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THE DRUNK Part 2 The chapter II P. 6	The chapter II As I obaranovilsja 1 From Moscow I went to Rams with a dimensionless smile on the person, not suspecting, what terrible accident it is necessary to me to go through here. But at first — steam of words about this settlement of middle Russia where I could live-chew a powerful piece of unhappy my Destiny and should find already just about eternal rest on a local country uncomfortable cemetery. I in good time knew about Baranove from Lena much, is greedy it asking. Has specially found in library and the book advertising-guiding about this city. Well, the biography at it has appeared not from the last. Age already enough respectable — without small four centuries. Has been put in pawn once as a fortress sentry from everyones southern stepnjakov with slanting and greedy eyes. I suspect, that, as well as everywhere in Russia, the same slanting stepnjaki-nomads yes natives of local places mordva with chudju and became primogenitors of the majority radical baranovtsev. At least, and steppe ignorance in them more than it is enough wildness — I was rather soon convinced of it. Costs Rams on the bank of promptly drying out Studentsa on which there is no time the big steamships and heavy barges went, and now hardly make the way between coast only river tramvajchiki, rolling in target summer days idle baranovtsev. But the beauty of small river is still inescapable, osvezhajushcha, is joyful. Were saved under the Ram and which-what woods and even with which-what wild beasts so and under the city it is possible to type a bucket of honey agarics during a season, tuesok bilberries and to meet inadvertently frightened wild boar with a brood of the striped podsvinkov. Here it is the affinity to the nature, the unity with the nature — Rams at once me and has subdued. That to an asthma did not suffice me in Moscow on what I grieved smothering — here for this чýдной possibilities to curtail from the central city street, with its dirt, a dust, a snake thorn of trolley buses, a roar of cars, stone boxes of houses, and in two minutes already to pace on Quay, to inhale intoxicated ozone and to have a rest a sight at greens of trees and grasses, a mirror-warm river smooth surface … Dostoslaven it has appeared Rams and the history, culture — a subject of unreasonable pride of a small handful of local intellectuals. Here hardly was not gubernatorstvoval in due time Saltykov-ShChedrin which eventually instead of Baranova have sent the vice-governor to Ryazan, but it has not prevented to honour its memory baranovtsam, to name one of streets of a native city Michael Evgrafovicha's name, long years to dream of a monument to it and already during times new absolutely (besides forward I run) to set up a monument to the writer-satirist in city centre. As the fellow countryman natives and the poet of a Pushkin time Feodor Glinka though all directories assure as if he was born near Smolensk consider baranovskie. «There are no and more times are not present! — repeat-assure baranovtsy. — the Great poet was born in Baranovsky province where its mother just stayed during that moment with relatives». And Alexander Sergeevich, under the legend, has made happy hailstones of Rams with the visiting, being journey, and even has desired to spend the night in hotel from which there was up to that moment only stone stable, on kakovuju regional specialists dream and kraeljuby local to set up a memorial board. With these boards in Baranove, by the way, naprjazhyonki was not and is not present. Seldom what building in city centre does not sparkle gold letters on marble: «the staff of division Kikvidze … Here took places», «In this house spent the night Kotovsk …», «In this shed Bolshevik Zagogulenko …», etc. And on a building of the former meeting Of noble family was born, and present dramatic theatre the memorial board with kozlinoborodym a bas-relief informed at all that here three times at the beginning of the century great Shalyapin acted-went on tour, no, gold of letters vopijalo on grandiose event: «Here on August, 3rd, 1919 within 11,5 minutes was and the outstanding figure of Communist party and M.I.Kalinin's all world» has made speech. For some reason authors-manufacturers of a board have forgotten to mention picturesque a klikuhu-title of the outstanding figure — «the All-Russia goat». And in one deaf small village of the most remote baranovskogo district composer Borodin had a rest once at distant relatives and even has composed on this earth — under the statement, besides, local fanatical kraeljubov — that well-known aria where prince Igor groans-begs: «About give, give me freedom, I the shame will manage to expiate!.» Every year, certainly, on birthday of Borodino in this small village Parfyonovku enthusiasts local and alien on obligatory musical festival are dragged on chernozyomnoj an impassable dirt. As though it is impossible to sing and