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Kriminal-show The story IDay has begun, of course, with scandal. Yes, this fatal summer day for Igor has begun with trivial family scandal as write in militian clumsy reports, — because of drunkenness. Igor did not sleep already from six. A perspiration as if stuffy polyethylene, has stuck round a body. Liquid brains under a cranium pobulkivali-boiled. In a throat as if not chewed piece has got stuck — it was not possible to swallow it in any way. In a stomach on a circle a rat the burning pain crept, biting and scratching interiors. Each touch of a jellylike body of the wife infuriated. And it, on the foolish habit, in a dream pressed close to it, tried to pile across a heavy foot, threw a chubby hand through a neck. And on this folding sofa-undersized object also you will not be removed. It was necessary, to the idiot, on a folding bed to lay down. «Eh, the second a room!» — mertsnula in the inflamed brain usual thought. That all more annoyingly — Igor in the sufferings is guilty. No, not that before position of copes has got drunk yesterday, uzhralsja in zjuzju, and that has not restrained and before the dream a liquid grist has drunk up. On kitchen, on one of cases, the battery of any exotic bottles was piled up: ceramic from under the Riga balm, litre from under "Carmen's" Hungarian Vermouth, big-bellied from under Bulgarian brendi «Solar coast», merzavchik hundred-gramme from under the American whisky "Cowboy"... And there, in this collection, among other the flat flask from under cognac "Derbent" — Igor's hungover hiding place is secluded hid. The day before it, by tradition, has providently filled to "Derbent" of grammes hundred fifty medicines — for the morning. Ah, as though it now has silently-very quietly risen — the uniform spring of an accursed sofa would not dare to squeak; as though it on tiptoe, it is direct so — stark naked, has crept on kitchen; has as though got cautiously precious "tanker" from a glass squadron and... And, please, before falling down to sleep — all vodka vyzhral. As though was to drunk cattle a little! It already, certainly, from Zoe's lexicon. It, as always, dryhla before alarm clock squeal, it is equal to seven. zavorochalas, zavzdyhala, has begun to yawn and stretch from a dream. Has then recollected, has hissed: «U-u, the drunk!», it was got-perekarabkala through the husband, has got on a dressing gown on thick shoulders. And — torture has begun. All one and a half hour, while Zoe vozjukalas on kitchen, in a bathroom, then in a room before a mirror, Igor, having squeezed a teeth as if the communist on interrogation, suffered silently. It as usually in such mornings, has started to stir up seriously already. It clamped itself(himself) from last forces: that speak, and at blagovernoj nevertheless shamefully to skip to a toilet bowl and with loud orom to turn itself inside out. And an occasion to it to give for superfluous insults. It laid, suffered, groaning about itself: «Leave! Well leave more soon!! And here has still begun to knock directly on brains the neighbour from above. The muzhik sshizilsja, it is visible, on apartment repair — the third year of rest did not give, and when worked in the second change, to knock-hollow-drill began directly with lifting. The builder of horse-radishes! And here and Zoe has suddenly cut the abusive vibrator on full power. She generally was rather afraid of the husband, especially on rozhon did not climb. No, rukoprikladstvom Igor was not engaged, Perish the thought, but morally the spouse pressed and suppressed — so uh it turned out. Ordinary Zoe or in general silently was going to on job, or afforded only through a teeth poshipet as though aside, poobzyvatsja in a low voice. And here as has broken loose — tinkling-tapping bottles and tubes, has incurred on the accruing: — Well as it is possible, as it is possible! The drunk lost! After all the eighth day whips! When upetsja when will choke at last! Has seized — to holiday has gone... Where you money take, a reptile? How much you have hidden from me, I ask? U-u-u, the enemy alkashnaja! From TV have expelled, you will wait — and from proof-readers will send on errands. peregarom all apartment has impregnated — faugh! U-u, a reptile!. Igor has collected the rests of forces, has decided to beat off irony, a joke — has put out a nose from under a blanket, through a pain was showed. — Zoe Mihajlovna, well as so? Now to students will come, will sow reasonable, kind and even eternal, and? Where yours pedintelligentnost, devil take it? And about holiday... You today too last day plough, go also you in zagul — I resolve... — U-u-u, the enemy! Absolutely the shame and conscience has lost. Not-on-vi-zhu! — the wife has screamed the trembled voice, has knocked a sideboard cover, has gone to an exit. Thanks God! Only the entrance door has slapped, an organism, having scented the moment, has definitively rebelled. Igor hardly was in time doplestis to a bathroom and minutes ten made laugh or scarecrows of neighbours, executing in all throat a disgusting romance under the name «Vyplevyvanie interiors». Has then opened the crane, has substituted kovshik palms under a stream burning by a cold, has splashed water of life on swelled up person — and it became the first tender instant of the inflamed heavy morning. More and more Igor