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THE DRUNK Part 2 The chapter IV P. 8	The chapter IV As I samoubilsja 1 About the ripped up stomach of Lena I have not exaggerated. When I have brought it home, have brought on hands in apartment and section to wash-steam it from a hospital dirt, I have not begun to cry nearly. Yes that there — hardly! I also have begun to cry. It was necessary even to jump out, dry in a corridor bystrenko foolish nervicheskie tears. The crimson scar on a children's pale tummy of Lena was terrible: so it is ruthless, probable, spoil the stomachs during last vital instant the Japanese Samurais. Lena has already had a good cry, konovalov baranovskih krivorukih even in something and justified: a pier, operation emergency has happened, the surgeon the person on duty — got tired … By the way, this butcher so tired was, that has started to cut-polosovat, not waiting a full narcosis — Lena has heard, as the scalpel has got into its body, rassyok muscles: from a pain it has lost consciousness and has then departured in a saving radio dream … Yes zachtyotsja this test to it now in the next world! And meanwhile, while Lena came to the senses, came back by an impellent life, over me thunderclouds in edition all were condensed. Will tell more correctly: I condensed and klubil these idiotic clouds. First, me more and more and more strongly the newspaper state routine ate away plesh. I wished to write only about the literature, on theatre and cinema, about painting, but all these themes were considered in regional molodyozhke as though scanty, collateral, minor. The heads demanded from propagation department on mountain first of all propaganda and propagation in crystal-clear nezamutnyonnom a kind. You give the enthusiastic response of the young worker to performance of the first secretary obkoma Komsomol! Urgently to prepare the letter of the milkmaid or the cattleman on importance of political education on a farm! (I will remind: the word "farmer" concerned then to zabugornoj lives, and farms branches of collective farms and state farms named. In a course there was such lexical abracadabra — a dairy-commodity farm, MTF.) to Hand over in number hurrah-problem article about triumphal procession of socialist competition among komsomolsko-youth collectives (KMK) during shock labour watch in honour of coming nearer nice anniversary — 113th anniversaries from the date of a birth of the leader of world proletariat and the great founder of the Soviet state of Vladimir Ilicha Lenin!. Fie! Even now, after many years, in ears the ring, in a mouth was in a moment broke kislotno-alkaline balance about which we then, without advertising rezino-chewing, and did not suspect. Secondly, I also vrubilsja-has understood, that for apartment to hope — ridiculously and ridiculously. It is more naive, than to expect communism arrival in twenty years. The habitation to the youth newspaper was allocated-thrown with time in hundred years, and on the first applicant was registered, naturally, Sasha Wild boars. And osja Zapozdavnikov stuck out in turn on apartment, threatening soon ozhenitsja and to produce posterity. More shortly so to me all obrydlo, became melancholy and heavy before on a shower in another's city, that I zakurolesil. From axes and Sashej we skoreshilis-skorefanilis, have begun to drink seriously. Drank, that is called, in a black way. However, with utreshka it is still sensitive constrained itself — opohmeljalis unless pivkom or polstakashkom portvesha. Then otpisyvalis hastily the left foot, by a dinner any persons on duty informashki-zametýshki and then, having washed off under any pretext from stuffy edition, were accepted for opohmelku seriously handed over Filkinu. Once, when we with Osipom, still together, in expectation of Alexander who has got stuck with the reporting, podkljukivali in pivnushke on corner Fridriha and Proletarian, near to edition, the drinking companion my is gloomy-bearded has pulled on lyrics, on frankness — rassoplivilo: — Eh, Vadja, rodnyj you my buddy! Love — here that the main thing in this mean and zarzhavlennom the world! Has got hoarse pososal the smelly tube hidden from eyes of the barmaid in a powerful fist, and has soared further: — Eh, love! To you, Vadja, it not to understand … Though, feet, that it I? Excuse, Vadim, at you — Lenka … I and has forgotten! But all the same: Lenka is Lenka … And I of that wished to tell?. Ah, yes! I about Dashu wished to tell … You know Dashu, and? I have kept silent, have nestled to a mug, have begun to swallow with concentration repugnant beer kisljatinu. — At us you know, what with Dashej love! O-o-o! Here I have written the letter to it, yet have