hear to the same aria of the ill-fated captivated prince within the precincts of a regional philharmonic society … In most Baranove when I have seen it for the first time almost fifteen years to that, it is valid the most decent there were only two streets: International and Soviet — the rights there was a veteran-Red Army man the sick-list. Well in any measure, and — Quay. Here old stone buildings were saved, towered, pleasing an eye, the escaped churches. From almost forty remains their six. One, the most unpretentious, former soldier's, — remained unique operating. In a cathedral the museum of local lore took places, as usual. The invaluable party archive was stored in the most beautiful white-air tserkvushechke the former man's monastery now. Two More orthodox churches stood simply so — dilapidated and decapitated. And here in the former church took places prezervativnyj shop decorated with an order rezinotehnicheskogo factory. Were available in Baranove and monuments — and how without them? On the most main-header-pivotal area of a city unforgettable Ilyich with otkljachennym massive back has standardly thrown out forward and upwards a powerful hand: the sculptor-remeslenik has not considered, that the fluttering coat tail of a bronze idol-idol will be looked ambiguously. In one of squares Baranova the girl with a rifle — a monument to the guerrilla to Tana towered. At that time all these Tani, Zoes Kosmodemjanskie, Aleksandry Matrosovy, molodogvardejtsy were still unconditional Heroes of Soviet Union. Only the most spiteful any dissidents could doubt their feats, children hissed supposedly were lost on neumelosti, on own stupidity because absolutely were nepodgotovleny, were not able to be at war, and mean sovpropaganda has transformed them into symbols, in posters. Well, to take the same Matrosova. He, the professional soldier, has obtained the order to destroy derevozemljanuju a fire point of the opponent, in popular speech — dzot, had two grenades: and — that? It, as the fool and neumeha, throws-rasstrachivaet pomegranates nearly for kilometre from this most derevozemljanoj points, and then it still had one of two: to return and report on default of the order with all terrible consequences following from here, or to correct the miss by any way … So any indecent turncoats-dissidents thought in brezhnie times, and that very much aloud about it did not shout, unless somewhere there, behind a cordon, where a trite freedom of speech already very long time ago not kriminal. It then, during approach of an era of publicity and pluralism already and at us will appear and at all stunning hypotheses. There is, the same Zoe Kosmodemjanskaja not only any not the Heroine of the Soviet former Union, but it even at all the traitress of the people and the enemy — set fire to houses of peace Russian peasants, executing the criminal order on tactics of the burnt earth so valorous fritsy supposedly in time it have tied and quite have deservedly hitched up … Frost on a skin from such hypotheses! But, for the sake of the historical truth, I will notice, that already and then, in those brezhnie times, about a monument to the young guerrilla to Tana baranovskaja the joke youth joked not rather respectful: say, in Baranove there was only one tselochka, and that on Soviet with a rifle costs … Besides, on the bank of the river at hotel "Rams" brightened up a landscape a majestic marble monument to the classic of the Russian-Soviet literature to a Novikovu-surf which was born somewhere nearby to Baranova. And opposite to a historical stable in a public garden stuck out and bjustik Alexander Sergeevicha Pushkin: skromnenky, malovzrachnyj, but, as they say, — nevertheless … And, at last, to mention it is necessary about masterpieces pamjatnikovogo arts of an epoch of a hypersocialist realism without which any is inconceivable though a least city of the sixth part of a world land. On the Komsomol area two ferro-concrete monsters muzheska and zhenska to a floor, imitating «the Worker and the collective farmer» Muhinoj rose. On one of crossroads the natural tank, on other skreshchenii streets — not less natural fighter aircraft stuck out ridiculously on a pedestal. But, alas, was not available in a city of a monument to a cruiser or a submarine because of remoteness Baranova from the big strategic reservoirs. Certainly, indispensable local Eternal fire burnt-blazed, and it burnt on the former Cathedral area before the scolded cathedral Spaso-Preobrazhenskiy cathedral in which sacred fire of candles and icon lamps has been extinguished-is destroyed even before war. Well and, by itself, it is necessary to consider as original monuments of an epoch the notorious girl with an oar and the same plaster idol with wheat sheaf on a shoulder in a city garden of culture and rest. So-called socially-cultural life in a city pobulkivala hardly, inertly. In baranovskih newspapers there was not ceasing discussion on a theme: how to be called to