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To execute It is impossible To pardon P. 1 |
To execute it is impossible to pardon The story Part I1. Valentine Vasilevich FirsovValentine Vasilevich Firsov did not know, that today, on July, 23rd, 1988, will die... And as he, the young, 42-year-old man, hardly, as the bag a flour filled by health, could think of death this ringing summer morning if the destiny especially indulged him recently, loaded with presents, pleased it. Before New year it at last vytsyganil four-room apartment and in that area where also it is necessary to live to inhabitants Baranova respected and respecting. In this regional centre from three areas only one highly was quoted — Lenin. Here and the small river Studenets a cool breathes, and Suburban wood at once behind the bridge trailing, and there and dachki — a hand a tax: it is not necessary on district road avtobusit on heat and a dust. Valentine Vasilevich when eight years ago has got by magic, on one stately fellow countryman hoteniju from the chief of department deep rajonki at once in editors regional molodyozhki, that, accordingly, at once has received apartment and in Leninsk. Not apartment, and, on those times, for three persons — a two-room palace. But here family the successor has increased, born still, and Valentine Vasilevich has started to strive, look in high offices with double massive doors, to be cried about the life-byte. Eventually communications have worked, to it have told: «it is fine, there will be at you three rooms». Valentine Vasilevich zakanjuchil, that-de children at it raznopolye, and, can, soon one more stroganyotsja. It is one. And another: without a separate house office in any way it is impossible for it, well it is absolutely impossible — on newspaper job it is necessary to take that on the house, and he «Fishing pobaski grandfathers Nichipora» pores over the book, after all promise to publish in local publishing house... Last argument has convinced: «it is fine, you will receive four-room, only in the Soviet area». And here Valentine Vasilevich has risked, oh as has risked: has made the offended person, a voice whining — yes unless it is possible to live in the Soviet area? Yes there only know who lives?! Yes there about fishing absolutely you will forget!. — Oh, Bringing down, Bringing down, you will bring me, the impudent fellow you such, under a monastery, — have told to it with soft reproach. — so and to be, I will punch to you a mansion on Quay, but consider — he-he! — the book about grandfather Nichipora that to me has devoted... Soon Firsov has received the desired warrant. The same and with car. As he dreamt of the fifth model of "Zhigulis" as patiently pined in turn. On antediluvian "Moskvichok" though it also was looked absolutely brand new, well-groomed, Valentine Vasilevich and to look recently did not want, and to go on him even was ashamed. And suddenly — bah-trah-tararah! — appear in Baranove absolutely unprecedented "ZHiguljata" — the eighth model. Well it is direct — made in not ours! Valentine Vasilevich so has lighted up, as rest, both a dream, and appetite has lost, on service, in edition, to employees a cheerful life has arranged, the wife some times to tears, to a hysterics has finished. And that! pounizhatsja to run about, poklanjatsja it was necessary much, before has appeared in its garage instead of bothered "Muscovite" and by nonsense of expected "five" the smart "eight", similar have published, as he considered, on firm "Рено" car. Besides, perfect noble colour — «coffee with milk». More recently Valentine Vasilevich has added last dab in a picture of the autowell-being: has got an import autoradio tape recorder with columns and some cartridges to it already with records most as the friend-seller assured, popular western rock groups... Were at Firsova and friends-companions. There was a present strong company of four muzhiks, strongly stuck together by the general passion to fishing. Besides, people all not from the last: the secretary obkoma parties of Bulls Anatoly Lukich (it also was the fellow countryman-benefactor, Valentine Vasilevicha's guardian angel), the vice-president of the Budyonnovsky Executive Committee of the City Soviet of People's Deputies Ivanovo Paul Igorevich and the journalist from budyonnovskoj the city newspaper «Local truth» of Hooks Victor Valerjanovich. By itself, according to Firsova, this of Hooks was a little beaten out from their nomenclature company, but, first, fishing of all equalises — from the fireman to the minister, and