- Sergey Rosedkin -
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1 2 3	ALL TO KILL IT IS IMPOSSIBLE The scenario LEADING ROLES Anton, 40 years. Belief, his wife; years 36, it is pretty — it is typical. Natashka, their daughter; 13 years. The sonny Patsanchik The girl Mordovorot 1 On the screen — a dagger in a circle: an optical sight. He "rummages": flash close up green trees, columns, trolley buses and cars. But here in a sight there is a private residence wall, the tablet with gold letters — «Administration …» And, at last, doors: massive, solid, with the twisted bronze handle. Behind a shot all time is heard heavy breath of the aiming. The sight shudders, fluctuates. There pass some seconds. But here doors reveal. Are shown a little chinovnyh people in ties, jackets, with folders and attaches-cases in hands. In the group centre one is allocated — important, grey-haired, massivno-fat, Impressive. The others as though round it, listen to each word, gesture. Go, exchanging words, to cars. The sight follows them. All same painful breath behind a shot. The group at two foreign cars stops. The dagger, having danced, rests in Impressive. Aiming takes a deep breath, holds the breath and shoots. At the moment of a shot the sight twitches, and at once it is visible, as has seized for a shoulder and the person near to Impressive was sharply bent. Still the shot there and then follows. And more. And more. Bach! Bach! Bach! After the second shot other person — again not Impressive — jumps up and, having seized for a head both hands, falls backwards. And only the third and fourth bullets hit the mark. Impressive after the third shot, having dropped a folder, catches at the left hand above an elbow, and after the fourth — heavily falls on knees, utykaetsja a forehead in asphalt and slowly overturns sideways. Terrible panic. Shouts. Someone has bent down, having closed a head, someone in a tetanus, someone has rushed to run. All it is visible through a sight. 2 "INTERIORS" of the MANY-STOREYED HOUSE. The sight vanishes. Shooting jumps from knees. The chamber continues to look his eyes. It — on a transitive street balcony, approximately on 10‑11‑м a floor. He sees, how on other party of street in the raised group of its people have noticed, show hands in its party. It is developed and promptly jumps out on a dirty dark ladder with ragged walls, runs downwards. We "run" together with it: one flight, the second, the third, the fourth … Turn on a transitive street balcony at height of the fifth floor. Heavy breath, vshlipy the running. Door in platform. Other door, with a hole in the bottom part, in one more platform. On the left the third door — in a corridor. It — long, gloomy: on forty metres one small window and one bulb. It is one of modern experimental houses of koridorno-section type. Doors of apartments to the right and on the left. We "Run" on a corridor. To the right a penultimate door, on the enamel unpretentious tablet number — 93. Convulsively jumping hand puts a key in one lock, opens, then other key — in the bottom lock. Gets not at once. The door swings open. 3 APARTMENT. The person runs in, slams a door with noise, turns both locks from within on all turns, covers with a chain, pushes a powerful iron bolt. Rejects a bunch of keys on a shelf. Leans back in exhaustion a back on a door, zakashlivaetsja. We at last see his face: thin, painful, with the badgered sight broken by a nose. Its dark hair wet locks have stuck round a sweaty forehead. It is dressed in a cowboy shirt and worn jeans. The unusual door is evident — it all is crossed by thick metal strips. As gate in a fortress. The person (it is Anton) tensely listens to that occurs behind a door. There while — silence. 4 CORRIDOR. There has passed some time. The door of 93rd apartment from both parties, having nestled on a wall, has people in the civilian and the militian form. In hands — pistols, automatic machines. The neighbour's door — obliquely from 93rd-hardly is slightly opened on a chain, the curious eye therefrom looks out. The captain of militia. Last time is warned: leave! We will blow up a door! Because of a door of 93rd the shot — through roars. The captain. What we will do, a companion the colonel? The colonel. That, that! To think it is necessary, the captain!. Here that, drive the lift — well, with a cradle such, on buildings apply. It is necessary to try to rush through a loggia. 