not sealed. Here, listen … It has dug out a leaf of bowels of clothes, has developed. — «Hi, the girl washing, brown-eyed!.» — It is not necessary! — I have covered with an orthopedic glove the letter. — I do not read another's letters and I do not wish to listen — even in author's execution. Give ive better чайкý still we will take. I have got already reduced by half bottle of fruit liqueur "Tea" from the diplomat, have splashed in a glass. Around shouted, hiccupped, blevala, matjugalas and coughed baranovskaja pjan. There was absolutely nothing to breathe. The smoke stood koromyslom though on the peeled wall gadjushnika the tablet-index with the crossed out cigarette and an inscription for some reason in English hung: «NO SMOKING!» Who here would understand it on-zabugornomu? Has got hoarse swallowed of intoxicated kissel, its Adam's apple shook, on a pitch beard the viscous stream spilt. The moron! Climbs here with the love, chafes soul and conscience! And suddenly, when I involved in a gullet the portion of a luscious poison of manufacture local likerovodochnogo factory, I was counterbalanced, have found a support point in чуднóй and obscene thought: and what, if this Osja-bear with my Elena fucked? And that — it is theoretically quite possible, so there is nothing to be turned out and komleksovat: all in the world is interconnected and interchangeable … I have not had time to finish thinking about paradoxical-drunk thought up to the end as Pushkin was drew in a tavern. We have opened the second bottle "Tea" and — poneslos-was went … Before New year I have made a prorumble — so, with an accent on the first syllable, named this terrible disciplinary crime Filkin. Actually I did not make any prorumble and even a prorumble. I am only good opohmelilsja since morning and have carelessly gone too far. Has thought: well, that I will be trampled on service — prinjuhivanija the Tomato to suffer yes grimaces of maiden Perepelitsynoj? I have called from automatic machine Volchkovu: so supposedly and so — I yet otguljal that donor free day, for November so has decided it to use today. — Oh, look, Vadim, — has warned Andrey, — run: our heads of demarches such do not like. — Yes they have gone to edrene the Hair dryer! Alas, to any Hair dryer otvetsek with redaktorshej have gone and to go were not going to are I has thought already then, after, fairly having sobered up and podrasterjav affected spirit. And Lena vgryzlas it is ruthless in I wash pechyonku: will fire!. About apartment forget then!. And I have made a feint: has gone right after New Year's holidays to the doctor-therapist and has surrendered to it on favour. However, at me indeed by then all gastroenteric economy already was seriously went on strike-zavypendrivalo: enough already vyhlebal I of soap beer, likyornoj essences, opilochnoj vodka, port yes Vermouth from rotten worm-eaten apples … With mine hilovatoj the constitution I already have smelt before in a life of hospital atmosphere. Therefore I, of course, was not delighted, and only have with relief sighed, when vrachiha have suggested me to lie down for a month in a hospital. And as I have been pleasantly surprised already in the first day of dwelling in 4th regional clinic. A pyjamas have given out not fragmentary and not washed off, bed-clothes — without stains, light and spacious chamber of all on three cots, near everyone — a bedside table, the alarm button and the fixture. And feeding!. For a breakfast besides porridge rice with butter also to tea a sandwich with butter and black caviar, and for a dinner — natural meat both in the first, and in the second … I, certainly, assumed, that I will be surprised (Lena me warned), but did not expect, that — to such degree. All spoke magic number of this spetsbolnitsy, standing in the heart of park in the best — Leninsk — city area. This number specified in its accessory to mysterious 4 management of Ministry of Health. More shortly, this clinic served only elite — baranovskih servants of the people: party, Soviet, Komsomol, trade-union leaders; together with obslugu these servants — militia, KGB, journalists, writers both other security and ideological shalupon. Moreover, as I already was then learnt-has understood, on hospital maps of each ill stood Roman tsifir — I, II or III. Patients of the third grade, such as I, pushed in tryohmestnye chambers: the second — in double; the first — in separate. And were-were available also two-three chambers lux, kakovye were stored in emptiness and closeness for the partijno most-Soviet pahanov, brezhnevyh and kosyginyh regional calibre. However poshibche, than bolnichno-communistic conditions, it was amazed — but it was unpleasantly amazed — I to the neighbourhood on cots. One of sopalatnikov has appeared instruktorishkoj rajkomovskim from Sosnovka, whether that, but the second, at the left at a window, the ulybochkoj korjabnul me as a saw — nehoroshev Aristarch Markovich own belobrysoj the person. An ulcer, the rascal, has disturbed indefatigable nervonaprjagatelnoj service. That it very long ago in the House of the press not to see was! I so with it up to the end and not rasplevalsja, only persistently evaded from confidential conversations. Damned my good breeding and pseudo-intelligence — unnecessary gift of ancestors — stir to me in relations with such sklizkimi persons sharply to place points over i, to cease to greet them. But, it is necessary to recognise, here, in hospital skukomotnoj to conditions, nehoroshev to me sincerely is it was visible — was delighted. Yes first and I have begun to dangle-communicate with it. The instructor sosnovsky has clinked glasses absolutely on Lenin's making an abstract, rustled for days on end with pages of dark blue bricks, vykolupyval therefrom immortal thoughts of the proletarian genius in the general kolenkorovuju a writing-book — was going to arrive in the Higher partshkolu. In the general conversations it not vstreval. So we stirred together and, that is surprising, this Aristarch Markovich has appeared far not so is silly, as pretended to be, and even is rather widely-read. At least, about the literature basically we also had a speech. It chityval, let us assume, Anatoly Kima, Vladimir Makanin, Fazilja Iskandera, Fransuazu Sagan, Henry Byollja and even John Updike. Besides, nehoroshev mentioned in conversation and at all exotic for Baranova names — Klyuyev, Platonova, Kobo Abe, Cortazar … However, and conclusions-judgements it frequently nonplused me. He, for example, seriously, without a smile, considered JUliana Semyonova as the ingenious writer and the live classic, and the novel «the Master and Margarita» Michael Bulgakov — grafomanskim a lampoon on the Soviet validity. It is no wonder, that ours salonno-palatnye conversations with it have started to be at a deadlock even more often. About bulgakovskogo the novel I have still got into a bottle, was accepted was to argue, but here about "Archipelago GULAG" there and then and in time have bitted tongue: the pier, «One day of Ivan Denisovicha» saw whether in "Spark", whether in "Novel-newspaper", and it is more never and anything Solzhenitsyna did not read. — Well, and «the Dog heart», for example, as to you? — Has asked as though by the way mine an ulcer vizavi. Is too Solzhenitsyna? — I have writhed a moronic physiognomy though the semiblind x-copy of the forbidden story of Michael Afanasevicha chitalas-has become engrossed in reading in Moscow DASe to holes. And not only it: and «Crimson island», and «Fatal eggs», and "Djavoliada" … — Yes is not present, not Solzhenitsyna … — usmeshlivo the Aristarch was twisted. — well, and here is how you, Vadim, to avant-guard concern? You after all, as far as I know, — the realist, the admirer of classics? — nehoroshev continually jumped dialogue on you though I am underlined and it is persistent to it vykal. — Yes, — I did not begin to deny, — to avant-guard, in the literature I concern an ardent modernist style normally — suffer it I can not. A trouble of these andergraundistov everyones that they are not able to speak simply about difficult, and for some reason of it are proud. This so-called elite pseudo-literature can be compared to a roquefort cheese: eat the few, eat pretentiously and nonplus the perverted taste of normal people. — Here it is correct! — the curator was delighted dompechatovsky. Is all bourgeois eructation. Our person a Roquefort cheese smelly is not begins and does not want. I these perverts of all … Eh! — it it is expressive krutanul the compressed fist. — and by the way, Vadim, this yours of Tops — after all the terry avant-gardist. He, as I heard, has come — even palindromy composes. The truth? Ege, so you where!. I have vaguely shrugged shoulders. — No, these palindromisty-onanisty drochenye dig stealthily, yes is deep! Speak, Tops any «the abracadabra College» creates this, the semiunderground organisation of poets-modernistov — the truth? — Has not heard, I do not know, — I have muttered. — Well, how, unless you, two poets, about poetry, about the literature do not speak? — Has long grinned nehoroshev, zasmatrivaja to me in eyes. I have become angry, have flashed: and that I, really, before it wag? Yes it has gone, the security officer zanjuhannyj, to razetakoj mothers! I have directly looked in its gimlets. — Here that, Aristarch Markovich, I firmly consider: in the literature, in creativity everyone