secondly, Victor Krjuchkov was considered as the promising writer, in the forty years was published in two collections of prose young and was able to tell very fine any histories, for what was appreciated and respected especially by Anatoly Lukichom Bykovym... And, certainly, among gifts of destiny Valentine Vasilevich counted JUlju Kuprikovu. Still! He and to think never thought, that at such solid age, already having lost elasticity and sheveljurost a youth, it suddenly zaimeet the real novel with divchinoj in two with superfluous time is younger than it. The real novel!. Thus, Valentine Vasilevich Firsov in day of the sudden tragical death was not simply happy early in the morning — it was very happy. To the vital finish it has swum up on a content and well-being crest, having a loud post on regional scales and iridescent prospects on fast increase, the economic wife which managed cafe with all consequences following from here, two kiddies conceived in absolutely sober condition and consequently quite normal, new spacious apartment in prestigious area of a city, the man's noble company, a fascinating hobby in the form of fishing and the young fresh mistress. Besides, Valentine Vasilevich had more enough a sound health and thirty without small thousand roubles on two savings-bank books. Live and rejoice!. He has woken up in five thirty mornings, minutes for three till an instant when the alarm clock should blow up. Valentine Vasilevich in general rose always early, hours per six even during week-end, had inside accurate time sense and liked prihvastnut as required, that already it is a lot of years never heard in the mornings budilnichnogo a ring — woke up. He has regained consciousness from a dream in the house office. As Anna Andreevna, the wife, took offence, what skandalchiki went, but Valentine Vasilevich in increasing frequency retired for the night to this room. The pretext was shown always one, but, according to the spouse, irresistible — it is necessary to it since evening in silence to work and for the next day before to jump, so what for it, the wife beloved to disturb... Anna Andreevna, of course, guessed the true reasons raznokomnatnogo life-bytja and consequently almost every evening before a withdrawal to a dream in the house conditions were forced strained mezhdusupruzheskaja. Valentine Vasilevich, feeling for itself won ordinary the superiority of the stopped loving person, and, having left grumbling, and even a crying half in a bedroom, was locked in an office. In this room Valentine Vasilevich felt itself as not easier person — the big person, even (it is terrible to tell!) the writer. It has lowered from a sofa on a soft rug of a foot and, thoroughly stretching, already in thousand time proinventariziroval a sight the possession. Each room in apartment has been finished and arranged in certain colour scale. Aristocratic style! The general hall zolotilas light furniture and yellowness of wall-paper, a nursery was green, a bedroom parental — blue, and here Valentine Vasilevicha's office became red. Red colour, speak, invigorates and irritates, and the writer, the author during the creativity moments should stay in an angry, vigorous condition of spirit. The sun already appeared through with might and main scarlet window draperies and shined written dvuhtumbovyj a table with not finished manuscript of the next fishing story on him, bright red portable machine "Ò¡¿ß", same, as at Fazilja Iskandera, Andrey Voznesenskogo, Victor Astafeva and Valentine Vasilevicha's other well-known senior colleagues on a feather; the racks closing one wall entirely from a floor to a ceiling. On the press House signatures regularly went down, and they were handed over to editors of newspapers accurately without any turn. Hardly there were ranks of blue volumes of Chekhov, dark blue ZHjul Is correct, light green Dostoevsky, red Majakovsky... Various dictionaries and directories were densely restricted. However, on many of them stamps of edition of the newspaper «Komsomol pendant» became blue, but unless this or that dictionary cannot be necessary for the editor at home? «As soon as I will leave edition then all dictionaries and I will return, — Valentine Vasilevich thought, natykajas on an editorial stamp, but at times did in thoughts unexpected kulbit: — And if I will not return — loss is not great for them, still will get!» From the general background and colour of a room the massive dark case similar to a wardrobe, and rather not new was obviously beaten out, but Valentine Vasilevich