immersed another's person in reviver, finding more and more full breath. Eh, now the shower contrast minutes on five, but, as usual, for the summer hot has disconnected water at all. Hardly, with recurrent spasms and desires, it was possible and to clean a teeth — it was necessary, the truth, even to kneel before a bowl not to be declined over it. On kitchen Igor has first of all got a flask of "Derbent", has looked — yes, empty. Well, still the blessing, that in a refrigerator of half-litre of mineral water waits... That for lines! Clearly, Zoe Mihajlovna from harm has drunk — to a droplet. It was necessary to type Н20 from under the crane. Igor, having drunk off a mug, has strained off the second and saws already small draughts, extinguishing a fire inside. Askance he glanced at itself(himself) in the big round mirror hanging sideways from a sink. Yes-a-a, vidok... Moustaches, as always after pjanki, for some reason rigidly puff up extensively, eyes have absolutely swum away — the Mongol the Mongol. It is good, that not so long ago, to the fortieth anniversary, Igor has celebrated to itself at last points with glasses-chameleons, is now for what bags podglaznye to hide. And grey hairs, grey hairs — my mummy! And wrinkles — My God! Yes really — all? Really the youth-youth has passed and passed?. Igor itself knew-saw — it lately has handed over strongly. If earlier it always the person lagged behind the passport age last five years, after ridiculous death of the son, it has caught up with itself(himself) aged, and now and promptly overtakes. He has mentally seen itself(himself) from the party, from distance: in close kuhonke, the hammered white cases, tables, a refrigerator, the sapiens having the university diploma and a prestigious trade of the TV reporter from which it have separated faces to a mirror naked, in one slippers, forty-year gomo, costs, shivering from a hang-over, lean, unshaven, bent from a headache and purposeless ahead... Stop, my darlings! Stop, smart guys! As it is purposeless when in a secluded place last lays, but a powerful grist in five roubles. Joke, certainly. The five is in an old fashion. In a present way, appears, — five hundreds, five golubenkih superficial bumazhentsy, combined half-and-half and concealed in a case of camera "Zenith-ET" which hangs under Zoe Mihajlovny's nose, sideways on racks. So, bystrenko, bystrenko to put on, shave (well as unshaven on street to leave, we enti — as them? — yntyllihentsija!), a jar, ballonchik three-litre to rinse it is necessary, a cover dense to pick up... And money! The Money-piece of paper nearly has not forgotten — here hohma! Igor moved all more fussy, nervoznee — in a mouth tart taste of beer directly was already felt. It vykorjabal bank notes from the camera, has mechanically looked at the counter — the film is, twelve more shots. Igor also has forgotten, when last time cocked the "Zenith" shutter. The day before the rain continually splashed. Igor remembered: when he went at night nah a house it on Quay was taken by a rain shower, it was necessary even to wait under a linden, having clasped-having embraced its wood hips. It was gloomy and now, in the morning, but did not drip yet. Eh, kaby the sun a slice, everything, you look, would become more light on a shower. In such condition as today, Igor did not like street. In general all world did not like. It, askance, nervously glancing from under zatemnevshih points on passers-by, has bustled through International. Just opposite to its entrance the street Cooperative, and on it in the third house from a corner, in a cellar began, there was a pub. Absolutely near: of what still to dream to the hungover person? Igor has already jumped wide as friendship between the people, International, carefully avoiding rapprochement with mad автó, has already removed superfluous stress from itself, having stepped on sidewalk as has suddenly seen "Zhigulis" directly before a nose. He hardly has had time to jump aside, but "nine", having crashed a wheel in a rut on a lawn, has got its dirty splashes, zaljapala jeans. Your mother so! At this crossroads of journey was not — there were across concrete beds and an iron parapet. And here, please, impudent svolochary on wheels have thought up to taxi on the main street directly through a lawn and on sidewalk. However, lines with them! It is necessary pivka more soon. Igor slightly obtrusil a trouser-leg, has wiped shoes about a grass and has directed nearly run to basement gadjushniku. On the broken steps in a nose shibal such abrupt and smelly smog, that for certain would turn out the fresh person. Though the foot of the fresh person concrete shcherbatye steps hardly when went into these. Under low vaulted ceilings in a dense fog pomojnyh steams snulymi fishes morning languid clients floated. Near a rack was going to tolpishka. At Igor heart was compressed and skukozhilsja the stomach, but here a hoarsely-shrill voice barmenshi has encouraged him. — Well-to, you, with mugs, all for tables, to such mother! Have gone otseda! I only to waitresses pour and in banks, takeout. Well! Sufferers from crowd have begged was: Lyudmila Vasilevna supposedly the beauty, we die, kruzhechku only... But the tsarina-mistress, this "Lyudmila Vasilevna" — the low fat woman with a nose-pjatachkom, razmalevannym a mouth, in a mouth a gold crown gleams, the back of