inhabitants Baranova — baranovtsami or baranovichami? In local high schools dissertations about a CPSU role in successful building of communism, on history of nice Lenin Komsomol were written and defended, about socialist realism achievements in all Soviet and is concrete baranovskoj to the literature. Some professors and senior lecturers-language and literature teachers conducted indefatigable struggle for correct, in an ancient way, a writing of surnames of known Russian writers — Lermantov, Boratynsky, Background Vizin … What-any revival the next premiere brought in sleepy life Baranova at drama theatre, yes tours of any visiting star of a platform like Lyudmila Zykinoj or Joseph Kobzon. Celebrities ran often: first, it is close from capital, all night by train, and secondly, over a philharmonic society baranovskoj the liberal Jew with a loud surname — Kremlin supervised. He was able to invite zaevshihsja, the spoilt Soviet inhabitants of a variety Olympus. When Kremlin have planted for any bad monetary affairs — voyages-arrivals Moscow pesennyh stars porezheli, but baranovtsy were a little consoled in that business Kremlin has thundered all over the country, has got to all newspapers. Well, than it is still remarkable Rams? Ah yes! Same — assures the directory-guidebook, — a youth city so I went to a city of contemporaries. On 300 thousand inhabitants here was present five military schools and four high schools — polytechnical, pedagogical, institute of arts yes musical school, naturally, a name of Borodino. Besides — weight of any technical schools, the TECHNICAL TRAINING COLLEGE and other nurseries of bad knowledge and sound hooliganism. By the way, once to me have told very amusing anekdotets: have arranged-declared competition among baranovskih institutes on the assignment right to one of them of the status of the public house. The Polytechnic University was eliminated at once — maidens a little; muzuchilishche has not pulled — pupils are too serious and ennobled. And here iskusstvennitsy have seriously lighted up: to us, speak, beds double to get, yes lanterns red over an input to hang up and — all affairs. But the smithy of pedagogical shots has won: and to us, have declared, only a signboard to replace and — all. It is remarkable, that this juicy joke was heard by me from lips just pupils of this teacher's college, and it was told filologinej cheerfully and greedily … However, all it was later when I have already got accustomed in Baranove, srodnilsja with it, so similar jokes even karjabali mine baranovskoe patriotic heart. I have really grown fond soon of this strange, foolish, dense, spiteful, dirty, but surprisingly cosy, patriarchal and beautiful protogenic affinity to the nature a city. In Russia — hundreds cities. Among that I saw which has visited or even any time of veins, there are infinitely close, native to me, darlings to my heart and in which I quite could to get accustomed for ever — Moscow, Sevastopol, Yaroslavl, Kiev, Lugansk, Feodosiya (yes-yes — both Russian Kiev, and Russian Lugansk, and Russian Feodosiya!), Temryuk, Tambov … And is-exist also cities in which I felt uncomfortably, and I never would agree to register in them, they not mine. It, for example, — Chita, Abakan, Komsomolsk-on-cupid, Lipetsk, Krasnokamensk, Pskov, St.-Petersburg, Novorossisk, Kerch … The residing city, as well as name, plays to destiny of the person a mysterious and multibelieving role. Who knows, would become Rams my native, my fatal city if I have not seen it for the first time enamoured blind eyes if already then, in the first days, very essential stroke — multi-coloured roofs has not passed by consciousness. I then only grinned and played a trick at the sight of strange, unusual to a look iridescent baranovskih roofs. The matter is that the majority of capacious multiwindow private residences in Baranove at the Soviet poor power have been divided-are divided. And here each family the part of the general roof has begun to paint a five-colour roof in the colour so others dimensionless were kupetskie yes of noble family domishchi had now three-four - and even. It has amazed me to the core: really neighbours cannot agree and together buy an identical paint? Well and well! To me, still cheerful, it seemed ridiculous and ridiculous. And after all these multi-coloured roofs — the whole vital philosophy, the whole outlook. It is style of a life, display of its sense and essence. Marsh, suffocating essence … 2 At station nobody has met us. I already knew, according to Lena, about its tense relations with relatives, but — not to the same degree! However, I in Moscow, considering-foreseeing the further life-bytyo, have firmly and reasonably solved: not to break at all into another's family monastery with the charter. One I knew for certain: any money and any tortures me you will not force to kowtow, recognise as the sponger, restraining mine vzlelejannyj egoism. I have prepared for everything, to everyone and