She is a thin person, in lush skirts, in straps. Look under the lapel of Kosygin’s jacket, touch his boot, touch the beads on the theatrical handbag of the wife of Marshal Pokryshkin, run with the groom to the end of the world in a way of pity with a aunt by a wedding dress from linen towels, change filde -pepper stockings on fildekos, wear pantalones made of natural openwork, make kerosene, eat from kerosene. The Porcelain Suditsa of the Red Army, sign orders about searches and arrests for the harsh green cloth of the table, sew on the old foot machine "Zinger", not to take books online, but from thethe. This is a dream ... Ancient, centuries -old, Sumburny. As a dream of a rider and his horse, buried together. This may be beyond reality, and it can be in the museum. According to the director of the Novosibirsk Regional Museum of Local Lore, Andrei Shapovalov, one of the employees, the shaman from Buryatia said that she needs to go through the cleansing rite, since it lies a huge load of old things. The shaman did not know about her museum activities.

Is the load of old things good or bad? Probably bad when they gravitate, and well, when they cause bright memories. But often things are simply not needed, real rarity, letters, photographs fly into garbage. Sometimes they are brought to the museum. Sometimes these are real masterpieces. Sometimes one masterpiece hides another. According to Tatyana Romantseva, an employee of the staff of the clothing storage department, they somehow brought them an old leather sofa. They lifted the casing, and there the springs are laid by the perfectly preserved German veil of the beginning of the last century. The caskets may have a double bottom, bonds are found in the old can of tea.

Things are a secret that we often do not see! Over time, the need for one or another is lost, their meaning is lost, but value increases, as, for example, in a small glass glass, the purpose of which is to contain liquid glue for brands scrolled by a special tiny roller. Or in fly agaric in the form of a wide flask with a funnel instead of the bottom. And flies were caught in this insanely simple invention.

A girl with a beautiful name Lera puts on snow -white gloves and takes out ceramic and crystal “treasures”. Lera can tell endlessly (maybe this is a dressed muse? Although, why is dressed up?) The first meeting of Lera and “Houses on Krasnoy” took place in a deep childhood, at the exhibition, where stuffed glass products were exhibited. Little Lera Druzhinina remembered the three horses with a slender rider - the finest work of the master ... And when she came to work at the Museum of the Guardian, she recognized this work in her repository. The museum does not attract random people, he chooses his own, some since childhood. Maybe when I ran from the nature department in red sandals, he also chose me? I remembered the red shoes. On the stairs, a little dusty, deserted, and a plastic horse wrapped in a rag looks out the window. In the afternoon, she is a manual for demonstrating ancients and saddles ... And at night, perhaps she lives her own life. Like all of us and in general everything in this world. At night, the museum is placed on the alarm, and who knows what is happening in the desert halls ...

Restorers also have dust! Clean, grind, glue, solder, sew the spring sun from large windows. I am a little afraid of them ... It seems that people are busy with some mysterious and very important thing, and I'm here with my camera. And the table of the beginning of the last century. And basin of the seventeenth century. And Vladimir Kochmar, to whom the pelvis set the puzzle, is called "collect me." How to fold individual shards, conditionally belonging to one pot? Olga Svechnikova knows. With me, a pile of fragments turns into a completely acceptable pottery vessel. And it is not at all clear that he was broken, maybe the pressure of the soil, and maybe some ancient woman in a rush of passion grabbed him against the wall (launched it into her husband, as an option).

Women are what is invariable, invariably, initially and endlessly! And they wear bright, and even Nganasan overalls from deer leather are decorated with embroidered pouches, copper rings and plates to ring when walking! Katya Grigoryeva just such a suit, slightly smoked from time to time. Yes, and in the yurt of the Nganasans, probably smoke slightly! Behind plastic glasses, the textured Vladilen Tregubov is hidden, the dust of centuries cleanses from the old table. It strokes him, blowing off the brushes and sorcerers. There is a handsome table washed, combed, shining with a brand new odorous surface. He healed with a new life, breathed ...

In general, the museum unites amazingly distant things. From different countries, of various purposes and meaning, from different eras. The time machine, of course. It exists, yes. She has already been invented, for a long time. The first Romans, who for some reason decided that objects need to be stored, read books, people and their stories to value. Great thing Memory! A concept that is not amenable to qualifications. While the memory is alive, a person is alive. The chip removed from the table exposes his memory, the pot remembers himself, the scarf - the radiance of his flowers in the spring wind, the mirrors - the faces that were reflected in them. The museum caretaker did not tell me to look into the mirrors ... Probably, in order not to wake up in vain a time machine that wakes up only into the clock assigned to her. Do not look. Do not boil. I'm leaving quietly. To the creak of the museum door. Probably a draft.

Oksana Mamlin