the decayed tooth nearby blackens — has flown into a passion. — I have told and — sha! It has wiped hands about a spotty apron on which the fish slime and scales plentifully shone, has seized Igor's to bank — fortunately, with container there was it one, — has splashed in it from a plastic jug any opitki and has put under the crane. Igor has braided itself: hardly a word against vjakni — you will remain and at all without beer. Customs of this murlastoj dirty samodurihi to it were perfectly known. — And more, be so are kind, kruzhechku, — he has correctly told, stretching money. — It is necessary to take fish, it is necessary, — "Lyudmila Vasilevna" has muttered, but has muttered not energetically, not prikazatelno — nevertheless Igor considerably differed from usual clientele. — Next time — a double portion, I pledge a word. And today, excuse magnanimously, at me a heartburn, — as it is possible is more charming it was twisted. Has worked. Having sealed bank and having picked up a mug with a muddy liquid — foam was fallen down-was dissolved on eyes, — it has passed in other hall where traded in vodka. Just there were hundred fifty grammchikov. Igor knew — it will be a little, day only was untwisted. Igor had a presentiment already — and today it unyrnet in zagul, will celebrate to the full extent. Only here on what?. Though, what for about it now! There is a perfect wise saying: do not pass the bridge while it has not reached. There will be a day and will be peeping, is more correct — pitie. Igor took a glass with vodka, villages for the wooden sticky table densely covered with the fish remains, has exhaled peregar: here it also has come — a medical-improving instant. — Igorek, greetings! It, already holding disgustingly smelling glass at lips, was cut — unfamiliar fizija, acquired, with a dribbling mouth, with a shiner under an eye. I see. Igor, slowly, with effort swallowing, has decanted a repugnant liquid, at once, not translating breath, has dropped to a mug, has taken a sip. Only then, having added on snack to steam of portions of stuffy air, has turned to the neighbour. — Well? That with affection-plaintively looked to Igor in eyes, priklanivajas and fingering fragmentary kepchonku dirty paws, has whispered with groan: — Igor, the friend, a draught leave, and... I Die!. Igor in a youth when to it has hardly knocked seventeen, flatly refused to believe, that will sometime regret about a headdress. They then with the friend-messmate, having taken a sip of wine, with boredom and by nonsense have solved podtatuirovatsja slightly. It to the friend hardly above a wrist on the left hand, there where hours usually carry, in the form of the press abrupt has pinned from help Turgeneva: «Love are vernal floods!» And the friend on fingers of the left hand has written it hypodermic ink a name — Igor. Wine eventually tjuknulo on mladym to brains, "master" has lost clearness of movements and as a result the soft sign on a little finger skosobochilsja-skorjavilsja, has turned out similar whether on a firm sign, whether on fossil jat. And now here, after years, Igor really has already regretted time and again about the boyish idiocy — any obrazina learnt his name and took liberties. It has made still pair of drinks of a swill and, having set aside a mug to the drunk-vagabond, silently has risen and has gone. «God forbid such to become!» — has pricked consciousness, but in an organism — he felt — toning up juice, zapulsirovala a life has already begun to ferment. Igor bore a bag not on a shoulder, and in a hand, on weight, trying not too to splash beer. The bag demanded attention, it has concentrated on it, has taken a great interest and has shuddered, when again on the same place, already on sidewalk International, it was frightened by automobile roar. Igor has jumped aside, has turned back: black "Volzhanka" it is impressive prokatila on a dirty track, has got out waddlingly on foot asphalt, has settled, moving down from a border on proezzhuju a part, it is direct on "zebra", gazanula and has rushed away. Igor heated by anger, continued to stand still, compressing fists. What impudent pigs! All sidewalk blackened fat gazonnym chernozem. For what only GAI officers receive the salary? At home, already having reduced by half bank and more and more vzbodrjajas, Igor was got seriously. No, what this such? Means, everyone to drag, the shopkeeper or the prostitute, can press all around, sling mud? Means, if it goes by the stolen smelly car, also the law for it not pisan? Sober — Igor was the person quite reasonable; drunk — became often the fool. Asked for trouble, searched justice and got because of it to histories. Having begun to boil, it any more had no skill to cool down, stop, recede. It and was come to this time mind by ingenious idea. It a volley hvatanul still a beer glass, ostatnee has closed and has cleaned in a refrigerator — will return in half an hour, dohlebaet. Instead of tenniski and jeans, has dressed for solidity a light yellow shirt with short sleeves and light grey trousers. Has put in a pocket the crimson certificate of a member of the Union of journalists of the USSR — it was already void, but a kind had the impressive. Has removed with a carnation "Zenith", has thrown through a shoulder. Igor has taken of a fighting position on a border, metres in ten from two nakatannyh dirty strips-traces