This song was written in our House of Creativity, Maleevka, where both Ostrovsky and I lived at that time. All sunny, radiant, no matter how funny, this song was created at a time when Ostrovsky was recovering from a serious illness, and in the coming days I was facing a complex operation. I must say that while working on it and writing it alone, we tried many different musical and poetic options, which sometimes were already completely ready-made songs. But all these remain options...
This song sounded when I went to B.V. Petrovsky’s clinic for surgery. And it was sad and funny: in difficult moments for me, sisters and patients ran to me and asked for the words of this song.
The song caused the same reaction as the first one. Again questions - why they were written, please introduce us to our heroes. And again there are strong demands for the continuation of our history.
It seemed to us that there was, in fact, nothing to continue. But the flow of letters was too great. The result was something completely new; never before in history have there been such songs with a continuation. This time the girls were especially active. It would seem that it was said so highly and warmly about them, but they were offended: “He sings about his love, but she doesn’t have the right to vote?”
We wanted to write a girlish response to the first two songs. I wanted to, but I was very afraid - even in novels it usually happens that the first book is successful, the second is read out of love for the first, and the third doesn’t fit into anything at all... Often something like this happens with movies . There is even such a saying: the first series is first grade, the second series is second grade, the third series...
And yet we had to write a third song. It was featured on Good Morning in March 1963. performed by Maya Kristalinskaya.

You looked at me, you looked for me everywhere I used to run keeping your views from everyone And now you're not there, for some reason you're not there I want you to be to look at me the same way I'm walking without you along a familiar street I'm not in a hurry with you, not with you, but with Natasha at the cinema And the windows of a quiet house send you greetings Yes, even old people, that they are still knocking on dominoes In the yard they play the same record until dark You said you'd come at least for the evening you will come back here I don’t need the evening, the evening is as small as a grain of sand I will wait for you, only you come forever. And outside the window it’s raining, then snowing, And it's time to sleep, and I can't fall asleep Still the same yard, still the same laughter And only you are missing a little

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“There was even a minute when we wrote a fourth song. It was a song-letter from a distant land, a letter from a young man becoming an adult. This song was played on the radio once and also caused letters and requests to repeat it. But Ostrovsky and I quietly took it away she was near the radio and shoved back into the desk.
Why? The reason was this. It turned out that Ostrovsky and I interpret it completely differently. It seemed to him that one verse in the song was unnecessary. And I thought that this verse was the most important. This means that something has not yet worked out. I cannot say that it is worse than the first three, but if we doubt it, then it remains to be seen whether it has the right to exist."

It seems that Lev Ivanovich is not entirely sincere here. There was a song, sung by Joseph Kobzon and not only on the radio. And what does it matter that the authors “interpreted it differently”, since it was already in a finished version and, indeed, “no worse than the first three”? In addition, the songs were not in themselves, but components of the narrative, and the three-year period taken from the chronicle of the relationships of the heroes destroyed the harmony and simplicity of the cycle’s presentation.
A recording of this song was found and listeners can judge its quality and relevance for the cycle:

“This song, apparently, surprised many and caused a wide variety of letters. Some simply asked to repeat it, others were indignant at how dare she not wait for him. Some wrote that exactly the same thing happened to them and therefore they are doubly grateful to us. But everyone demanded the girl’s answer, the end of the story, everyone wanted to know where she was, what happened to her, why she didn’t wait.
Arkady Ilyich Ostrovsky and I thought for a very long time about the last song of our cycle. And I even already wrote the words in which the girl said goodbye to her childhood love, although she said that she would forever be a saint for her:

 It happened in the rain, it happened in the snow
 I met you, my first person.
 But the hour has come for such love,
 Don’t call back childhood that has fallen silent.

 But this turned out to be untrue. Most of our listeners correctly felt that we wanted to “write love, but showed love.”
 And the last song, of course, did not become a farewell song. Nor did it become a banal, bourgeois ending. The girl really left, “like the guy,” but “everything came true and didn’t come true.”
 So unexpectedly for us, this suite, or poem of five songs, turned out.

Childhood has gone into the distance. I feel a little sorry for my childhood. I remember the beating of hearts, And the courage of the eyes, and the timidity of the hands... And everything came true And it didn't come true And there is no happiness And happiness awaits If only you knew How hard it is to wait. You wouldn't waste a day Got me back, got me back Listen to the sound of footsteps There's a knock on the door, Meet my voice - I'm in a hurry to see you, I'm in a hurry to go home. And everything came true And it didn't come true A wreath of doubts and hopes intertwined. And there is no happiness And happiness awaits At our old, our small gates.

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(Arkady Ostrovsky - Lev Oshanin)

And in our yard there is a girl alone,
She is inconspicuous among her noisy friends.
None of the guys notice her...