5 HOUSE COURT YARD. The Hoist engine with a hydraulic arrow lifts in cradles of two militiamen in helmets and with automatic machines in hands. At some distance, near a children's playground, constrained a cordon, crowd, gapers hoot. Two submachine gunners from the earth hold under a sight of a window of besieged apartment. Cradles hang near to a loggia of the fifth floor. It is glazed, shutters are closed. Militiamen, polusognuvshis, wait, when the arrow will bring them more close. Suddenly the shot rattles. One of militiamen, freckled, snub-nosed, — waves hands, leans back on a back, rolls over through a protection of a cradle and slowly flies downwards. In crowd horror shouts. Anton (behind a shot). Back! Away! Away, I have told! I will kill! Back! The survived militiaman, having been double up, being covered, waves to the driver: downwards! Downwards! The arrow starts to fall. 6 CORRIDOR. The colonel — gaunt, malicious — it is angry removes a peak-cap, a scarf carefully, trying to calm down, wipes an interior okolysha. Subordinates tensely look at it, wait. The colonel. That … we still had last means … The screen darkens. From depth, from a bright point promptly under a shot sound it is taken out, the word of EVERYTHING"grows, under the second shot — to"KILL", under the third — it"IS impossible". «ALL TO KILL IT IS IMPOSSIBLE» There is caption. 7 OFFICE. The belief speaks by phone. Belief it (is angry). Anton, please, be not late, and that mum again should most get banks from a cellar. Anton (behind a shot). Belief, you know, at me the working day to six. What for each time same? The belief (even more strongly being irritated) Well really is impossible on Friday on half an hour to leave earlier? To one words, I already leave. If at six o'clock you at mum is not — we will quarrel. Consider! Sharply hangs up. The friend on job silently with surprise on Belief looks. 8 OFFICE BUILDING. It is drizzling. October. The entrance leaves Belief. In a raincoat, a kerchief. On a porch long struggles with an umbrella — that is capricious. Considerably, that the Belief is excited, razdrazhena very much. And not having opened an umbrella, runs to a trolley bus stop. Crowd. From last forces the Belief squeezes into the overflowed trolley bus. 9 TROLLEY BUS SALON. Bedlam: shouts, abuse, trample on feet. Abrupt drunk mad eyes. The old woman, with short moustaches on the fat person, squeezes Belief to a rigid edge of sitting so, that at it intercepts breath. It hardly constrains herself, is silent. Suddenly absolutely nearby, over an ear (the Belief has reflected, has calmed down, has closed eyes) the sticky voice is distributed. The hooligan. And anything tyolka. SHCHas we will meet … The belief feels toshnotnyj a smell peregara, screws up the face. Nervously, scaredly turns around: "look after" not it. The small nice Girl has got to a trouble — in points, beretike. Tries to keep silent, however two osovelyh a dog with dirty nails and grease muzzles have got down to business seriously. The hooligan. Well you, blja, chyo turn back a nose? We in an amicable way, are not rude! The girl. Lag behind, please! Well do not touch, well do not touch me! Scene sotvorjaetsja in vacuum. The little girl even in a back pushes Belief, beating off from geeks. Belief (behind a shot). It is necessary to interfere … Well why — I? Why? Muzhiks how much! The militiaman (making the way from a forward platform). E! E! What here occurs? All with relief take breath, revive, already fearlessly look at hooligans. 10 STREET. The belief jumps out at a stop from a trolley bus directly in a pool. Belief. The damned carrier! Does not see, a dog where stops? A reptile creeping!. (It is delightful, in ohotku swears whisper, convulsively searches in a mirror circle for the person; ink has, of course, floated, eyes — as at a doe-rabbit) Horror! The belief bitterly sighs, wipes the person to kerchiefs. Nasharivaet in a handbag tubik with validol, picks out a tablet, puts under language. Hardly opens an umbrella. Finds out: one spoke has got out outside. Waves a hand — to swear already there are no forces. Having stooped, goes along the street. Belief (behind a shot). And that it I so have become unstuck? podi, magnetic storms again … That so is heavy on a shower? 