on sidewalk. It has moved the camera on a breast, has uncovered, has cocked a shutter, has established a diaphragm and endurance. He felt strong, dexterous, assured and terrible. Anything-anything — will tremble. Will see the aimed objective — will stop, on popjatnuju will go. And who absolutely superimpudent, will not pay attention: well, Igor snimochki then to the chief of GAI under a nose will put — start up understands. What for to it, Igor, all it is necessary, he and itself plainly did not know. Zaelo and all. It is opposite, as this impudent shushera dominates around as these jajtsegolovye shopkeepers behave owners of a life. And vodka in an organism, having concluded an alliance with beer, warmed up a brain and nerves. Igor at heart suspected: next morning, having overslept, he and to think will forget about these pictures and GAI officers everyone there, but the spirit at present has gone. It will show them kuzkinu mother, svolochugam! In it, still before dinner, time to the people was unsteady on streets a little. Through ruptures in dense clouds the sun at times broke. Igor just in case held a finger on a diaphragm ring. However insolent cars with Cooperative something did not try. Has passed about a quarter of hour. Igor has started missing, and, the factor serious, bad beer was requested outside — after all more than two litres has accepted. Igor has already started to pack the camera as suddenly to the closed crossroads has driven blue "Mercedes". These "Mercedeses" has divorced now in a city, as if cockroaches in pivnushke. For an instant it has braked, as if deliberating, then has moved, has accelerated a course and has confidently driven on a lawn. Igor has thrown up "Zenith", has seen through an objective absolutely close paederastic автó, has inside noticed three silhouettes and has pressed descent, trying not to lose from focus car number. It has not stopped, has not moved back. Igor was sharply pulled rychazhok film transfer, absolutely having forgotten, that by it in its "Zenith" already kleenyj: a plastic cock — hrup! — also it was broke off. Lines! Igor was inclined over the camera, peering. During this instant someone behind has rigidly seized it for hair. Igor has rushed, turned out by a body, and there and then as if the sledge hammer ran into its stomach. Breath has disappeared, guts have burst, and boiled water has rushed from them. Igor consciousness edge still caught, as it drag, squeeze in the car, still heard through a ring and a rumble someone's dense voice: — E, close to it kachan and bend down. The head to it was wrapped up with something dusty, stuffy. He has convulsively inhaled few times, has moved. And there and then the fist-hammer with fury has fallen, has shattered a nape. Igor has become soft, has floated somewhere in an unknown dark distance where ahead it is not visible vspoloha, a gleam. Darkness. IIZoe has come home late, already about seven. Last examination was tightened, yes while a holiday money has received: toiled in turn to cash desk, was afraid, there will be no money — such happened now pretty often. And then also in a hairdressing salon has turned — it was ruined on the modelling. It would be desirable a holiday. It has just in case disturbed a call though did not doubt — the husband now hardly the at home. Already by experience and intuitively she knew: Igor has not stopped yet, drinks. And he drinks-drinks up ordinary somewhere on the party. Well and it is fine. Straight off, from a threshold abuse to get it would not be desirable, she has got tired as a dog. Zoe did not like the job. Job exhausted it. These stupid students are chronically indifferent to German language. And how it is its God has managed the destiny to connect with dojchem? Englishwomen now at their institute are blissfully happy, money row — an English in a fashion, an English in great demand... All, fie, fie and fie! About job — neither words, nor thoughts! The whole month we will have a rest and speak only in Russian. Zoe has closed a door on a chain, has pulled together shoes from the swelled feet, there and then, in a corridor, has blissful relaxed on a padded stool, was released for a minute from the world. Feet hooted, postanyvali, ached. Zoe again with fear, with melancholy has thought: what with it will be years through ten? If, give the God, will live, certainly. Will carry by leaps and bounds. She already also does not eat almost, any diets of torments, and dresses and go to pieces. Doctors assure — all from nerves. Nerves, nerves... Try save them at such life. It has unwillingly risen, has passed on kitchen to put a teapot. What is? Zoe took from a table a glass with muddy potekami, has smelt — beer. It has opened a refrigerator — bank with the swill rests. Strange, usually blagovernyj for show does not walk, all poisons to hide tries. It has opened jar, has smelt: faugh-u-u! And how he drinks this nasty thing? Urine urine! Having put a teapot on a plate, Zoe has passed in a room, has started to change clothes. H'm, it is strange nevertheless... What he, whether so upilsja, what has forgotten to hide beer? Or he has decided demonstration to arrange, into scandal openly runs?. But just today Zoe has decided to keep very much itself from abuse. It hardly will help. And, besides by experience, Zoe guessed: Igor's next hard drinking approaches to finish — at