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	Ants The unwritten novel These two newspaper notes from the criminal chronicle, and the truth, apparently, in any way among themselves are not connected. At first sight, on the second, even on the tenth or the 100-th. If not to take in attention, that both have appeared in reports of the press-service of the Department of Internal Affairs last year and both informed on enough mysterious incidents, kakovye not so often happen in our dozing Baranove. But - one after another. The first information has appeared in local newspapers in the end of May. From it ours baranovsky the inhabitant has learnt the following: THE PROFESSOR HAS DISAPPEARED Last week the professor of university of name Saltykova-ShChedrina Dr.Sci.Biol. V.P.Sinitsyn has completely disappeared. Besides teaching activity, professor Sinitsyn was engaged on chair of zoology in research job in area entomologii, connected with a life and behaviour of so-called public insects - bees, wasps, ants and so forth its Name is widely known in scientific circles. At job last time it saw on Friday when it accepted offsets at tretekursnikov. On Monday the professor in university was not. Its phone did not answer calls. Last two years, after death of the wife, Sinitsyn lived one in two-room apartment. One of its neighbours saw, how on Friday late at night professor Sinitsyn left an entrance accompanied by two men, villages in a red foreign car with tonirovannymi glasses (presumably - the jeep) and has left in an unknown direction. All who can inform something on a site of professor Sinitsyn we ask to call by phone 02. The second note has appeared exactly a week later. DEATH OF THE BUSINESSMAN Past Sunday the tragedy in Suburban wood was played. Here approximately in the half tenth evenings in a cottage known in Baranove the businessman, the owner of a network of gasoline stations "Focus" and the deputy of a regional thought O.I.Bykova explosion was distributed and then the fire has flashed. As private residence Bykova was in a lonely place, in wood - the fire has been noticed not at once. Only after half an hour the dress of motor licensing and inspection department passing on a line has noticed fire reflected light behind trees. On the ashes in ruins of the former two-storeyed cottage remains of three men - most Bykova and its two security guards are found out. The incident reasons are found out. I, probably, have not paid attention to these notes as local newspapers in hands I take rare, and the ubojno-criminal chronicle I do not look at all. But has somehow met in the street the old acquaintance, major Potapov. It has greeted and, as always, has gloomy told-has offered: - Well, the mister the author, want - a plot for the small story about our nasty life I will throw? For last year, that we did not see, Potapov was even more enriched as regards a stomach and a bald head. Once, in days of our youth, I managed "cultural" department in regional molodyozhke, and the lieutenant of militia Potapov tirelessly dragged to me the verses. Two or three its awful rhymes I then nevertheless tisnul, for what Potapov on a life coffin is grateful to me, though, thanks God, muses of the poetry, two silly sisters Erato and Evterpu already very long ago to force has ceased. However, he after perusal of my next book more and more seriously and with conviction to threaten to grow fond of each time hot, at last, and third sister - Kalliopu, otherwise, too dreams to write the novel-epopee under any lethal name of type «Notes baranovskogo the cop». For now from time to time throws up to me sjuzhettsy from the criminal practice rich with Shakespearean passions. - Plot? - I have answered, as always, hardly with irony, - Is tempting, but … you, the mister the major, perfectly know: I not Chekhov, do not write small stories. And what, your plot - on the novel detective will not pull? - Perhaps also will pull, - Potapov has even more gloomy muttered, - Only here not as a detective smells, here - a fantasy … Glance as required to me on service - will not regret. The case just soon also was presented: was impatient to me, more correctly, to the state, my passport to exchange - on new, beznatsionalnyj. It was necessary peretsja on May Day, in our militian "Pentagon": the building baranovskogo the Department of Internal Affairs though has no pentagon form, however the area occupies, podi, not less military department of the USA - a many-storeyed large object for the whole quarter. I have glanced, of course, after a passport office rajotdela and in an office of the major-poet on the third floor. By the way, despite the, we will tell so, completely not heroic appearance, major Potapov has a reputation for the skilled inspector, but thus heights office has not reached, and on pension of years through ten, most likely, and will go in one-stars epaulets. To explain it it is simple - any deductive method it is not necessary: In our times when everywhere correct all and all ordinary natural bandjuki, homebrew Mafiosis when, on the hearings, even the most important our cop-general accepts monthly the share-tribute from gangster obshchaka, major Potapov fairly and for one salary yes small awards catches everyone melkotravchatuju thieves' shalupon, corrects in pljusovuju the party militian statistics. I, can, and the truth, I will sometime write the novel about major Potapov and I will name it is «the Antihero of our time» … Potapov, having shown to me of a note about the gone professor and the lost petrol king-deputy, also has set a riddle: what can connect two these messages of the criminal chronicle? I, certainly, have only shrugged shoulders. Well, what here can be communication? In absolutely different worlds, on different planets heroes of notes lived-lived, though have been registered in one chernozyomnom the city of Baranove, went on the same streets: the professor - in trolley buses, the businessman - in "Mercedes" … Potapov has