11 OFFICE In ANTON'S OFFICE. Three tables, the computers, any schemes on walls. Anton and its Colleague sit everyone at the table. The colleague, the cheerful, cheerful guy in a sound suit, a bright tie, begins to smoke a cigarette "Kemel", stretches in an American way feet in the varnished shoes on a table edge. The colleague. That it you such sour all the day long? Anton (screwing up the face). Yes beer yesterday it was inflated, as the idiot. Well as here you will be kept? I go by "Central", and there just an advertising campaign — on three bottles "Klinsky" in hands on a freebie distribute. Two yesterday also has credited. Moreover stavridinu has kneaded — one salt. With my stomachs is a suicide. (Keeps for a stomach, masses) The colleague (urging on). You greed ruins it. Would invite me, has shared — I half of pain on myself would take. Anton (kislo smiling). Yes it is fine to you. The colleague. Listen, the old man and that we here stick out? The chief has gone to management, will not return. Allow to fade? Anton. Go, I today to the mother-in-law — so to us not on road. Give — till Monday. The cheerful colleague, whistling, leaves, on the move rumples a stub in an ashtray on an extreme table. Anton sits some time polusognuvshis, rumples a stomach, screws up the face. Anton (behind a shot). It any more the life … If so to a tomb to suffer, it is better … to Wait, while will decay alive? Where it, in "Member of the Komsomol", whether that? For a year in blest our country it appears eighty thousand people a point in the destiny have put … Lines s that in a head climbs! 12 STREET. Anton (in a raincoat, a cap), all as massing from time to time a stomach, goes on become limp sidewalk. Has reflected. The road to it is blocked by the Drunk — obrazina in zasalenoj bolonevoj to a jacket with the torn elbows — unshaven, is stinking the breathing. The drunk. Hear, the fellow countryman! Anton (shuddering). And? The drunk. Hear, zemelja, rubel it is necessary. Fragmentary only. Does not suffice. Anton strains. He sees: steps to twenty, at doors of wine-vodka shop, smoke and two spit more obraziny, look at it. Anton. Is not present at me! (Tries to pass the extortioner) The drunk (That, impudently grinning, bars way). And to look, zemelja, and? Pockets rummage around, look. Itself you understand, on a bubble does not suffice. Anton (behind a shot). That it I? With these jackals it is necessary not so … (It is straightened, smerivaet hanurika a sight with kudlatoj a wet head to poryzhelyh shtiblet. Aloud — it is derisive, pejorative). What, the young man, at you a problem? The drunk (having been taken aback). CHyo problems? Rubel it is necessary — does not suffice … Anton (approaching, it is angry). Well, we will go with me. Quickly! The drunk (otshatyvajas). Yes that you? Anywhere I will not go! For me wait … (Trips away, to the friends) Anton (angrily spitting out). Well all of you to hell! Fast step goes further, it is direct on pools. 13 STREET. Evening. Nudit the present dense rain. One of streets of ancient Russian city. Wooden, krashennye a green paint old gate usadebki. A gate leave Anton, Belief and their daughter Natashka. Belief with Natashkoj — under umbrellas. At Anton the raincoat collar is lifted, the cap is pulled over ears. It stoops. In both hands — on a weighty bag with banks, a potato, an onion. Go on sidewalk, widely stepping over drain trenches from gates. Natashka with Belief ahead. Anton (behind a shot). See you, thirteen years of everything, and there, the puny person! Gait, gait what: indeed — floats. And — here news! — these trousers fashionable, in covering, with divorces … Whence they at it? The mother-in-law, podi, go balmy loads with presents. (Aloud) Natashka! Natashka. That? Anton. Whence at you this disgrace standing? Natashka. It not the disgrace, is very fashionable, beautiful and practical trousers. Anton (behind a shot). Here also put to it a finger in a mouth! Paces thin, small, and already — the woman, the adult person. Soon boyfriends will be got — the beauty! That there to hide: the daughter, the daughter, dochushenka … Lines has gone right, here from tenderness the throat intercepts, and aloud for some reason is not uttered. (Aloud, it is strict) Natashka that has removed this nasty thing! Such obscene trousers only maidens of easy behaviour carry. Natashka. And at me, daddies your way — heavy behaviour, yes? Anton (behind a shot). Well here, now to shout it is necessary. What from it will be? Yes unless she though on a milligramme understands, in what world lives, on what razor-edge every day goes? Now how much they have divorced, tyolok razmalyovannyh, on