DADANE
Rozpovid
Vіn іshov, spootikayuchisya and no one cares about dovkol.
The red sun rose over the distant fox, swept freely, reluctantly, fell on the farm with slanting exchanges. Nezabarno tsі promenі vpryamlyatsya, і then on zmіnu rankovіy cold all at once fell mercilessly linden speka, osatanila without planks.
Vіn just thinking about the speck, and yogo forehead, shii blew great specks of sweat, vіn importantly zіthnuv, the wind of the forehead was all the way down. So, for the time being, nothing, - a weak wind is slowly angering the pet and troch to cool your head.
The saw road dragged along the outskirts of the farm, between the hilly towns and the field, - the ore is the bristle of the high stubble, the dumb green of the seaweed, is crushed by the pagons of the young weed. The electric train hummed far away.
Vіn ishov to work, de not bov chotiri, nі, here, five days. It was tedious in the soul, in the middle everything was trembling to dribbling, inexhaustible tremties, the head was nibi in a stingy, drawn-out dream, it was impossible to wriggle out of someone. Her head was not sick, no, she was just not in a bad state of illness at once. The shkira on the chests, backs, legs sometimes baked, sometimes they rubbed with mustard, sometimes it froze, sometimes ice was applied to it. The legs went well, on their own, they went sonorous, trampled for three rocks, on the road, scarlet body, hands, head - stink, mute empty appendages to the knees, were at once unknown to anything, and I was afraid that I might be more dead.
"Ale de zhyati? .." - a sticky, dreary thought chimed, and the head, reasserting itself, stubbornly hit forward.
Already nothing could be taken, everything was over, and one thing was left: endure, vibrating the disgusting, sleepy fear that lifted me with my shoulder blades.
Chotiri days (chi p'yat?) brought him earnings. Vіn good memory all day long, checking on a new yak sacredly. Todі vіn not zbiravsya ni, zovsіm not zbiravsya, more having given his word. It’s just that Anfiska’s happy ship came up — until the end of the month she became crazy crazy and hated him fiercely — she was tired of the empty stomach in the intestines and the long time needed to survive on bread for water. I win having given my word. This time. Hocha ... Let's sweat this goat - uncle Roar! Gad! And like wine, you can get tired in the evening - there’s no varto on your feet! - and lies like a stump! - go to work? Agee is older. Ulamav, you bastard! Let's go and go. Usyogo one by one. I did not have a viconrobe. Hocha, yakby and bov on the mist? All the same, they would flow in ...
The shulka sharply, painfully, smoky, her legs were suddenly weakened, they became soft. I wanted a system. Vіn zupinivsya and for a long time listening to the pain in the stomach. It's wonderful to hurt... wet, but you don't want to die, and you live tight, like a drum. What can be there?
Having persuaded chi only by uttering? Persuaded, maybe. Well, we rolled a dance of wine, then one at a time. Gurkit pishov before my time, having bought a dance - for the evening, and wine, Semko Dadane, was gone.
Z kramnitsі ishov navantazheniya dances - Ledve doper.
It’s true, I bought smoked horse mackerel, about ten pieces for the house. There was nothing more worthwhile in the store ...
The towns were skinned. Vіn obіyshov kutovy budinok, stretching out along the long street from the grassy road and two rows of poplars in the middle. Smoked smoke with white flames. Now the sun was shining behind me - my back was no longer cold. I immediately breathed spicy.
Anfiska was terribly hurt. Vaughn is not a fool herself ... She boiled potatoes for the young - did you take some? Maybe, I dug up in the city. How is it possible to know what the suripts have? They planted Aje. Kazav is not required, only make people laugh. Eh!.. Everything is unacceptable...
Vіn spitting, climbed a cigarette in the gut. There were no cigarettes, and I spit again.
Bitch Anfiska! Why did you call from her? For six years older and butt the woman bula, like a woman, otherwise it’s just one word ... It’s good, as long as you don’t induce a raid on the intestines. You don’t want to practice, check what wine you bring. Itself to the store to live, it is good for everything. Well, it’s right to start a mess! And then?.. I boy її. Himself - as if to spit, and to marvel - kill if you want! Bandyuga growth! Are the sounds taken like that?
I don't remember the days of wine. The stench passed through a succulent gray veil, blackeningly failed sleep, short awakenings with Anfiskins in the store, sacks of stinking wine, with a boy, who is chewing on a bill filled with dances and cans, a brood table.
I axis mustache. Pennies, and with them everything else was spent. Skinned in the wake of a hangover, it was necessary to strike yoga in the forehead, it hurts to know in one's own strength to rise.
Let's see who came from work, but I don't remember who. Todi youmu didn’t need Bulo. Help on the robot. It happened so many times. Maybe, navit potai vіd vikonroba pour a hundred grams. Do not drink on the robot yourself, but, marveling at the new one, sleep. And I’m going to give you dirt ... True, to start laughing - so it’s always bulo, but they’ll give it. Tsei, gurkit, rigor, svolota, nibi drank more than once. And Pavlo Anisimovich, that cunning one, he himself is pitifully spitting, and if not, then I’m neighing like horses. Be patient. Vіn zavzhdi be patient. Pennies axis just do not stare. A gift. Vіn bі vіddav...
Three hundred meters before the reign of the Kolgospa, I turned back to the warehouse. Bіlya shop empty, on the doors bound by the hall a great castle.
“And not long ago there were a lot of people here,” he thought summarily. - If the earnings ... "
Through the park vin viishov near the field, yogo edge becoming to make your way to the high parkan buddvor.
Why is Vin so unhappy? 3 children. Rozkidala yoga sіm'yu, the father does not know. The first sightings of children: children's houses in a small Siberian town. I remember well the old two-top wake, I will fence off with a deaf board next to it, the back door, the fox behind it. Lis buv entrusted, varto is less likely to throw a doshka in parkanі. The smell of freshly sawn firewood in the wooden shed smelled like a fox. Vіn zavzhdi vvazhav, scho was born there. There, they riveted a nickname to you, no matter what. Chi won in the new tak and bula? Maybe, htos smiyavsya? Mustaches ask: what is the name, the nationality of the yak? What do you know? Black hair, hair, anthracite eyes, and in the documents: Russian. "Wonderful! - keep repeating. - Russian, and with such a nickname!" Win loudly angry and mumbling.
"Anthracite eyes", who said so? Hello, Matveevno. Nanny. There, at the Dietbudin. I loved yoga more than anything. Won bula youmu for matir. How many times will it be rocky? She died, maybe, already ... Yearbook, axis, gave. For memory. Everything that has lost something. Vіn vityag gut year, vіdkriv kryshku. A simple yearbook for a lancet. W painted on the dial with the sea, with a vitriol and a seagull.
Like having drunk wine at the Don farm, like zіyshovsya with Anfіska - a straw widow with a hut on the edge of the farm, - I remember the wine weakly.
Hands are the axis of new gold. They were golden. The stench and stormed. Mustache through them. "Simka to sprout, Semka zomіє like a need," - chuv vіn stіyno and quickly sound to tsgogo. The mustache praised Yogo the robot and wept bitterly. Skoda pennies, and yoma ashamed to take them.
I don't know how I became a carpenter. Having been born, maybe, im. Marveling at the work of others, remembering, then kushtuvav and left. Coming soon. To love the wine was a matter of course, but without a kohanny, it seems, there is nothing to go out. The new one had what you want: and furniture be-like, and carpentry is carved. Looks like that darma...
Stink the axis rigorously, they would try it like that, like wine. Yogo i vikonrob tsіnuє. Know yoga work. And tsey, gurkit, - only gurkoti. Like an empty wind...
I felt tired in my stomach. My head was spinning, my heart was beating intermittently. In front of my eyes, instead of colorful flies, like specks scurried around without interruption. Vіn knowing what kind of tension he was, for which he was given to you a skin crotch, and to that he was snarling, and surrounded by a thick fog of fear. He listened to the vlasnyh vіdchuttіv and vіdchuvav, like trembling legs, like little cold speckles of sweat on the coats, whiskers, sideburns.
“Nothing,” thinking with a weak anger, “Abi everything went fine, abi didn’t bend at once ... Abi got off all good. Remaining time. I will bring them. Don't think about what I am... I'll take it in my hands, stink more... Turn it like that... I don't know how to be healthy... I'll throw Anfiska to the bіsa! I live myself. Vaughn, bitch, shtovhaє ... "
Yogo's thoughts strayed, the winds were weak, but the hopes were not relieved.
Vin lifted his head. Far ahead, by the door of the carpentry shop, two people and one woman figure could be seen. Here you go, marveled at the new one. "They've locked it up already! .." - Syomka thought angrily and lowered his head again.
- Look, marvel, Natakha: Nenedashka smells of work! - uncle Roar made up. - Ledve warm! Having squandered everything now!
“Now it won’t be,” Pavlo Anisimovich said.
- So. Wherever there!
- There won't be a whole month ... - Pavlo Anisimovich slyly laughed and pishov at the master.
Natalya, a pretty woman of thirty years, muttered.
— Semyon, do you have conscience? - Putting a viconrobe, beat the power supply.
Semka murmured loudly, hearing only the nervous beat of his heart.
- You know, go to the office, tell me what I've done to you like a robot. The viconrob's voice became dry and harsh. - Worry me! If you want, let me babysit you.
- I won't do it again, Mikhail Ivanovich, trust me. Everything, zavyazav. I swear - rise!
- What is the rest?
“By whatever you want, believe me.”
— No, Semyon, I can’t.
- Well, sho me, navkolіshki fall, chi scho? Ivanovich, you know, I have nowhere to go. What do I now call pid parkan? - Youmu felt bad for himself, tears welled up in his eyes, speaking vin viscously and whiningly. - Well, trust Ivanovich. I'm practicing, I'm practicing, like I did...
Vіn has been nasal for a long time, wrinkling his nose, spodіvayuchis on the nature of the viconroba, - Vіn knowing him well and dragging out the hour, checking, until he passed the sleep of the cloud.
- Well, garazd, - having said to the viconrob, - we can’t do parkan. Go Semyon. Ale zadovbaty sobі: tse true rise. No fools! Repeat, don’t ask for more, I’ll see it again. You know me...
Semyon left the office, quietly closing the door and no longer remembering the remaining words of the viconrobe. Unacceptable, but inevitably the procedure ended.
The day was important and unskinned. The pain in the middle did not stop, in the head it was spinning, so that the wine could not stare at the disk, which turned around, they drank circular. Yogo's gaze, falling at the dark kut of the maisterna, and even wine bachiv, as if it were possible to break in there, is similar to a tangled ball of snakes, Yogo snarled stingily, no zhah, and wine tried not to marvel more in the darkness. Vіn zmіschuvav vіki, vіtirayuchi nіt z chola, and in front of the eyes, in the yogo inflamed brain, not ceasingly, madly spun like a red-green fire of a colo, there was strength from them fight. It was necessary to practice, and I tried to practice, observing that the winding of a small plank became unbearably important, and my arms and legs were weak and unsettled.
Vіn knowing, so there will be three-chotiri days, and terrible nights between them you won’t be able to sleep, there will only be a short nap, which is torn by parts of the cowards of the head - dumb htos yogo roughly shtovhav, - the dream disappearing completely, the drowsiness then turned right and not good Che. Knowing wine, in three days your lips will crackle, and your throat will become short in the form of uninterrupted and non-gammon sprague, in the form of boiling water in the stomach, a stone will appear. Vіn postіyno think, de b hangover, i, if you don’t give in, then on the fourth day, navіvshi empty dances, yogo beatime chills and wivertatime vіd ogidi.
Fear for qі three days more and more upset Yogo. A dull, intrusive thought now bored into his head: "... Everything, abi, everything went fine ... abi carried over ... I can't smell it ..."
Vіn chuv richly opovіdan about those who are dying of a hangover, and now they hate vin and everything: for yourself, you don’t understand anything about the peasants at the maisterna, farm bastards, at whose house you should always have a burner and stench don’t get sick , idiotic work from that who was on the nerves, who spit tyrsus versta. Yogo was savaged by the calm physiognomy of Pavel Anisimovich, the rocky bass of Roar and the headless whining of the brigadier. I gnashed my teeth, noisily saw the patience and patience. Tolerant, how to endure the doctor's dabbing at an ailing tooth. Vіn hated by everyone and for everything, building at qі hvilini.
Knowing wine, you will be better in the evening, if you are deprived of evening-to-night because of your hangovers and if you don’t want to call Anfisk with him. I was afraid of this anniversary of the wines to the point of rage, I guess, everything would be good, so that the zestrichs would die with them ...
After a month, he calmed down, having forgotten himself, fears were seen in the past. Only tedious, visceral jokes of ways to get wet hung on the neck like a stone. Vіn is alive ochіkuvannyam shvidkogo, like grimne, like grіm, throw off this heavy camp, give yourself a thought of a man, like you can do everything you want. There will only be yoga bazhanya now ...
I make a grim grim! In a month I will renew my earnings. Evenings of wines, hitayuchis, homecoming, and from the yogo gut, from the belt of the pants, from the bosom, the metal heads of the dance of rye port wine shone with metal heads. Today we will be pleased with us and not afraid of anything ...
Three days later, the viconrob said to Grokhotov:
- To Pyotr Pilipovich, take it home, look up to Semyon, - everything is the same for you. Find out there, think you are going to work, why not?
In the evening, the roar quietly rolled Anfiskin's sadibi's sideways coat. It looked like this, people have not lived here for a long time. The great front garden with stunted trees is densely overgrown with spurs, spurs and flowerpots. A small adobe shed with vervanimi doors has not felt a chicken croak for a long time, it is small, sheathed in yalinka and if it was stuffed with blakit farboi, the hut was crooked in the mud yard.
Gurkit overturning the front garden, carefully tapping at the little end of the smoke slope. No one called. Vіn knocking again and pіshov at the hut.
The doors are not fixed. Gurkit uvіyshov at the blue, stepping through the kitchen at the single room.
A dark wooden stele hung low; Eyes shvidko zvikli to napіvtemyryavi, і Rumble rattled the Seeds: the one lying on the lizhku і khropіv. The bottom of the bare mattress in different sides washed the necks of sealed wine dances, but Syomka was afraid of parting from them to inspire more dreams.
Gurkit pidijshov closer. Simka didn’t break, and the croup didn’t see anything. Gurkit respectfully looked around for a long time. At the far end of the cove, they swayed Anfiska — she croaked on a throw-on padded rug, placing on Grohota the back of her back in gray-green pantaloons. They were white in the darkness with their legs spread wide. I hit, a thought sang behind my heart, a gurkit zlyakavsya її i vіdvernavsya.
"Frowning, what's up?" thought Vin, pushing Semka by the shoulder. The one did not break. Gurkit shook harder. Filming flickered, flattening his calamity eyes, looking at Grohot with such an empty look that he became uneasy - everything else in front of him was as dead as life. Without knowing it, I marveled at the thunder of the Roar, then rolled over on the beak, often snoring, with anguish.
Gurkit marveled anew at Anfiskin's white legs, then carefully removed a plate of port wine from the mattress, weepingly shove it under the specials.
Trying not to make noise, I got out of the house. He tucked his coat behind him, looked around wickedly, straightening the street like a jerk. “Eh? - Poshkoduv vіn, vіdіyshovshi meters on two sides. - A couple of treba Bulo prihopit! All the same, nothing to remember ... "
And for pіvroku Syomka a sign from the farm. After the devil's salary. At the farm, they talked about it for a short time. Htos kav, scho vіn throwing drink, and contagion - і Anfisku, schob new life who, having argued that Anfiska yogo drove away, to that, krіm p'yanki, he was no longer fit for anything, and who, having taken into account, that Anfiskin sin yogo dopik. The weather was cold, cold, the wood was hoarse on the hutіr ahead of the snow, and nothing was chirping to the tune, where it threw Semka of evil its share again, like, vtim, not knowing anything, the stars of the wines appeared. It’s just that the farmers of Movcha have respected: buv is a sign, and they’ve forgotten about the new one.
Only Natalya had doubts for a long time, guessing curly-haired Syomkin forelock. She hesitated and mumbled. It went out as if from the station, making a small white gurtok at the wandering mishani's stitches. She didn’t half-heartedly, she lifted, she wiped the bottom. The dial looks like an anniversary. With the painted sea, vitrilo and seagull.
Rostov-on-Don 1979
KRASIVNIK
Rozpovid
Ivan Nesterenko and Mikhailo Chepurniy climbed up to the snow, asked the brigadier for the cow kobila Mashka, harnessed the britzka to the britzka, threw three bears of garnish into it and demolished it in the cold. The road is not far, but not close to the sudidny farm, de Bouve Mlyn, ten kilometers away. Zagalom, є hour and podrіmati, і pokaliakati deshcho.
They moaned on their backs: they didn’t loose their ties, they took breath after the bears and the urging the lazy kobili. Then Ivan rozvyazav oklunok, distav zagorutu in ganchirka zhu.
- Do you want it? - having drunk wine with Mikhail.
- No, the woman caught up with the napkhati, better not sleep, grit, lower the misery.
- And my hoch bi hni! Oklunok took and die! By the way, it seems, shamash. And what, and true - at the way sho sho work? - Ivan winking at the chervonim, peeling off his nose, putting a radish under his brightening, and grunting. “Maybe, lard, the cebul’s axis is green, parsley?”
- No, I'm tired of parsley for ten years. Forward.
- Well, - Ivan did not believe it, - how is it?
- That one was given a ticket to the kolgospі sanatorium near Batum, mine was attached: go, go! Well, let's go. The sanatorium there is nothing, it is good; Likuvannya is what they call it. Well, I got such a life. The restaurant is not far from there, having forgotten the name, - not in our way, in Georgian ... B-but, scab! - having swallowed Mikhailo the kobila, - she began to call, listen! In Chomu, I think, give me a sobsant ascendant day (Ts in the sanatorium is such a day є is a rosovantavod, if they are, they are completely forgotten to the Obid, and about the third year of the day call without Pamokorok. Not). I know, I think, to wil, pennies me shkoduvati, chi scho?
- Well? .. - Ivan grunted.
- Zaishov. The restaurant is nothing - a garni, bells of shchikatureniya, and in the middle of the cobblestones on the wall hung, in the oven nibi ... Long rows of tables and - on the skin row guards with whisks and towels. There are not too many people, only Georgians sit in the same row, eat, drink. Menu - the book is so scary in restaurants ...