appreciated this unit of furniture more expensively racks with spljusnutymi books and even a desk as it was the fishing case which has got to it from the father, both so habitual and convenient, that no entreaties and Anna Andreevny's threats could convince Valentine Vasilevicha to leave a fossil monster wooden on former apartment. On a wall opposite to racks two portraits in identical expensive baguettes — S.T.Aksakov and the Secretary general of the Central Committee of the CPSU hung near. Valentine Vasilevich bodrenko has jumped, has tightened tsvetastye pants with scarlet poppies, has switched on the program "Beacon", has opened curtains and has waved minutes with two hands, poprisedal and poklanjalsja. Has opened in platjanom to a case a door and in a mirror has critically inspected itself. Alas, so it is always dreamt, that after "gymnastics" the tummy at least slightly will steal up, but it hung all and completely on the place. Te-e-ek-with! And cheeks, a chin at us in what condition?. Yes ive, just in case it is necessary povodit the razor, and that here and there something like and has appeared. Valentine Vasilevich has thrown with a claret dressing gown shoulders and has rushed off in a bathroom. There it has filled in the machine tool a new edge "Glamour" and poskreb hastily near by and a lower lip, then sprysnul zazudevshuju a skin losonom "Diplomat". «Here gadstvo! — on a habit chertyhnulsja Firsov. — the small beard would not prevent Me!» But the beard, present, literary, did not wish to grow on the person of the editor of the regional youth newspaper. Once, in holiday, it has tried to release a beard, but those some bushes of rare young growth, that slowly arose on Valentine Vasilevicha's thick chin, even at the most unbridled imagination it was impossible to name a beard. Valentine Vasilevich has sighed and more time potiskal fingers the soft chin, has peered at the person. He did not consider itself(himself) such as an irresistible handsome man, but after all and it is not ugly! Valentine Vasilevich knew, that in the House of its press for spinoju name the Cucumber, and it fine touched. Perhaps hair to grow more long? Then the head will not seem such oblong and long... Having returned to a room, he has looked at hours. Cher-r-rt! Already almost six, and the train comes without twenty seven. Still, God forbid, Anna at the wrong time will wake up... But nevertheless, despite haste, Valentine Vasilevich from ritual of a morning toilet has passed a uniform link: bystrenko has walked a nailfile on nails, has sprinkled under mouses and under a groin with a deodorant "Mustanger", has chosen red socks, sypnul in everyone a dry deodorant "Fisherman", has put on a light pink shirt, a light grey suit in a strip and a tie of purple colour with a cross-section spark. (Anna Andreevna was able to dress the husband adequately!) Valentine Vasilevich sprysnul itself and the kerchief cologne "Gentleman", has brushed the hair, has checked up, whether in a pocket keys, and, on tiptoe having made the way on a corridor on kitchen, small draughts has decanted a yoghurt bottle. Then in a hall has finished the regimentals, having put shoes on in light yellow Yugoslavian shoes, pogremel it is cautious chains, latches, locks and has slipped out on freedom. It has gone down, as always not trusting the lift, on foot from the third floor. In the street to it has splashed in the person freshness of the July morning which have already gained in strength. From the river which breathed absolutely nearby, in hundred steps, rolled waves such oxygen vkusnotishchi, that the breast itself started to breathe on all power, lungs as though involved intoxicating air as if aspired to save up pure ozone for emergency, to fill with it all organism to the heels. A poplar, birches and maples in a public garden near an entrance, still very young, fragile, trembled and rustled, bathing with pleasure in air streams. The sky blinded cleanliness and a transparency, as a smile of the beautiful girl... Valentine Vasilevich Firsov liked the nature There was for it such weakness. Early and late fishing zorki have learnt it to see sacrament of the earth and the sky, wood and water during the most intimate perfect instants of their nature. And at such o'clock visited his head seditious and terrible inherently questions: what for he so lives? Why it should play the hypocrite, be arranged, be humiliated all time? Why it undertook to pose as the chief, was closed up by the editor of this gazetyonki? What for he achieves increase, is torn in