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I look after her:
There's nothing in it
And I keep looking
I can't take my eyes off...

I have a friend, I’ve known him since childhood -
But I keep quiet about her even with my best friend.
For some reason I remain silent even with my best friend.

Chorus

I'm not afraid, guys, neither night nor day,
No cool fists, no water, no fire,
And with her, it’s as if they suddenly replace me.

Chorus

Here again in the evening I stand at the gate,
She walks past from the bakery with a bag...
I stand and remain silent, and the offense takes over.

Chorus

Or in the morning she knocks her heels -
Having forgotten about everything, I watch from the window
And I don’t know why I need it so much.

Chorus

The texts of folk songs, ancient romances and works by authors of the Soviet period of Russian history are borrowed from publicly available (open) sources and presented on the website “Retroportal.ru” for the purpose of familiarization and popularization of the creative heritage. The reliability of the texts is confirmed by their comparison with songbooks and poetry collections published in print.

A poem in songs codenamed “Yard Cycle”. Songs by Arkady Ostrovsky to the words of Lev Oshanin:
1. “And in our yard.” April 1962
2. “And again in the yard.” November 1962
3. “I’ll wait for you.” The third song in the cycle. March 1963
4. “Here is this yard again.” The fourth song in the cycle. March 1963
5. “Childhood has gone into the distance.” Fifth song of the cycle. September 1966
6. “Trusting Song.” Sixth song of the cycle. 1967

ArtistAlexey Zaitsev

Artist Savelenko Alexander. Dance of light in a Rostov courtyard

And in our yard there is a girl alone,
She is inconspicuous among her noisy friends.
None of the guys notice her.
I have a friend, I have known him since childhood,
But I keep quiet about her even with my best friend.
For some reason I remain silent even with my best friend.

I'm not afraid, guys, neither night nor day,
No cool fists, no water, no fire.
And with her, it’s as if they’re suddenly replacing me.
Here again in the evening I stand at the gate,
She walks past from the bakery with a bun...
I stand and remain silent, and the offense takes over.

Or in the morning she knocks her heels -
Having forgotten about everything, I watch from the window.
And I don’t know why I need it so much.

Chorus:
I look after her - there is nothing in her.
And I keep looking, I can’t take my eyes off...
The first song of the cycle. “And in our yard.” April 1962. Song by Arkady Ostrovsky to the words of Lev Oshanin.
Listen to the performance of Joseph Kobzon http://video.yandex.ua/users/4611686020295962119/view/59717420/

Artist Kurseev Vyacheslav Anatolyevich

Don't be sad, maybe we'll meet again, -
I won't run away from you anywhere.
No matter how many months I stay on the road,
And I’ll come back here at least for the evening

And again in the yard
The record sings to us
And say goodbye to you
It still doesn't work.

Don't take your hand away please...
No matter how fate turns out for us, -
Tomorrow forget me, tell your mom
And kiss goodbye at least once.

In shoes with studs, in a thin sweater,
Stupid, one thing always torments you -
Lest your friends see you
Yes, the old men who knock on dominoes.

Don't hide your lips and don't look around.
Whatever you want, I like it
Remember apartment one hundred twenty-nine,
Your light is on the sixth floor.

And again in the yard
The record sings to us
And say goodbye to you
It still doesn't work.
Second song of the cycle. November 1962. "And again in the yard."

Listen to the performance of Joseph Kobzon http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aV3a0rakyek

You looked at me
You looked for me everywhere.
I used to run
Keeping your views from everyone.
And now you're gone
For some reason you're not here.
I want you to be
To look at me the same way.

I'm going without you
A familiar lane
I'm not in a hurry with you,
Not with you, but with Natasha in the cinema. And they send you hello
Windows of a quiet house
Yes, even old people,
That they are still knocking on dominoes.

It's dark in the yard
They play the same record.
You said you'd come
Come back here at least for the evening.
I don't need the evening
The evening is as small as a grain of sand.
I will wait for you,
Only you come forever.

And outside the window it’s raining, then snowing,
And it’s time to sleep, and I can’t fall asleep.
Still the same yard, still the same laughter,
And only you are missing a little.

The third song in the cycle. March 1963.
Listen to the performance of Maya Kristalinskaya http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aRB8IjFU0WI

Artist Kurseev

Here is this yard again,
My good old home.
I've been happy ever since
I haven't been there for three years.
On a nice floor
Squares of fire...
Now they are already
They don't burn for me.

Everything is suddenly different here -
And other rain, and snow.
Another record sound
Another girl laughs...
They've been knocking for a long time
Other heels
And only for dominoes
Still the same old people.

This is my lane -
But there are no answering eyes:
I returned home
But you didn’t wait.
At these gates
I guarded your steps...
Where will he flash now?
Your thin sweater?
The fourth song in the cycle. September 1966.