the move smoke, eyes frankly bljadskie … If Natashka such becomes — I will kill! Here already trousers prostitutskie has got on. Eh, Natashka, Natashka, the foolish woman you ours … It is necessary to be at war today. (Aloud) Natashka!. Belief. Yes lag behind you the little girl! Not in trousers business. Anton. Just in trousers. It not trousers, and a signboard, an appeal to guys: «Approach, I — am ready!» Belief. Fie on you! Cease, really, and so hard on a shower! Have become silent. The rain rustles. Puddles underfoot squelch. Handles of one of bags oppositely creak: hr-r … hr-r … hr-r … The street Osobnjachkovaja rests against the central. To the right — grandiose, regional level, a monument to Lenin with the hand hitched up standardly. Ahead, through the area — a shone cube of library from glass and concrete. Anton, Belief and Natashka turn off on the left, go by a cinema with columns. The enormous red-white poster "shouts": «Thirst of blood!». Ahead on a course the modern enormous brick house, the whole quarter which has pressed down by self towers Mont Blanc. Sharp ledges and deepenings on a facade the house reminds a huge cranked shaft. In front at level of the second floor the glass parallelepiped of shop "Clothes" hangs. Its show-windows poorly shine deep night light. Opposite to the house — an ancient beautiful building with white-green facades of regional administration. Anton, Belief and Natashka pass under hung (on columns-support) shop to the third entrance. Entrances front doors leave on street. Before rising on steps of a wide concrete porch with a low handrail, Anton habitually looks upwards: directly over an entrance transitive balconies are piled up by the whatnot. Clearly, that patsanyo likes on these balconies to lounge about — to spit downwards, to throw chips, stones, bottles. On a porch — it is full of splinters. 14 HOUSE "INTERIORS". At an entrance — slightly whence highlights. Bulbs are beaten or turned out. Instead of the switch on a wall — a hole, the torn off wires stick out. Anton swears, passes one bag to the Belief, the second Natashke, gets a bunch of keys from a pocket, finds the necessary key, to the touch opens a mail box. Some fair brochures and a card. Anton, catching light from street lanterns in shop show-windows in an input doorway, tries to make out, that for a card. Cannot — darkly. Belief (approaching from darkness, it is angry). Any lift does not work, I congratulate! Are dragged on the fifth floor on foot. Natashka. Faugh! A toilet and a toilet! Though a gas mask put on! On the fifth floor the door on a transitive balcony is slightly opened. Corrugated glass gapes a breach star. Anton. Again! A heel sadanuli, bastards! The balcony is empty, behind a wide column-prop — anybody. The door in the first platform is open, glasses at doors are not present. Platform — high and narrow, as a wardrobe. Bulbs are not present. A door in the following platform where a refuse chute and one of lifts, — it is closed, it on a spring. Natashka — the first. Pulls on itself a door, does a step. Also jumps aside back. Anton. Well-well, what the such? Pushes aside the wife and the daughter, opens, having intercepted bags one hand, a door. 15 PLATFORM. It is extensive enough, metres twenty square, in him is dry, warmly and purely. In him — kompashka. Two guys, Patsanchik and the Girl. The maiden absolutely naked, costs, having bent to a radiator. Over it one of guys — the Sonny potters about. Have broken off, turn to Anton, look. The second guy (healthy kachok, it is similar to a gorilla, small — Mordovorot) tears off eyes a bottle from a mouth, lips licks, looks — while without expression, an empty sight. The girl bends a neck from the battery, is drunk looks out. The girl. CHyo there? Hto there? Only that, over it, does not distract, works, puffs — has seized. Anton, holding a door behind the back an elbow, reaches a door in a corridor, slightly opens, the step aside recedes. Anton (the wife and the daughter). Quickly! Belief with Natashkoj shmygajut — hasty, it is a pity, it is a shame. Anton, feeling drilling sights, not in forces to turn a head on a wooden neck. With the slowed down movement covers one door, then, having stepped in a corridor, another. 