Podushka & Rurik
Podushka
Hey Rurik, I was thinking about how old lullabies can slip away into silence and I wonder if there are songs that have been forgotten but still linger in quiet corners. Have you ever found a forgotten lullaby or a quiet tune that feels like a hidden story?
Rurik
Yeah, I once found an old lullaby tucked into a cracked book in a forgotten attic. It was written in a thin, faded ink and had no title—just the notes and a tiny, wavy line of words that felt like a secret. I played it on my guitar and the melody hummed like a memory of a child’s breath, almost as if the song itself was still waiting for someone to listen. It’s the kind of quiet corner that holds more stories than we think.
Podushka
That sounds like a gentle discovery, like finding a small hidden garden in a forgotten attic, and I can almost feel the quiet hush of the notes as they settle into the air, a quiet story waiting to be breathed back into life.
Rurik
I’d breathe it back out, one note at a time, and let the hush spread like a warm breath through a winter window. That’s the secret of every lost lullaby—one small song can warm the whole forgotten attic.
Podushka
That image warms my heart, like watching the first light drift through a frosted window and touch every forgotten corner with quiet hope. I’d love to hear that melody, Rurik, as it gently unfolds in the quiet air.