artfully blinked the eyes (and as majors-detectives still can blink the eyes!) also has moved on my table edge some sheets of paper fastened by a paper clip and with the pinned envelope. - Look, esteem are will be purer than Konan Doyle from it «Marakotovoj a chasm» … - And, having kept silent, has added. - I knew Sinitsyn - our country sites nearby a little. Having a drink an instant coffee from a glass with an antediluvian coaster (and in what still can submit coffee-tea in militsejsko-sledovatelskom an office!), I undertook to read: «Hello, tov. A.N.Potapov! Knowing you as for exclusively fair person (the earth fills with hearings), I address and personally to you. As we, in any measure, are familiar. I do not know, how the appearance with guilty is made out, but I ask the given letter to consider that. The matter is that I, Sinitsyn Victor Petrovich, professor BGU of M.E.Saltykova-ShChedrina, 1945 of a birth living about of Rams, street International, 54, sq. 289, the widower etc. (That else it is necessary to specify - I do not know), most likely, in directly and direct image it is guilty of  destruction gr. O.I.Bykova about whom has learnt casually only today. Business was so. Bulls - my former student. He studied disgustingly. You, of course, know, who its daddy (I mean - on a rank and money) so Oleg Bykov visited hardly probable half of lectures and seminar employment, received offsets by the automatic machine, and at examinations it was necessary to pull to it three, and even the four - the administration order was that. For me long remains a riddle why it has made happy ours biofak, but then, later, he has explained to me: to it «on a fig» was, on what "fake" "kantovatsja" if only diploma for "laces" to receive. And arranged its site of our educational case - in the city centre, on Soviet, - in which, except our biological, settle down still a faculty of foreign languages and filfak. Further it could and not explain: really, not in humanists to it was to go is absolutely "zapadlo". And so, I with Bykovym after it has received the diploma (well though not the red!), practically did not meet, but heard and knew, how it prospers in petrol business (hardly, I think, it was helped with it even by those remains of knowledge in chemistry, that it has received for study time!). Two years to that suddenly also there was a terrible alternative: to live to my wife Claudia Mihajlovne or to die. On operation it was required 5000 (five thousand!) Standard units, that is, certainly speaking - five thousand accursed dollars. For the inquiry I inform, that my salary in recalculation on these c.u. made about 130 (hundred thirty) dollars a month. More shortly, I managed to collect on friends and relatives only two thousand. And here then, with despair absolutely having lost feeling of a reality, I have rushed to Bykovu. I will not paint in detail as some days achieved a meeting with it and when has achieved, he to me, eventually, with disgusting grimaces and accompanying words (in gratitude supposedly for were "udy" and "choruses") has thrown five hundred "dollars". It is More, say, not in a condition. Probably, if at it the condition already is estimated by billions, then would dare to throw still pair-three thousand. No, I understood and I understand, that another's money both to ask, and to consider it is a shame in any case, but after all and to any is clear, that this "novorash", as well as its colleagues, newly appeared our millionaires, us, the others, plunder and rob, on our general oil zhirujut and grow rich … After death of the wife I in anger wished to go and throw Bykovu in the person its smelly "cabbage", but then, sensibly having judged (and in general, whether it is time to all of us to start to argue sensibly?), has left this money at itself and after a year has put on them decent enough pamjatnichek to the Claudia Mihajlovne - well really she for 35 years besporochnogo service to national education has not deserved a gravestone?! Soon has occurred here that. You, possibly, know, that our Suburban wood enters into a reserved zone, that its ship relic pines are counted, brought in the register and everyone is protected by the law. But you, most likely, do not know, that in this Suburban wood now remains only 19 (nineteen) present big ant hills (is more senior 10 years and diameter more than 1). Teachers and students of our faculty, by the way, over them are a patron and conduct scientific supervision. And here Bykovu somehow (though, it is clear - what!) It was possible to get in a personal property the whole hectare of the earth in Suburban wood. It also has begun "managing" on a new place of that has with own hand poured gasoline over one of 19 ant hills, appeared on this territory, and has set fire. Whether it is necessary to mention, that from this hectare has there and then disappeared бóльшая a part of relic pines, and instead of it on perimetre the very tall concrete fence, and then in schitannye and - a palace of the newly appeared owner of a life at first has grown months. And here, somewhere in the end of April, I went along the street on foot (there was a sunny day), near me the foreign car has braked, of it has got out and has called to me Bulls. First of all I have thought, that he will demand to return it five hundred dollars, and even fists has compressed, but he about money and has not recollected. He in general behaved so as if we only saw yesterday in audiences and our relations anything serious are not saddened. However, I nevertheless have quickly guessed, that it has stopped not for nothing and from me something is necessary for it. Has appeared, is to it in a new country house quite even "o'kej", only spoil mood and ants annoy …. As he said, murashi have captivated all house, creep anywhere and everywhere and have finished it, Bykova, to furiousness. It already called experts from sanepidemstantsii, yes only money has in vain spent - any effect. And here now, having seen