it money already should run low, and conscience torments, on the contrary, should wake up just about. And then it becomes again kind, clever, good and if not ardently liking (that to palter!), at least, outwardly tender and sympathetic. Zoe liked the husband every year all more strongly and more desperately. They have got married — ten years minulo, and Igor has got to it, Zoe, not for simple for so. No, much to Zoe should be undergone — to go through before Igor's novel with its best girlfriend of a youth Arina. And all years of a marriage, from first day, from wedding, Zoe all time felt-felt any unsteadiness, fragility in their relations. Igor as if looked all time somewhere by it, aside. Zoe was afraid, that it at any moment will leave and will not return. Never will return. She has quickly-bystrenko given birth at once to it to the son, tormently, through kesarevo — has adhered more strong, strong knot. And it is valid, Igor with a head has plunged into home life — all the evening long and days off spent houses, pottered with Pavlikom, raised from it the muzhik. He drank then moderately, without an anguish. Kissed-pardoned Zoe, spoke it hot words. All has failed suddenly, during a uniform instant. They all family walked in celebratory light evening on Quay. Have cheered up, played. Igor caught up Pavlika, slapping hands together, that squalled from delight, touched legs, turning around on run. Zoe then quite still even harmonous, paced trace, with a smile on them glanced. The summer ringed, the greens behaved violently, the life triumphed and boiled. And at this time on the Quay closed for journey, drunk "Field" already rushed. And during this instant Pavlik in passion of run has already rushed, cheerfully chirping, through trees to road... From kitchen whimsical whistle has reached. Zoe has started, has come back in today, has gone to make tea. Well here, mint as has to spite come to an end — it is necessary to strew naked tea leaves. Zoe cut off a modest slice of cheese, has cleared a carrot, has got liked strawberry jam. Here and all supper. The deaf silence in apartment pressed, only because of an open window of a loggia shouts of children playing an athletic field poorly reached. Zoe has switched on the receiver, has tried to listen attentively — again same strekotnja: in public selected... Reforms... Privatisation... Democracy... Successes... Zoe has pressed keys of the first program: so, so — theatre... What is it? Something familiar... A-a-a, «Village Stepanchikovo and its inhabitants» with Gribovym in a leading role. It is beauty! Zoe listened, prihlebyvaja the tea, already familiar transfer and thought of how tomorrow or the day after tomorrow Igor will come up from the beer whirlpool, will be overslept, vozvernetsja in itself and again will be engaged in serious business. Though at heart Zoe not absolutely believed, that business in what sober Igor is engaged, really serious and perspective. Igor wrote the book. Yes not novel any there or povestushku — where there! In student's years, on Moscow State University journalism faculty, Igor has taken a great interest Dostoevsky's in studying. He at first has written course job on «to Notes from an underground» in which proved: the Underground person in itself not such the bad person, not too it is nasty and bad, as it paint "dostoevskovedy". After all it is the Underground person has blackened itself in "Notes", has told on itself superfluous. And actually it is clever, talented, proud, samoironichen, is bashful, not indifferent and — the main sufferer, the main martyr from all characters of the story... Zoe whom the husband has learnt to read and like Dostoevsky, completely with Igor agreed. He too wrote degree job on creativity of the liked writer — «the Hero-writer in Dostoevsky's world». Zoe from stories of the husband knew, that protection of the diploma at it has not failed nearly. They have converged with the head of the diploma, professor Vajnshtokmanom, in sights at creativity of great Russian writer. To Igor have put for the diploma "chorus" and that as though in the form of favour: the pier, has avoided it trojaka only because all five years studied almost only perfectly well. Lopouhy then still Igor has understood nothing, was not cut, hands has lowered and has thrown literaturovednichat. And suddenly its degree job have published in the solid collection, in Moscow, the big circulation. So now, having sobered up, Igor with greed rushed to a desk. It in detail depicted to Zoe the maintenance of the future book «Re-reading Dostoevsky». It will be made by ready student's jobs about the Underground person and heroes-writers; under the name «Dostoevsky's Minus» Igor has already finished the third part and now worked over the final, biggest and difficult monography — «Dostoevsky's Suicide». He will try to prove in it, that the ingenious sick writer all life aspired to suicide, but overcame terrible attractive temptation, killing and killing itself only in creativity, in revolt against the God of concrete heroes... And what if to pour out this damned beer? Zoe has already pulled out to bank from a refrigerator, but to overturn it over a bowl has not dared. To it it is perfect, well it was perfect not clearly: how can clever, myljashchy the person to drink this nasty thing? And in general — to drink, transforming itself in