the higher party school?. Yes, on the nature during fishing also happened at times such intellectual and sincere dislocations. Terrible force — the nature! Eh if the nobility to Valentine Vasilevichu, that he in last times sees these greens of trees, inhales aroma of pure atmosphere, he longer would be late at a public garden, would see enough at last, has inhaled... However, before death you will not inhale. It fast step has gone to garage, and it absolutely nearby — to former apartment only one quarter. In section from five boksov four already blackened through open shutters the interior. Saturday! Firsova again korjabnulo on heart: only its gate were looked obsharpanno, all neighbour's shone a fresh paint. «It will be necessary to paint in the evening today, will suffice to be dishonoured!» He has been assured, that after a supper will necessarily find hour or so-one and a half... He after all did not know what to live to it remains exactly ten hours. — On fishing, Valentine Vasilich? — Has asked close the neighbour in the garage, already rolled out fossil "Volga" with a deer on a cowl and wiping the old woman a damp rag. — That you, Fedotych, — have vigorously responded Valentine Vasilevich, — in such later time yes in a tie on fishing only bureaucrats go, ha-ha! And you, by the way, when in a museum will hand over the rattletrap? Valentine Vasilevich liked and was able to talk here so without ceremony to the simple people. — I as early as will go hundred years by mine, and here yours, Valentine Vasilich, here remember my word, will steal suddenly. SHCHas riff-raff eager for such beauties as yours, o-ho-ho has however divorced... — Here so, yes? Nakarkaesh, Fedotych! — Valentine Vasilevich has already mechanically answered, unlocking one behind another smart Japanese locks of the autocrypt. Its beauty, it "vosmerochka" pokojno dozed in twilight. Valentine Vasilevich with pleasure has flopped on a seat and has looked at electronic panel o'clock — six fifteen! It has turned a key, has given a food, and "Ladushka" as the car Valentine Vasilevich gently named, zamurlykala a full kitty. It is necessary to hurry! And, certainly, the law of meanness has not kept itself waiting. As to spite, to station it was necessary to make the way through continuous svetofornye thickets. Valentine Vasilevich generally ranked itself as cautious and skilled drivers. That-that and to finish the terrestrial existence in accident to it it was not wished. Those people who could go with Valentine Vasilevichem, and even own wife its Anna Andreevna, considered, that it through a measure is very cautious. Anatoly Lukich Bykov once when went on fishing by Valentine Vasilevicha's car, even it is angry has joked: — I to you, Valentine, will try to punch a horse with a cart — just on you transport. Valentine Vasilevich, certainly, has added that time speed, but — slightly. Well it could not overcome itself(himself) in any way, could not even pass on a deserted motorway for 90 km/hour. Because Anatoly Lukich Bykov and other members of their fishing artel did not like to go on "Ladushke" Valentina Vasilevicha, especially, by an editorial UAZ — the driver of "the Komsomol pendant», drilled Firsovym, more than sixty at all did not squeeze out. But this time Valentine Vasilevich very much hurried up, and lines s as it has turned out, that on a corner of streets International and Proletarian, already before the station, thinking to slip on yellow, ran into red colour. And, by itself, during this moment gaishnaja "Volga" towards went. From it dinamikov on all street the mandative voice at once has rung out: — "Zhigulis" of light brown colour, stop! Stop immediately! The dirty trick of the moment consisted what to stop to Valentine Vasilevichu it was necessary akkurat near to a trolleybus stop — already numerous crowd of gapers has instantly stared stoglazo at its car. Canary "Volga" was impressive developed directly at a crossroads (to all of them it is possible!) also has parked ahead of Valentine Vasilevicha. It, having compressed a teeth, in a pointed manner continued to sit in the car and at all has not opened a door, only has more strongly lowered a little glass. For about a minute, to pleasure of witnesses, this duel of ambitions, at last "Volga" lasted was emptied by the heavy captain, it vrazvalochku, wagging with a striped sceptre, has gone to firsovskomu автó. Valentine Vasilevich since first second of conversation has risen, figuratively speaking, on racks: say, you know, the captain with whom business have?. — Here my