- What's scary about it? - Ivan interrupted. - Pictures, what?
- Yeah! Honor, honor, and s saves - unobtrusive. This is where the whale wept for pennies.
- So from the menu it’s opened up, and there, whatever your heart desires, everything is Georgian: kharcho, shashlik, khochambili, satsvili, I don’t remember anymore. Well, you don’t call us shashlik and grub, you don’t call us - we have whatever you want to stick to, but in another way, I think, even if I’m a crest, I’ll figure it out for a Georgian ...
— І ti all z'їv? - Ivan did not get involved.
- Sob mustache, don’t twist your belly, you need five more times. In the other, the call of the khvitsіant. Pidbig. I give you a prayer: kharcho, shashlik, khochambili, ask that, so that it’s chim. Spovnyay! "Shashlik needs a check" - grit. But I won’t hurry ... “Will you be green?” - Ask. Glancing - you rub your green teeth, but am I worse? "I will," I grumble. "How much?" And I know how fast it is - I don’t see the world?! "Pull a kilo!"
Vіn on me eyes vytrіshchiv, already vus roznulis, ale primovk, vtіk vtіk zamovlennya vykonuvati. What is it, I guess? What wine is so, green, what, not enough? I didn’t feel good about myself, but I don’t show it, I sit, I do. Wine me kharcho, khochambili dragged, a dance of wine, "Veziseb'yani", here, it is called cool such wine, it's not bad. First one grit: “Take it to yourself”, and the next one says: “Ni, movlyav, not for what ...”
— I what, z'їvshi?
- Umolov. Having finished my flask, I pour the next one to that chillant - on, moving, throw it. Shaking that head - you can’t, moving. And I to youmu: come on, come on, you won’t see any new drunk, move, move. With black eyes on both sides of the zirk-zirk, having saved the bottle, I didn’t hesitate, like that bottle is already on the table, standing dry, even if it’s floating in a new flood.
Well, and having become, I shove it in myself. I chew - nothing. You don’t understand the taste, maybe, gothel, that I’m all a hamuz, without parsing, but you can’t wait. Then it became more important, then I take a bunch and in a strong bag, in a strong bag - it’s easier for me ... I chew and chew my chew, and everyone marveled at me, chirped. I’m drinking a bowl of wine, prikinchuva bi, so, sing-songly, nothing would be zasik, but here ... Nothing, I don’t give up, even though I don’t lie in me, but I’m strong: come on, come on! I’ve already lost the axis of grass not so richly - like everyone else, - and now I’m calmly observing myself, and I’m looking around the hall like that, and one tovst uncle with a round cap on his head didn’t show off, shouting: “What a great fellow! All our man!” and send me a bowl of wine. Well, I’m making a dance of natomist, but I myself think that the hour has come and we’ll get to eat, otherwise it’s like hell in my mouth, but in my belly I don’t understand what: it’s nothing, but it’s not їv.
The axis of you and all the parsley, I can’t marvel at her at once.
The road went down, fell off, near the gully, and Masha trotted along with her puffin, hoarding the fountains of the saw with her hoards.
“Look,” Ivan sighed, howaying into the cage of the hedgehog, “she threw herself, what? She died herself!
- Look at Masha's check! That chaise is now a motor, and їy її trimati carried ...
“Listen, Mihailo, your teddy bear is open again, hoarse.
- Whoa! - Mikhaila pulled on his laces. - Axis, scab!
- That woman! So I tied up the bear, so I'll tie it up already, and I'll open it up again...
Mihayla was unkindly angry, tightening the bear with a hank, making himself up again. The early sun hung over the quiet saw of the road, threw scythes, more cold exchanges for tumbleweeds, ringing foxes, a mirror in the eyes of a distant, self-sustaining rate.
"B-but, dammit!" hitting Mikhail with a batog, and the britzka again stowed Mashka with the shackle of a beam.
- And why do they call you Handsome at the farm?
- Steshina robot! How they became friends, everyone is out: “Mine, my blush!” I in public, and at home. Well, they added balakala, podchepil - and they wrote with a podkovirka: Red is red! On the farm, let me break it! And I, you know, what a red! And nothing else, even if it was toko in the taldonil farm, otherwise it went to the region.
Once they went to kidnap shops with her, went to a department store, a woman: die a drop and die! I drop on my head, spinning in front of the mirror, take it and sleep: “Well, how?” And the one who gives drops - her muzzle is so round, impudent, on her head is a bunch of farbovanoy straw, її even naked on a dark street, once you sing, like you’re going to blow it, everything is written on that muzzle, shake your head, squeal: “Take, take ! More yak ide! You are straight red in it!
I touched Stesha, then we touched the ore, and such evil took me! Well, I think, in the region to know, to learn a freebie is prepared, but now do not give up in the region! My lips pinched, took on the dribbling tremties - the little ones come out with laughter, the axis-axis of the forging is vidkina. Well, I think we'll come home - I'll make you blush! Kapelyuh on the straw patli bumped and move... What's the hiccup?
- So I am. Drive, motherfucker, I want...
- Not leading?
- Ni. Thinking: that high sobi, not from evil. Toko, among others, covered the back of the head. So far no sound. And the woman is nothing in me, garna: and master, and everything that is required, once swayed at the fifty-eighth rose, and from her youth she was a reed. I myself, bach, I’ll pull at least forty sixths - where can I compete with her? Well, as if it were a woman, to love, shob, it means that all the pay I paid for a leather penny was called. What is a man without a stash? And where do you see the women shovaesh, like out and on the door, and in the hut you know the skin? So I came up with an axis: I had a cap, I’m old and old already - you’re bachiv, I went to work in it - I’m in that cap, in the lining, I’ve drilled a little dirochka, I’ve just climbed a chervonets with a little tube - well, that means I I’ll put a stash in that cap, I’ll come home, on the verandah I’ll put a cap in the bunker - bang! - she left me, moving, throwing a cloak over a worker's robe and pishov at the hut. A woman to make noise: I'm leaving my robe again! - the clothes are on the translation, the cap is with that foot, fly away, and I’m talking to the radio, in the supremacy of the city, that means, a stash! Forty years lived, but she kept shoving that cap with her feet, she barked at her. Other women are waving - they know the stash, and Stesha: I can’t do it!
And from that month on, I’m going to work, marvel, but there are no caps. I'm up to her: "Where is my head removed?" - What kind of ubir? - Ask. - "Robitnik!" - "Cap, what's up?" - "So!" - "So I її threw it into the rude, got me out, God forbid!" - “Burned?!” - I don't believe it. “Where did she go?” - Grit. And before that, I had changed that Skoda cap - I burned it with a stash, - I don’t want to cry, like Stirlitz, I can’t seem to show it.
I clenched my teeth - I shifted my spirit, and then I nourished: “How did you all know how to do it? - I grieve, but I myself try to have a stronger voice and become more firm to add, sob ringing, like a cat's checker in the mіtsnіy rutsі. - Why do I go to work? But will you punish the fox in front of all the people? ”, And there it is affectionately, like a gut, murkoche: “Mine, my redness, do not be angry. I bought a new truck for an axle. Look, it's nice. Toko you don’t throw її into the bin more. ”
I took that cap - a new one, already crunchy, like a squeak on my teeth - I fluffed the lining: nothing, I think, it’s appropriate - and to work ... Here, smoke ...
So I don't smoke.
- Nothing, strangers can.
- Come on then...
- And then it’s like a dumb lie, if you want to shoot out of harmonica with a rapt at me in a bik ka-ak sadan with your fist, shout a rather small loudspeaker: “Minya, overslept, the cows have already been driven!” I huddled together, glancing at the end: for sure, the cows had already passed, so I was standing on the street drinking. Nazdoganyati required, but yak? Yaks ganchirki got caught - I on myself, on the verandah of my feet in Steshin, I kicked sandals - and into the barn that cow went to the street. And there, vіrish, it’s not just women and peasants who saw off the thinness, the cows themselves made their mouths, to stand, to peel at me. What is it? I feel my pants fall, marveling at myself, and I’m wearing my T-shirt, those women’s pantaloons, wide, like a parachute. I’m running, pantaloons under the smell of squeezing, high peeling, I think I need less. Having overtaken the flock, even though the sandals are now golden, now they are picking up their heels, and having given my line to the shepherd, while the wine is tormented on me, like a bull. Why torment, I think, singsongly, even to the cows the sound, in a certain way, speaks ...
- And Stesha, what?
- Kada yak. Either laugh, nothing is cheerful, then you want to kill, you don’t understand, and that’s it. In addition to the leaf fall, we lay down the hut, early night, thresh behind the windows of the boards near the horses, and do not dream, even if it was good. I feel so dull, dejectedly. I feel, my Stesha dozed off. "Stesh, and Stesh" - grue. - "Che tobi", - grumbling awake. - "I want to go to the subway, my life is twisted." - So go, - don't want to wander around, want to lustle! - "It's dark and cold there, babble on the board, how can I crawl to you?" - "And you dress up ..." - "Reluctance." - "Tadi be patient." “Oh, I can’t stand it, I can’t!” - I'm stupid. - “Vіdchepis!” I marvel, I begin to crumble. - “Oh-oh! Oh-oh!" - I myself am trying to live, I can’t see anything else. - "Ta go ti!" - grit. - "Kudi?" - "Wherever you want!" - Is it all the same to you? - "All..."
Vaughn lighted up the light, babbled that I was furry, laughed: “Well, grit, bastard, having reached the handle!” Let’s be so sorry: “Mine, my dear, don’t you hurt?” - “Fool, - I cry, - we live for thirty years, but you can’t think of all the hot ones! ..” - “And you, burn sho ...”
- I've been messing with you, mabut ...
- Don't know. Never said anything about it. Beau such a vipadok: I got on a motorcycle. And everything turned out so badly: I, startled, I can’t stand these rumblers, but here I’m at the station, I’m fucking ponis, it’s shameful to say, for a dance. Kolya Kisliy boomed himself, then he poured me his drushpack - kick it and kick it! Well, I'm pissed off...
There, on the shop, there is a castle from the core of a chavun, which they knew near Azov, hanging, it can be seen a mile away, well, I turned back. Even thinking, do not believe the archivists: why is it necessary - at the station, the storeroom is started, we call it like we have at the farm!
Well, I push back, there is a decent hole in the middle of the road, I smashed the front wheel into that hole, the kermo moved, and I flew. I’m happy and I think: what kind of scab is it here right on the road? And it’s like in my soul, well, it’s unacceptable for us, you’ll check what you’re feeling like a vine. Here I wonder, a piece of straw lies, well, I spiked into that straw peak and spiking, already lifting the stubble on the stubble, giving hectares. Well, I think, I was lucky all the same - the world is not without good people: someone is squeezing the mogary by spending it, as if specially for me, and now I, yak-not-yak, but still crouching on the m'yak.
The muzzle, obviously, is all the same star, such a muzzle bula - zahitaetsya: all the fluff is red, even on the state military school they voted.
And around the farm, the ganchir'yany telephone, it’s clear, already drummed: “Stisha, Reddened to death ...” - and they came deshcho - p’yany, movlyav, buv, that Kolka’s cart had a wheel on one gaytsі gvinchene.
The car left, picked up, delivered home. Mine, yak patted, that one before me. “Mine,” shout, “my blush, don’t die, I’ll crush you whatever you want!” I’m in the hut of zaishov, stumbling, thumping lightly, pulling my legs, I’ll die like that at once. Vaughn - she’s crying for lotions, she sent someone for the hwelsheritsa, someone went far away. And she herself: "Minya, well, what do you want, what can I give you?" I'm lying, I want my muzzle and we'll burn with fire, but it's still acceptable, that they are driven in like that for you, and everything you want, you won't be attracted to you. Well, I guess: what do I want? Ask for a gram two, what's up? No, it’s not necessary, and I don’t know why: I grumble: “Kiss me, Stesha.” Won like a look at me, like a fright: Ti scho, thinking goodbye? - “Ta nі,” I grumble, “I’m just ...”
— And hvelsheritse, sho?
- Її, dyakuvati Godovі, there was no bulo in the farm, until the donka in the region she drank, that people were chosen, so why not be born without her. I’m good, otherwise I would paint the pike with greenery - she doesn’t have anything more, that biblical one would paint - mine would be tightly nailed to the big ones, but I don’t like to wallow. And so it’s less than two days of patience, even though Stesha looked like me on a crock, and everything is so affectionate, sincere, since then we became friends. I feel better, I feel - and їy tezh, straight heart one by one niє. However, how long can you lie, conscience requires a mother - it’s hard for a woman alone ...
The woons prayed. Mikhailo sipped his kobila, thicker for fear, lower for chewiness, thinking. Ivan took the dance from the water, putting it to his lips and gurgling with great sacks, then, without hurrying with the wind, stretching out the dance of Mikhailov.
- It will be spicy today ...
- Yes, fire already. Ti axis, Ivan, inconsolable, how long do you live on a farm?
— Ten years.
- Oh, you don’t know about our life for Steshem. And I think, no, we lived badly. The fourth half dozen were changed. Everything was booming: and dashing, and joy - we were smart to overcome. And the axis began to fall on the thought, hush in the head: God forbid, the first one will die, that and me Khan, there will be no day in me, no night - everything is empty ... me?.. I don't know...
- And the children?
- They have children themselves. I own life, my own stitches. Ale is still stretching, our growth is Stesh, go down! And for the Handsome I don’t ring її - nі, even if there are some rocky hoja with this vivisky. Hai pіdsmіhne, who wants to, but what about me? Maybe I'm really like that for her, maybe it looks like her heart... What are you angry about? .. B-but! Rodima!
Mikhaila took out packs of “Bilomorin”, letting out a thick stream of smoke, forgetting to invite Ivan, and locking for a long time, marveling over the heads of the kobils: what a million looking at a nearby farm, what a yoma swayed there, in front, it’s still far away, but it’s already clear. . .
Rostov-on-Don, 1980
"GLORY!.."
Rozpovid
Light bulbs screamed valleys, turned around with a seemingly unacceptable dry creak, in view of the coldness even more animals, emery lifted on the back, it was given, pererakhovuvav ribs. Zhenya gasped on her fingers, which did not bend, then, stretching her hand to Slavka, taking a look at the new black glass bag from the majestic box, putting on a black cartridge on the back side of the letter, screwing up her eyes, like a toothache, screwing the light bulb in and out at the finger to lips: dih, dih, dih...
Patrons tsikh bullo bezlіch - for the whole day of the factory office, the plywood was written in yard-long letters: "Long live 65 river of the Great Zhovtnya!" -I leather the letter-scrick vimagal, a dozen light bulb, and Viter here, on Dahu, Hortiv for the right power-yoma here is the rosolle, gasa mi slot, dwelling with wires, tights on the low struts-pipes, overwhelmed by the abbess of the lace of the specialty. the stench of the fool didn’t think to dress up more beautifully, and after the warm workshop, the beater attacked the daha negajno and zhorstko) and wife, wife kudish important, sir gloomy, dipping in them the top of the dovgo, ice crooked factory trumpet.
Seeing everything in Zhenya's soul, it became motorized, feeling squealed and unhappy - normal people have long been smashed with bugs and, as much as possible, they are already preparing for tomorrow's saint. Vin glancing wistfully at Slavka — looking sour, often wrinkling his black nose and more and more wrinkling his thin back, trying to catch it in the wind behind a cardboard box — without saying anything and turning back.
After insulting them, no matter what, Roman Vasilovich, the power engineer of the workshop, called to the office. The lads were already cheering, - for two months of their work in the workshop, they had never received such respect from the authorities, they knew only Semenich Hill from robots and quite reasonably understood that Roman Vasilovich was known to them so far away, rather on another planet. And here? And then they went, having left the unfinished electric motor, after some other day standing at the third station.
Without uttering a word, Roman Vasilyovich just wiped his nose with a great brilliance and a round fox on his head, saying in a hurry at the voice, at once throwing a paper to Zhenets:
- Os, Simakov, go to the warehouse, take away a box of light bulbs, then at the office, why did they sack great red letters there? So the axis, tomorrow is holy, - having said in a tone of marvelous that radio news, - and it is required, so that today's eve of the letters shone with all their fires. Fershtein?
— Ні, — I call Zhenya in Russian.
- What is it? - Roman Vasilyovich chimed in. - You scho, chew?
“That one is not needed,” Zhenya said gloomily.
- Todі, what "nі"?
- We can't reach us. Today is a short day, up to three must shout.
- Well, zdirnik! Well, poor soul!
“There’s a dark bulb there,” Slavko added insolently. - Why can't you zazdalegid?
- Here we already seem to be without philanthropists! You can't - you can! Well, you won’t catch up to three, don’t go to work on the ninth, I’ll give it to you. Ale, it’s all good stuff! Home?
- Can you send someone else? - having slept Zhenya.
- Who? All are busy. Don't Chervonenko help me! .. - Chervonenko is a hillock. Chervonenka is not possible on the dachas - the elephant has understood, yogo sings to all sorts of people, gatherings, conferences - to spread the word.
Zhenya took the invoice. - Garazd, - having said wine, trying not to waste goodness. Even if you need to be aware that they used to work with them against these robots, like a power engineer has hung on them, - here is thoroughness, and vidpovidalnist, that is not enough for a native workshop! Ale in the head already cleared up three days of sleep, and the mood was commendably moving.
It was only so bad there, at the workshop, but here, in the daha ... Here I caught the wine, that it was not without reason that I presented Vasilovich with a frown, and, moreover, maybe, with all sorts of glooms and glooms there, you can’t get through with stogons, bringing the peasant to his place. sit. Axis i appeared: who wins?
They arrived at the warehouse, and the commissaries, like a zavzhd, - bye-bye! Poki joked and checked - a year has passed. She appeared merry, with a red lance, but once she got to the bottom, there was no way in the waybill of any signature. I had a chance to fly to the office, shukati the director and the head engineer. Know the head. Having not hastened to read the morality to the seriousness of the entrusted, you should do it for a long time and suspected looking at the bill of lading, and the lads for the whole hour crossed from foot to foot and looked at the window, for which they had already started to gloom on a boring autumn day. Zreshtoy, zaplіv mezhiva signed. And I know no one at the warehouse. Started to get nervous. I was nervous about the first year, then unexpectedly joy appeared, the doors opened and the commissar of Christ appeared again, yak, appeared, didn’t go anywhere, but only suspected it closed, and it was even more similar, in її bі ndi i at a time xtos є sche . Vaughn accepted the bill of lading, like false pennies, like mercy, let in a box of light bulbs and the lads ran again through the factory door to the office. Zagalom, until that axis, until they pulled in an unhandled box for five thousand pieces at the dachas after the last gatherings, an hour, as it seems, a drain.
