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BUZZING BAJ, MAY … Part The first 2. Ljuda P. 3 |
2. LjudaIn Ljudu I vtjurilsja-has fallen in love already. It was in 8‑м a class when little girls-schoolmates suddenly for one summer have blossomed-have matured, their figures were disturbingly approximated, the eyes still ineptly tinted by ink, have got certain attractive for us, boys, mystery, and in voices, especially during laughter, have started to slip strange — zazyvnye! — notes … Now, considering photos, I understand, that was not Ljuda such the beauty — ordinary slightly snub-nosed little girl with a bang, but here, podi you, — vtreskalsja, suffered … With Ljudoj we not only studied in one class "And", but also were almost neighbours, lived through road. However, our houses rather differed from each other: Ljudochkin it was possible to name a mansion; ours — hibarkoj. It added the complexities in developing novel: well I could not invite Ljudu on a visit, in our poor izba-room where we huddled three together — I, the mother and sister … However, about «the developing novel» I slightly have got excited. Ljuda, alas, did not hurry to answer mine "chjujstvo". Something at us was not so glued. Whether I too shy showed the love, whether looked in her eyes not very much kazisto … I Remember some episodes which were at that time perceived dramatically and even it is tragic. For example, as unizhenno I asked class rukovoditelnitsu (words "klassuha" then too was not) that it has planted me for one school desk with Ljudoj, but Tamara Sergeevna from pedagogical reasons any there at all has given up to me. Here the insult and melancholy tormented — to tears! Or as once we killed time in the warm autumn evening the street company near house Ljudochki (and words "tusovalis" yet were not!) — stirred, were pushed, played «deaf phone» and "cities". And here I, am visible, from surplus and delight of feelings, that Ljudochka nearby sits, I feel its shoulder warm (hot!) a shoulder, I hear silvery (well and what else!) The voice at the ear, has run into such euphoria, that razduharilsja over a measure and so has pushed my beloved kralechku, that it has head over heels flied from a bench. It still anything, but it so has unsuccessfully landed, that paltetso together with a dress were lifted up over a measure and to the derisive people have appeared in all intimate beauty blue pantalonchiki Ljudy and stockings with elastic bands … She has jumped, has straightened out clothes, desperately, absolutely has childly begun to cry-has begun to sob in all voice and has headlong rushed home. My torments-sufferings to describe it is impossible! I already smoked then and from cheap and zaboristyh cigarettes "Tonic" which I, got a light one from another, burnt down promptly — fireworks of sparks … scattered It is a little bit awkward to recollect and how I already burnt not by absolutely Platonic feelings and thoughts, have dreamt to see mine Ljudochku in house neglizhe. Well, of course, on small river we sometimes bathed together, I saw it in a bathing suit, but it was all the same not that. Though, I admit, when we did heats downstream our amazingly transparent river Abakan, I dived-left under water and, breath how much sufficed, stuck out there, admiring close almost absolutely a naked body of the passion. And so, so it was coincided-has happened, that the nearest neighbours Ljudy somewhere have left for a long time. I knew, that its room leaves windows directly in a neighbour's court yard. And here, the shameless person, I of that has thought up: has jumped on an alarm clock in nesusvetnuju wound, has stolen up to window Ljudinomu and was going to contemplate secret and sweet. Oblom! Curtains have appeared densely drawn. Then I have gone on watch in the evening when has darkened. This time to me has carried: And dense curtains this time still were for some reason open, and through tulle all was perfectly looked through, and Ljuda was in a room, in a house dressing gown — swept a floor with a broom. I have admired it, putting out the forelock over eaves, popredvkushal as she after cleaning will start to prepare, undress to a dream, bed to lay … And it has really started bed to lay. My breath has become frequent … However, I will not povtorjatsja-be pictured anew — this scene was described by me subsequently in the story «Meetings with this person», having connected it with a scene already from other, following my novel for a prototype of the heroine of "Meetings" was already Galja. … I have published it liked. Saw off her too on distance. And in the evenings on appointments went. With its windows. Stood hours and the shadow play looked. And heart moved in a breast, as the big rabbit in a close cage. Time even ohamel to boldness, in darkness has rolled over through shtaketnik a front garden, the nose pripljushchil has made the way between beds and to its window. One curtain — my ally! — hardly it was turned, and I have seen... It stood sideways to a window and assorted bed. Thoughtfully, has slowly combined half-and-half, then four times a pink coverlet, has hung up on a chair back. Has cast away a blanket in it is dazzling a white blanket cover. Has shaken up a pink pillow. Has approached to a pier glass at an opposite wall, took a crest and has spent some times on light hair. Has then got a pink nightgown from a case and has put on a bed. «It is necessary to leave!» ljusja has run fingers on pugovichkam a house dressing gown and has thrown off it. On it there were only pink shorts and any devchonochy, probably, a self-made white brassiere. It was softly bent, has unbuttoned its and chilly movement has slipped out shoulders shoulder-straps. I, choking, have seen two is gentle-pink circles, glowing on is shrill white defenceless hillocks... Suddenly she has shuddered has darted a glance at a window and was pulled to a shirt. I have rushed regardless of obstacles through a prickly acacia. Has burnt the