certificate, I is an editor of the regional newspaper, I — a member of a bureau obkoma!. (Valentine Vasilevich in similar cases was somehow able and as though inadvertently lowered words "youth" and "Komsomol".) But the captain-GAI officer has got for some reason not from timid, reorganisation, he tiresomely and firmly repeated: — Your rights... You have broken traffic rules... — Here so, yes? — Valentine Vasilevich has absolutely got irritated, and not leaving from the car. — I to you will grant the rights, but before here your surname I will write down — what is your surname, I ask? But also it has not confused the captain, it, even somehow indulgently glancing from top to down («it was necessary to leave!») on Valentine Vasilevicha, has named a surname — arturev and more, the boor, has specified is lazy: — Ar-that-roar is without a soft sign it is written... Eventually Valentine Vasilevich has understood: it is necessary to reverse sharply. It has got out of the car, has cardinally replaced tone and even has made as though feeble effort to take the captain for pugovichku a uniform shirt. — A companion the captain! Tova-and-arishch arturev! Yes that the such! Yes neuzhel you do not read «the Komsomol pendant»? After all we let out every month spetspolosu "Horn", after all we write about workers of GAI so to you we help so much. I just talked yesterday by phone to Victor Gerasimovichem — it very much and is very happy with our cooperation... The damned captain, the plebeian, listened to all it skuchajushche, with an understanding smile and even the mention of a name of the chief of GAI of area like would not make impression. Valentine Vasilevich understood in a shower that is dishonoured that is impossible with its position and komplektsiej so to fuss, speak such tone, but do with itself could of nothing... It has approached on station tousled, still crimson from the gone through humiliation and with the receipt in a glove compartment on the three-rouble penalty (the coupon kapitanishka has not made a hole in all — was a coward!) when passenger from Moscow has already moved out from a place, going on rest in deadlock. Have still published, going round the enormous hard fountain foaming on privokzalnoj of the area, he has seen on a high porch at a front entrance Julia's figure in blue trousers and a white vest. On a vest any inscription burnt. JUlja has put on a small suitcase strong filled bag, held with her hands and it is quiet, without vanity looked on the parties. At once it was visible: she droplets does not doubt — he necessarily will meet her. Valentine Vasilevich even itself did not expect, that so in a boyish way will be delighted, will directly begin to tremble, having seen it, and has sharply regretted, that has not dared to buy flowers. It has parked, has jumped out of the car, has hasty closed a door, has checked up — whether reliably, and has directed to the girl through a dense stream privokzalnoj crowds. «God forbid, who from acquaintances will see — was gone!» — has flashed in head Firsova. He just in case bystrenko has looked round on the parties. Only he wished to calm down, as suddenly: — Valentine Vasilevich! He has shuddered and has scaredly looked back. 2. The baseIf to speak frankly, Valentine Vasilevich Firsov slightly was ashamed of the wife. They have converged thirteen years ago, during a time when Firsov was student hungry, rather thin and expiring by a saliva. In teacher's college it has arrived late and only from the third attempt. In village where it grew, was available only vosmiletka, and in that Bringing down Firsov, lopouhy and dlinnolitsyj the boy, it is more on corridors loafed, than sat in a class. He did not like the doctrine, it was given to it with big work, with torments and tears. The considerable role in mastering of school knowledge by it was played by the old soldier's belt of the father which has become soft and skewbald from an old age, but the cast buckle has saved the destructive power. It, happened, in minutes tjatkinyh ekzekutsy so ognenno pripechatyvalas to chubby buttocks Bring down, that from a pain its fragile voice broke on porosjachy squeal. However neither a belt fatherly, nor plaintive spells of mother did not awake in small Firsove passion to study — the head acquired it from a sciences course rather a little bit on unsteady sickly troechku. After vosmiletki when there was a question on the further course of life Bring down Firsova, there was in their family very big fight. Strong bruschatyj the house about five windows on a facade