consequently especially was not surprised. However, to swear from the first steps it was necessary. We not only have taken my all things, but also Lena too for it has been already solved and is signed: it will be translated to the correspondence. So some bags and knots were typed boxes five very heavy with the books, two chemodanishcha. I in general as did not like horror and up to that moment I hate to be dragged on stations with bales, always tried to go-travel with only one sumkoju through a shoulder. And here still enraged neprivychie mine to odnorukosti: not only that became more helpless, so also I touch continually sharply painful still kultej for rigid chemodannye corners. Uh, also I have become angry! — Give ive, — has ordered to Lena, — in a left-luggage office while all we will push. — Well is not present! — it was threw up. — at me here the house native, and I will collect station cockroaches? Not to happen to that! Money at us on the porter and by a taxi at all does not remain: traditionally-zhurfakovsky final banquet at restaurant "Метрополь" and so us has ruined, in addition after a banquet even two days opohmeljalis in DASe so were-have arrived in Rams literally with a trifle in a pocket. However while I, wet as a horse, sweat from the person at mountain of our knizhja-rags wiped, Lena delovo have gone somewhere and have soon returned with the hefty guy. He has nodded to me friendly, has inspected ours a thing-deposit, potyor the friend about the friend and has cheerfully summed up the palms-shovels: — Lenok, nu prblem! It has suspended two bags on shoulders, third — on a neck, has clamped under mouses on a box, has picked up, having sat down, two suitcases in hands and popyor all this mountain prophetic lynx on platform. «Well and acquaintances at it — entirely stallions!», — with a sigh I have thought, have piled up on a shoulder of two knots on perevjazi and have seized very much in two boxes connected among themselves. Lena has intended to pick up the remained two bags and a box, but I have shouted: — Put! It is impossible for you! Wait here. I, with stops, and halfway as the bull-well-wisher has already returned and while I dovolok the, pritartal have not had time to overcome all remained luggage. On privokzalnoj the area us was waited by an UAZ. Ambal has thrown last things in a stern, has fixed an awning, has set us behind, has squeezed for a wheel, has turned back, has stretched me a crab and has grinned cheerfully: — Edik! — Vadik! — in tone it was cheerfully answered with me, trying to squeeze its paw poshibche. My attempts were gone in vain. Edik has cut ignition, has begun to grind in the speeds, has looked at hours and has nodded to Lena: — There — on Fridriha? — On Fridriha. — Well, have rushed off, and that I to the Tomato will be late. I have definitively understood: they are rather-rather shortly familiar. Very much rather. Then I have found out, and itself have converged with Edikom more close — it worked vodiloj in edition regional molodyozhki and really had concept where at Lena undercover birthmarks are located on a body. By itself, Lena itself also has told to me about it a malicious cheerful minute … But it — later, later! For now we have rounded the enormous vigorous fountain similar to a glass dome of darling journalism faculty on Moss, have turned out on direct wide green street — International — and have rushed off downwards. I greedy looked in windows, and my mood began gradually festively puzyritsja-shampanitsja. That I saw, was pleasant to me — a landscape quite city. Besides day July already was played outright: the sun and watered all around with cheerful light. Soon we have curtailed from the central street to the right and, having reduced speed, have begun to shake on most as to me have there and then explained in two voices, long street of a city. It carried a name of the outstanding friend to the greatest proletarian thinker, that is — Fridriha Engels. Then it was still all in potholes and then zealous pluralists from a feather did not dare to splash out yet on journalese pages everyones dirty, excuse My God, insinuations about strange, excessive and ambiguous friendship-affinity gentle Fridriha with nice fellow Charles … Me more all has amazed that we, having curtailed from the central city street, have there and then driven in street quite rural during that moment: residences and lop-sided hibarki, along fences and gates on both parties — paths without any sidewalks, over zaplotami hang down apples and plums, dogs who have already flaked out from a coming heat, the chicken and a cat lay in a shade. The only thing that did not suffice for completeness of a rural landscape — front gardens with beds: houses stuck out open windows at once on street, on passers-by. At last the UAZ-goat, having jumped up last times, has driven to long high bruschatomu to the house. Judging by a roof, lived in him four families. Yes in a court yard still stood domina with three