proves how he considers it necessary and can. I am personally convinced, that the reader is worthy respect, and Volchkovu at the reader to sneeze. But it it, Andrey, too the private affair and its personal trouble. And in general, — I raised all and excited a voice, squeezing the right hand in a fist. — and in general, Aristarch Markovich, once and for all: I to you in your affairs not the assistant. Fulfil your salary in other place! And I, not waiting the answer, have jumped out of chamber just towards to the instructor-lenintsu. That even has jumped aside aside. Lines, with this Aristarch dopytlivym not only a gastritis you will not dry, but also an ulcer, that kind, prokultiviruesh! It is known: all illnesses — from nerves; only a gonorrhea yes a syphilis — from pleasure. In three days nehorosheva have written out. We have left it tense. And then, when I have received medical treatment and pulled out from hospital, povyskakivali suddenly in my destiny such changes and shocks one behind another, that to me and at all became not before filyora. It has gone!. 2 And other cares sufficed. In the first put, as I have appeared at job, on insisting Filkina the Supreme court of edition — an editorial board was going to. To judge the senior correspondent of department of propagation Neustroyev for прóгул on 31st of December the last year. The senior I became just, in November, for successes in intraeditorial sotssorevnovanii: somehow so it turned out — almost each my large material admitted on letuchkah to the best for a week. And so, passions special at editorial board session has not inflamed. Threw thunders and lightnings the Tomato, maiden Perepelitsyna has said spich in glory of the strict discipline, has sung-prokvakala something about zaznavshihsja yesterday's students zavpismami ljusja Ukraintseva, veteran Shestyorkin has condemned the stirred up youth. Andrey Volchkov but as eloquence did not possess, in oral prose, as well as in verses has tried to stand up For me, was tongue-tied, its voice fair was gone in vain. As a result overwhelming majority of voices have confirmed a verdict: Neustroyev Vadim Nikolaevicha for malicious infringement of industrial discipline to lower in a rank to the simple correspondent for a period of three months, that is to reduce its salary by twenty sound roubles. In a reciprocal word which nobody gave me, I have had time to cry out, that I spat on their foolish decision, that I have a donor inquiry for two days otgulnyh, that I will not die without these nasty two tens, that let Filkin with them will choke and that, at last, I will address in the international court in the Hague what will cancel them shizodebilnoe the decision … In a word, I have been enraged to nonsense. And business — that's it — not in the twenty which I zavsegda the fee could block, and was enraged here by their this stupid confidence-conviction, that they are right, that they have the right to judge, that they undertook without demand in any measure to solve my Destiny and to define my status. I have jumped out of an editorial office — to me something I have screamed following Filkin, but only shibche sadanul a door. On an impulse, not hesitating at all and at all not having glanced to Lena, I a whirlwind promchal two ladder marches downwards and torknulsja in a reception of the editor of the regional party newspaper. Somewhere, probably, in potayonoj kladovochke a brain this thought hranilas-was cherished: in patovoj situations to ask for «the Baranovsky truth». Calculation was on paradox: so still nobody came to this newspaper, and, can, the unexpectedness, a situation non-standard will play the role. Especially, I already in this local "Truth" have published three-four extensive correspondence and two poems. The secretary has stopped me: the editor is occupied. There is nothing, I left back in a corridor, regretting, that my fuse can be calmed down-die away. Near to a door of an editorial office on a wall the vastest stand «Best materials» hung. It was dense, entirely uleplen cuttings, strips and even whole numbers «Baranovsky truth». I not to stick out simply so in a corridor the idol, have begun to look-read mechanically. Apparently, in this newspaper the journalist with a Gogol surname — Golopupenko which subscribed strange chislilsja-was considered as the most talented: "observer" of the Baranovsky truth ”, the former staff reporter of magazine“ the Potato and vegetables ”across the Far North». Literally every third of the hung out masterpieces was it. I have recollected a funny case as on autumn has opened once on a table «the Baranovsky truth», and here on the newspaper the fly, popolzala has sat down, popolzala under