person. Rashly sadanulsja about shtaketnik. Has flown away. Has jumped. It was threw through it and, being unsteady, has gone. I wandered till a dawn. My cheeks burnt, under a spoon is sweet ached, in eyes all was white and pink, white and pink... Actually (признáюсь!) a striptease this time is not has reached: during the most peak moment when Ljuda was already going to unbutton a dressing gown, I, probably, for excitement have lost care and an eaves tin trenknul. It it is disturbed has looked towards a window. I have dived downwards, have hidden. Having waited as to me it was thought, reasonable time, I have cautiously started to rise with kortochek, to put out a head and — eyes in eyes that is called, vstrenulsja with Ljudoj. Seconds five we is intense, in an obvious shock against each other looked, then I was picked up, threw, have flied up a bird on a high fence, have broken from it, have peeled all that could and have rushed away. And then long hesitated to look Ljude in eyes. She, the truth, pretended, that was nothing. Well and, it is possible to tell, the case which was inserted by me later into the autobiographical story "Mutter" became deification of my love to Ljude. There, recollecting the birthdays, I have recollected also how marked the 15 anniversary: … Anna Nikolaevna has been convinced: not meal on a holiday the mister, and — visitors, conversation, dialogue. I became every year more and more convinced materialist. And here on the 15 anniversary I at all, have flatly refused services, the help, assistance and in general any participation of mother in an anniversary banquet. I have summoned only: to give out me tughriks and to leave from the house of hours on five. I provided with it rather convenient position: behind a table I could playfully hehekat (I and hehekal!), scornfully to give up as a bad job (I and waved!), with a hint obranivat in conversation: — Dainties are not present: mutter mine — he-he! — has gone on strike... So we in a marching way, skromnenko... To us that? We will drink, we will have a snack, yes to walk rvanyom... However, to writhe internally first nevertheless it was necessary: I have invited Ljudu from which sat then at one school desk, and from one contact of our elbows during a lesson me shibalo a current in 10 thousand volt. I have invited her, but did not hope, that it will award my birthday with the presence, and it — has come. Also sat in ours konurnoj to a little room the queen at the head of a table among five-six children. The table our lame did not break nearly from the viands bought on those ten roubles that has given out me mother, having borrowed them at the neigbour. On this dimensionless tchervonets I have bought: Five bottles of wine «Pink strong» on 1 river 07 to. 5 rivers 35 to. Sausage half a kilogramme on 2 rivers 20 to. 1 rivers 10 to. Two banks of sprats in a tomato on 36 to. 0 rivers 72 to. Four plavlenyh a curd cake on 14 to. 0 rivers 56 to. Two bottles of a soft drink on 27 to. 0 rivers 54 to. Half a kilogramme of sweets "School" (1 river 70 to.) 0 rivers 85 to. Loaf of grey bread 0 rivers 18 to. Five packs «Tonics (14 to.) 0 rivers 70 to. TOTAL: 10 rivers 00 to. If there would be no Lyudmila Afanasevny behind a table, I sincerely would feel myself Krezom, treating friends. However, to puff up I soon has ceased, after the first kind drink ("Pink" it has really appeared "strong"). And had no time for that. At me knees shook and stuchalos-fought serdchishko mine, asked on will because, that nearby sits Ljuda, is tender on me looks, and to me 15 adult years were executed. We drank strong wine, pitched I "Will greedy accept", I looked on Ljudu-Ljudochku-Ljudmilu and with each drink all is more courageous, all knew more confidently: today I will kiss her for the first time. And — has kissed!. ("Mutter") On it soon all also has come to an end. There has come birthday most Ljudy. She has not invited me. But has invited our schoolmate Victor, zaznaistogo the impressive fellow which parents worked in regional bank. It and the beginnings strong to be on friendly terms with it. But soon they, to my pleasure (and that to rejoice?!) have quarrelled, and Ljuda undertook in the evenings to walk with other Victor, from parallel (then already 9‑го). And soon and I, having licked warm wounds, at first have gone through-has tested the epistolary novel with Natasha first in my destiny (the following chapter) and then have fallen in love already really in Galju, having painted the ending of a school life a passionate, hot and enchanting love story. And Ljuda with that Victor right after leavings school have celebrated a wedding, have begun to give birth-produce to children, remained for ever in native village. From time to time being run-coming back there, I necessarily look on them on a visit. At them in the house cosy, hospitably, well, stably (Victor is able to earn money). Two daughters have already grown, became brides. Ljuda has grown plump, has got portliness almost same what her mother possessed. Of a life does not complain. Once, when after next goshchenija at them they with Victor took me through rural park home to my sister where I have stopped, in conversation I have mentioned about Gale as the first love. Become slightly tight Ljuda (and we it is good at them have sat — to cognac, vodka and wines was much!) suddenly seriously was upset, awfully suddenly has taken offence and has begun-undertook at Victor, at the husband, to expostulate me hotly and bitterly: a pier as it I could such tell-blurt out when it was first my love after all, Ljuda!. I, of course, have willingly agreed, having hidden behind a smile easy bitterness of far childlike insult: — Yes, yes! Excuse me, Ljudochka, excuse! You were my first love! And about itself has added: «Only the meek!» Victor went and laughed … |
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© Rosedkin Sergey Nikolaevich, 2001 |
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