krylechkami so spectators-witnesses of our arrival to apartment № 3 sufficed much. We podgadali on Saturday, and all — native to me now — the family-family has appeared in gathering. It consisted from: my future mother-in-law, Efrosinii Innokentevny, kakovuju I, despite it jazykoslomatelnoe a name-patronymic, still have in good time decided to call-call only so — on a name-patronymic. I even the native mother since childhood still hesitated to name for some reason mum, such at me nasty poizlomannyj harakterets, and another's aunt, let and the mother of the wife to call mum yes mamulechkoj to me always it seemed ridiculous, ridiculous and decided. Efrosinija Innokentevna looked younger than forty, carried a fashionable hairdress to a penalty, smoked incessantly "Space" and blinked short-sightedly eyes from what its sight seemed derisive. Looking on Efrosiniju Innokentevnu I vjave have presented-has seen, what will-becomes be my Elena godkov through fifteen-twenty: well, not the worst variant — it is far not most … There was also elder sister of Lena — Victoria. Me at once has surprised, how sisters are strikingly unlike between themselves. Victoria had the convex dark eyes oil shining from under strong points, lips the small heart, appreciable short moustaches over them, the powerful shoulders, the blurred waist and volosistye the curve feet insufficiently hidden by a boring skirt. «Yes-a-a, — I have cynically thought, — the stepfather hardly exasperated it!» There and then there was a small shaggy being in one pantalonchikah which that began silently and to finger furiously locks of our bags, that, having put in pawn a finger in a mouth, vperivalo in me light inquisitive eyes, is biassed studying-estimating. That was most younger of three sisters — SHurik. She so, in a boyish way, was called by everything, and the little girl bright quite justified it. Already through heels of minutes they has dragged for a tail a spotty cat shouting by a good floor-mat, has lifted-has hitched up it and has presented: «Lizka!» And in five minutes SHurik, having noticed, that I timidly preserve the left truncated hand, have suddenly contrived, has seized in kultju mine tenacious kogotkami and with curiosity have observed, as I have moved, have sighed and have writhed a grimace. Well and, at last, has met us in this woman's-cat's kingdom and the muzhik — the guy of years slightly for thirty, and even at all my coeval. It was presented Toljanom. I have thought was: whether that is the bright stepfather, but on reaction and a sight of Lena has understood — it too gets acquainted with Toljanom for the first time. Interesting affairs! All scene of acquaintance, despite July heat, was nevertheless holodnovata, is tense. Lena on it adjusted me in advance, but nevertheless I felt myself not in the plate. At all in the! Therefore behind a table — quite, it is necessary to tell, celebratory: with napkins, knifes, vodka and champagne — I not hesitating at all have overturned stopar yes at once and the second, was counterbalanced after dasovskih intoxicated provozhany and at once have cheered up, have looked at new relatives the falcon. Has supported me willingly and Toljan so soon we with it "Wheaten" and have sentenced. It even has broken was in shop to drive for another, but is severe hozjajkoju has been stopped, calmed down. Victoria all time something pouted also champagne has only tasted. Efrosinija light Innokentevna, having absorbed a kind glass of wine, has lighted and, blinking the eyes through short-sightedness and a cigarette smoke, me observed. Then, something about itself having solved, has started arrangement of points over bukovkoj i: — Means so, young men, we here among the, — it has expressively looked on already drunk-full-eyed Toljana — that has become rough at once, has ceased to champ and rattle a plug, — so we will talk efficiently. That you have decided to be registered — is laudable. Ol rajt! I think, and with job at you problems will not be: judging by our newspapers — in Baranove catastrophically there are no professional journalists. And here with habitation — a problem-with. As you can see, Vadim, at us here to be developed there is no place … Especially, judging by unexpected disgust of Lena for wine and cigarettes, you already expect family addition … — Мамáн, — its Lena has inconsiderately interrupted, — cease to unwind colourless bother. We with Vadim also do not think to restrain your human rights and on your nasty living space to us to sneeze. Though, by the way, I just have all rights to one of rooms — well choke with it! We perekantuemsja only week-two, yet will not rent apartment. I hope, you on loan will give to us of shillings on it — we will earn and we will return, certainly. Even with percent … — Percent of yours it is not necessary for us, — being tightened "kosmosinoj", has twisted in a smile of lip Efrosinija Innokentevna, — in vain you in a bottle try to climb. And haste to what: can