enormous article Golopupenko and suddenly — bryknulas up pads and has died. Here and now I, having run eyes to steam of paragraphs of fresh creation of the former potato staff reporter under the name «Learn a life under dictionaries!», has directly clearly heard senile mumbling. Yes ive, if this decrepit mushroom with the skukomotinoj at them is quoted, I somehow will consult. At this time the secretary has fluttered out from doors and protsokala somewhere upwards on a ladder. I have solved: and, here goes! And usually secretaries say lies about employment of the bosses, preserving their rest. I have entered into a waiting room, have disturbed one door in the editorial office, the second, have stepped inside, wished to ask: «It is possible?», — also has choked. All my plans during a uniform instant have failed. I have absolutely forgotten about Burnt, zama, and it just and stayed in an office at the editor. This person with ordinary-looking appearance of a grey-haired polecat and a surname similar to a thieves' nickname, suddenly also has fiercely taken a dislike to me. And, apparently, — from what? To simply me someone also has somehow told: the pier, Burnt to your Elena sticks — jokes grease, touches-embraces accidentally at meetings in a corridor, invitations to tea … I sincerely was surprised: — He that, this starper, hopes-raschityvaet to like eyes, and to lower a nose? To it have passed. Starikan has grown furious and now on a scent me hated. And if to consider, that Burnt — the original owner-leader in edition, the grey cardinal, the editor only signs the newspaper yes is pressed out with the secretary … By the way, I have recollected besides, — and the material my last in «the Baranovsky truth» on a table at zama without movement lays, and the selection of my verses here was got stuck-upokoila at all. Having beheld Burnt, I involuntarily ojknul, they with the editor have stared at me, I have moved back, have slammed doors and, having spitted out from disappointment, have started wandering in native and hostile to me komsomolsko-flazhkovskie Penates. Chyor-r-rt, well in what there is no luck! However a hysterical fuse wash the beginnings prituhat, in addition I was intercepted on a ladder by Sasha Pushkin. — Where you were gone? We from Axes have prepared all — we wait for you. Well, what — strogach? — In the ordinary have degraded, — I have grinned. — yes well them! A minute later we were closed in a photolaboratory at JUry — it was in another's territory, on 6th floor, is far from devilish sight perepelitsynoj and devilish gljadelok Filkina. And — have arranged session of a small editorial board with full participation «Mountain ashes on cognac» and bottle "Zhigulevsk". However, first I was have waved hands: the pier, you that, children, I only just from hospital — the doctor is more strict has forbidden to use. osja, Sasha and JUra have there and then defeated utterly my arguments: first, they have told chorus and separately, doctors all without analysis forbid to use — for what it and money pays; and secondly, you have treated a stomach so now it will sustain without serious consequences grammes 250-300 … That — it is reasonable! I have accepted the first 125 drops vzbodritelnoj liquids — at once it became easier. Ah, and the rights there was Kohl, a son of dead Alyoshi, having exclaimed in the last century, possibly, with big boduna: Be not found on wine light — Toshen there would be to me light. And, who knows — the Satan is strong! — I would do troubles … And then and Lena potrudilas-was worked, has carried out the intrafamily propaganda and propagation: apartment supposedly apartment and more time apartment! Bend, press down and suffer. And I was bent and pressed down — have begun to agitate again baranovskuju youth, vozzhigat its hearts on great communistic svershenija. Sometimes it was possible to write something and as a hobby. I, for example, seriously have taken a great interest in criticism, having remembered practice in «Lit. Russia», undertook to read and review local Pushkinyh yes Goncharovs and in passing, following a method violent Vissariona, pushed in critiques the treasured thoughts-thoughts about the current grey validity. I continued to scribble off and on — on inspiration — and verses, putting them in a table, still hoping to publish sometime own book. Meanwhile, the Destiny has decided to stroke me on a head, to caress. Gears unknown lives in the mechanism krutilis-were untwisted, stsepljalis-were uncoupled, and as a result on my ticket the large prize has dropped out. The matter is that has got hoarse Zapozdavnikov suddenly, already on spring, was began to miss-was exhausted and has broken on target to