cattle... Zoe more and more tried to adjust itself: all, in whatever kind it was today, I will be constrained. The main thing — tomorrow morning to keep it, not to provoke to quarrel, not to allow an occasion to take offence, slap in a pointed manner a door and to run in new zagul. Transfer has ended. Zoe has not restrained, has got in a room from Igor's desk (to which it is more strict forbade to touch) a folder with article manuscript «Dostoevsky's Minus», has read in one place a slice, in other: «Dostoevsky did not like Jews. He could hate and despise separate Russian, but infinitely liked Russian people; and, on the contrary, he respected separate Jews, supported with them acquaintance, but as a whole the Jewish nation considered pogubitelnoj for all other people and first of all — for Russian. Will tell more correctly, that Dostoevsky was angry not on Jews, and on — "Jews". It very accurately divided these concepts and once, compelled to an explanation publicly, pechatano, has in detail explained the position in the given question... ... So, destructive, hostile to Russian people and all world of a direction of activity of "Jews" Dostoevsky sees in all: and destruction of woods, pogublenie soils, and spaivanie the people, and harmful monopoly in the industry, the finance, on the railway, and preparation of a destructive social revolution... And how the literature? Well, certainly, in this area Dostoevsky felt «a strong smell of garlic». Also there could not be differently at the person, living the literature, seeing in it all sense of the existence. Sketchy marks in note writing-books testify, that this problem excited Dostoevsky seriously, here again he saw "zhidovskie" intrigues: «the Journal literature all has broken into small groups. Many Jews-entrepreneurs, at each Jew on one writer were... Also publish.» «Jews, the press, instead of the literature is». But Dostoevsky has stated most full sights at the given problem in one amazing on frankness and tone the letter. In February, 1878 the writer has received the message from a certain Sergey Epifanovicha Grishchenko, the teacher of Kozeletsky parish school of the Chernigov province in whom that, complaining of domination of "Jews" in native province and being indignant, that the press, journalism holds the party of "Jews", some words »on this question ask Dostoevsky« to tell. And here the author of "Demons" to absolutely stranger there and then in the reciprocal letter ploughs up all soul, is frank very much: «Here you complain of Jews in the Chernigov province, and at us here in the literature already set of editions, newspapers and magazines is published on zhidovskie money by Jews (which arrives to the literature more and more), and only the editors employed by Jews, sign the newspaper or magazine Russian names — that's all in them Russian. I think, what is it only the beginning still, but that Jews will grasp much still bolshy a circle of actions in the literature; and till a life, to the phenomena of the current validity I do not concern: the Jew extends with uzhasajushcheju bystrotoju. And after all the Jew and it kagal is all the same, that plot against Russian!.» Zoe has shuddered, has slammed a folder, has hidden in a table — call?. But it rang to neighbours. Then it sat in an armchair, knitted, communicating with "box". Zoe has had time to look never-ending "Santu-Barbaru" where rich too cry, then one-sided "News", has mastered also a standard American detective, and the husband all was not. The day before it was declared in the second to o'clock in the morning so that today before not to come? Zoe, of course, guessed, yes that there guessed — knew: walks it Igoresha, walks up and down. The only thing about what asked the God: if only not with Arina, if only not to know, where and with whom. She has shuddered for insult and anger, having recollected that ill-fated morning when, having been unwell, has returned from village from mother before term per day. About as she dreamt to kill during that moment to destroy and it and it! Especially — it. Zoe has rushed on kitchen, has seized bleskuchy roundish toporik for meat, but Igor has had time to clamp, adhere a kitchen door, and that of a knot the dissolute has contrived to slip out apartment, to escape the seminaked. Zoe then, already having sobbed out all tears, weakened, has collected from bed the befouled linen — pillowcases, a bedsheet, a blanket cover, — has taken out all it, has thrown out in the garbage container on pleasure to any poor old woman. Also did not talk to the husband the whole month. And to leave, leave absolutely — forces has not sufficed. Zoe liked Igor. And every year all proshchyonnee, all is more hopeless... About eleven zatrenkal a call. Well, at last! Zoe has sighed-has exhaled, has tightened itself, has aloud ordered: «Calmness! Attention and caress!» It has looked in an eye — the neigbour from apartment opposite, Nina. Zoe has disappointedly thrown off a chain, has opened and at once has noticed — on Nina persons are not present. — Zoe, pretty, dear, gain, — that has whispered a crying voice. — oh, gain! — Yes what's happened, Nina? What with you? Victor beats? Zoe has receded, has let in the frightened neigbour. That has seized her hand. — Zoechka, the darling, twelve thousand it is necessary. Only — twelve! Prjam shchas, immediately! — Yes that for