shook and shivered ora, crying, abuse and belt whistle. But zaalevshie stars from a buckle on a bum, damnations and besides entreaties of the mother, even threat of the father, that it will disinherit the son, to a reason had no, and Bringing down from a boarding school in district otbrykalsja flatly. Has gone to the father who managed branch in collective farm, on a stable. So and prorobil all life the groom if the destiny has not handed over a map in own way. Whether because Bringing down Firsov was the sonny of the manager whether because unique from young in village had no Komsomol commission, and it on those times in any gate did not climb, only suddenly it have appointed, as the secretary of Komsomol committee of collective farm, was expressed by the leader of youth of branch at meeting. This event has broken Valentine Vasilevicha Firsova's destiny, has predetermined its future and, probably, the end. Nahalovka stood in a good corner of area, on the bank of the pure rivulet Sinjavki, surrounded with light woods with spacious glades. Here liked to run the heads of different ranks, including the Komsomol. And Bringing down Firsov soon has got glory of the hospitable owner. By means of parents, it is thin understanding an essence, it always found than to treat honoured guests — the blessing, the house at them was not the house, and a full bowl. Especial honour at Komsomol leaders and leaders used excellent firsovsky "samizdat", on-stoennyj on wood berries and grasses which so went right Valinoj to the mother. And fishing to visitors Bringing down Firsova arranged always top-level — from the early childhood had passion to fishing of fish and much in that has succeeded. But here that is surprising: though in the house were not translated brazhka and moonshine though the father dared almost each Divine day to weaken an organism after vain day a glass, and even two though visitors from the central manor, district, from area ran almost every week, young Valentine Vasilevich Firsov very cautiously and moderately concerned to pitiju already at that time. Any gut feeling, being all time among drunk persons and physiognomies, inhaling continually aromas of alcoholic evaporations and with disgust pushing into itself(himself) charku-other of a bitter potion, it felt, that a unique way somehow to be allocated, attract attention of the heads is always to be at least slightly more sober than the others. Once in Nahalovku there has arrived the first secretary of a district committee of Komsomol Anatoly Bykov. With it have appeared suddenly the correspondent of "the Komsomol pendant» and the collective-farm leader of youth. The leader has whispered the Shaft, that the first — the passionate fisherman and it is necessary-de to arrange fishing with spending the night. Is — our question! — with readiness has started Bringing down. In kilometre from village on coast Sinjavki it already equipped for a long time the present camp with the sound wigwam covered with roofing felt, the table and chairs nearby stuck out of stubs, it has made and planked footway for fishing of fish. And what tackles only was not available at Bring down Firsova! Already late at night they kejfovali around kosterka. Everything, except the owner, have got drunk from "firsovki" and dense divine uhi. The collective-farm leader of youth was already cut down and slightly pohrapyval, ochkarik the correspondent from "Pendant", in very narrow fashionable trousers and gym shoes barefoot, was sleepy in knees. Bulls too has strong drunk and, having dumped the early stateliness, absolutely unpresentably continually jumped and ran to a corf to look at the weighty pike caught by it on evening zorke. — Listen, Valentine, — suddenly has with anxiety asked it Firsova when that once again has only tasted, — that it you are over-modest? Drink, I resolve! — Yes something would not be desirable, fair Komsomol, — has started to be justified Bringing down. — and promised to it, — has nodded Firsov on the journalist, — a note by the morning to write. As we prepare for Lenin offset. Now here you I will put to have a rest and I will sit down to compose. — Well-well... — has stretched the first, attentively and somehow soberly having looked on I Bring down Firsova. Bringing down then some days were anxious: what meant this steadfast sight? Whether the secretary has become angry? It appears — is not present. On the contrary, it began to run quite often in Nahalovku. And soon, in a year, Bringing down Firsov already veins on apartment in district, served as the