Voronezh, yes, it is visible, having tasted there intoxicated love happiness with the Darya with search, he has forgotten about all and appeared in Baranove only in the middle of a week. Ruthless Filkin has achieved the: Osju from edition regional molodyozhki have chucked out, the truth — on own. He has forcedly got over on 7th floor of the House of the press, in area Baranovsky's newspaper «Forward to communism». And soon Sasha Wild boars, having gone on leave, itself has found to itself in sosnovskoj rajonke a place zamredaktora with three-room apartment so has left grown hateful "Tag" during one moment. And — it is necessary such to happen! — nearly next day editions of "the Komsomol pendant» in which eyelids throw at last smart one-room apartment in the city centre. And as neither it was bent, nor twitched Filkin, and profkom editions have been simply compelled to present-give apartment to correspondent couple neustroevyh. Here so unexpectedly also there was this most grandiose event in a life almost each Soviet person from simple — house warming. And I have received the warrant akkurat in day of the birth — on April, 13th. To admit, I have for a long time reconciled with the validity, have ceased vzbrykivat and even to drink almost absolutely has forgotten: so, on extreme only to a case or on business trip kljukal on rumashke-other and — again with golovoju in affairs-cares. In edition — has again headed sotssorevnovanie, at home indefatigably knocked a hammer, shuffled a saw, rustled with a painting brush. And that! The apartment as it also it is found, has appeared ready only naruzhno, inside was subject to completion-alteration almost on half. It was necessary to re-stick wall-paper, to bleach ceilings, to close shcheljastye floors sheets DVP and to paint, adjust doors, steklit a loggia, to change radiators and amalgamators, to build in cases, to make mezzanines … With my one and a half hands these stoljarno-building affairs moved ahead slowly and hard, but moved ahead. However, I to construct-create furniture have not got skilled at, so it was necessary in debts zalazit. But also the mother-in-law again podmogla: has allocated the sum for soft set that not on a floor us with Lena in the first days love to be engaged. And the love, really, has visited our new dwelling, as though vozvernulas to us. Lena has recovered, has come to the senses after barbarous operation, we have somehow become bored the friend of the friend, a new heat have begun to embrace and kiss. Yes-a-a, these some the cloudless months filled with good tasty cares and caress, became as though a respite before new shake-ups and collapses. Short respite. 3 And times have come the uneasy. Just it has only just started to be forgotten partially andropovskoe crackdown as have gushed soon gorbachyovskie shake-ups-changes, hatched on light and shizoidnyj, thought up, speak, Ligachyov, the antialcoholic decree. Spot-checks became the most running genre in newspapers again, as well as at Antropov. Journalists in the company with cops and combatants ransacked on shops wine-vodka, pivnushkam and cafes — caught ordinary poor fellows in the working special clothes which have taken in head in the middle of day opohmeljatsja. Sobering-up stations by accelerated tempo exceeded the plan. Alcohol have started to sell only with 14 till 17-00 and only on two bottles on a throat. There were first improbably infinite and bestial turns behind vodka. But began to disappear and soon polishes and glue have disappeared at all from department stores and hozmagazinov colognes, tooth elixirs, stekloochistitelnye liquids. In taverns to clients gave out an amusing drink only on hundred grammes and — walk, vasja! You wish to add — be humiliated, elicit, overpay yes then drink-vyhlyobyvaj an additional portion almost secretly, in haste. Somewhere in the south cut on-Cossack bluntly in what not a guilty rod, and in Central Russian chernozyomnyh palestinah, in Siberia, and on all immense and distressful country yeast and sugar — irreplaceable components in the course of manufacture of an intoxicated moisture became the most scarce products. Poor idle time Russian ljud was poisoned with tens and hundreds, shortened the century and ugrobljal nerves in wine turns, rendered tribute to sobering-up stations and speculators. There were also nevidanno-blasphemous in Russia dry weddings and nonalcoholic commemoration. I remember, buried just at that time the correspondent of TASS across Chernozem region, living in Baranove. And what wild awkwardness curled for pominalnym a table as pined obkomovtsy, representing the official power, prihlyobyvaja with sour gloomy muzzles dense kissel, however on shy