though month to live. — Well and thanks! — Lena has hemmed. — I knew, that more kindly mine мамáн on light of the person still to look it is necessary. You, Toljan, it ценúте and любúте as it is possible more strong — vzasos. — Hamka! — Victoria from the plate has clearly hissed. — And you May éлда сúста, — have turned to it the enraged Lena, — still in tselochkah go? Look, you will turn sour completely, absolutely you will deteriorate — privanivat you will begin!. Poor straholjudina has jumped out because of a table, it was threw in other room. Yes-a-a, it is valid, to live to us here it is not necessary, and it is impossible. Hardly later, when we with Lena, having taken a walk on a city, left to the river, have gone down on the pendant openwork bridge, have passed it and were arranged on a grassy beach among making a din crowd having a rest baranovtsev, I nevertheless have asked it: — Flax, why you with sister such absolutely different? — Yes because I — Grigorevna and Mihajlenko, and it, on the contrary, — Naumovna and Tannenbaum. Its daddy was the terry Jew. And I am not guilty, that we from it in the same parent womb serially lived. — You, I see, the anti-semite, — I have grinned. Is — not in a Soviet way and not on-komsomolski. — Yes what I there the anti-semite — tipun to you! I only only — judofobka. I am afraid Vit'ka! It after all nearly has not killed me once. I then studied in the fifth class, it — in the tenth. To it the schoolmate has come to write off there something for tomorrow, and it take, and jump out for a long time — was impatient to it for excitement. At home anybody, except me, any more was not. Well and so it has turned out: it silently somehow was entered-has returned, and this mokrogubyj its friend kisses me, under koftyonkoj rummages, and I at it in a lap spin yes I scream … Still patsanka absolutely, You are ridiculous to me … do not represent: it with an axe for me chased both on apartment, and on a court yard — neighbours have made laugh, till now laugh loudly. She hates me terribly since then also to me envies — for what I should like it? A-a, yes well it! She is mother-silly woman laid down under whom has got — if only the member stood yes money were, instead of has thought, that to the ugly creature will give birth envious … — And unfortunate, — I have added. Lena has with astonishment looked at me, has thought and has easily agreed: — Yes, Vit'ka — unfortunate … But at it mind chamber and talent for money. At it already, unlike mummy, — two sberknizhki. It also will find the husband, and happy will be, — Lena has still thought, as though looking in the future, and has absolutely ridiculously finished a prediction. — you look, you and will beat off at me. I have not had time to be reacted-grin in tone as it there and then and has poured cool water: — However, you such rohlja, that hardly will seriously interest it. zagrebastogo the muzhik it is necessary to it, evreistogo … Houses when we have returned already after a dinner, us expected small, but nasty skandalchik. We have found out all our suitcases-boxes sprinkled with any white powder rubbish. What's the matter? It appears, from under a cover of one of boxes suddenly on eyes at all the enormous red cockroach-prusak and, impudently moving with moustaches has got out, has begun to look round in new apartments. He has not had time to whistle for the associates, contraband arrived to Rams as with a cry has been slammed Viktorievoj a shoe, is ruthlessly smeared … Darling bright dasovsky a cockroach — the world to your ashes! 3 On Monday the roundabout was started turning. Toljan has disappeared till a dawn. Efrosinija Innokentevna has gone to teacher's college to pass-give prigotovishkam-entrants the knowledge then yet not so adored and popular English in Russia. Victoria, krovavo having made up the small drawn in mouth, has gone to darling bank to consider-recalculate another's while money. SHurik, since morning povjangav and pourosiv to tears, was under ours with Lena an escort preprovozhdena see you in the evening in casemates of a children's garden. We have directed the stops at first in ZHEU, then to a passport office, then — in the Palace of weddings. Naturally, as usual in our blest palestinah, everywhere we have received sonorous otlup: ZHEU and Palace Gimeneja Monday declared not in the reception afternoon, in militia pasportistka accepted only since two days. No, truly in Russia Monday — day heavy! We were knocked this day about a wall by foreheads and in the press House. Redaktorsha «the Komsomol pendant» walked in holiday, and it zam, the responsible secretary and partorg editions Fedosej Moiseevich Filkin by a nickname the Tomato, did not dare to incur responsibility cargo in any way. — Are oh necessary, oh as feathers are necessary to us! Summer — all in holidays. Oh are necessary! — it was due-span, soaking through a scarf of tomato colour the person. — but how I can? I cannot! It is necessary Vasilisu Valerevnu