They rushed to turn, back to back, navit in a very soulful way, lit up a couple of light bulbs and shamed, - the end of the work until three years did not enter any of their interests: neither in them, nor in energy, nor more in the plant. Required over the evening, more precisely - between midnight and five years, if the whole team wanders around the places of their nightly living.
Ale was so unhappy. Trochs later, if they had already familiarized themselves with the cold wind, they realized the old age of the specials, they called it foolishness, they understood something. They understood and slowly began to psuvati. On myself, on the energy industry, on the weather and screeching light bulbs in the cartridges, on the long written. What did they guess, what did they lose? And if you're crazy, don't try better. Alas, everything was “sweet”, the stench was only prac- ticed farther away, more povilniche. I did not think about an hour.
Zhenya looked gloomily at the sky. Vono was instructed, yoga could be touched, that I didn’t want to crawl into yoga, I didn’t want to, I’d only guessed what tomorrow would be: board, could it be, snow? It’s too early for what fate ... Ale dosch, maybe, more beautiful ...
They didn’t suffer, but they tightened it up, even though they were already trochic and hot. There were no lights on the sign for the call. They trampled on white, rejoiced.
“Five more pieces are required,” Zhenya said.
-For some reason, there is no one else at the factory? - wrinkling his nose, sleeping Slavko.
-Maybe, uncle Jory has? - letting Slavko go. Uncle Zhora is a devilish electrician.
-That in the trunk I bachiv again lie here! Hi uncle Jora and lize!
They blamed on that.
They didn’t go down after the last gatherings, they evacuated one by one. Like frostbitten climbers. No, here, of course, the height is not the same, but everything is the same - the arms and legs do not bend, the fingers move to trim the rods of the descent, sin - you will not save the brush! Ale still reached hundred hundred prosperity.
Shvidko broke through the door - to the blue doors of the electrician's supply room. I titted their noses at the great barn castle.
- Well, pino! - Slavko furious. — De tsey tsap to roam?!
- You don't know what? - having slept Zhenya. - At home, zvichano! Vіn here, after winning the order of the hut from the factory, from and dangle the skin of the drawer.
- You know de? Let's go call.
-Without understanding. You will not search the leather apartment, will you? Silenced. Yes, you won't. If they wanted to understand, check on Uncle Zhora from the house, it’s still holy - it’s dead on the right. Come, well, what if? And the clothes were lost at the captain. The oak forest here is not the highest, the lower one is on the dahu.
They looked like they trampled on the white of the doors, starkly at the penetration of the body of water for the wind, and realized: there’s more to follow, all the factory buddies marveled at them at impregnable strongholds, darkened and deaf, and, don’t say it, check uncle Zh yell to bring.. .
“Don’t get sick yet,” Zhenya thought tediously, wandering to the dribbling tremblings. After poking around the empty factory yard and looking at the yogo, he stared at the vantage - she stood, dressed up to the saint, white with the lowered sides, and on the back of the yogo hung an unreasonable pyramid, created by the imagination of the party organizer and the hands of the factory teslyariv, - tomorrow, at the hour of the demonstration tsії, won it was the duty of the bula to show the place of the reach of their native enterprise for the remaining sixty-five years.
Zhenya blinked for a second.
- Let's go, - having said to the Slavs.
- Howdy? - do not understand that one.
- Well, if you like, I can't work harder. It's quieter there!
- De? - I’ll renew the style of the incomprehensibility of Slavka, but Zhenya already ran through the door to the vantage. Shvidko lifted the tailgate, kicked the rear of the car. Followed by Slavka Bay.
It's really quiet here. The sides with stripes may have reached the ground, the narrow slits were too tight for the wind, but the asphalt was blowing cold and Zhenya jumped back from the rear of the car, running troch around the yard, knowing the pattern of the doshka - witrati, mabut, vіd sporudzhennya piramide, - for additional ogoyu Slavki having put the car in, I got in again. They sat and, although they didn’t feel any special warmth, they began to come to you.
Well, young lads - less than sixteen years! - the ice came to its senses and at once three people, gi-gi ta ha-ha, - all voiced and recklessly. Zhenya guessed some kind of anecdote, agreed, as usual, - Slavko. Then Zhenya rose, like a hillock in earnings, while washing chocolate, they diluted lemonade with alcohol. Having knocked on the water, they gave you a bottle of Buratino, snatched lemonade, and peaked at a new bula - the men yelled! The hillock roamed on the back, sweating, littered with onions and calmed down, becoming pleased with it, - alcohol, even if it’s technical and fumes, but it’s mitzny, a bastard, and still it’s good. Let's all drink up, who brought the alcohol from the workshop? Need, maybe, at the new ...
Skilki spoke like that, did not remember. They lifted the board, they looked - the castle, like an overhead guard, without leaving the post. Darkness slowly began to creep up under the car, the slit under the side turned into a purple color and a leathery ink. And don’t have fun forcibly, don’t get pissed off in the regot, it’s still getting ugly on the soul, like-no-yak, and it’s already a legal free hour to rush. Slavko Bulo zaїknuvshis about tse, but here the stench smelled an angry voice to the very whirlwind:
- Anu vilaz, ... matir! Shvidko!
Silenced. What is it? At the lilac male's side, there were painted scarves of shoes that looked human.
- Look, you didn’t rinse the wuha? Willow, I tell you!
- We are good here! Zhenya said cheerfully, and the lads neighed again. The voice obviously did not fit uncle Zhora.
- I'll tell you the axis at once! You dance in me! Vilaz, I tell you, you'll be better! - the voice began to overwhelm again and the board began to choke so, instead of wanting to knock the lads out of the car.
Tse was already serious.
Reluctantly they lifted the tailgate with their foreheads, slowly vibrated the names and immediately smelled:
- Stop! Hands behind head! Chi do not break! - Zhenya is wise, like a kind of fluffy type, he presses yoga to the car, splashing on the intestines, belts, trousers of his pants. As if it was uplifted, I won’t tease Zhenya with a sly sensible mind: he’s scolding! Bil Slavka was pounded by a lesser type of civilian, and the trochs stood in the distance, a thin policeman and a watchman from the stray uncle Fedik.
- Stomp after me, - having so angrily washed away the busaty and stepping up to the office, the lads hesitantly demolished after him, followed by another civilized and policeman, uncle Fedya, who was silently moving at his inevitable ?!), trochs stooped, covered with crooked legs, tight-fitting narrow trousers - some tights, some sewn on breeches. He turned sharply around the doors of the office, turning around sharply, letting Zhenka and Slavka pass ahead of him, then the civilian and the policeman, and then blocking the way for Uncle Fedya, saying in a calm voice:
- To you, comrade ...
- Fedir Oleksiyovich! - hello uncle Fedko.
“So, so,” said Vusatiy discontentedly. - You are free.
- I tsia, .. I tsia ... - Uncle Fedya murmured hummingly, repeating ale, loudly:
- You are free, - having closed the doors behind him.
We climbed to another overhead. Vusatiy, from the bottom, being the chief, collapsed down the corridor in the manner of a master, vpvneno shtovhav closed the doors, quietly swearing at him, but he reached his own door, - the door to the head engineer’s office was opened.
- Come in! - having punished the wine and himself with the first, having raised the mustache of the lamp, siv for the secretary's desk, sharply shoving the typewriter in front of himself.
“Tsyogo,” pointing a finger at Slavka, “by the corridor!” Mammadov, on guard, not smirking, but you, - Zhenya, - sit down, write, - V_dkriv dermatin folder, removing the arkush paper, bag handle.
Mammadov slammed his broad shoulder on Slavka's shoulder, raising his yogo into the corridor. Zhenya, who is opposite a busty one, timidly took a paper and a pen.
— What to write? — stupidly asking wine.
— Everyone write, — weary of the Vusatiy.
- What's all?
- Don't fool around here! - skipiv vusatiy. “Attacking the wrong one, sensible?” Write that you have worked under the machine, prepared for the Christmas demonstration of workers.
“I didn’t shy away from anything,” Zhenya said without a turbo. Well, it's so clear!
- And zaliz pіd nі ї for the sake of laughter, huh? Laugh at the wheels? I choose this hour, closest to the night, if there is no one at the factory!
- I did not choose anything. The supply room is repaired, from the cold it will warm up.
- They prepared the oven for you! - Vusaty slyly laughed. - Pevzner, are you running such machines, with rudeness on the cardan shafts? - having drunk the wine of another hromadyansky. - No, yes? And the axis for them, bach, was prepared.
- There is no rudeness there! It's just quiet there! - Zivuvavsya Zhenya ironically with a big mustache. - We turned the bulbs on daha, went to the workshop, and uncle Zhora curled up. And we froze, from i hid in the wind. What else? - Zhenya did not hesitate at the mindful simplicity and empty formality of his opinions. Well, to make a fool of yourself, to make a mess of the trochs, maybe they snarl for fidelity and let it go. It’s not easy to seriously wonder what the stench was doing there? No, you can't.
- But did you want to twist something? - Znenatska continued vusaty.
- New? Zhenya doesn't understand.
- What's up? Well, let's say that the car broke off with a rapt just in front of the podium. You say: stop standing, the column is stuck, the demonstration is to hell, everyone is running, getting nervous, and the fortune tellers are already transmitting their voices: such a place has a zirvana political zahid. Chi wrong? - Vusatius cunningly put an eye on the ore. And Zhenya’s eyes are already hardened, muttering to the very heart. And at that moment Zhenya snarled.
- But, - having said, strangled, - they didn’t say anything.
- Maybe you wanted to lay mine? - even more usiv vusatii. - Tse vzagalі class: the car in front of the podium, and raptom bang! - fly shmatki transparants, people, all bіzhat at different sides, screams, panic ...
- Yaku mine? - after Zhenya had slept, he turned pale in the light of the seriousness of the hairy man.
- And taka: a little one, p'yatachkov. Vaughn is magnetic, stuck to the frame and that's it: it vibrates exactly by the hour, it's necessary, the car is divided into pieces, people are on it, the effect is terrible and even more required team who sent you.
“She didn’t send me anything,” Zhenya was already scoffing. — I don't know any mі-іni...
- Mina is not a woman, її nobility is not required, її enough for a mother. So, write, everything is like Bulo. Htos sent, navіscho, that they robbed. And on the back like this: explanation, nickname, name after the father, river of the people, Home address, Kim pratsyuesh, well, they gave everything yak є.
“We didn’t do anything there!” Zhenya simply chased away with a roar.
- Quiet! - Suvoro said Vusatiy. - Write. - I turned to another civil:
- Pevzner, did you call the sappers?
- So what?
- Arrive at once, look around the car.
- And the mechanic?
- I told you. Attract.
- So ... Let's check ...
Zhenya rolled a bag of pens on paper at the same time. Having written to herself "everything is yak є". The robot was finished, moved, dressed at the wardrobe, how are you going to get home? They pumped the car, crawled into a lull, sat, didn’t eat anything, and they didn’t have a day. What else? It was explained in a short way, marveling at what was written, and as if laughing crookedly.
- Pan, - saying wine. - Cunning lad? Who is your boss?
- Energetik.
- A nickname?
- Not yours?
- Magpie.
- Have you called everything, Pevzner?
- Ring out there, hai sche qiu Magpie to attract. - I once again Zhenci:
- Come on, let's go to the corridor for a while, but let the sidekick come in ...
Gloriously just glancing at a friend and grinning tightly. Looking at that one, singsongly, such a boom - you understand everything at once. Vіn letting Zhenya into the corridor and stepping at the priymalny so pure ice And stretch out on the new one - just spit.
Zhenya walked behind thin Mamedov - he stood like a right guard of the door: straight, not sticking out the walls, spiraling on his hurt legs, showing only Zhenya with his finger at the back, stretching to the entrance, and "died" again. Zhenya pіdіyshov until vіkna i pochav chekati.
But the most amazing thing was those who called out to Yogo sche Chotiri chi five times and again began to write explanatory notes with such a look, never wrote anything like that, or else in the cold luminescent light office lamps, znikali without a trace, first nizh vusatiy grabbing them from the folder. So the boys scurried around here and there: Zhenya - to the office, Slavka - to the corridor, Zhenya - to the corridor, Slavka - to the office, and, as if it were not serious about that food, one could think that the busty just grows up in the necessities of that banquet hour. Everything alerted me, instilled innocence, beat me to the pantel. Zgodom Zhenya understands: do not believe!
Zhenya stood at the window, dumbfounded at the zhovte, the light of the lights near the yard, it seemed to him that he should sleep in the wine and fall on the new one, like a terribly important dream can you throw off yoga, pozbutisya, otamimitsya, only zatsіpenіlo chekaє, not razumіyuchi, chim all tse sіnchitsya.
Vin has already realized how afraid of rechecking the machine, who are these people, what can I say? And raptom on this devil's rozvalyusi and the truth does not stick like a nut or a detail? Zhenya guessing, how the waters are cursing, vimagayuchi spare parts, how to honestly work, and they have repairs in a day, that day, they can’t take root at the factory: only to fix it, as it’s already ticking. Vіn buv upevneniya, scho zhnoї mini stink not podkladali, but again cursed the word "raptom"! And raptomy all the same, having played into the hands of world imperialism and rightly built in the very mine, now you know and all call on them? Before the rest of the call at the priymalnyu vіn, after waking up at the vikno vіysk UAZ, some people were in uniform (the stench climbed around the car with likhtariks in their hands), and becoming prejudicedly bazhat, so that the stench did not know anything, and still had a good share, so that the mechanic showed his own m , factory, do not become guilty to the same shukati znicklі nuts - what kind of youmu sense?
So I thought, suffering, and slowly began to feel guilty. I ponis yogo hrin pid the car, not a moment, fool, so be patient! It would be better if uncle Zhora was joking. And the pidloga under her feet was step by step covered with a beaten skul, standing on a new barefoot and looking at the window like that, starting a skirmish with an even better sniper, who was planting here at the mud yard.
Then a military man appeared at the office - a young lieutenant in a Polish uniform, - a mechanic appeared (his! - greet Zhenya and navitt guessing im'ya: Ivan Ivanovich, like a hillock sending Zhenya up to the new for emery paper), insults went to the reception, a the lads were placed at the corridor as a couple.
- Not a sound, - Mamedov said seriously, - otherwise ... - I showed a fist similar to a sledgehammer on a thin hand.
Ale stinks themselves, they themselves figured out that “otherwise”, the little ones were sitting, and, it turns out, the trifles were trembling, but now, not in the cold, no, but in the sight of something else: it’s possible, in fear of being tense, with which they listened to obscure voices for covered with leatherette on the door of the head engineer's office, otherwise you could try to catch it on the bezplidnі.
That one, everything here seemed to be abnormal, thrown off into some bad, pre-Christmas fever, into some kind of stink, even if inadvertently, but so badly got stuck, and all through this filthy peak - Uncle Zhory, but all the same, a trio, laugh And it's fun to say: bring down the stars, nabridli! Hadgee did not rob the stench of this, for the Servica Seryozo, for all about everything about all the rosov, that is the same by the demonstration, if they were stitched by the lies of the people, they were scattered in the people, screamed at the middle of the people, marvel at Tim, Yak Piti on the Vechirka before Vitka Smolyak.
But the militiaman’s long-awaited post instilled zovsim іnshe: there’s no smell of zhartiki here, he seriously took up them, everything follows the rules, it’s resolutely and primed, - didn’t they put the insoles on the people’s feet for nothing? And who did it? Well, obviously, Uncle Fedya, having phoned him, no one else. Vіn forever loving order terribly and constantly pіdkreslyuvav tse, only kohannya tse bouldered wondrous in the eyes of other people: fawning over the authorities, flattering, trying to whisper in the ear - serving until you waste your pulse, then with such, like Zhenya z Slavkoy, hamiv without godly and yak Yakby is by right: try to sleep your ass off and go to the factory for a couple of chills - that's it, hang on the barn, don't fuss, because such a noise will come, the brewery will run. And yet, it is similar to the truth: as it seems, they took them to the mischief and mayzha to the mischief.
Seeing these thoughts on the soul was the sound of a slota. Now, the dark corridor now reminded me strongly of the basement, the lighters behind a single window near the yard reminded the soul of the filthy and the same Zhovtim, and Mamedov visochіv bіlya doors like a monument to the conquistador.
So five fifteen hvilin passed. Then we’ll call out again at the reception, now I’ll wake up, the stench came in sharply, instead drinking galmive sills, the little ones began to whiten the wall.
The military lieutenant marveled at them malignantly, the mechanic - angrily (the axis, talking, through such a dispensation to bring people of a frail age into holy peace is not possible), the guise of a bushy one became zhorstky, impenetrable, it was given out as vilitim from the orphan chavunini. Vіn stretching out Zhenci like a paper, saying sharply, commanding:
- Sign up!
- What to sign? Zhenya slept timidly.
- The protocol is the act of defrosting the machine. Read, then sign.
Zhenya, having read properly, emphatically, as if step by step, the ticks on the heart are being sorted out, - from the simple text of the wine, having caught only two pairs of rows: “Replacement not installed” tezh signature, now for sure - Van Vanicha! Nareshti, the rows went to the rose and Zhenya cheered up, signed, not reading further. "Well, what did we say?!" - having closed the wine, she stared at the armor at the guise of a mustachioed man and a castle. But the situation in the priymalny all the same cleared up and it was possible to wake up. While reading and signing Slavko, I looked around. Pevzner smoked at the flat and spoke here as an outsider’s friend, the lieutenant had already caught the telephone receiver, calling far and wide, - everyone gave it to you, it was clearly a light bulb, and only the mechanic at the inability to m'yav cap with his hands hit the doors, they don't know how they gave it, that Mammadov, blocking his way out, showing discipline, maybe, on the verge of running without the command of Zhenya and Slavka.
Slavko laying his pen on the table, stretched out paprika to the mustachioed one. He marveled at her, thought for a second, then said so very sharply, but now it’s already not evil:
- And now blow on the huts! It’s necessary, we cry!
- Yak? Zhenya doesn't understand. - What, isn't that all?