offers-requests of the widow to expose on a table at least one ritual small bottle, did persons still kamennee and is more moronic, is firm отрезáли — «Is not present!». And only when attendants of party, these Pharisees and scribes, have left apartment of the dead, izmajav everything, traditional is consolatory зеленó wine on pominalnom a table has appeared. And how much for these antiwine years to the people of the small and shy has suffered innocently — passion! Reorganisation networks along with maljavkami and peskarnyoj sometimes and crucians, leshchi and even perches However, fell into web. So, Filkin with trembling and aspiration narrated on letuchke as its familiar editor — whether Penza, whether Lipetsk molodyozhki — saw off the friend-visitor on station, and before it, naturally, houses have sat. And so, they to be talked-be excused on platform undertook too loudly, the passing by militian patrol has sniffed and — finita la commedia. Both have rung out in a sobering-up station: at the visitor the ticket for a train was gone, the cart on service has gone, and the editor hospitable from the editorial armchair — head over heels. The resume: if you even the chief-cone, but have drunk, do not leave the house on a step, or, at least, from the car — do not leave the bastions. Filkin such lesson-conclusion has made it of ridiculous history with the unlucky editor. And here in these deaf persons for cheerful people times has appeared suddenly from the sosnovskoj backwoods in regional capital Sasha of Wild boars. Well, how not to note, to damp a meeting! And here Has still got hoarse Zapozdavnikov has gone down with the seventh rajkommunisticheskogo the sky. Alexander Pushkin has brought with itself the port fire extinguisher "Agdam" so we have cheered up at once, and then, already by the end of the working day, have defended the lawful two hours in is innocent-wine ocheredjuge and were loaded by vodka. Lena this evening was going to to mother to go, so have glanced-have appeared suddenly to me. Children have examined fateru, potsokali languages, primerivaja, of course, it on the destiny, but to regret did not become, have congratulated me on house warming — though and rather late trohi, but with all the heart and assiduously clinking glasses. We so razboltalis-rassiropilis, that have lost count of time. Have thought suddenly, when the third bottle "Russian" has dried up-has run low, and on a threshold Elena Grigorevna appeared. Alexander has already gaped the last bus and has settled to go to parents to Budyonnovsk a diesel engine. I zagonoshilsja to spend him: so it would not be desirable to fall heavily at once from a warm friendly feast in an ice pool of family dismantling. And quarrel-dismantling has already been provided: Elena washing was closed up by a passionate supporter criminal gorbachyovsko-ligachyovskogo the decree, struggled in the house for the total Prohibition. And here, we were not in time, boleznye, plainly to be clasped under August dozhdichkom and to muffle fairly greased voices, questioning each other and our guardian angels where supposedly still razzhivitsja a vial, — as brakes have screamed and on transition road to us has blocked miltonsky iron bobik. We and drygnutsja were not in time, as already rushed by a trellised taxi on evening baranovskim to streets. We were silent, understanding, that vljapalis is mean. And if still one year ago we could shake before noses musorov red crusts with gold bukovkami — "PRESS", and to disperse silently for anything criminal and hooligan have not made now and crusts will not help, and even will aggravate a situation. The it is more, that I shortly before that proshyolsja by the way-was trampled on baranovskoj valorous militia in one of articles. Position seemed desperate. And here a situation has turned osja. He all road thought-thought tensely, scratched and pulled the gangster beard. It and is clear: if it vyprut and from rajonki — it is necessary to roll down on the most journalistic bottom, to search for a place in any worn-out factory factory newspaper. And here, when the militian canary tormoznula, a door has revealed, and we have got out outside under supervision of two dogs-sergeants, osja, having bent down as though obtrjasti brjuchinu, has suddenly rushed and sazhennymi jumps has rushed off away. Treacherous in relation to us with Alexander this stajersky demarche Osipa could crown success for the healthy fellow the cop who has jerked behind it, has in a moment lagged behind at all, but in darkness Zapozdavnikov has not noticed a wire around gazonchika, tsepanulsja for it shtibletoj, propahal the is dirty-wet bed a beard and was there and then received in addition