photograph by Victoria Kharitonenko
group poem by three Azbuka Academy students
I remember the world of joy and happiness in my childhood when I played in the sand with my friends.
I remember the white, puffy bunnies.
I remember my grandma babysitting me.
I remember my grandma who talks with a powerful, squeaky voice.
I remember the really cold winters with lots of snow and the frozen snowman right in front of my house.
I remember the first small white house we had.
I remember my town, full of rumors and truth.
I remember my dog barking with a strong, deep and scary voice.
I remember the soft noise of leaves, wind and river in a forest.
I remember teachers making us memorize few-pages-long poems and telling them in front of class.
I remember staying up until morning and getting my homework done.
I remember the first day I came to this school in 2008.
I remember my teacher who acted like an army sargeant.
I remember freezing to death last year in this school.
I remember the headaches in school from last year.
I remembermy old, boring and noisy school.
I remember things that I now think of as legends.
I remember the beautiful concert in which I played the big, black, grand piano.
I remember having trouble memorizing this poem!