Zhenya knew that the bullpen and zovsim did not want to go there. Slavka - tezh. And then the stench "blew". Without saying goodbye. To the door of the cloakroom. And there uncle Zhora, with a blackened muzzle, sat at the table and threw matyuki. While the stench was changing their clothes, the vin tentatively mumbled:
“What the hell can I do to sit here through you, if my style is right in me ?!
The lads moved and jumped overhead. What about youmu dashi? Take care of your skin and whoever you care about is unknown. I skin maє ration in its own way. To form a person is deadly, even pratsyuvati at once. So try and tell me. We have this: obov'yazkovo start rozpituvati: what is that yak? And then let's break down the visnovki: it's not a gift all the same! I start to squint. Skin on skin on suspicion. All the lads have already made up their minds. I tried to hurry up.
Tilks on the pass zatrimalisya for a minute. Uncle Fedya, hanging waist-deep from his glass booth, trembling in a hoarse voice:
- Well, what? Why are you?
- A axis scho! - already at the door, turning to Zhenya Street and twisting his great muzzle with his chest fingers.
Zranka Zhenya woke up the father.
- Get up! - he said in a wonderfully dissatisfied voice. - They came to you.
- Soon time? - Zhenya dreamed sleepily, trying to turn to the next beak.
- Hour, hour! We'll be up soon!
- Why do we call jacks on fire? - Zhenya was furious, wondering what Slavko had already pinned at the guest.
- Get up, I say! - the father got angry, pulling the carpet out of Zhenya. Having smashed his eyes and immediately remembered the father’s invisible glare spilled on his shins.
Zhenya huddled together, trimming his legs in tights.
Two people were standing at the front. One of them, introducing himself as Vorobyovym, showing a red little book, saying, as it happened to Zhenets, we should say in a good voice:
- Get dressed, boy, you will come with us ...
Zhenya did not feed the kudi, for he knew. Vin just broke down, murmured timidly and troch weedily:
- What? I'm nothing ... I ... - glancing at the nervous dad, he got angry, went to the bedroom to dress up. Well, nothing happened, it seems to be repairing. And wine?..
- Hurry up, darling, - feeling guilty.
Vіn did not want to hurry, dressing properly, listening to the father's food in the corridor, Vorobyov's unreasonable responses and frantically swearing, he got away. Ale, don’t pull the gum, all the same, if you stop pricking out, stop roaring. The hour has come, if you need to go out. At the front of the wines, pulling on a coat, putting on a hat, having guessed the deakі films, having asked unsung:
- Take speeches with you?
“You’ll get along for the time being,” Vorobyov laughed, lightly pushing Zhenya to the exit. - Well, let's go. Otzhe, we got busy ...
Zhenya, having checked the handcuffs with fear, sighed in relief, but for the sake of correctness, clasping his hands behind his back, stepping with cottony feet on the maidan’s gangway, nonchalantly starting to go down.
They put Yogo in a car at the courtyard, but not at the Volga, and not in black, but in the great dark green, sagging Moskvich, maybe, through Yogo, wretchedly tight in the back, order from Zhenya, sіv just another person. , And Vorobyov ruled on the front seat and punished the water ruhati and swidshe.
The “Moskvich” is loose and creaky, vinous and poignantly vibrating, but all the same, it’s all the same for the first year before the great orphan life on the central street. then in the other world, in no way could you find out that if you hit it, Zhenya's life. Vіn іshov to the entrance doors, and now no heart, no soul, not seeing at the p'yatah, vіn having fallen at the yak zatsіpenіnnya, nache the toad in the cold. Vіn, not zrozumіvshi on the top, climbed the gatherings, destroying the corridor. Vorobyov opened one of the doors, and the stench stumbled at the great square room with a wide window and another door, upholstered with black skins. And here, maybe from the threshold, Zhenya remembered Slavka - he sat on the chair of the window and marveled at the street.
- You what? - Zhenya chimed, nibi and not a moment to show yogo here.
- What about you? - having angrily overfed Slavko, but it was clear in his eyes that he was in good health. But how else? Friends! No matter what it was, doubling everything would be easier.
- Rosemaries! - Vorobyov interrupted his unsatisfactory joy. “Sit down, check here,” having said to Zhenetsi and the sign behind the shutters of the door.
The round annual above the exit has already shown half past nine, if Vorobyov is out of the office. Zupinivsya in front of them, rozim'yav fingers appeared on his hands, then stepped up to the TV, raising Yogo.
- Otak, - cowardly in a round, fox-like head. - Marvel at the apparatus. Sit and watch for your car. Get out of the square safely, nothing will happen, you can please. So, respectfully, respectfully...
- And does she get angry with rapt? - grinning Slavko.
“Don’t buy anything by raptom,” Vorobyov was unreasonable. - If you are angry, then there was a reason. And for the reasons, you need to be told.
Vin pishov, without saying more than a good word. Zhenya and Slavka leaned up to the TV.
On the tenth year, the military parade rose. Never before have the lads been so tedious, having worked on the military technique, - the parade has appeared to them inexcusably old, tedious and empty. There was a lot of cars there, but there were other cars: nadіyni, nalagodzhenі, they did not know the hungry soldering of spare parts and the poor hands of the slyusarіv. The warriors walked and walked across the flat, and the stench of the schokhvilins looked at the anniversary and became more and more discouraged, then the parade, stretching out the eyes, preparing a pidlyanka for them at the sight of their broken machine.
And then on the screen appeared transparencies, ensigns, portraits - the stench poured over the heads of people who laughed like hell, with official red bows on their chests. Columns dragged, badyor muzika made up faces, the radio roared over the podium, shouted “Glory!” And that, and that, and all others, and there was no time for glorious professions, organizations, and Zhenya and Slavka squeezed their heads into their shoulders, strainedly marveling at the screen, jokingly looking at “their” car. Well, where is it? Why is it so long gone? Ale, then, to fool the people, oh, nothing has been done, oh ...
Yeah, the axis of the schnіy district is safe, go yourselves, don’t panic, don’t break out ... And here the stench blew the familiar pyramid, it blew in the natovpі to the podium and this was the most difficult moment! - Zhenya stared into her eyes, without being disturbed, marveling at the small silhouette on the television screen. Well, the machine, well, dear, don’t break, be kind, buzz evenly, without interruption, go on, go on, go on, don’t stutter ... At this moment I forgot about Slavka, about those who know, I need a bulo, a car Doїhala, - Vaughn became Yogo's share.
It's time for Zaishov Vorobyov at the room, placing bottles of tea and a plate of sandwiches on the table.
- Axis, trohi creak, - having said wine and looking at the TV screen. - Well, how are you there?
Slavko just waved his hand, and Zhenya screeched, saying, - like tea there, sandwiches with cowbass, if your car was collapsing flat, but it’s so proper, so tedious, why did their souls tax behind them on a rope.
Vorobyov lowered his shoulders and again pishov, but the stench did not commemorate him.
Well, it's all right. The car went to the edge of the screen and screeched, and there — the bіchna street, turn levoruch, get out of the natovpu, add speed and... And then there was a hell of a lot of stench sitting, twitching and staring at the natovp in front of the podium — what? Nothing? Ruhaetsya, collapses, everything is calm, the car has gone now, maybe, wow! - sighed relieved.
Zhenya got up, rose up her back, darted back and forth across the room, then picked up a sandwich from a plate, started chewing.
- You're hungry? - sleeping Slavko.
“Ah,” Zhenya waved his hand in an unreasonable way, and mechanically took another sandwich from the plate, then shamed, saying to Slavka quietly, thoughtfully, as if realism was pouring in:
- Zh, what are you? Daremno, why are you sitting?
Prote Slavko їsti without becoming.
And Vorobyov came only a year later, having made some more of them, then, reluctantly, voiced:
- Well, saboteurs, yours took. I don’t know to which god they prayed, but everything turned out okay. Axis for you to cross over, stupidly home, remember, it’s holy today, like-not-like ...
- Che, everything? - not believing Zhenya.
- Is there enough of you? Vorobyov chuckled.
- No, - Zhenya snarling, - let's go ...
The first axis has already worn hats, coats, but they didn’t go. Standing splendidly, as if nailed to the wall, Zhenya buckled over the stilts, seeing that he had pulled the whole steamboat of the bears out of the circle, and now it’s not an instant to destroy the world. I didn’t want to go just like that, to be overwhelmed with misunderstandings, I needed to show that the words are human, honestly, you can’t. Zhenya smiled sourly, trying to say badyoro:
“Ta mi… tsya… Did they say what you didn’t believe?”
- Have you figured it out? Garazd, garazd, - Vorobyov said peacefully. - Wherever there - be proud! Rejoice, the hours have changed. We would start to reconsider you here. It became - it didn’t happen, it would be necessary to sprinkle it. So, be healthy...
And the lads understood: the truth is necessary for the sake of it, but to dilute it with the joy of others with such words is simply not varto. To this, the girls took the passages from Vorobyov and sideways - one by one - slid through the trochettes of the door into the corridor. Otakі they sent to help ...
On Zhenya Street, shouting Slavtsa:
“Is it already possible insults, embossing right up to Smolyak?”
- I'll go home, - muffledly yelled to that one.
- Hush, everyone got there! Zhenya cheered.
“Having caught up with me yesterday, the temperature is in me, maybe,” Slavko pulled his nose for a long time, blinking his blackened eyes. - That swearing there, maybe, oh dosi. I'll go.
Zhenya guessing the bleary father, guessing her matir, like, maybe, she already came from the drawing room, murmuring a whiff, then saying softly:
- You know, I'll get home too. On your own occasions, otherwise it’s all here with friends - don’t go home at all. The trolleybuses have already gone. Are you going, is he fifteen years old?
- Well, go ahead...
- For now... I'm not sick, I'll come tomorrow, I'll see you off. - I Zhenya gently squeezed his friend's hand.
Already in the trolleybus, Zhenya guessed, noisily sighed, saying to himself:
- The axis is crap, we forgot to turn on the light bulbs! ..
Ale on the street, all the same noise was sacred ...
Rostov-on-Don, 1989
"EX, FAIN..."
Rozpovid
Vityunya Klochkin is a squishy lad: it’s not so easy to knock your yogo out of the seat, and for a word it’s not easy for the gut to love chatter, let out some blatant jargon. Like a maiden's little girl, powder your grandmother into a dovira rubbed - spit on it, buv bi mood. A creak of wine “be calm”: to stir up a gloomy one, a deep pair of words - to shut up, and if you need to show strength - to someone who is not wise, - for Vityunya it’s not rusty, his fist is to work and not to work. get on the ointment. Let's have fun respecting Vityunya as a lad among friends, with our daughter - you won’t turn sour like that.
Yogo’s partner, the square Seva Drobot, now, more to moan and fight, until Vityunya can see, love to twist the bagel with her shovels-hands, she hears ...
Behind the window there is a snowfall. Vechiriye. Mіzh stvolіv uzlis brizkaє melting gold low, vashka sun, chirkaє tops vіdkritikh humpbacks. "SuperMAZ" is straining on the pidomahs, suffocating wildly on the slopes, streaming with a diesel forty-ton prichip - the road is like that, don't be silly: slime, filthy cleared. Cars were sharp and sensible, they parted with them carefully, properly, after the rose swidkishness was added to the giblets, so that they would not be washed with a cloak at the ditch.
- Well, it's cold! - Vityunya leaned on the back of the seat, stretching with all his old thin figure. - The public is all dressed up for the most part: fur coats, katsaveykas, felt boots, and we - "guests from pivdnya" - flooded in jackets and jeans.
- Who knows what such a frost to strangle! - Seva twisted the kermo.
- "Knowing, knowing," - twisting Yogo Vityun. - You, man, zvіdki? Is radio on you, TV? Chuv: it is very cold all over the territory, it is windy ... The music poured out.
- Ta well їх! Today alone, tomorrow it will be better. І out of ten times they spend a point. Hear their next...
- No, you listen. For this, the twenty hundred years of smoking, to apply to the radio and air, and to watch the television. Civilization! The country to fight for your dryness.
- Ah, - Seva sighed.
Vityunya said a word. Delivery of cigarettes.
- Don't want.
- Don't over-chew, - the technique is good. - Vityunya stroking the shield of the machine. - Don't tell me! And on the rozvantazhenni, it’s like it’s broken.
“Maybe they turned for nothing on this road?” It would be better for the main ones ... - Seva hesitated.
- One hundred and twenty kilometers of economy is cheap. I know the route, we wound the wind with Mishkom Vakulinim here. Deshcho dorіzhka, decent enough. And behind the main mi term bi, sing-songly, they failed - you won’t get angry anywhere ...
It got dark.
We crossed a place over a river hoaring with kuchugurs, hung a fork with headlights, lit up a gas station dozing in a red light "cobra". Vityunya - big with coupons, Seva - "pistol" in the tank and dance. Diesel oil, vazka, thick, poured tight - until they refueled, zadubeli resentment.
Everyone went. "SuperMAZ" was hot in the air, but they were warming up for a long time and it was like marvelous: it sounded warm, but in the middle everything was cold and cold. Soul stuck.
Well, it’s relieved, the trochs have grown. I call Vityun for my chatter:
- I marvel at that frame: bleep along the dance-maidan, move the action, look - God fight! - and she herself, well, just a vent: thin, olive and all zazhinsovana. I’m up to her: girl, and who is such a drooping butt and crooked legs tight with pants? I don't give a damn: bad cancer! And I think so - I’ll be fine with the weather and marvel, like it’s going to rattle, just green in spite of anger, - I’ve squandered the drin at the hand, destroying the mountain of zduri, - you don’t wake up! Well, now, it’s time to call, it’s not hot, it’s turned white - it’s the people: it’s blowing up, it’s opening its eyes - it’s listening, marveling, it’s already baring its teeth, it’s laughing. And I’m so, out of chuinistyu, I’m narrating: beautiful, don’t freak out, don’t need it, I’m just jarring the crumbs. Well, now put a swell on your navel - on your navel - if you yourself, like a louse are shaking, - I’m just dancing hot, and you are only Mikhailo Boyarsky Vlashtov.
“You yourself are an artist,” Seva laughed.
- What about? Folk artists come, but they come from the people. I previously sang without notes, from memory, but now from notes, that one without memory, which is better?
"SuperMAZ" zboїv, laughing. Seva vimatyukavsya, vychaviv zcheplennya, pіddav gasku. The engine curled and sighed calmly, hoarsely troch, coughing dumbly old.
- Your mother! - Vityunya was furious. - The mustache is so cold, you can't lie down in the snow for a hundred years.
- Where to hurry up? - called Seva. “We will arrive in Sichagi before the eleventh, and spend the night there.
- Gothel at tsikh Sichagakh є?
- Look at the atlas.
Vityunya mumbled atlas.
- Axis, Sichagi ... Yes, for sure. Krupnyak gorodini - the district center. Nothing, let’s trample at the hotel - it’s nabridlo: a cabin is a cabin.
- That's what they prepared for you there. Trim the gut wider ...
- Let's break through! Let's hit it, let's let Dim and break through ...
- Spatimemo.
— Ni, I'm talking about the frame in jeans.
- Ah, Virka - that. I know a little bit. She got mad, and called the little ones. For example, dance for me Valera Nelson cry: Vityunya, come here! Podkhodzhu. You are a healthy lad, like a khlіv, it seems, a dark ale, like a pіdval. More quietly in the carriage with one tooth, a grizzle rattles, if I ... If you — I interrupt Yogo and I smile so maliciously — I cleaned the brukivka with my muzzle at Kotzebue. Been such a fluke, Valera, drunk on the brukivtsi on Kotzebue, passed with a spear, having lifted її troshki, reddened sweat - the whole district was wound up. Oborzel Valera. Ti che, goat of filth, it seems, do you want to shopit? Stop it, Valera, I say, kill the public tanks. You want and one eye, but still you can look around: our childishness has long since wept, and with it that hour, if you give us your five fates on your fist, and your five fates have been written off for a long time . Well, dovkol Valerie still spin around, turning his eye on them, but enduring, feeding calmly: “Having created a vibe for you?” - “What, did you already croak? Chuєsh, well, why are you hurting her throat? Walk like an unfed goat, spitting and chirping with your backside on all the heights of your television. I don't like these! - "And I - such, yak ti!" - What, eye on her? That one is on you ... "Shortly, I’m running, I’m masquerading, the psycho stepped up, and Valery is no longer in sight in front of them, that he is Vityunya Klochkin - the snot is smeared for them - yoga with them haє i, golovne, do not be afraid. .
"SuperMAZ" chuckled again, suffocated.
- Well, what are you, scab?! - Seva waggles, shaking the car.
Vityunya looked at the window. Nich, pure and dawn, hung over the roadside fox, wind ripping from the combs heaps of snow drank, driving a fluffy snake across the road from the bright headlights.
The engine started up again, chuckling, chuckling and rapt calmed down.
- Axis fell! - Seva wriggled again, forcibly viruliving at the lowered Uzbek. - Let's breathe...
Vіn dovgo and unsuccessfully ganing the engine with a starter, the docks did not put the battery on. Nothing. Dvigun not giving a sign of life.
- It's already a thumper! - Vityunya grunted coldly. - Only the rudeness calmed down and everything: pre, like a sieve.
“I’ll be a bigger thumper right now,” Seva called out. - Vilaz, the cabin needs to be lifted.
- What's wrong with you? There zadubієsh for whilina.
- And what about work? Before the wound and here you will breathe. Vilaz. We look at the fire filters, maybe we drank something ...
They lifted the cockpit, Seva, having pressed the bottom to the head of the dvigun - there was already a troch of heat. Vіn having stolen his head, having turned the filters on the door.
Mittevo's hands were caught, scorched, sticking with klaptik to the metal skin. They went wild on their hands, twisted it around: for the time being, one turned the nuts, the other one hove under the jacket of the arm, having entrusted the cunning position, trying to seem to win.
Nareshti Seva having taken the cap. The filter is empty.
- Wonderful, - said Seva. “Tilki were refueling ...
- Maybe the pipeline is clogged?
Seva unscrewed the lid of the tank, thrusting a great wrench into it. Vіn shvidko vityag the key from the tank and was taken aback by looking at the new one - the key was covered with a ball of calamity, precious mass.
“That’s it, khano…” Seva whispered.
- Hano, I tell you! Baku has solar oil in the summer.
- Give me a lamp! - Vityunya rushed after the blowtorch.
- Don't run! Vіdіgієsh on two hvіlini i again caught.