to wait. And in obkom Komsomol to report, so to say, to consult to a management. Without it it is impossible-with! At last words it somehow has strange caved in, has represented respect in a physiognomy. I with some surprise observed it: yes-a-a, sklizkovatyj type. — But after all you know Lena perfectly! You on journalism faculty gave the recommendation to it and signed. And at me here — all documents: the diploma of the Moscow university, here publications from "Member of the Komsomol", «Lit. Russia», «the Moscow member of the Komsomol», "Spark", «the Literary review», «Glories of Sevastopol» … And here nagradnye diplomas of magazines "Sparks", "Change", the Union of journalists of the USSR is all following the results of an expert. Here labour mine — I already in the newspaper worked, in Siberia … — I understand-with, I understand-with, — muttered Filkin, greedy looking through my papers, — but it is necessary to wait for a companion of the editor nevertheless. The Subordination-with! — and it has steadfastly - significant stared what for at my crippled hand. When we with Lena left, I have asked: — It, what — always such? — Happens and is worse. I know: he against you will not dare vjaknut — nevertheless the diploma Moscow, and here against me it povystupaet. He in neshtatnikah, on the fee, has stayed two years and now considers — everyone should pass this way, before vysluzhit the correspondent salary. One hope on Vasilisu: she is an old maiden, the ill-natured person but as the editor and the journalist is cleverer than the Tomato, more humanly. — Listen, — I have stopped, — and that it we to molodyozhke have clung? And if — in «the Baranovsky truth»? — That you! — Lena has grinned. — in the regional newspaper take only best of the best fighters of a feather, the past long-term training-mushtru in "Tag". In molodyozhke two, by the way, rage sotssorevnovanija: for the right to be called in «the Baranovsky truth» and for the right to be accepted in numbers kapeeses. Practically all our regional pravdisty — former approximate and already grey-haired flazhkovtsy … Well, it was necessary to be waited-obey. However, everything, that becomes in this best of the worlds — all to the best. Affairs-cares have pulled hard so much, as without job-service span with Lena, hardly kept up. Have registered, have handed in the statement in a registry office, have reserved to me an artificial limb, have found-have removed apartment, were more or less equipped, have started to prepare to modest, but all the same to burdensome wedding. With relatives we, having parted, have begun to live quite peacefully, on days off at times ran on a visit. By the way, the apartment to us on the very brink of a city was found through familiar by Victoria, and it has removed for us from the book of 800 roubles. We have paid at once to the room mistress 600 rublikov for a year forward and have begun to live pripevajuchi in a separate one-room den where was available from furniture only double ottoman and a kitchen table. Soon and my native have pleased us: the mother somewhere naskrebla-nazanimala poltyshchi, yes Vadim Nikolaevich with Hope Mihajlovnoj from Lugansk have thrown three hundred roubles. So we in a trice have thought holodilnichek "Vega", modest malomernyj a telebox under the name "Sapphire", an unpretentious radio-gramophone "Serenade" moreover which-that on a trifle. Efrosinija Innokentevna has allocated to us on given tryohstvorchatyj a wardrobe and two semisoft chairs. We played wedding the house on Fridriha Engels. Was going to the person twenty, and it are relatives: at Lena it has appeared countless multitudes of aunts, djadek, cousins and cousins whom before wedding I and did not see and met then only time three-four — on funeral family. From job — and we already served by then in molodyozhke — were present on a celebration press photographer Jura with flash and chief of department Ljusja Ukraintseva, the languid young young woman with sensual shine at the semicovered eyes and lazy-lordly gestures. It hardly was did not become the reason of indecent scandal for has charmed suddenly flaked out Toljana yes so, that Efrosinija Innokentevna, having forgotten about intelligence and visitors, it has been compelled to tear off literally the lady's man from pyshnogrudoj Lucy, to drag away «kobelinu damned» in a dark bedroom and on the sly to whip there on cheeks. I sat at the head of a table in a white shirt, in a tie — the pompous groom and on drunk hornomu to shout of visitors «is bitter!» It was for show put to the made up lips of Lena. The brand new artificial limb stuck out of left my sleeve in a light brown leather glove. Relatives newly made retold the friend the friend on an ear terrible history how I on excite has sawn off to itself a hand nozhovkoj, outposts Lenku in bed with two Negroes … On wedding, in a word, it was cheerful and it is drunk. <<<(P. 5) (P. 7)>>>
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