16 CORRIDOR. Only one bulb — in the corridor centre burns. Anton slowly, sedately goes. Belief with Natashkoj behind it. top … top … top. Here at the left already 90‑я apartment, on the right — 95‑я. top … that … top … Here to the right and native apartment — 93‑я. The door is upholstered by brown leatherette, the eye with watchfulness looks out, two locks sparkle. All as at people — is standard. Anton. Belief, get the keys. Quickly! (Behind a shot) Bystrenko it is necessary, bystrenko! Sights at "visitors" painfully bad … That they there now? About what speak? The belief is dug in a handbag, drops on a floor a kerchief, lipstick. Anton. Well faster, V-V-belief! Belief. Yes now, now! Where they, damned, have got lost? The for a long time already would get! The door in the dark beginning of a corridor has squeaked. All three have scaredly stood, look. The figure is shown. One. Goes, being loose, to them. Anton. V-v-ver-r-ra! The belief at last snatches out keys, potters with cheholchikam — in any way will not dump from a sheaf. Dumps. Awkward fingers puts a key in the top lock. Does not get … That comes nearer. It — Patsanchik. Near by — short moustaches a grey transparent strip, fat lips, a sight drunk, insolent. One lock is already opened. Patsanchik bypasses Anton as if the column, suffices for a sleeve of jacket Natashku. Patsanchik. We will go to us! Anton for a second is lost. The geek already drags frightened, resting Natashku, lybitsja. Anton throws bags (bank with compote — a kr-r-cancer!), chokes with fury. Suffices suchonka for a collar and so pulls, that that flops on a bum. Anton hitches up it upwards and tychkom starts lengthways on a corridor. Anton. Pshyol from here, a young reptile! Patsanchik (having bent, trepyhaja hands as if wings, flies, does not fall nearly). A seal! A seal! It has struck me! Guys jump into a corridor. Rush to them. The door swings open. Anton, having picked up bags, zaskakivaet the last. 17 APARTMENT. The door slams. Anton turns both locks against the stop. Throws a chain. (Iron strips still are not present, there is no also a bolt) From that party deaf blow is distributed. The belief, not undressing, falls on a box for footwear, leans the elbows on an empty telephone shelf, catches at heart. It masses a breast, persistently looks at a growing dark pool under a bag: cherry compote terribly reminds blood. Belief (behind a shot). It is necessary to wash at once now floors … Natashka sits next on taburetochke, eyes — in half of face, the fright too much in them laps. Anton, having bent just as the Girl at the battery, peers into a deep chink of an eye. Suddenly on nerves strikes a call. All of them three at once shudder. Still: dr-r-rlin-n-n! And more: dr-r-rlin-n-n! And more, and more. The rigid finger there, in a corridor, has drowned the button of a call and only, probably, slightly it shakes. The belief stops up ears, is bent to knees and starts to sob. Sobs Natashka. Anton was stunned looks since a half-minute at a white box under a ceiling, involuntarily screwing up the face each time at a new trill, then jumps up, breaks a call. That hrjastaetsja about a floor. Voices behind a door. Open, a goat! And well — open! All the same after all you will open — where you will get to? Give, give, quickly!. Belief (lifting tear-stained, terrible during this moment the ugliness the dirty person). Go … go … spoke — phone … All you pull, you pull … Anton (angrily waving away). Yes about what you! (Behind a shot) Yes-a-a, phone now would not prevent … At a door start to hollow feet. Voices behind a door. Open, hey! SHCHas a door we will land! The door cracks, shivers. It is visible, that long will not sustain. Anton. Natashka, quickly — a hammer and the greatest nails! Itself dumps a raincoat, runs through kitchen on a loggia. Two boards — almost about a brick there lay thickness: one metre two long, another is hardly shorter. Anton involves them in a vestibule, primerivaet — in akkurat. The long board blocks through the centre a door on the height, the second dexterously rests against a plinth opposite, under a telephone empty shelf, and — under fragile to the first. At this time light dies away. Anton. Reptiles! Have cut down stoppers in a corridor. Belief, light a small lamp! The belief gets a small lamp — it somewhere here, on a shoe shelf is stored, switches on. The bright beam dances on a ceiling, falls on a door. Anton. Natasha — candles! Itself begins to drive nails, connecting boards in a strong emphasis. Natashka brings from a room and puts on a telephone shelf a souvenir candelabrum with three colour columns, fussy strikes a match, sets fire. Fantastic