“Ni, let's try it,” Vityun pulled the blowtorch from the cabin.
- No bark...
- I'll fire it up. We don’t play it, we’ll put it up to the cabin there, we’ll warm ourselves. What, saving up here now, what?
Vіn pumped the lamp convulsively and quarrelsomely, first afraid that Seva would take away її, not to let it be spat. Sirniki broke and screamed in their stubbly fingers, sometimes a weak fire lit up with a rapt, ale style gasoline, which splashed out the name, didn’t want to spalahuvat, and the wind mitteva blowing the half-light.
- Bitch! - Vityunya fiercely slammed the lamp into the kuchuguru.
- Why is the lamp here? - Seva already forcibly standing on the mіstsі, zhorstoko ter vuha, nіs.
“That’s not a lamp,” Vityun’s order was dancing. - That, bitch, at the gas station! The mug is cheeky, discolored, you’re up to it - you’re dumb at the position, take it or ask for mercy, but don’t spit through your lip. Regional aristocrat. She filled with summer diesel fuel and with a calm soul she ruled in the night. І zhodnoї cars on the road, as if on a zamovlennya.
- What is it? - Seva said languidly and as if foully. - You know those like me?
- Axis axis! With the bosses, maybe the axis is Vasya, both of them have everything in their appearance, and for us it’s like that, empty shells. To live, to fall, to win a steward for a month, to go to gold on their lays to work kittens.
- Vaughn, maybe you don’t know what kind of diesel fuel they brought, those and ll.
- Well, who knows!
- Go now, find yoga ...
- Well, we have a creak without a trace. Disappointing with pies, so the one who sold them: I didn’t cook them, what they brought, I sell. The one who lubricated them - without trading, without saving, without transporting, you don’t know it in the day with fire, and avoid guilt. And everything is up to nothing, except for those who shove them to the same “butterflies” for those satisfied slanders.
- You're cowardly with your lips. Come to the cab.
The cabin is quieter, but not warmer, it whistled out to the end. That dance is important here.
- Polar explorers are hell. - Seva rushed to the seat, seeing that it was freezing. - No warm clothes, no fire. Hotch bi dance prihopili. We needed to talk about the fire, and then we got into the engine.
- That bleak ganyav ...
- How did I know?
- At Pivnochi, they took a roll to fire.
Did you light the lamp?
- Otzh...
- What is work? Vityun's teeth were already clattering. — Chekati nothing here...
- No idea...
- How many of us looked at the refueling station?
- The devil knows yoga - not zasіkav. Ten or twelve kilometers.
- Todi r-rvemo to the pazuru ... Pr-ruvalsya tsey pochіp x-hoch at B-Bermuda trikutnik. It’s not normal, it’s not good to s-grow up like that, not through the sniff of the t-tyutyun.
— Are you able to walk ten kilometers with such coldness?
“There are d-ten, twenty, f-fifty of them!” P-let's go, x-hoch b-be warmer. M-maybe, let's reach out to someone ...
The stench got stuck in the temryava, to break in, the temryava, they were beaten by the road. Back...
Seva looked at the fox. Vіn standing like a wall, majestic and calm, on the white tablecloth in the snow, the silhouettes of majestic pines stood out clearly - stringy, mighty. The stench froze, like at an honorable vart, and, it seemed, wondered at the quiet, who lived, marveled and doubted: to reach - not to reach? Half a yellow month in the cloudy sky sheared from tree to tree, roamed the open spaces - beg with them at once ...
Well baby! Golovne: rhythm and tempo, rhythm and tempo. Spend neither one nor the other. Don't get lost, don't piss off, don't fall. How important it will be to rise, how not to bend your legs, how to add zusil to the skin of a new crop.
Vityunya having guessed school crosses: wines are not tolerant of such things, hating them at the same time. From the footballer - insha rich, the little boy is on the road at once, and you can drive ... Just don’t rattle ... Have you already swayed the skils? A kilometer, two hours more? I don’t understand shit - everything is fox, that lіs, that kuchuguri, that wind at the right of the wind ...
Zzadu tupav and sopiv Seva, and Vityunya radiv - that same snort through force, but you can’t see it. Here it is, it's getting warmer. He, navit back trokha soaked. Well, even though they stopped being cold, wind up, start, and become stingy...
Ale's head was already in a turmoil, pet liz at the eyes with red and blue stakes, and there were only a few, with rare gray streaks the road stood out clearly at the bridge, and the legs themselves on their own: top-top, creak-creak...
Then the stench went over to the rock. Important and somehow humovy. The stench did not remember him, the stench felt offended, but they continued to depict the god: one for one, one for himself.
Seva licked, falling. Poking his head, his hands in the fluff of the kuchuguru froze. Vityunya turned around, pulling Yogo on his jacket:
- Get up...
- Now... - well, I want to lie down, probably, to translate.
- Get up...
Quite frankly, having never tried to shift on one's feet, Seva moved, having robbed the charm. Vityunya pidhopiv yogo pid hand, and so far the stench destroyed the two, the hand pid hand, they didn’t run, they didn’t go, but just wandered in chotiri legs, stumbling on the snowy bushes.
Aha! He is like a fire!
Newly refueled? How many before her? Only the axis at the gully descends and rises on that balk, and there is a relief on Corino, and light, heat, the filling station was there ... But it’s hardly possible to do so and stiltki bigti?
And they died. Nervously hijacked, they were killed by a girka. To the world Instinct: vognik - all warm.
They stomped. Weak, perhaps unobtrusive, they tumbled into the empty gas station. Well, that's all, let's go, skinned, showed off... There was no one at all. They hammered at the door: come on, shvidshe ...
- What do you need? - Zupiniv їhnіy sleepy, displeased female voice.
“Let’s get warm, sister,” Vityun hoarsely, chasing away the light cold. - Let's get lost...
- What else? Blukayte here at night! Volotsyugs! Get out! - the “bitch” didn’t show up yesterday, the sounds blew out from behind the partition.
— But we’re freezing, you don’t understand, what? - without seeing Sev and scoring again at the door.
“It’s normal people to sit at home all the time!” Get out, I say, - squealing voice, - otherwise I’ll ring the police, appoint you to the nari!
- Come on, call, hi pick up! - having captivated Vityun, vіdchuvayuchi, like a wet heat big quickly changes into a warm cold. - Freeze mi!
- I know them! Let go of the shoulder, let's hit it on the head - and beat the gut ...
- You got taloni!
- Wow, what a literate!
- That podikhaєmo mi ... - croaked Seva.
- Well, shut up! - vydkinuv yoga from the door vіdpovіd.
“Come on, hurry up,” Vityunya said. - I want to rake in a cop.
- There is no telephone in it, I would have called a long time ago.
- Axis at once and reverify. - Vityunya rushed to shukati, with which you can beat tovsteleuzne sklo. Do you know what kind of pivmeter kuchugurs?
- Hands! - Shouting Seva and hitting the scull. I didn’t see the blow, I didn’t hurt, I didn’t feel like a cottony sound, I didn’t beat the wine on the shibtsі lyalkoy.
The stench drummed on the skull with their fists, with their palms - more and more, vodchuvayuchi yogo armored mіts and chips vise to the cold, that niby strike. Freeze here, bright light, for ten millimeters in the face of ryativny heat - no, it didn’t count!
The voice behind the partition murmured, but I felt a little wary. What do you think at once, Golose, what do you think about? Chi in the fear of mixed with stinking baiduzhistyu ty having spent the great gift of nature - remember to think and reason?
— Ut_kaєmo in Korino, — judiciously throwing words, chanting Sev. — Tikaemo! Usogo five kilometers! As if dotelepaєmo ...
- Well, yogo do ...! - Vimatyukavsya Vityunya. - That's it, I can't. I will freeze this bitch for evil, here, white її doors. Let's dance high... - Falling down at the kuchuguru, lying down, not collapsing. Yogo's laika blew like a muck and a baiduzh, mutely caristing in it, not from a fierce rіshuchostі, but simply behind a ring.
“Get up,” said Seva, cowardly. - What's up, healthy?
- Nope... Get over there to choke on my brushes...
- Get up, I tell you!
“Vidchepis,” Vityun turned his lips. - I want to sleep...
- Anu, get up, you bastard! Tilki pretending to be smart, but himself ... - Seva Rivkom put Vityunya on his feet and then rolled a sprat of yellow eyes on the road.
- Auto! - shouting Vіn, throwing Vityunya again into the kuchuguru and, stumbling, ran on his feet to the fork. - Stij!
“Brother,” Seva wheezed on the move, expending the rest of his strength, “brother, help ...
Yak, not being afraid to stumble, ale caught. The car turned onto the road to Corino, and when turning the headlights, they hit Sivba, pierced my bent, stood frozen, at a weak arm swing. Yuzanuv, the car zupinilas.
“Brother... brother... help...
Vіn did not dare to climb over the kuchuguru, having fallen, drowning in a dry snow saw in disguise, hands up to the elbow, becoming properly lifted. There were no thoughts at the head - the stench froze, stared, wilted, there was only one meta-machine. Let's sweat it out, as though pulling yoga across the road, becoming a p_dsajuvati on a p_dn_zhka.
- Vityunya is there ... - whispering wines. In the guise, the nostrils hit the smell, the smoky warmth of the cabin. The doors were closed, and I rolled onto the seat, flattening my eyes.
For a sprat of hvilin vin vidchuv entrusted to Vityun.
— Have you fallen into such an odor? - the driver squealed, and then only a few, at the light of the supply shield, Sev looked at Yogo: a young lad with a skin and a shaggy hat.
- They drove me ... tezh ... From the beginning of the day ... Diesel fuel of the summer ... died ... - vіdpovіv vіn i zamovk. I didn’t want to talk about it - everything was important, tedious and fluid, at the same time it was just warm, warm and warm. Seva roared the roar of the call, wrinkled up the jacket and flattened his eyes again, and Vityunya, waking up, fell asleep.
- And what, no one at the gas station?
Seva shook her head.
- Look, why don’t they practice, what, at night? - the driver chimed, and checked for a second, sleeping:
- Where are you? I myself would rather go to the bakery and back.
“Ah, curl up,” Seva weakly hit with his hand. “Where is it warmer… What time is it?”
- On the fourth...
- Wow ... - without believing Sev, I couldn’t show such an hour, - they spent the night ...
- Rvanemo to the hotel, - vyrivishiv vodiy.
- Let's...
The stench didn’t catch a good morning, like the first houses of the little town were poured over the window. Hurrying up with light and dark avenues, the lad zupiniv "lawn" was a new tripover budіvl with great windows. The doors banged, and the lad znik. Turning back to wine not soon, muttering, letting the cold in the cabin:
- There is nothing. I don't want to start talking... Why should I work with you?
Seva was mumbling, and Vityunya was coughing and marveling at the kill, but nothing was torn.
“There is one more veterinary here, but there is a caravanserai. It’s unlikely to be there, but we’ll try it, ha?
— Let's try it, — Seva waited patiently. Youmu didn’t want anything at once, but don’t collapse, she wouldn’t stop buzzing rude.
The stinks have traveled here again. And again the lad went wild, again he didn’t have a long time, but he appeared in satisfaction, cheerfully saying:
- The city is dumb, but the master was told to flood in an empty room, to give mattresses for a cover, a carpet - skils are always welcome! Chi fit?
Seva lowered his shoulders, shrugged. Tse bulo katuvannya - go out to the street at once, but if you need to go out.
Doubling the stink from the cabin of the three-man, who drowsily leaned against Vityunya, was led to the door like a great wooden hut. Yakby is not a sign on the front doors, Seva never believed bi that this house could serve as a hotel.
A long, narrow corridor, opening doors in a hotly heated room (for now, there were only three of them) with rows of sun loungers, like sleeping and not sleeping people, women. The 1st gentleman is a summer titka in a warm night shirt, with a frayed tunic on the outside shoulders and a tacky key in her hands. No vowel marks, no end with the inscription "Administrator". I didn't get my passports...
Rosemary floated at the napіvtemryava, the wind blown, everything seemed to be unreal and viscous. They didn’t remember the stench, as the driver from the grain truck was seen ...
Titka opened the rest of the doors in the corridor, and there was a fresh smell of cold on the clappers, but not the same, to be fired, with a burning style, squeezing on the street, but stagnant, homely and winding with soft cold the long unheated room, attached to the warehouse. The room is small, twelve squares, - Seva caught a glimpse at the light of the dark corridor lamp, on the bedside there were mattresses, rugs, piles of whitewash, at the kutka there was a sizable coarse piece of wood with a gas pipe inserted into the furnace.
“That’s right here,” the aunt sighed. - Will you?
“X-cold,” Vityunya chirped and began to swell. Titka struck a siren, lit the gas at the rude.
“Nothing, nothing, love,” said the woman. - For a year you leave carpets ...
Ah! Nachhati! It would be better to lie down, throw off the freezing cold, wake up and fall asleep ... The stench roared the mattresses of the rough rough, heaped the carpet on themselves ...
Vranci Vityunya was taken away by a swede. With the temperature and the suspicion of the burning of the legends and with the dribnitses: when it is frozen, the fingers are cold. Sevі tezh bandaged the deshcho, smeared with a black, stinking ointment, and such an axis, heroically bandaging, having led Vityunya to the liquor, violating Seva to the miserable auto state - ask for a car and a barrel of diesel fuel.
The head of the autostate is frowning, with a startling chuckle. Without interrupting, after listening to Seva, throwing a frown on his curly brows, he frowned, drinking sharply:
- Pennies?
- Є, є, - hastening to sing Seva, - I will cry ...
- Will you pay!? - the chief chuckled unreasonably. - So, at once, take a car, sleep and drown right in the department store, buy your own best light and mittens. And more beautifully - a casing, if it is ... Not serious in such a frost. Come on, come on. Know Anokhin, give me a car. — Vіn scribbled a sprat of slіv on the klaptik of the paper, stretching out to Sevі. - Go...
If they got to the tram, Seva asked for water - a smiley, blond-haired lad - to turn to the gas station. I really wanted to help you, that terrible voice of his baiduzhist, nocturnal voice, to marvel at the lord of the god. No, don’t say, don’t quarrel, don’t spit in the face, nareshti, but simply marvel at your eyes, if you want to dance in them.
Pidishov until the end. Behind the fold, a dark-haired lad shuffled taloni.
“There was a woman here…” Seva said softly.
“Ah, Faino,” the lad called himself without looking at the coupons. — She changed about the somіy wound. Maybe, what do you need to convey?
“Give my greetings from that world!” - the pearl of Sevi's anger, ale vin streaming, strangling the words in his teeth.
- Nі, not varto, - so very quietly vіdpov_v vіn і vіdіyshov to the car. The lad for a long time suspected marveling at you.
“You know,” Seva thought, with his prickly look behind his back, “that in the night two volotsyugs wanted to rob that Faina! Already riveted ... Eh, Faino ... Your heart caught ... "
"SuperMAZ" standing on the field, freezing that inanimate, standing on the front and not so far from the gas station. Water additionally ignite the lamp, yak Seva is very important to look at the kuchugur, ignite and anger the summer diesel fuel. Frozen hands were ill, the frost grabbed for them, squeezing the bream of their stones, but no longer caressing with their doorway, without bending strength.
The technique is new, they soon doubled it, and the axle is already “SuperMAZ” having come to life, murmuring calmly and evenly.
- Will you come? - Asked for water.
- I'll get there, don't be afraid. How do you call?
- Vedmedic! - the lad lit up with a smile.
- Well, white-haired you, polar Mishko, such a you, I will never forget ...
Seva hung in at the cockpit - warmly and resoundingly calm - having built in the transmission. The car, povіlno slipping, spovzla on the road. Waving his hand to Mishtsi, who is still standing, Seva pressing the gas pedal. Then we reached out to the primach, clicking with a switch. The voice of the announcer is monotonously calm, so homely: “In the area of strong frost to minus thirty-five to thirty-eight degrees, the wind is eighteen to twenty meters per second, snowfall. Let us remind you, who is in a high price: comrades of the water, be especially respectful to the technical standard of your transport costs - a driving car in a high price for such weather can lead to inaccurate reports ... "
Seva wiggled the primach, chovnuv doloneya along the latrine.
- And you are technically correct in me, ha? Spravny, zvichayno ... What's the point? Be sure to know like a faggot ...
With vantage Seva spiznivsya. Youma flew in for the sake of being fit, and contagiously for those whose partner fell ill. But why did he wake up and like Vityun’s illness, Seva rested, without telling anyone - more to add, like a trace, and for those who threw the vantage and the car on the road, tore their skins, did not show heroism ... Just like that, yakim often mourn for chiyu nedbalist chi nekhluystvo.
On the way back, Seva went to Vityun. Nothing, I see ... Only now I can smell with my tongue, it’s not enough to marvel at summarily. About Verka to bring not skhotiv. Zіpsuvav yogo frost trohi...
Rostov-on-Don, 1981
IGRASHKA
Rozpovid
The stars were bіlі-bіli, descended in long threads on the dachas of that great life. Possibly, tse vіd sliz, scho wiping the evil wind from the eyes. Vin viskakuvav from behind the horn with a dashing whistle, spinning hopelessly roaming the dry leaves on the road and rushing to her, and he gave up - vin alive, rushing around the booth, so that you could not hit it with a prickly cold. Vіn chovgav krizhany doloney on the back, pіddavav pіd flanks and tіkav, flooding їy tremtyachі dovgі zіrki і tsey lone great budinok.
Vaughn stood among the young bare trees and stared hard at the windows. The stinks were also white, but wide, light, behind them there was warmth and smells, smells - the most repeated speech in the world. Vaughn stood and stared with hopeless torment, and the vicon became less and less, the stench disappeared, filled with the gleaming blackness of the sky, then the stars went out, kicked to sleep.
The grass rattled underfoot, creakingly knocked down thin trees in the arms of the stingless wind, on the road kalyuzhs were caught like beaten mirrors. Silence, importantness, schіlna, hung over the back, squeezed, squeezed, bent down to the ground. And here we are far away, and to that, the stinking monster roared harmlessly and waddedly, the stench always hurried inadvertently and didn’t recognize anything on their way - only catch the wind.