haste? Explain at last — waste what? Nina was twisted, has sobbed. — Yes what waste! Kolka mine, the blockhead, has got involved in an unpleasant incident. Money from it demands — half-hundred tyshch. At me thirty eight are. And they were secured shchas — two spindle-legs, the boy yes the maid with them, — of a pistol frighten: pay also all! — You have become crazy, Nina! Give urgently in militia we will call. Unless it is possible so without ceremony to plunder here? — Yes that you, that you! What, to hell, militia! They have given ten minutes: exactly in eleven will leave with money or without. And then, have told, Kolke not to live. Yes it and itself is guilty. Zoes, I shchas will burst into tears with them and all to you I will tell. Oh, without three minutes! Give, for goodness sake! Zoe and itself was frightened, hands hodunom came. Has run to a sideboard, was accepted in a hiding place shurovat: yes where money — five thousand only... Fie you, it from a handbag still have not laid out them. Zoe run again in a vestibule, raspotroshila a handbag, has counted. Nina fussy sgrebla, has nodded, was threw through a corridor — by radio pikalo exactly eleven. Having dropped to an eye, having concealed breath, Zoe observed, how a minute later from apartment opposite one behind another there were two guys in black vests, the bald restless fellow and patlataja the maiden. They, not hurrying up, talking and exchanging smiles, podefilirovali to the lift. Suddenly from open still doors it was pulled out shaggy small Puzik and with angry bark has rushed for robbers following. A second later the dog squeal and a uterine laughter of winners was distributed. The poor doggie has reached, somersaulting, to the door of darling apartment. Nina has come lost, crushed, killed. Has failed in an armchair, has wrapped up a faded dressing gown on a full breast, has wiped tear. — Here and I will die! Whether with my heart such performances! Oh, Zoe, allow to have a drink something and a valerian. You is not present?. Yes ive, the history at neighbours has happened foolish and at the same time ominous. Kolka, the son, otmuchiv this year school, has selected the most modern trade — the shopkeeper. It was employed in a stall to the co-operator — a cud, "snickerses", lighters, cigarettes and other rubbish to sell. And here it was palmed off to it one of these days shket, the ringlet gold puts: tyre out, a pier — all the same after all you trade. To sell has advised more cheaply, thousand for thirty: twenty five "pieces" (they tyshchi "pieces" name!) — to the owner, the rest — Kolke. And term — till Wednesday. And Kolka, the blockhead and the fool maloholnyj, has taken in head to grow rich on a ring — these fifty "pieces" to request the beginnings. Well and all terms has passed. That, bald, was secured on Wednesday: drive, say, grandmas. No. Give urgently — own. «Yes whence? — Answers Kolka. — On, take away a ring nasty, if so». And that oshcherilsja: «Well there is no, a ring now yours, money is necessary to me». Eventually Kolka that has sent shketa bald where far away, otvalil, using foul language and barking. And here today — a call to a door. The grandmother — well absolutely from mind has gone balmy the old! — took, and has opened, not sprosjas. Kolka already slept in a back room. Nina, having jumped out vstrech to uninvited visitors, skumekala: zabozhilas, there is no supposedly a son of the house, with the little girl somewhere walks. Here still Vit'ka, husband Nina, hungover, has got out of a bedroom: who are that yes in what occasion? Even on a pistol has being drunk got. Main from these, mordatyj, in dark glasses so pripechatal to poor Vit'ka, that that has head over heels departed and to a wall vlip. Now the mouth cannot open — the jaw has swelled. How here money you will not give? They fifty tyshch have demanded, twice it is more (it in punishment — have explained). Nina, with tears giving blood tyshchi, has dared nevertheless, has asked: a pier, again will not come? The leader has grinned: « Do not become flustered, mummies, do not shiver as on an electric chair. We people fair, fair: we will not appear any more — sleep easy ». And — has begun to neigh, cattle... When Nina has left, Zoe has looked at hours: ogo, the first hour. To worry it would not be desirable but how to squeeze itself? It has opened curtains, has begun to potter with colours — kashpo all kinds and the sizes were densely restricted on a wide window sill. Zoe with concentration broke weakened tsvetki and leaves from a geranium, the Chinese rose, a violet, Japanese gloksinii, loosened soil in pots, watered with a weak solution of tea. And thoughts jumped: precisely, the rascal, has twirled with someone!. In history of their family happened and time and again, that Igor did not spend the night at all at home. For the first time it happens, when it still worked as the journalist. It has received then unexpected and on those times the solid award — was declared home already slightly podshofe, with a bouquet of claret roses, vigorous, vigorous. From a threshold declared: trite suppers any today from a potato and tea — we go to restaurant. And here it has done a foolish think, of course, Zoe. Whether the mood does not happen, whether podspirtovannaja energy of the husband in a moment razdrazhila — became stubborn. Igor persuaded about half an hour, begged, even