shades on corners shake. Natashka it is again attached on a stool. Anton drags, having run with a small lamp, from kitchen hohlomskuju hleboreznuju a board, fits over an emphasis, beats to a vertical board and to a door through. Thrusts nails eight. Anton has a seat near to Belief on the polished shoe box. All three tensely look at locks. From a corridor smash already seriously — shoulders, soles, a bottle. Hr-r-res-s-! Hr-r-res-s-! It is audible, as a knife polosujut a dermatin upholstery. Anton (efficiently). Carries, that the corridor at us narrow — to run up and sadanut as follows cannot. Belief (looks at Anton the pity, any badgered sight). What neighbours, and? Antosh, what neighbours, and? (At rough patches of light of candles its person resembles a plaster posthumous mask) Anton (jumping). It is necessary to knock on ninety second. It — it is direct in zaljapannyh a dirt shoes — runs in a room, on a carpet, nestles close to narrow space between book shelves and to sideboards. In a sideboard — a standard set of crystal, porcelain, on the top regiments — books. Anton knocks kostjashkami fingers on a wall, screws up the face from a pain. Silently. Bangs a fist. Suffices a crystal vase from a sideboard, beats a bottom — heavy, cast. In wall-paper there are dents. An echo. Anton. Lines! Really the house is not present? Yes — houses, houses! Have hidden, would stand … Well only have called on a zero-two … Anton, highlighting small lamps, promptly goes on kitchen. Anton. I will try in ninety fourth. Though … On kitchen Anton removes a serving spoon from a wall (the table set hangs), knocks over a sink, listens. It is useless. Throws a serving spoon on a table. Gets ice beer from a dark interior of a refrigerator, beats off a stopper about a table edge. A volley, not coming off, drinks from a neck. Has broken a teeth — screws up the face, swings a head, warms a mouth ladoshkoj. Comes back in a vestibule. The wife with the daughter all as has frozen do not reduce eyes from a shuddering door, with concentration listen to threats. Voices from a corridor. Open, your mother! Will be worse!. Anton mechanically takes a card, highlights, mutters, reading. Anton. «Phone will be established in the fourth quarter …» Rumples a card, flings away in a corner. Approaches to the curtained off niche, rummages behind a box with tools, gets tourist toporik in a black dermatin cover. Uncovers, efficiently tries a finger an edge. Has a seat near to Belief, puts toporik at feet, leans to a wall. Belief, strange apathetic, it is insulting grins: where supposedly to you! Suddenly light flashes. Anton and Natashka jump, look, shchurjas, on a plafond. Burns, shines! The belief with detachment wipes the person to handkerchiefs, smorkaetsja. Anton one exhalation blows into candles. And during the same instant light dies away. And again it is lighted. Both goes out. Also flashes. Anton, being angry, breaking matches, zateplivaet candles, presses on the switch. Costs to steam of seconds, deliberates. Also starts to be picked, unlock locks. Belief. You that? Anton. Anything! Go to a room with Natashkoj. I will talk to them … (the Beret in the right hand toporik) Belief (seizing his hand). Yes you that? Them how much! It will talk!. They will not make anything: will knock and will leave. Sit down! Anton. Eh, a gun now! (Having squeaked teeth, has a seat again near to the wife, puts toporik nearby. And suddenly squeals) Hey, you there! And well cease! Stop now, swine! Behind a door it becomes silent. Anton uncertainly looks at Belief, it — on it. Natashka, having slightly opened a mouth, having extended a thin neck, listens attentively: really — all? Anton is thrown up: to look in an eye — has forgotten, that itself has blocked its board. There passes minute. Whence from apart, because of two-three walls, mournful music — Beethoven reaches. Natashka hotly quickly breathes. The belief, on the contrary, has hidden, constrains breath, waits. Tr-r-rah-h-h! Booming metal blow. And more. Beat something heavy, iron (section from the battery of steam heating). From above, from a lintel, the plaster piece breaks. One more. And suddenly — polovinka a brick: shmats! Into a hole gets koridornyj light. Voices, gogot drunk villains rush. Anton tensely thinks, a forehead — folds. Winds a head, making of the decision. Anton. Here that: it is necessary to call to the aid from a loggia. Passers-by or neighbours. Quickly! They, being