Vaughn didn't like them, she was afraid. Vaughn knew what would end up with them. And tse podvir'ya, far away from them, їy befits. This year she was happy here. Vaughn came here with two lads, and the children sharpened her eyes at once, and played with her for a whole day. And for the whole hour we were treated to savory chimos. For a lot of days, I got tired of it, I found the wrong ones, I got out of it without interruption for a day, not believing myself and not understanding why it happened. The children were rich, they brought skins, and then they played with them, cheerfully and ran ahead of them, like they run only with right friends. Vona played with us, but she remembered quiet cottonmen, she came with them, she whispered with her eyes all the hour and, knowing, calmed down. Vaughn bula regularly instructed them. The stinks were all over her. It was given, she knew them for a long time, zavzhd, and only stinks - cottons with short noses and in knitted hats - varti її selfless kohannya. And she tried to show them her kohannya.
Then the majestic sun fell behind the tree, and great white eyes fell in the sky. The stench was so good, that the day was three - she thought so, it seemed to her, that this day is happy, now you can’t die, and you’ll live so richly among the trees and love your new friends. Ale, the noisy women appeared, and the children began to know. The rest went її lads. The stench stroked his head for a long time, spoke slyly, and then they closed the doors in front of his nose.
And at once silence itself fell into the world. Heavy and hard. Anxious that sad. She hung like a stone on a shii. Black shadows popped up. Koryavі and dovgі. The stench collapsed and threatened. With a thorny dart they seized by the legs. The wind rushed from behind the horn, flatly crashed into the trees, shaking, seeing from them a creaking stack. Did you know the sounds? Newer and earlier buv? Nі, vіn only checks, if self-sufficiency comes to it.
I’ve only been condemned for more than a century. The stinks called and blinked. They teased and laughed kindly. Vaughn looked at the house with a white eye and began to marvel at the vikna. Ale wind now її kindly bachiv and vygnav zvіdti - she stepped up to the dark bushes.
That's out of the way, good luck? Why did it disappear so fast? Adzhe vіd new buvaє good. And today it was a good day for everyone, they didn’t get out. That navіscho well mіnyati good for bad? Vaughn didn’t think of anything ... All where they went, and the axis is now standing here alone and rattling, rattling. Out of the cold. Look at the image. Looks empty. And the stars above her all hovered, crushed into impersonal dots, specks and disappeared. Zovsim. Forever.
Why can't this wind be tolerated here? The sound of the Lord in the night yards and streets, and wife, wife. The axis has already started throwing itself around rіbnim, prickly. Like a squeak, we’ll only catch and welcome. Ale Tim, who smells clean, fresh and unintelligent.
The victories were undesirable and crying. And all continued to know. Now, in order to shift his gaze from one to another, he had to turn his head. Vaughn anxiously led them with her eyes and was afraid of the squalor, if there were any left. Vaughn didn’t want anything. Vaughn didn't like being alone. Vaughn could not be indecent.
Well, the axis and the rest are gone. I silence - dead, overtaken. Navit not a little roar potion. Don't feel anything. Tilki nich, such a long time is unfair. Nothing like life. Nothing, like a share. Empty...
Still, she didn't think of anything. She was still amazed on all sides, then on the mountain: the stars appeared the same - and raptom, she didn’t know why, curled long and hard, put her heart into her voice. Everything was included in the curling. What will be, what will be. The whole fortune-telling, unkind world ...
- Wow, pishla, infection! - a human voice sounded hoarsely angry, and a stone flew into it ...
Rostov-on-Don, 1990
CROSSING
Rozpovid
I slept less on a sprig of quills, and now I may have been alerted to the mooring, like a great time, rightly sailing across the Don to the protilezhny shore.
With such a high wine list, sing-songly, having become entangled here, there are thirty or forty hvilin: having let in all the cars at home, having placed them on the deck, everything is unhurried, and it’s an hour, then we’ll go through the river, that on that birch the road back, - also zasmagati here less than a year, or even more, and everything turned unfailingly against me. Axis and try to vindicate the dozhina of the spent wool.
I spit in annoyance at the short, wooden footing, turning around at every turn - there weren’t many people yet - and I looked up to the low side handrails. Kindly want to see the future on the stepping stone, appearing first, but now it may be important for such a crossing ...
The water in the Don at this hour is lead-green, as if oily, strained, peacefully lapped the wooden fires covered with algae, silently went to the pier, carrying on its own shoulders that rainbow-spread oil. At times, along the empty river, everything was far away, having already tucked in the stirrups, leaving behind the middle of the vir and spreading over the water the chads of the gloom of solar smoke. Still not stingy. Ale, the sun was already rising over the coastal hay, matting my shirt with a krіz on my back, glossy sweatshirt. Two fishermen from the water-flooded chute below the pier behind the current, seeing off the dawn, wound the woods, and now they were leisurely vibrating with a stitch on the coastal slope to the gai, - a summer day, from autumn, it would be loudly hot again, and the fish would now be baited cold mud of the river.
Two years of doing nothing. Navit books not taking, їhav upevneno, nibi to the bridge, but go out for nothing. Having taken out a cigarette, having lit it and again becoming marveling at the water, - out, scho to live, all the same, you are calm and calm ...
Mother-in-law and father-in-law started this dacha, as if they didn’t sleep with us with a retinue, whether it’s possible to take the fate of our right, - everything was taken as a mind. “Look at my shvidko її pіdnіmemo”, - it’s just that, as a verse, having voiced my father-in-law once, I was left only to think: “After the idea of \u200b\u200bthe susilla, we will be divided into chotiriokh, and then we’ll all go for the bindings,” Wislov love your thought without asking. , and then it would be more intimidating in this intelligent family, it would be the height of nothingness.
And the axis is now, like it was cleared up, even though it didn’t turn up to the end, it was the right kind of a summer house: come on, come on, moreover, it’s less for sure! - only hands and hands were needed. In the presence of the squad - the presence and destiny, the brain center was formed by the coalition of the mother-in-law and the father-in-law, the stars were constantly coming out and the ideas of that team, inculcating them in life were passed on to us, or rather, to me. Well, uh ... How can you not know here? Ale, let’s not… Need to add to the zapsovanogo zaznennyam on the other hand, think about success on the territory of the dacha? Have such a beautiful summer day on the birch of the miracle river?
The Don is a marvelous creak, but especially here. On that birch, pines dove with a buccal wall. On the other side - haї z modrini, everything is framed by the deep and wide swirl with the shores, as if from a golden cough, and so cool, like a great heat boat of the "river-sea" type, blazing sharply in the poromny ferry, far away, it seemed like a forest.
Step by step calling people. They drove the car to the pier, descending on their feet to the water, and showed up to call on the cyclists. Five people came with rucksacks on their shoulders, stepped on the planks of the quay, laid their burdens down to the rail on the protilezhny edge. Who is it? They are not similar to tourists, to fishermen - tezh, a kind of strong, strong: caps, pants, tucked into tarpaulin boots, jackets are not important for the spec. They started talking about it, laughing. Їm tezh chekati dovgo, ale axis, mabut - in every way, do not turn sour, do not get angry.
Having blew a long whistle, roaring our heads to the river. Right from the fox, a giant and a blush leaned on us. Quiet Don”, - perhaps, the largest and most comfortable heat transfer on the Don, - the decks are covered with people, the music is cheerful, the wines collapsed properly, majestically and at once, swept up and down the drain against the leaks. "Vuzlіv twenty move!" - from the level of the dilettante, I marked it out, maybe, from the back of my eyes, looking at the passengers in the air, who were flying on board. Skіlki winter mi with a retinue virishuvali vlіtku take tickets on such a ship that rolled a ticket to Moscow and back. Ale came out, “whole summer”, and with him - always do it, problems with a sleepy release, more and more, and the trip was anew, it was gone, so that it would not be too late to change again on the winter dream ...
The hulk of the gіdnіstyu came, burning us with a gurgle of music, without turbotnіstі, robbing the fairway on the windy buї-signs, came around the bend, like a mayor, yak could only get away, and I’m new on the desert river shores problyavyas their necessary tricks, that sprats of gulls swept through the mile to the forest.
I suddenly looked again at the people with backpacks: the stench took away the cigarettes, but they didn’t smoke, it didn’t take him an hour to care for the rose flower. Sweat, in front of them, unrepentantly cremated alone - of small stature, with hairy hair, which wobbled the z-pіd of a gray cap, and densely gusseted guise. Vyn vpevneno protupav through the pier right up to me, croaking his fingers croaking tovst and unique cigarette "Astra".
- Vognik is not found? - having drunk wine, smiling with a gaping mouth.
- Be kind, - I removed the sirnik from the intestines.
“Don’t blame me, I’ll do it right now,” turning quickly to his own people, hugging the sirnik to burn, igniting the big dimna bagattya on the stake and nibi. I wonder how the stench smokes, releasing a light haze, and thinking: the stench fell asleep five times more, lower me, but don’t freak out, don’t get nervous, don’t pour over with gloomy thoughts, stand calmly, check, accepting as a matter of course ley fact the ruin of the porom, even though it’s not too much to wash in jackets under the hot sun, and on that birch, clothes are worn, so that you can do your own work.
Whose essence, perhaps, is the wisdom of the people: accept everything, as it is due, as given by God, do not rush for nothing, do not show dissatisfaction in rubbish, multiplied by a slightly damp wine, do not interrupt the natural flow at the hour of that change, do not get nervous drive that sho not caught їх viperediti.
Here it is, looking at these people calmed down, bringing the spent jealousy to the soul.
Lastovinny new pіdіyshov to me, turning the sіrniki.
- Dyakuyu, - having said wine, anew lit up with a gap-toothed smile.
— That’s dumb for what, — I’m more like a turboless one, wanting to be sure that it’s false, that the false non-turboness only reinforces the undeserved importance of the former.
Vіn vytiag іz kishenі brown-red pack of "Aistri", simple-heartedly:
- Get ready...
Smoke "Astra" - you need a special sound. And not only to the fact that cigarettes are without a filter - if they were so famous: "Prima", as if they did not sacrifice their popularity through the government, be it best brands with a filter, - but here and more, maybe, more smut: why slander the Astra, for such a tyutyunnik - it’s not given to know anyone with curts: wood throat, oozing tongue, squeezing the chest to the weeping of tears, choking with a whoop and cough. I am also a person who regularly lives in the Astra - tse chicken! That sho porobish, yakscho th "Astra" nіnі deficit unbearable and seen for the good, but the zvichka - how can our people call ?!
Carefully, like a viper, do not worry, taking all the same thermonuclear.
- Well, it’s certainly not “Mark”, but all the tyutyun. You, maybe, do not smoke, but call, there are no others ...
Other bules in me - with a filter, but I slandered, thinking, I proponed you yoma at your own spirit, or else under a similar drive in the form of chastuvannya, zipsuyu and vladny moods, and yogo laughter - even more so diligently rozkuryuvav chergovy other cigarette box.
— Do you check? - nodding at the porosity, and marvelously, not seeing the fuss of my food, not choking my guilt with my banality in the door, not lashing out at me, not striking with a thought, - such a calm and welcoming thickness wow voice.
- I check ... - I humbly waited a while, seeing with my lips the hot island dim.
- And we happened to have an axle ... - I lied in the hand-rail with me on the hand-rail, having the upper hand. - Trochs stumbled. You didn’t get home for a day, but now it’s coming soon.
- Are you home? “Now I don’t even mention my empty food,” you could talk to him easily, just like that, without much thought.
- Dodomu, - vіdpovіv vіn. - Stepnyansky mi. Hutir Stepovy is not far from here, chuli? Five kilometers to cross over on that road, - he showed his hand to the opposite shore. - Here and let's go...
I hit my head, not telling myself what: either having confirmed my knowledge, or having voiced my ignorance. Ale vin, mabut, having taken my wind for the first time and health.
- Kamenyarov mi, chuli mabut? - I understood, roaringly began to explain:
- She is famous in this region. Long time ago didi, fathers. He's there, - nodding at the others, - brothers and sisters. He is Pavlukha, - pointing his finger at another such low and slender one, - then my dear elder brother. Petko and Vedmedic are cousins, and Vaska is even triple legal. My name is Filka, Philip means, hello to all Kamenshchikov.
- Are you on the same call? — navіshchos sleeping I.
— So, our kind is like that. Ale is not a wag, but a prize. And our praise is Zakharov. Tilki Vaska - Karasov, by mother, a rodak. Ale call us ussіh so sche prodіdіv.
I chuckled. Hasn’t the progressively progressive colonial system done such a thing yet?
- We have about half of the Zakharovs on our farm. How do you split? - continued wine. “We’re not like us, we’re prohvessiya, we’ve been taught from childhood, and no one can be better for us here. We put things at home, chlіgel, ovens - did they give us more secrets.
- Secrets? - I didn’t believe it, maybe, strongly sticking out a great person.
- How about? - congratulations to my lack of information Pilip. - Do not be a serious person without secrets. At the same time they ruined them, porozfukali, they called out to work all abi yak, through the stump of the deck, the axis and toil. Without secrets, what's the deal?
“So, obviously,” I waited pokіrno.
- Budinkіv mi here instructed the surroundings - darkness! Didam grow louder. Few kam'yanitsa lagodiv, more adobe and nabivnuha, ale trimmed the stench of their prohvessiya: churches were laid, in the place they were given to earn money. Now it’s easier: on the farms, it’s not only a matter of trying to put up booths, but to put up chains, and then all under the door, put on parkan, — you yourself don’t have prestige, wanting to have the right power of mastery. From the arrival of Proshka Antipov, the maid of our Mary godmother - the Kolgospny hillock from Lozivka - and ask: low, moving, bowing, but need, cotton, put a new booth, everything is already prepared: and material, and part. Well, we were glad, we were filled with salt and we went. You will see us for hundreds of kilometers, and they will know us there, call us. For tyzhden they set up a domina, they sang according to the curse on the road and home.
- For tyzhden? - I did not believe. - Great?
- Community! Ten by fourteen, at the top of the second! Hillock, you know, where to take it, what to youmu? - Zdivuvavsya to my anger. - And mi vzhd like this: if pratsyuvati, then the dawn came together from the dawn. We didn’t go to the abyss! I want to roam the same time.
And I thought: the goodness of our people is forever supported by the axis of the yogo vminnya "gumbling" like a head figure of the national character, ruins, with ashes. Ale, it’s true - without a hint of painting, wide ...
Sit in the office and talk about the people, consume it, the characteristic national rices for nekhtuvannyam and acknowledgment of the heights of the power of thoughts, and then cherish everyone, that having created the people - low and fluid, and, maybe, changed look at everything, fix one of them axis so with these lads, having set up for the day this very hulk-hulk, listen, about what it seems, wrapping a shovel around a box, drinking burners not for merry people, but for the znyattya in the small necessary part of the day lie, and on the wakeful forests, observing the fidelity to the given word and the evidence of a high vіdpovіdalnosti in front of the commanded by the grandfathers of pride in the calling, perhaps changing the tone, it would have changed the tricky verbal nonsense. And then the axis was called to the classics to melt quotes and write, you don’t need to know everything. But don’t respect yourself yourself, don’t pee, you won’t respect anyone.
Our people were rarely fed, as if they wanted wine, they offered everything, nothing for their bajans, and in their name they spit on a new one, it was accepted in their homeland to spit on their elder brother. At the same time, the democrats are already on the mountain, but all the same, faster, stronger, tenacious old party stars, do not show the zmina ensign, sit deeply ...
- Well, garazd, - Pilip checked his shorthand, spitting loudly at the new one, throwing water around the pier, jumping from the railing. - I'm going to my own, it's time ...
I have spoken. Vіn yshov through the widening of the pier, and I marveled at the new one and thinking anew about the ignorant for us, the people and the humiliation of the system, the city dwellers, but normal for these people, the rules and principles of life have long been split, and the system has voiced about the lack of such a long time and firmly, і, maybe, zovsіm is not a gift.
Kamenyarov! Chitko, clear and simple. We don’t call Zakharov anymore, we don’t call Zakharov anymore, we don’t speak abstractly, we often repeat it in a stately way, we repeat it with nothing significant, people. So, singsongly, and were given to us in front of nicknames in Russia. And now, there are fewer words of the silly, different, ambiguous, but no more accurate: Kamenshchikov, Stolyarov, Bezdelnikov, Fools.
Throwing a weight away, it became soaked in the face of her unfailing behavior, a cigarette, once again marveling at the pair that she took to the pier, and thought uncontrollably to herself: “Cikavo, how would our family take it? Father-in-law, until retirement, having worked in an important settlement as a lecturer, who delivered propaganda to the Regional Party Committee, having spread all my life to the audiences of other people's thoughts. My mother-in-law has been reading here. The druzhina is an observer of the silskogopodarsk editorial office on television, I myself am a philologist, I scribble on paper, but more often I conduct an endless dialogue with students, I instill that you should say “understandable”, and not “understand”, “darkly”. , and not “dark” and so far away, even though it’s honestly, and I myself don’t know why it’s right for myself this way, and not like that, I repeat only those who previously inspired other “knowers” of Russian language. no matter where you turn, sucile “la-la”, and father-in-law - “la-la”, and mother-in-law, and squad, and I myself - “la-la”. , and already, singsongly, more precisely, you don’t guess ...
Sometimes for a long time buzzing, changing the fairway. I marveled at the anniversary: more than a year has already passed, which means that the hour does not drag on so well, even though it seems that checks and nazdoganyat are the most busy thing ...
So, singly, Lyalyakina. Or maybe, the dacha is the most beautiful thing in our unreasonable hour on the right, people of that stake took up the yak in the sky, in which they sounded good їsti and richly mіrkuvati about the temple matter, inadvertently throwing off from their table like krihti to the people who are old wow. Perhaps, the time has come to try to please yourself, and not without reason rushing to the dacha of your father-in-law, having safely arrived to the pension coast, so that you want to serve you earlier? What if I want to bring my own power to the need? Grow up a tree, even if once in life skushtuvati vlasny tomato, cibulina, burning in pride, partake of the judgment with your ogirkom - what is not more accurate and more useful in life? Dribnitsa, it is possible, but majestic and all-powerful! And why is it so important, how can I say “understandable” and if I need to work, I will need it to work for everyone? I revealed my evil words from the mouth of my mother-in-law and laughed. No, it’s simply impossible with її illumination, but she didn’t see її, didn’t save the garden, turned away to her through the mustache of the maze of high mothers and went voluntarily, navit radio. And who knows any of the normal people to sue you?