Listening to Joseph Kobzon perform http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4uqdH2CkdcoArtist E. Gavlin

Artist A. Stetsenko. Odessa courtyard
Childhood has gone into the distance.
I feel a little sorry for my childhood.
I remember the beating of hearts,
And the courage of the eyes, and the timidity of the hands...

And everything came true
And it didn't come true

And there is no happiness
And happiness awaits
At our old, our small gates.

If only you knew
How hard it is to wait.
You wouldn't waste a day
Got me back, got me back

Listen to the sound of footsteps
There's a knock on the door,
Meet my voice -
I'm in a hurry to see you, I'm in a hurry to go home.

And everything came true
And it didn't come true
A wreath of doubts and hopes intertwined.
And there is no happiness
And happiness awaits
At our old, our little gates
The fifth song in the cycle “Childhood Has Gone Far Away.”

Listen to the performance of M. Kristalinskaya http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZreAVW8KLGk

Artists Evgeny and Oksana Osipova
Again, again, again,
In a dream, in delirium, in drunkenness
Let me repeat
That I love you.
Chorus:
Do not trust anyone,
That the stars will fall asleep
That love will fall asleep
Listen, don't trust anyone.
I command everyone around
And the birds and the bumblebee
Call you about
That I love you.
Chorus.
Spring thunder is ringing,
A quiet house was left behind,
Make way for the ship
Since I love you.
Chorus.
The sixth song of the cycle. "Trusting Song" 1967 Sings M. Kristalinskaya

A. Ostrovsky - L. Oshanin

And in our yard
There is one girl
Among noisy friends
She's inconspicuous
None of the guys
She is inconspicuous.

I look after her -
There's nothing in it
And I keep looking -
I don't look away.

I have a friend
I've known him since childhood,
But I'm silent about her
Even with your best friend.
For some reason I'm silent
Even with your best friend.

I look after her -
There's nothing in it
And I keep looking -
I don't look away.

I'm not afraid of guys
And neither night nor day,
No cool fists
No water, no fire,
And with her it’s as if suddenly
They are replacing me.

I look after her -
There's nothing in it
And I keep looking -
I don't look away.

Here we go again in the evening
I'm standing at the gate
She walks past from the bakery with a bun.
I stand and watch
And it takes offense.

I look after her -
There's nothing in it
And I keep looking -
I don't look away.

Or knocks in the morning
She wears heels
Having forgotten about everything,
I'm watching from the window.
And I don't know why
I need her so much.

I look after her -
There's nothing in it
And I keep looking -
I don't look away.
And I keep looking -
I don't look away.
And I keep looking -
I can't take my eyes off...

And in our yard
There is one girl
Among noisy friends
She's inconspicuous
None of the guys
She is inconspicuous.
I look after her -
There's nothing in it
And I keep looking -
I don't look away.
I have a friend
I've known him since childhood,
But I'm silent about her
Even with your best friend.
For some reason I'm silent
Even with your best friend.
I look after her -
There's nothing in it
And I keep looking -
I don't look away.
I'm not afraid of guys
And neither night nor day,
No cool fists
No water, no fire,
And with her it’s as if suddenly
They are replacing me.
I look after her -
There's nothing in it
And I keep looking -
I don't look away.
Here we go again in the evening
I'm standing at the gate
She walks past from the bakery with a bun.
I stand and watch
And it takes offense.
I look after her -
There's nothing in it
And I keep looking -
I don't look away.
Or knocks in the morning
She wears heels
Having forgotten about everything,
I'm watching from the window.
And I don't know why
I need her so much.
I look after her -
There's nothing in it
And I keep looking -
I don't look away.
And I keep looking -
I don't look away.
And I keep looking -
I don't look away.

Translation of the lyrics of the song Joseph Kobzon - I look after her, there is nothing in her

And we have in the yard
Have a little girl one,
Among noisy friends
Little her,
None of the guys
The little her.
I look after her -
There,
And I look -
Eyes not taken.
Friend me
I"m with him since childhood, familiar,
But I am silent
Even with the best friend.
Why is silent
Even with the best friend.
I look after her -
There,
And I look -
Eyes not taken.
I"m not afraid of guys
And no night, no day,
Any cool fists,
No water, no fire,
It"s like suddenly
A substitute for me.
I look after her -
There,
And I look -
Eyes not taken.
Here again in the evening
I"m standing at the gate,
She past the bakery with a loaf goes.
I stand and gaze
And takes offense.
I look after her -
There,
And I look -
Eyes not taken.
Or in the morning knocks
Heels she
Forgetting about everything,
I watch from a window.
And I don't know why
I she so desired.
I look after her -
There,
And I look -
Eyes not taken.
And I look -
Eyes not taken.
And I look -
Eyes not taken.