instructor of a district committee of Komsomol and studied at evening school. Besides, studied seriously, cursing itself for former laziness, snatching time from a dream, bit, as if a jackhammer, in a science granite. Then at it were already rapped out definitively corrected lives which, he believed, will help it to be beaten out from a dirt in knjazi. These rules in the compressed kind were reduced to the elementary formula: not to drink, have the high school diploma and to be always respectful with seniors on service. And, the most ingenious part triedinstva was, certainly, the first. During general and universal drunkenness Bringing down has managed to see and foresee, that wide campaign of struggle with «green zmiem» sooner or later will begin — this euphemism liked Bringing down to call exciting drinks in the zametulkah (it, from an easy hand of the ochkarika-dandy from «the Komsomol pendant», has started to scribble in molodezhku and in the regional newspaper). And in those brezhnie table times as it it is perspicacious has noticed, the heads as though itself revelled, and in subordinates liked for some reason sobriety more. Here also has solved Bringing down Firsov at once and on for the rest of the life: always to drink it is less than heads, with subordinates (when they will be) not to drink at all, in every possible way and everywhere to underline the sobriety. Its this rule — not to drink, study and cringe — became original butter in the engine of its destiny. It has toadied in army to the foreman, has squeezed there into party, after a transfer to the reserve was closed up litsotrudnikom in the regional newspaper and, at last, from the next attempt, armed with excellent characteristics, has entered teacher's college. Its mother has passed away, when it served in army, the father has retired and was registered at this time on the watchman on a farm. Its health from "firsovki" has swayed, character is even more skukozhilsja, its avarice has expanded, as if a cancer tumour, and has predetermined Valentine's life-byte in student's years. It has not received the grant because of continuous "udov" in zachetke, Vasily Solomonovich permitted to it to fill in a backpack products in kind, and that is more vegetable — kartohu yes an onion, and money gave out for a month quarter with prebolshushchim a scratch. Bringing down, the truth, did not grumble: first, trembled the father still with mladyh nails, and secondly waited for the hour — it was the only heir, and at papani is saved грóшей fantastic, on it, Bring down, to measures, quantity. Remarkable line in Valentine Vasilevicha Firsova's nature was that, that he was able is tenacious to get accustomed to surrounding people and very precisely to define, to whom is better and as they achieve it. Very soon he has counted, that it is better and sytnee those live studiozusy, which zaimeli "mamok". Mamkoj on a student's slang the woman having habitation and passionate desire to feed up any poor student was called. By itself, not for thanks. Mamki, as a rule, the best years have already lived, innocence for a long time have lost and now fed last hopes to arrange the private life, having lured the hungry and ardent pupil to carnal love alma-mater. Bringing down Firsov has started to search to itself mamku on the first course, but the success has come not at once. The matter is that it was painfully fastidious and clean, and its this strange feature (strange because he has grown in the conditions of the rural house) very much complicated to it a life. It got acquainted pair-three times with the women applying for a role mamki, but bystrenko has run from them carelessly and then was carefully washed in obshchezhitskom to a shower, suppressing in itself at memoirs about just left dultsinee nausea attacks. Once, for example, friends-students have called in it kutnut in the company on the occasion of New year. Promised to acquaint with potential mamkoj — the mistress of own house. She lived — called her, apparently, Varvaroj — on the end of a city in wooden hibarke in two windows and the lop-sided conveniences in a court yard. It has appeared the woman small, chubby, talkative, years already far for thirty. Bringing down did not begin to hurry up with conclusions, villages, has drunk, podzakusil it is dense — the mistress of anything, podhodjashche prepared. Has still accepted for forwardness, has invited to the Barbarian to a tango. It, too already podhmelevshaja, tonenko was filled in on its each word and hot nestled on its bottom edges soft, improbably