It seems that the earth is the earth itself. She calms down and instills people's zeal, the shards are incorruptible and can be seen from hand to hand only through practice. So, you say nicely - far from the worst, - it’s not for nothing that wisdom was born: “Skilki don’t shout: halva, halva, there won’t be licorice in your mouth.” And we all scream, we tear our throats, we want to suffocate one by one, vvazhaemo for the right ones to yourself and the whole world is trying to steal your voice, and the evildoers already made a mass on the streets of the city. Ale needs a break for two or three skin locks in your dacha, land dealer, mains, factories, farms with a specific method - practice, like a follow! - you marvel, and bring someone to the need for it, it would become clear to everyone: who is doing the ration, and who is not. Only the axis of the crossing from one of our camps to the next one - tse, melodious, most important, least and unhandy, but for the rich, maybe, and impossibly ... And how can I know myself in this way?
Porom mooring, and I pishov to the car. Sivba for kermo. Having drunk Pilip's eyes once more. Vin was already standing with his brothers on board the ship itself and, perhaps, he was ready to leave, wanting to speak with them so unhurriedly, and I sat by the car and smoked gloomily. Only the dacha winding of the father-in-law was already not giving in to stupidity, old-man insanity, and I thought: even if it’s not enough - five acres for a family of six people, two children - twelve and fourteen years - they could decently practice and yak the axis is true yourself. , knowing self-reliance, what could we have done just like that, the robots and the beginning of the day and fifteen acres of land were taken to the melancholy of people. Who came up with so little and navіscho, like the townspeople have a ban? With what method is the land given so far away from the place, that a person without transport is embarrassed to immediately move? Chi so everything in tsimu naїvno that simple?
I guessed, like on the great one, thrown through the waters of the forgetful field of our boudinka, the fate of two zhuvav Buryans, waving at the sight of the people, and no one was able to do it until the spring, the meshkans themselves did not divide the yogo city, correcting the vcheni firmness that our people on earth do not want to practice. They still bang! And in less than a month it changed on the field, and all with shovels, by hand, but the earth became such a glance, fluffy - you can’t open an eye. First of all, the rubbish has appeared, the old-fashioned, already forgotten village rubbish - God forbid your little house to show itself as a harp for a susidskaya! - Ledar is here, as if on the valley, they will laugh at the sight, show a finger.
And, as a rule, the lumpen soul knew - dashed off "vis". On the white "Volz", having rushed the intercessor of the head to the rayvikonkom - to sort it out. Having climbed out of the car, having walked between even, glanced beds, marveling and okholov, waving his hand and moving. And everything, let's forgive it, showed up: no additional charges, no extensions, no huskies and no welds from the first drive. It’s true, even though some of the officials didn’t get into their beds, that strength didn’t show up in them anymore: they didn’t add anyone and the beds, like before, they didn’t yell, - the clock still changed and already in one tse varto was replaced.
Crossed over. For this reason, having overtaken the brothers for five hundred meters from the pier. The stench crept evenly, the feet of the tarpaulin chobits were softly waving in the dry wet sand, the little fountains beat the saw with their picks. Glancing, and, without knowing why, as if slyly saying to Pilip at the door of the apartment:
- Sit down, I'll take you to the farm. - And I needed to turn to the left for a pivkilometer and go down the river down the stream - to Novobudov dacha plots. Ale scho so zayvih two to five kilometers, as a soul to ask?
— Ta nі, not varto, navіscho squeeze? Philip smiled. “Your car still doesn’t fit everything, and we’re already at home here, what’s left here?” So scho, ring and be happy.
The stench came, and I, standing and wondering for a long time, agreed, as more and more, the stench rises to the pine forest, flocking less and less, turning into a single group. They walked, ob'zhdzhayuchi me, machines, pіdіymal in front of me the gloom of a whitish saw, where the other people sprang up, and I stood and marveled at them, until I knocked them out of the road at once.
It’s not enough just to plant a tree, dig a garden bed, put up a booth, you need to start thinking, to become among your people.
Divnomorsk, spring 1991
Beregoviy Oleksiy Grigorovich, member of the Conference of Writers in Russia since 1991, prose writer, publicist. From September 1993 to April 2009 - Member of the Board of the Rostov Regional Department From May 2009 to July 2011 - v.o. head of the board of the Rostov regional department of the Writers' Union in Russia. New Year 2011 - the head of the board of the Rostov Regional Branch of the Writers' Union of Russia. Member of the Board and Secretary of the SP of Russia Zhive near Rostov-on-Don.
Vitayu)
I want to share my story ... I’ll start from the cob) With Andriy, I’m learning the river, I was like in our bottles that we step by step became closer one to one. For 3-4 months, we didn’t give simple meals ... then, step by step, they came far and wide ... here for 8 hours 9 months we ate only one skinny.
I told you at the very beginning of our stosunkiv that while I myself will not decide that we will not have sex. Vіn zrozuіv .. all the same, divi always be afraid of the first time. And you just needed to grow one ruh and everything)
And so, on the cob of wormwood, I went for a month to the sea ... until we left, we were home with him that after my arrival we would be the first time. All mind you. I realized that I won’t have such a chance anymore, that you don’t need to worry about those who don’t need to come, you can relax + bath and sanitary wash є) the axis on your own and virish ... nothing until the first time I stupidly couldn’t fall asleep, I was more afraid, but the bula is ready to go, really ready)
І so that day, but on 07/21/2012, we came to my grandmother’s home until the afternoon ... I thought that I might tighten it up in a light way and shave it on the right) ale vine pobachiv for me, I’m trochy on the right) We marveled a little, went crazy, prepared insults at once, and then in the evening, spoke a lot ... I was so relaxed and happy at such a simple conversation ... and then they said something like that, I didn’t show it, I gagged you with my kiss and here we are resentment wound up quickly and went to the bedroom and began to properly wear clothes one from one, to kiss and cherish one to one, which was already called for us on the right ... Let's say the penis is great and I was afraid that it would be even more sore. Ale, I was more awake and smutted and relaxed and there was no fear ... as a result, if I went to the right until the next moment, I kissed and whispered in my ear so low "I love you, my, zaya, I love *" and zaishov ... bіl boov not even strong and blood didn’t flare up, and then after a few seconds it became more pleasant ... after all, we lay down and trembled by the hands and repented) didn’t say not a word alone to one) whilin 10) then we won the first pishov at the bath, and I I was lying in joy and my happiness, tears flowed from me, before I cried in joy.
Because of what we can see, only the blues ruled until grandmother came often to the alai not only to make love) it’s important for me that our blues didn’t waste what was up to it, we’re so hot with him, splkuє mosya years, we have not spent what was between us and it was simply miraculous. I don't mess with anything.
I hope everyone will go ahead for love and with a person you can imagine your friend's life)
My father is always standing up for me. We find the best, we find the best, we find the best. In a word, by ourselves. Until the age of twelve, thirteen, I loved yoga, like a father's daughter. And then, after that, as my menstruation began, my breasts began to grow, I ... I realized that now I adore yoga not like a father, rather, not only like a father ...
It so happened that we seldom succumbed to our matir. Natalia Sergievna constantly changed her mind at business meetings, at ceremonies, at business lunches. Every time my mother spent a day, a maximum of two, in a family camp, then she would not let go of the handset for the whole hour, and the presence was more visual. The firm trading in indestructibility brought in a solid income, and like a good business lady, mothers have been writing on the whilins all day. Unfortunately, only a few were added, no more than the most appointed one hour a day.
Batko buv її completely proliferated. Vin also worked as a food safety consultant at the great shopping complex. Having earned wine decently, but the earnings of yoga are much more equal in the same day with the incomes of the squad. That one is not happy, having shown your guilt. So, with Irishka, my young sister, I was like a dad, miraculously coping with his shoes. Already in five years of the father's day, I went to the school of modern dances, started to "vіdminno", not a small marriage of the father's caress. I grew up, and I began to giblet all the clothes of my mother - the father's squad. I erased yoga whiteness, prepared insults, helped with Irinka. Vranci tied up the father's bed, and smacking her cheek, wanted good luck ... Robly everything, I started to feel not only like a daughter. And now I marveled at the new one, not more like a dad.
Now, at my fifteen, I looked overhead. Dovge is hairy, a headless little bitch figure (the dances didn’t go for nothing), a prettier, funnier face. In the wake of the chanuvals, there was no fight, but with all the eyeballs, I didn’t hurry to get a lad. As for my shanuvalniks, they called out sympathy for me, then there was no more sympathy. And what is such sympathy in the wild feelings of love, that devotion, like I saw to the only person for me - my dad. І vin true buv gіdniy tsgogo wild obozhnuvannya. It looked like youmu couldn't give you thirty-six. Looking out way younger. High age, dovgі m'yazovі legs, strong hands. I have often shown how my hands clasp my body, push against my breasts, squeeze my hardened nipples with my fingers.
Vranci I also saw off the father, the axis only changed the nature of the farewell. Wrapping around Yogo with my hands, I huddled up to the new one with all my body, vigilantly awakened, gently poking at the lips of Yogo pіdboriddya or shiї. If I got the volume, and father, I realized that my kitty was already waking up. Zayshovshi at the bath, standing zbudzhuyuschey smell of YOGO lotion after the fire, I brought myself to lack of self-confidence, playing with my crotch and mottled breasts. At qi hvilini, I forgot what my father is, what is VIN, what I take in my life in my bed, at the bathroom, on the bed.
And one day, after we had washed my dad, we’d strip him at the crack of the door, I realized that I couldn’t bear it any longer, and I got carried away ... I dared to calm down my dad. Having greatly relieved the appointment of the mother for twenty days at the Chergovy retraining. Peace began.
The father of that day, having arrived, as if it were, close to the last evening. I stood in front of him at the see-through top and short backs, dressing up my panties under her, so that I wouldn’t catch anything. Curving on the steel, I twirled and so and so, but the father didn’t manage a great enmity. Until now I went to the booth of antrohi without worrying, I’m not like that. After the evening, the father, as if having taken a shower, having taken care of Irishka, and sitting on the sofa, there was a TV set.
Pidsіvshi, I squeezed tightly to the new one.
- Hug me, tattoo! - I pouted my lips. - You haven’t killed anyone for so long! Don't you love your Anzhu?
Without saying anything, my father hugged me by the shoulder and smacked my top.
- I love you. – quietly whispering wine.
I realized that I’m starting to wake up properly, seeing the proximity of such a beautiful bazhany body. Hunched over even more, I threw one leg over the new one. The first whistle of the malt rolled over the body, praising all my stature. Oh gods, I want yoga! A wild thought flashed through my head. Ale, my father, sitting in nothing, didn’t know anything, but didn’t show that he was watching. Bending my leg to lie on his knees, I, as if inadvertently, ran him over his penis. It was calm there. Ale, it was easier to see that I didn’t feel bad, circling my hand around him, I invariably smacked him on my chest, seeing that dot in my panties, everything got wet. I don’t know why it was skinned, yakby without ringing the phone. Having opened my embrace, my father got up and went to the phone, and I, unable to stream anymore, rushed to the bath, pestying my breasts and two kitty with my fingers, I recognized a strong orgasm, and after it another one.
If I lay down in my bed, by my own room, with a quiet hill, I entrusted Irishka, I realized that I would not fall asleep. At my thoughts, I nursed my dad, like a roar, kicking at his majestic bed ... And I’m alone there. The wake-up didn’t let me sleep, and I didn’t fall into the black vir for another year, so that I could spend the year again in wild torment, as the body did, as it demanded love.
About the third year of the night I gave up. Having risen from the bed, I quietly made my way to the room to the father. Father slept, lying on his back, I literally watched his calm, peaceful breath with a shkir. The thin carpet was thrown sideways, and my glance made my man's body more beautiful, more naked, so as not to spoil the swimming trunks. Three times in the wake of zbudzhennya, I fully went to bed and carefully strength to the її edge. On me, and on my father, there were only thin panties, and I felt my lower skin stretched out in the cold. Having died for a moment, to calm my heart, which was beating wildly, I extended my hand and carefully pushed the pad of the tata, no reaction, all the same peaceful breath. My palm already slicked forward and carefully touched my penis. Batko simply ran away, shuddering with his whole body, but he didn’t throw himself over. Having finally moved to the bed, I fully lowered my swimming trunks, and at my glance my penis was seen, like trochs rising in the presence of a rush of blood.
Carefully, so as not to wake up the father, I took my yoga member and started massaging properly. Vіn pozhvavlyuvavsya just on the eyes, rising and zbіlshyuyuchis at the roses. I was stunned by the new wild awakening, I cautiously leaned forward and took my penis by my mouth. The new ones suddenly choked me, zmushyuyuchi quietly stop in the face of the annoyance. I robbed the blowjob quietly, carefully, trying not to wake up the tata, massaged his testicle with one hand, and woke myself with the other. Batko stole the wind, tremtiv and screamed, maybe youma had an erotic dream at the same time, I figured out that you could throw yourself in, be it like a mit, but you couldn’t, she didn’t want to. Once in a while my body was cowardly with orgasms, which went like whistles one after another, and while my father cut off, shooting me with sperm right in the throat, I sang about ten times. Visnagena, but happy, I broke down to myself and fell into a deep, mystical sleep.
The next day, on Saturday, becoming a father, I became lower and lower, I shot Yogo in the kitchen in a short red dressing gown, and didn’t wear anything in front of me. Eating his beloved manna porridge, the father looked at me for the whole hour with his wondrous eyes.
- Listen, Ange, - nareshti called vin, - you didn’t dream about this night, hmm, well, uh ... Wonderful dreams?
- No, that's it. - Zrobivshi innocent eyes vіdpovіla I, - What about you, did you dream?
Raptom znіyakovіvshi, batko pochav folded shvidko like a silly rozpovid about those who are in bachelor’s dream of an old friend, and still like a drіbnitsa. Ale, I understood the smut, I saw the dreams of my bachelor. Vernishe yourself and me. I realized, I realized that I was starting to win.
Sitting like that, so that you could see it miraculously, I shamelessly threw my legs over my legs, not talking about those whose eyes are right on the forehead of the poor tattooed, seeing that they are screaming. Yogo intris, having fallen off, obviously confirmed by a majestic mound at the pants, which wine could not show me in all beauty, just standing up. And I enjoyed myself, trembling yoga in the kitchen, sounding lower, and talking about all sorts of dribnitsy. Having drunk enough, I went to my room, and having put on my father's jacket, I sip the grapes from the hut. I reached my head, having sipped my wife, and not my daughter, having inadvertently shrugged, moreover, it didn’t get any less.
In the evening, my father arrived as if it were warm, feeling the creak of the yoga Volvo galms, I jumped in by the bath, threw off my shorts and top, and wetted myself in the shower, taking a towel in my hand, drank, until the door of the ice clanged a little. Whipping my naked soul, I appeared right in front of my father. I remembered from satisfaction, like a quick wine pierced my beauty, and like a yogo was thrown into a fever.
Not particularly crying, I went to my room and mended the doors. Having listened, I sensed in front of Yogo a sigh and mumbling about "Godly girl, what to bring Yogo to sin", and laughed.
Zustrichayuchi dad in the kitchen, I again put on a dressing gown, and crushed thin panties from below. Old man viyshov s soul, clothes for his beloved shorts and a T-shirt.
- Listen, daughter, - having said vin yak bi mіzh іnshimi, - We need a little talk with you.
- I have all the respect, I’m tattooed, - sivshi on the contrary, I didn’t remember anything, they put it on the steg of the dressing gown. - What do you want to talk about?
- Rozumієsh, Anzhe, - after tasting some wine, - Remember, we spoke to you about those who are already a girl, and I can’t bathe you anymore, that else ...
- That's right, I remember - I confirmed and threw my legs, exposing them even more.
- Well, from e ... - Seeing the father rapt choked, - you know, you could have spoken at home like a bi tse to say ... Well ... More to you, chi sho.
I bachila, how important it is to give my father a rose, and it was even more fun for me.
- Now? - I innocently slept, and then - I blew, dad clearly put the food near a deaf kut.
- Well, it’s necessary ... For that, schob, nuu ... - having begun to mumble, I already regretted that I had started my rose father.
- Father! - I tweeted, - Do you want to tell me what I'm going to wake you?
- Ni! What are you? - unsupported sharply wiggling vin. - How did you feel like thinking? Obviously, no.
- Well, what's the food for? - I laughed and appeared at my room.
Batko didn’t say anything, just finished drinking his tea, but he blew a breeze.
After the evening at three; I, the father of that Irinka, were watching the television. Irinka stooped to the tat from one side, and I from the other side, gradually pushing up to the first one with her chest, then with her bare leg. The result is not zmusiv on itself for a long time. Sports tatov_ shorts pochav v_dtyaguvati like an awake organ. Irinka was completely covered with clay by the cartoon, and I myself am my father. Leaning my head on his shoulder, I pomited my lips to him with my lips, and vіdchula, shuddering like wine at the caresses, and the hump in my shorts bulged at the roses. Dihannya old man was beaten, and he was tensed up. On my rozcharuvannya traditional for us three " Nadobranich", they missed it, and dad, taking Irishka, put me to bed. I didn’t go out of the TV, clicking the channel button on the remote control, but I didn’t play anything there, I checked, if I turn around, dad, if I can again burn up and with your sticky body Ale this year, without haste, it seems, Irishka zasinala, and his voice, so licorice, flowing with reading fairy tales, began the whole neskіchennіst.
Nareshti Irishka fell asleep, and father Viyshov, ale, looking at me, I said, that today it is necessary to lie down earlier and destroying yourself. I realized that this year it is still possible to lie down and later, and spend an hour with my daughter, so it’s not enough not to drink your mother, so now the father is still ticking. Ale, the father is reluctantly reluctant to go to sleep, and tomorrow he is ready to spend the whole day with his daughters. Feeling about it, I waited, and a plan was born in my head, which I decided to lead me to victory.
Having spoken to my sister about the attack, I voiced my father that we want to swim in the pool. We had a pretty decent pool, not a deep truth, but we could see it in the grip. Batko waited a while, only remembering that I would already write an insult, more than I needed to remind you. Until the appointed hour, I threw myself into the pool, guarding, as if working on waist-deep tato, graciously yogo bazhanim body, and helping in the world of possibilities, now bringing a hose, now giving the keys.