from the run sergeant by a weighty kick in a physiognomy. Here this professionally-mentovsky kick us, it is possible to tell, and has rescued. Most likely, us were going to, already all three, with all the heart and with appetite popinat then in the chamber but when the captain on duty has studied our journalistic crimson ksivy, and trace has beheld a bruise poured by a bright crimson dye under the left eye of the correspondent of the newspaper «Forward to communism!», — heart militian has trembled, the point was compressed. Us have released. But, as it was then found out, perepelitsyna has received zvjak telephone from this incident — kapitanishka knew it personally. Also there has again come a holiday in the street the signor of the Tomato. This time it was hysterically ruthless and has achieved the highest measure of punishment, is more correct — the whole cluster of punishments: I was again deprived by ranks of the senior correspondent, declared to me strict reprimand with entering in the private affair and have transferred to me holiday for the winter period. Filkin in public prosecutor's ecstasy even has screamed was, that it is necessary to throw out drunkard Neustroyev and from honourable private turn on the introduction into CPSU numbers, but to it have reminded, as I have loudly declared somehow, that party to enter is not intended. Filkin has choked … Time has begun to flow further. Having compressed more densely a teeth, I continued to work in "Tag", something waiting. And soon in the city of Vavilovske there was a tragical history. On Saturday on tantsverande the drunk flown into a rage hooligans have attacked the militiaman, that forcedly, being protected, shot: has wounded one and has on the spot killed other of the attacking. Then the gangster and drunk crowd from a dance pavilion has proceeded through a city and has besieged a building of city militia, povybivala glasses, has turned two special vehicles, has beaten several guards of an order and tried to break inside — to a weapon room. Only the appeared in time soldiers of garrison have calmed down the ungirdled hooligans … Communiques were that. Incident out of the common and to become silent it it was not possible in any way. Have sent to business trip me. When I in three days have given out a material under the name «Dances with the tragical ending», at first at Volchkova, then at Filkina, and then and at perepelitsynoj eyes on a forehead have got. And that! It appears, he/she is the cop has provoked collision. It and earlier from office eagerness and own pleasure beat the young fellow countrymen, and one even has crippled, that has descended to it from hands. That evening it too has become attached to the guy unexpectedly. More correctly — both from that, and from this: that fellow that is called, has withdrawn-has beaten off the little girl at impudent dust. For it also has received publicly blow in the person and when has waved away, there and then and — a bullet in a stomach … Maiden Perepelitsyna has rushed article in obkom Komsomol. There hands have waved, feet zadrygali: yes you of that — chekanulis, whether that? Such to publish?! However in sow the moment in obkomovskih apartments the modest young man was drew and it was presented by the special correspondent of "the Komsomol truth»: what here at you in Vavilovske it was occurred-has happened?. My material should be squeezed urgently to anticipate the central newspaper but when uvidal I it before number exit already in a strip, in proofs, I have reared: it was called now shizoidno «To what results drunkenness» and has been tormented, cut up and castrated so, that poluchalos-was left, as if not the cop nasty is so much is guilty, how much the twenty years' guy killed by it which have just come back from Afgana … I have rushed into an office to the Tomato (redaktorshi-maidens were not) and have shouted: — I remove the material to hell! Filkin peretruhnul, has splashed with a saliva. — How it remove-with? The right have not-with! — Yes here just also I have, and you know it. I categorically do not agree with such idiotic editing and article therefore I remove! It any more a material, and any is direct filkina the reading and writing it has turned out! I left, not waiting Filkinoj reactions to my harm-cheerful pun. But, of course, has soon arrived perepelitsyna, but, by itself, Lena was connected, but, certainly, has wisely advised not to communicate Tops with dung … More shortly, article my cut off left, the truth, under former my name and under a demonstrative pseudonym — V.Kompromissov. All our life, alas, — the continuous compromise!  <<<(P. 7) (P. 9)>>>
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