big breasts. Bringing down has become agitated, its head has more strongly begun to spin, he has dared and, having forgotten on crowd, has stuck lips into its soft, greedy and skilful mouth. It as if has struck a current. He in general knew by then women, from the earliest adolescence having learnt to do without them a little... Already late at night, having shown the door to visitors and having satisfied the first corporal hunger, they laid, sweaty, on a stuffy feather-bed. In a log hut soared. Doors between kitchen and a room was not available, and in an aperture vysverkivali reflexions of fire which was burning down in an oven. Behind windows the New Year's blizzard screamed. The feeling of satiety lulled, and Bringing down, yawning, viscously thought, that its life will henceforth be arranged... Here, the truth, from institute far, and more than ten years of a difference... And, lines with it! Not to marry... And here Valiny strategic plans and dreams have failed in a flash because of the absolute trifle. Its sweaty sudarushka has pulled hard on it and, tenderly looking in eyes, easy, budnichno has asked: — To write you want, pretty? Valentine Vasilevich was struck dumb, was lost and has not found what to answer. — SHCHas, I pomojnoe will bring a bucket... The mistress stark naked proshlepala in sentsy, has jumped, ojkaja, back, has tinkled iron, then for a second all has calmed down... And suddenly in a bucket the stream has sonorously struck, has sharply begun to smell urine. Bringing down even mornings did not begin to wait … * * * With Anna Andreevnoj, Anej, he has met, already studying as the fourth year. Stolovku in which it ruined all these years the health, have closed on repair, and Bringing down has started to run in another, same poganenkuju, swearing each time that it is necessary to lose on road five minutes more. But very even soon to swear it has ceased. Anja, swarty, dark-haired, with brown, oil shining eyes a little navykate and gorbinochkoj on a nose, with hardly polnovatoj, but extremely appetizing waist, stood on distribution. It, unlike other working women of a tavern, pleased a look with a snow-white kokoshnik and hardly starched, casting blueness of cleanliness an apron. It in the first put for some reason has allocated Valentine from turn of restless students and, having smiled, has asked: — You podlivy have more or less?... So at all of them has begun. Then, when they have already got married, Anna Andreevna has told, that most of all it has amazed at the first meeting presence in its clothes of a tie. Against shabby and associates dressed in rags it was allocated. And it besides proves Valentine Vasilevicha's insight. Still living in district, being the instructor of a district committee of Komsomol, it has noticed and has acquired, that a tie it is not simple a detail of a man's suit. The tie is a symbol, it is an accessory sign to a certain class of people. On tie presence it is possible to distinguish at once uvazhaemoego the person from the people... At first Anja enclosed it more edible slices, gave it smiles, they have started to be thrown by two-three words. Then he, as usual, has invited her at cinema, and they have started to meet. There has come also day when Valentine has gone on a visit to Ane to the house. There, in three-room to apartment on the ground floor him have met — mother Ani, Sarra Isaakovna, by a trade the doctor-gynecologist, the silent ancient grandmother who was not departing from the TV on a step, a thick red cat with cow name Zorka and a table covered such vkusnotishchej, that Bringing down has overdone and almost couple of days suffered, the poor creature, a stomach. Father Ani already is a lot of years as lived with other wife somewhere in Kharkov, and the big brother, the officer, with the numerous family lived in those days in far foreign garrison. Soon and strict Sarra Isaakovna, both the grandmother-teledecoy, and chronically pregnant Zorka have got used to Shaft Firsovu, and itself Anja has simply fallen in love with it without memory. Has got used to three-room apartment and fat suppers and itself Bringing down Firsov. And eventually has decided to marry. As Anja all for four years was more senior and as it has appeared, waited all life only for it, storing the maidenly riches in complete inviolability. Mendelson's march has sounded... And here now, after almost one and a half ten years, Valentine Vasilevich if to speak frankly, slightly was ashamed of the wife... (P. 2)>>> |
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