With his roses, the father had mercy, and the pool was filled with enough for one to swim there, only until the fourth year of the evening. Taking my sister with me, I dressed her in a bathing suit, and changed myself. Vibran my swimsuit, the deakіy literature used to call it "strings". Vіn more vіdkrivav vіdkrivаї ї prinadі, nіzh prihovuvav їх, rolyachi less erotic and bazhanіshimi. If I went to the pool, Irishka splashed there already with full force, dousing with the breezes of a brave father, which shtovkhaє її swimming balloon. Yak vin garniy buv at the whole moment, like bazhany. Looking at myself, I threw off my dressing gown with one hand, and stood in front of the tat at my new bridesmaid. Yogo laughed to the beat, but then we felt again. Thoughts, I already knew that today would be mine. Today and not a day later...
Stribnuvshie near the water, I leaned in order with Irishka and father, coming up to their fun. In the morning we had a lot of fun, then we tried to "drown" the father, as a result of which, I didn’t have an orgasm, sticking with yoga body, that th wine also seemed to wake up. Close to the highway, Irishka not far stumbled over the edge of the pool and the water tumbled. Having cleared her throat, she declared that she was tired and did not want to swim any more. I said to my father that I’m going to get into it all by myself, and I licked off the water, a wet bathing suit, not grabbing anything now, not dark nipples, not my clean wavy pussy. The father was clearly deceived by such a look, and if I marveled at you in the eyes, I stalked the banquet there, let it go wine negainoly and lowered my eyes.
- Don't go like that, I'm fast. - I whispered to youma about virushing from Irka to the booth.
If I turned around, my father was still in the pool, and again gave me an adoring look. A dance of red wine appeared in Yogo's hands, yaku wine, maybe, distav from the bar. I povіlno kovznula near the water. Both of us moved, moving freely around the pool, not rushing and not getting closer between one and the other, approaching only to pass one to one a platter of wine. If she made a mistake, I got up to put her on the tiles that frame the pool, but she slid out of her hands, and hitting against the railing of the exits, she broke. Instinctively, having killed a rock, I made another crumb, until the gathering, rozumіychi, that it’s not safe to walk around the pool on the main slope, and tsiєї mitі vіdchula hosts bіl at the foot. Shouting softly, I stretched to my feet, but without priming my jealousy, I began to fall. At the same time, I felt my father’s strong hands on my own, that they pissed me off. Batko took me in his arms and wiyshov from the pool. Laying me down on a rose-covered carpet on the grass, tying my foot and carefully twisting a small fold from it.
- No big deal, Ange, just a little tinkerer. - Calm down my father, - I'll bring a first-aid kit at once and ...
Having changed my look, I was surprised at my penis, which was standing as a dibka. I didn’t give up the hour, I was strong, I hugged the father with my hands around the neck, and I kissed him hotly, resigning at the heat of my body. For the next hour I’ll be dead, then we’ll send you to my kiss, but I’ll see you again.
- What are you robish, Ange? - With the blessings of the voice, having quenched the wine, - You are my daughter.
- I want you Tatko! - Upevneno I said, - I want already for a long time, I love you, but not like that, like a father's daughter. So how does a woman love a man.
- Why? - widely zdivuvavsya vin, - Why can't you know your coeval? Clap?
- Because I love you, Dad! - Ledve not crying, I thought I did, - I love ...
I again fell to the new one with all my body, vp'yavshissya at his own ruin, and wine could not stand up. Father is back. Yogo's hands closed on my waist. And I stroked Yogo Omryane's body, poking him with kisses. For a short while, I overcompensated for my addiction. Having lowered my swimming trunks, I robbed Yogo's stone member and began to masturbate Yogo in full, stomping in hot tata kisses. Rozum literally hung on a hairline over the crack of madness. Yogo lower, my hands fully twisted my body, weaving with swollen rukhs. If my fingers went to my naked pussy, I couldn’t take in the long thick stack, my fingers kicked under the wife of thin fabric and, having crossed over, that I was zbudzhena, they properly forged in the middle. Ale znenatska father raising his hand.
- You're unoccupied. - Quietly whispering in my ear, kissing him gently.
- I saved myself for you. - At the tone of youmu vіdpovila I. “Take me, I can’t do this any longer,” I whispered in a piercing voice, and after listening to me.
Turning me on my life, my father said, I got up and bent my legs in knees, which I crushed, resting my twisted hands on the ground.
- Do not boast, you will not be sicker, I know that I am shy! - whispering my Daddy.
I knew the truth and did not hurry. Vіn tsіluvav me zzadu, pestil my breasts, swiping on my pussy member, as if reconciled.
- Come on! - I shouted, being already on the border of lack of self-confidence. I was given, as if the fault is not at once engendered in me, my penis, everything is in my sleep.
Ale vin did not listen to me, continuing his lower caresses, and I could only stop and call, checking, if vin saw me. Ale wine without entering, not pripinyayuchi their caresses, and I povnistyu v_dala yoga hands, forgetting about everything. Having lost a few times a member of my wake-up call, I screwed up the head of a member of her, and drove him into the middle of me. A bundle of feelings, I knew when I knew it, I forcibly strayed. Ledve youmu varto was instilled in me, as I screamed, I couldn’t see the pain, the orgasm, which shattered me all. That dad did not think to zupinyatisya. Quite frankly, without sticking your penis in until the end, starting to open up my pussy. My father didn’t break, I didn’t feel the pain, only the strangers felt like they’d be salted ... With my piss, which tightly slaps my penis, I saw all the ruhi in the middle of me. Now the father has crouched down, and his organ has begun to get bogged down on the floor. My clenched teeth vibrated with a fleeting stogin, teeth like I was no longer in my mind. Nahilivsya forward, papa began to bite my neck, overnight nurturing my lower boobs, hvilina of such caresses, and I screamed again in a strained orgasm, so that barking Susidsky dog.
Having brightly stroked my penis with his own divergent ones, having struck me with my father, I lay flat on my back, spreading my legs wide, and I resurfaced before me, calling out a new splash of salt. At such a station, I began to show affection to yoga, poking my nose into yoga. After three hvilins of such caresses, we were offended at once, I saw a hard strum of baked sperm, which shot into my puss, and the winds of a wild orgasm were again thrown. Mitsno obiyavshi one of one, mi dovgo kіnchali, listening to the orgasm in the body of one of one. Nearly ten more hvilins lay on the wet sweat and saw carpets, pests one of one.
- Were you well? - dbaily asking Batko.
- Like never Daddy. - I exclaimed widely.
- You're not wrong? - I slept again.
- No way I'm sorry about it. – not zamislyuyuchis vіdpovіla i nizhno kissed yoga on the lips.
I spent two unforgettable days in the father's arms. We loved one doba without interruption, dad forgetting about the robot, I'm talking about school. The few docks were calmed down, and bula Irishka was instructed. Ale varto just fall asleep, or go to school ... We rushed one on one like that, I don’t walk around ten rocks, no less. Ale, after seventeen days, the father said that tomorrow mothers would come. And if she comes, we may be stunned, and no longer continue this. I got along. I’ll leave our nothing, singsongly, I won’t forget in any way. Stilki nizhnosti bulo tsієї night, stiltki kohannya, scho won't live in my heart. And it was true that our rest of nothing appeared. Then my mother came. Vaughn nibi schos vіdchula, and often began to be at home. A lad appeared at me without a hitch, for whom I will sweat and marry. Already already guilty of me guessing my beloved tata.
Ninі me already twenty vіsіm rokіv. I have a wonderful person and two children, Olenka and Pavlo. We often bachimosya with fathers. Father and at once looking young for his time, and I still love yoga ... After our last night, we didn’t have more sex, and for the most part we didn’t think about being alone. Only once, as we know recently, I crooked my palm.
- Tell me, Ange, do you remember? – quietly asking wine.
- I remember. I remember, it was bad yesterday. – I said softly.
- You're not wrong? – I asked the wine again.
- I'm sorry that it ended so quickly, and that the share made us with you, dad, that daughter. - I said - Aje, I love you dosi.
Marusya was left alone. None of the relatives wanted to take a grown-up girl to their age. Marusya recently called thirteen. The mustaches hit their heads, clattered and took pity on the girl, gave her chocolates, but they didn’t want to take them home.
Mami's sister, aunt Marina, said that she herself had two spinogris, which is a third. Double-cousin Lyuba, until such a stink with the fathers they went to visit, they always helped them as much as they could, so she didn’t take the girl to her. Why did not explain. Tata's brother is alive in the night, perhaps, not knowing that there is no more brother.
Marusya was brought to the porch. There were three girls in the room with her, two of them were the same for a century, and one girl was two years older, and they explained that the older girl would soon be transferred to another room.
New girlfriends sipped Marusya to show off, de far, de pochinkova kіmnata, de library. They didn’t feed the stench, de її fathers and it was good, because Marusya was not ready to respond to the food. His mouth twisted in a happy way, his voice began to tremtіti and tears flowed by themselves from the eyes.
Three times a year later, the guardian Inna Ivanivna came and led the girl to the farthest place, because the insults were already gone, and she was hungry.
Having passed a month, Marusya called to order in the porch, navit navіt їi podatisі and іnоdіїm they were allowed to take a walk around the place. At night, Marusya began to sleep and mayzhe stopped crying into the pillow for her mother and tatom.
As if the older girl began to tease її.
Your relatives have left you, you are terrible, ha, ha, ha!
It’s not like that,” Marusya wept, “the stench is gone.
The stench flowed in at you, so that you don’t bachit, - the girls laughed.
No, the stench has perished, been smashed by a car, ”Marusya shouted.
Marusya found herself lying in bed in the room, a nurse was sitting with her, and one of the nurses in the room.
pissed off? Should it hurt? the nurse was sleeping.
The head is going to be confused, - whispered Marusya.
Well, it’s not surprising, you hit your head hard, if you lost your knowledge, - the woman gently stroked her head.
I remember that I cried, - said the girl.
Lie down, don't get up, otherwise you might get hotter, - said the nurse and went.
Late in the evening, the girl herself came to Marusya, and they laughed at her.
Vibach us, we wanted to fire, we didn’t think it was like that, ”one of them said winey.
Nothing, - whispered Marusya.
How do you call? - Powered by another girl.
Are you going to beat us? True, we didn’t want to impersonate you so much, we didn’t know about your fathers, they just shouted, ”said the first girl.
So. I got you through,” Marusya said.
Three days later, Marusya felt better, and she was allowed to get up from her bed. Vaughn immediately went to the library to sit there and read a book.
At this hour a girl came in, like she came to vibachat.
Hello, I have a surprise for you,” she said.
Yaky? - Marusya slept.
I peeped at your special office to see that you have that uncle's address. My girls wrote to me of the sheet and wine vіdpovіv, that they didn’t know about the tragedy with their brother, and that I’ll come and take you from the porch.
Is it true? Will Uncle Mishko come for me? - greeted Marusya.
So! - The girl smiled.
The days of Marusya are now embellished with the eyes on the arrival of the uncle. As if, following the snidanka, the cultivator came to the room and said.
Marusya, they came to you.
Come on, take care of yourself! - The vikhovator did not begin to reveal the secret.
Marusya recognized her kohan uncle from afar.
With a cry of "Vedmedic!" Vona rushed at the youmu at Shia. Vіn having hugged the girl, pressed her to himself, then looked away marveling at her.
Well, you have become great, Marusko! - having washed away the wines in a choked voice, - bіzhi, choose speeches, you will come with me.
Marusya ran away in a sack to the room, picked up some simple belongings, kissed her wives around the room. Went to uncle. On pіvdorozі schos guessed and ran to older girls.
Thank you! - she hugged her colossal krivdnitsa.
Are you going? - The girl nodded at the bag.
So, my uncle came for me, - Marusya said radiantly and once again hugged the girl.
Marusya went to live with her uncle at Pivnich, where the new bole had that daughter, who warmly received the girl. And the documents for the adoption of wines, having issued the trochs by the year.
I'm not an idiot either. For you, everything can look like chaos, but I know for sure what is in me, what to lie. I have a miraculous memory.
Vaughn pressed her fingertips to my forearm and sighed.
I don't think you are an idiot. Ale bula pevna, I will notice the following.
I became stroking the bottom internal billїї stegna, she threw her head back and gasped. I didn’t hasten to continue, enjoying the warmth of її shkіri with sounds, like you’ve seen it, watching me right away to everything that happened to her. The skin was smooth and springy, like a drum. My hand shifted more and more, more and more, and I tried to calm my mad heart, so that it knocks without respecting me, if it beats me. But the sounds, as if she had seen them, made me rush forward. Vaughn just like that, like me, dreamed about it? Is she ready to get to know me closer?
What's your name? - Vaughn was sleeping, and Nemov shot, I was scorched by the fire. My hand was under her back, but she didn’t know what to call me. - What suits you, if the sir turn before you?
Wanting to have a healthy mindfulness in me and I should have been dominating in the bedroom, but I didn’t want to, so she would call me something else, not by name. I stuck my fingers under the thread.
Alexa, - v_dpov_v I, stroking її folds uphill and down, squeezing closer to her and inhaling її smell.
Vaughn gasped, why did I say obscenity.
Oleksandr.
I'm dead. No one, my dear motherland, without calling me Oleksandr, ale those, as if with her lazy, sexy manners, sang my name, as if “to work for me”, I didn’t become correct. I know my clitoris by twisting my finger. Vaughn arched her back.
Vaughn ran her hands over my hair while I lifted my back to the waist.
Oleksandr, - Vaughn whispered, why my penis became hard. I have passed down to the bottom for my erection. Yak, the devil take it, can you be so firm and not fight through the bleeding of the brain? - And what if you want to see? - Asked out. Ale, I knew what was going on. My eyes were clouded, I was addicted, and she spurred her hand along my width, smearing a glare to reach my penis.
I glanced over my shoulder.
No one dares. Only you. - I pulled on the mesh, it was necessary for me to get to the її kitska. I felt a crackle, if I ripped my panties, why did I catch it again, and for the first time I myself thirsted for such a stogin. - You happen to be quiet. I know it won't be easy for the one that I'm going to fuck you hard and make you want to scream. Hello, you can stream.
Vaughn shook her head defiantly.
You are such a self-singer, Mr. Knightley.
I will bring it. - Vaughn let go of my penis, I saved my gamanets and revealed a condom. Himself rozkotiv latex, її hands on my penis, I would simply not show it, and so it was on the border, to that I went її pіd stegna and pressed it to the wall.
Ready? - I asked.
Better if you try.
Little witch. I'll show you how right men fuck.
I was in her at the moment when she grabbed me by the shoulders, through which my eyes widened and panic began to tremble in them. I knew that she couldn’t stream and not shout, now she understood the same.
I zavmer, deeply zanourissed with her, we instantly squinted one on one, usvіdomlyuyuchi, scho us vіdbuvaetsya. We offended whom they wanted, demanded sex. For the first time, they beat one another, they collapsed on their own until the first moment. And all the invisible words of Nareshti appeared in our link. Chi didn’t look, didn’t dotik, didn’t kiss. My legs were parted, and my penis was in the middle of it. There was no way back. I first understood the meaning of intimate sex. I understand that the intimacy of sex is not connected with daily clothes, it is more than richly connected with others. Having crossed the line between them, we behind them mended the doors in front of the world's curtain, and here we were only two - Violet and I. I was united.
I started collapsing enough, wandering around, without losing my tight pussy, but I needed to collapse. I needed to be squeezed to the wall with my member. I dug in the guise of її shyu, trying to drown out the damp haze, not trusting that I can stream.
Oleksandra, - she whispered out into my ear, as if I had seen someone once more, so deeply, she was tighter. I dreamed about this moment for a long time, manifesting, bazhav, but reality showed up richly better, richly shorter, lower I instantly revealed myself.
I also wanted to, so that she knew that she was precisely checking this moment, dreaming and fantasizing about him, like I was fucking the wall at my office. I wanted to sing from my side such a vіdguk, that tightness, like I saw the rest of the days, that it was not only from my side. It was necessary for me, so that she greeted me, gave up. She squeezed my hair harder, wanting my body to relax in my hands. Vaughn gave up, handing over her control to me, moving in the struggle and watching such a fight in me, like me. Tse bula was a right win.
I started to collapse my coat, it ruffled my breasts, stared at the ruffs from the shirts of my wife and girls. Lord, I wanted so badly that she was undressed in front of me. I wanted so badly that I would get out if I would have wetted my nipples. Vaughn nastіlki, the devil take it, strangely reacted to all my troubles, I knew that in a few seconds I would start to call and bless about the sound. Yakby in me was more than an hour old, I’m ready to spend time with my body, my tongue, longing for a skin-smooth little place, and I’m peven, that you will finish such little places richly. Її іdealna tight kitska bula was less than the tip of the iceberg, I'm at tsomu peven.
Have you been so wet all hour? Ready to have sex at any hour? - having drunk, I forcibly wimming the skin word. - What for me?
Don't be snarky, - she whispered. - Please, God, don't freak out.
"No for what in the world!" I can’t imagine for a moment that less could be maddening. I wanted to dig into it and lose it there for a long time, have sex with her, watch the miracle of forging, while I’m more fluffy with quilts, see if I’ll see to do it deeply, for all that I can demand.
My breath became urivchast, it deeply dug its nails into my shoulders, my whole body tensed up, leaning up to me, my mouth bulged, my eyes flattened out, I may have lost control over it, my pussy began to pulsate on my penis. Damn, I so wanted to feel that scream. I’m embarrassingly embarrassing that this office, dictating my mind, I’ve been getting a little embarrassed, I’ve started to work more and more, guarding, as if with a blissful smile came to you, then I shook my head and lowered my cheeks hole to my pidboriddya. The whole flooring was naming and sexy, that I beat with the rhythm.
Ale, I haven’t finished with her yet. I really wanted to, so that she realized what I was building, that I was not just a vipadkovy fuck, that I was not just a lad, that she worked with me. I had a need, so that she would remember me for a long time, so that her sex would become forever in her memory, so that I could instantly spit on her like a rank, like she spit on me. I stopped fighting for the bajans until Violet King. I'm just waking up, tinkering with all my bugs.
Vaughn went wild, and judging by that, as її kitska again began to squeeze around my penis, I realized that I could protrimatische, zmushyuyuchi її stop again. I twirled the buckles and її look, spovnenie panic, staring at mine.
No, I just don’t know, - said the woman, rolling her head.
Alexandre, I can't.
Vaughn squeezed my shoulders, even though my body was relaxed. She was again seen by me, giving me the opportunity to give my onset orgasm, and it was the most sexual sight. I lowered my head, kissing her, trying to take some inch of opportunity to get back with her.