restricted, hurry through kitchen on a loggia. Over a refrigerator doldonit radio. It is clearly audible a phrase scrap: Radio. … the world and friendship between the people … get stronger 18 LOGGIA. It — one on two apartments. It is divided by a thin partition in half of brick. In lateral sections-ledges of "a cranked shaft» the curtained off windows are shone. There — people. In a court yard — it is silent, it is deserted. Rjabit a rain. On a path two figures are shown. Go by the house. Enter into a circle of lantern light: the man and the woman, under one old wide umbrella, with bags. Anton clicks latches, pulls a window shutter. Without results. Belief with Natashkoj stand, wait. Anton. What is? Pulls once again very much. The handle, a glass corrugated sphere, comes off. Anton hits an elbow and a shoulder about a wall. Blows up. Anton. On line it was necessary to us steklit a loggia? Vanish now because of it! Belief. Anton! Anton! Make something! The man with the woman leave, just about, and will disappear behind a house ledge. Anton bends down, picks up a small bench, without scope of vanities by its end face in glass. It bursts with a deafening ring. Passers-by stop, peering from under an umbrella. Anton is put out in a hole, looms seconds five, turns around to the. Anton. Chyor-r-rt! Well as I will shout? Belief, you shout. The belief is rumpled, the step recedes, swings a head. Suddenly Natashka jumps up to a window, catches hands at a glass teeth and to terrible, artificial any voices tonenko cries out. Natashka. Help-and-ite! Help-and-ite! Us ubiva-and-ajut! The man with the woman are picked up, disappear. In many windows light dies away. Natashka (choking). On … mo … gi … those! Turns away from empty space of a court yard, covers zaalevshimi with fingers the person, utykaetsja in a breast to the father. From a hall deaf sounds of blows reach: trah! trah! trah! Anton, often breathing, presses to itself Natashku, looks at fiery stings of candles. He feels a hot sight of Belief at the person, but cannot turn in any way — strange slackness holds down all body. It is audible, as pieces of bricks again fall. There, it is visible, punch a hole over a lintel. Anton (exactly, passionlessly). If have not glazed a loggia, we now easy to the neighbour would get over. (Quickening) Wait! Wait! Now all frame we will land … He runs for toporikom in a vestibule. Natashka nestles close to mother. The little girl as if sleeps: does not open eyes, is on the last legs. The person is smeared in blood. 19 VESTIBULE. Anton picks up toporik, looks — already decent hole above gapes. The left top corner of a door box shakes. And here Anton osenjaet. Anton. Lines, a bathroom!. Belief, Natashka, here! It opens a door in a bathroom, lets in Belief with Natashkoj, darts a glance at last back: the door jamb cracks, jumps out from a wall plane. 20 BATHROOM. Anton pushes a latch, puts a small lamp to Belief, Natashke — toporik. Both hands breaks a mirror together with a shelf. Banks, tubes, bottles, combs, tooth-brushes fly downwards. Anton throws a glass shelf in a bath — it scatters. Intercepts more conveniently toporik, beats an edge on a wall. Partition — thin stenochka from a beaten brick and a loose solution. It is visible, that all bottom part of a partition is closed wooden shitom on which the bowl keeps. From the first blow obrazovyvaetsja a window with vedyornoe a bottom. The mirror of the neighbour rattles and is scattered. Anton with mad force cuts cross-wise some times. Over a bowl the hole-pass turns out. Anton. Natashka, polezaj! (Places a daughter, pushes her feet forward, pushes in a breach. A washing machine) the Belief quickly drags! The wife goes into a toilet bowl, from it — on the car. Tries to step over a bowl, but the narrow skirt stirs. Anton (in furiousness). Belief! Yes lift up you it, devil take it! Itself catches at a hem, lifts up a skirt. The belief, sparkling underwear, persists in, squeezes into a hole. Anton (behind a shot). My God, same — a comedy film! Same — circus! On its eyes there are tears. Before to disappear most, Anton, having sighed from natugi, pulls down from a wall the iron enameled case with stocks of soap, a tooth-paste, a detergent powder, shampoos — presses down it a door. Closely to a door moves up also a washing machine. Attaches under the handle a mop. Only then climbs in a hole. (Continuation)>>>
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