on one knee theatrically fell also a hand to heart put, as if the hero-lover... Then psihanul, has presented with "silly woman", has slapped a door. And — it was declared home in seven mornings, the rumpled drunk which has got tired and more. When, after certain terms, reconciliation has taken place, Igor has told such history: sat in "Central", two officers, the major and the captain have sat down for its little table. Well, have met, have got drunk (uh and drinks it ofitsere bezdelnoe!), and then those have suggested to go on a visit to them, doguljat a holiday. Well, Igor in a heat also has agreed. Officers the car waited with the sergeant-driver, have sat down, have jerked for twenty versts from a city in New settlement where the part kapitano-majorskaja lodged. There have still struck krepenko and — it was chopped off, a pier. And it is guilty in all, yes-yes, supruzhnitsa silly, — it was not necessary to expose whims, evening bonus to spoil. Another time Igor, also after house verbally-nervous drachki, shone with the absence all night long. Then pictured, as it was declared to the old friend on a visit, and at that is house warming. While things helped to transport, while vspryskivali this event while has come to — night and has flown by... And so — each time a modern history. Zoe tried to believe all these cock-and-bull stories of the husband (that-that and to tell he is able, it from it you will not take away) that most was quieter to live. What this time will compose, interestingly? Zoe has laid down already in the second, long turned, woke up among night continually, listened to silence. At seven o'clock has not sustained, has risen, though intended in the first holiday day to sleep till a dinner. Already finishing drinking tea with jam, it was suddenly recollected-has guessed: where there can be it! Certainly, in this accursed "Wild boar". Certainly, it is a shame and to search-rummage shamefully for the husband-drunkard on a city but what to do, if validol any more does not help, and heart plays pranks and taps. Minutes through twenty Zoe paced on Quay sidewalk where there were no years five, from that their last family bloody walk. Before a foot suspension bridge directly at water has opened last year cafe "Wild boar" — a joy of all drunks okrugi. This pub and day and night, round the clock — a fairy tale for the hungover person worked. Despite early morning, little tables under canopies on either side of pavilonchika almost all have been occupied. "Comet" on the underwater wings, moored to a cafe-bar mooring — a hall-lux of "Wild boar" was empty only. To pavilonchiku the infinite concrete ladder reminding the well-known Odessa conducted downwards. Zoe, having been late above, has begun to peer in kafejnyj a landscape. Brown movement below dominated. Someone, rocking, trudged to buffet, someone already, carefully bearing plastic red glasses, hurried under a canopy. Near to "Wild boar", on a small city beach, to the nearest cabin for disguise three-four clients of cafe-bar — toilet ocheredishka have crowded. To a distant locker room pospeshali one for other client — vstrepannye swelled up babeshki, shirked ashore all night long. One drunk has hidden for a corner of pavilion and, trying not to rustle, is silent bleval, but to it already hurried hefty kabanchik, shouting on run. Another shvartseneggernyj the security guard, pripodymaja okosevshego muzhichonku for shkirku, pushed out it upwards on a ladder from territory of "Wild boar". Muzhichonka in a paroxysm of intoxicated spirit rested sickly feet, something lowed, and then suddenly has whiningly begun to yell in all voice: — A-a-a, Russia accustom to drinking, zhidovskie muzzles! The guy at once osvirepel, has hitched up the drunk in air, has thrown out through last steps, has struck a huge kick in a makeweight. – Go, walk! Too to me, the Slav smelly! The hapless client, masha hands, has flown by by Zoe, raspljuhalsja on a lawn, has raised a howl-has begun to cry, powerlessly banging a fist by the ground. — S-s-suki!. As it is opposite, but she has dared to go down — to look better. Under bushes on coast sleeping figures were seen — can, and Igor among them. But Igor there it has not appeared. Having got out back on Quay, Zoe has stood in meditation, has tickled the nerves: instead of whether to appear suddenly to Arina? That vein absolutely nearby, a stone's throw away. However on this desperate gesture Zoe and has not dared, has started wandering home. At an entrance when it entered, the young man — high, with a light forelock loomed. Zoe would not turn on it the slightest attention if it not seemed to it, that the guy vozjukalsja at their mail box. Has Perhaps seemed? Just in case it has got keys, has unlocked a box — an envelope stuck, but pure, without an inscription. It there and then has feverishly opened. A leaf. Lines curves, letters in running start, but Zoe has learnt at once handwriting of the husband. «Zoe! Business serious! I do not joke, believe. Me have stolen. They demand 500 000 (five hundred thousand) roubles. Zoe, they will kill me! It is the truth!!! Money, in a package, it is necessary to put in our mail box — today, on Saturday, till 18-00. Zoe, find money! If you wish to see me live! Zoe, they to me have beaten off kidneys!!! Igor». (P. 2)>>> |
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