me in the street, he has recollected, what I the expert «on ants-bees everyone there» so - whether I will undertake to it «on old friendship» to help? Here it, on the misfortune, also has remembered about ill-starred «five hundred dollars», and that I already intended to wave away flatly from its request. But when he about former "kindness" and "generosity" has given a hint, at me in a brain idea, as magnesium flash: has solved - everything, I will teach a good lesson the villain! And even plainly to listen did not become about promises of new "fee" - has there and then agreed to help … Generally, I wished to play a trick angrily only over Bykovym. I will not go into details (yes you, excuse, it and will not understand), but the essence is in brief that: last years I worked over a problem of increase in efficiency of bees. I have decided to go on a simple way: to increase the sizes самóй a working bee (that which directly collects honey) and then, naturally, its productivity would increase. First I managed to reach amazing results: my melliferous bee grew in two, and other copies and three times there is more than bee ordinary. And the most fantastic, was reached it not by crossing and selection, and by … cage divisions. Yes, yes! I managed to find a way of division of a biological cage on two, and in other cases and on three separate, and everyone grew in a high-grade cage. That is, conditionally speaking if the same bee consists of one million cages after introduction of my preparation it through rather short time will consist of two millions cages: each leg, each short moustache, more shortly, each body of a body it becomes equal twice more. You, naturally, ask: whether it is possible similar to do, for example, with pigs or cows (here there would be a revolution in agriculture!) ? At once I answer: no. My preparation necessarily should enter interaction, in reaction with specific feromonami (chemical substances of a live organism) which are available only for the public insects, living families-colonies. And here, when I was already close to definitive triumph, there was an insuperable problem - my enormous bees refused, they simply were lazy to fly. Having grown fat twice, they turned to creeping enormous bumblebees. I just also struggled with overcoming of this problem when to me has addressed for the help of Bulls … About further you, I think, have already guessed. I have given to the former student-half-educated person the preparation (it is the white crystal powder similar to sugar), has learnt to dissolve him in the present sugar syrup to place on all house "otravnye" saucers-baits and was going to burst out laughing after a while to it in the person when he will complain, that-de ants from this "poison" only became more healthy … He has really called in couple of weeks and actually has informed, that hordes of small ants have disappeared at all, but small, but much larger, «nearly about a little finger», huge ants so it is necessary still "poisons" have appeared it on change whence. I have grinned and have generously given out to the approached messenger kg natural to granulated sugar. I knew, that mine «the growth elixir» operates only unitary and second time is divided a new cage cannot. As to "little finger", - fear takes molehills for mountains … Yes ive, to know to me! On Friday, on May, 24th, hours per ten evenings to me two have become hollow in apartment nukera bykovskih and, not listening objections, have dragged me in the car and have taken away in Suburban wood. Bulls has been terribly angered and at the same time as I have noticed at once, it is even more strongly frightened. It was vpolpjana and of all swallowed directly from a bottle whether whisky, whether still what rubbish. It shouted, splashing a saliva and stamping feet, that to it to spit on mine "professorstvo", that it «on a wall will smear me» … the Reason of its anger and fear laid under his feet, covered with a rag - a back part of the dog trunk. To admit, when one of security guards has pulled off a rag, I have shuddered: such impression, that have broken off a poor dog half-and-half - splinters of bones outside stuck out, skin rags hanged down, the blood pool has already dried up and has become covered by a film. Only then I have noticed, as all floor in kitchen is splashed by red stains. As itself Bulls plainly could not speak, but only supped from a bottle and swore, the essence of the matter was explained by one of its toadies. It appears, except two sheep-dogs in a court yard, two adult pit bull terriers who, as is known, use glory of the most spiteful and terrible dogs lived in the house. And here today, hour back when Bulls with guys after three-day absence have approached on the house, they because of gate have heard violent bark of sheep-dogs and howl the pit bull terriers, reaching of open window leaves zareshechyonnyh windows. The Watchman-security guard was pale also anything could not explain, only repeated: «There! There!.», - showing on the house. While opened locks, howl has choked and has ceased. Having run in, people have found a terrible picture: a little huge as they assured, «about a cat», ants tore dogs to parts: from one there was already only one paw, the second bull terrier was izglodan half. Only when people have started to scorch from pistols, creatures were cleaned, have disappeared in a cellar … Bulls, having noticed my mistrustful grin, has roared, has run up to a wall and has rejected a kick the second rag, something covering in a corner. That I have seen, poverglo me in a tetanus. You, maybe, read in the childhood Bragin's fascinating book «In the country of dense grasses» about huge insects or examined sometime an ordinary ant through magnifying glass … the Show repugnant enough and frightening. I not mirmekolog (so name experts in ants), but have at first sight understood, that before me on a floor the representative of this family public stebelchatobrjuhih insects of a suborder pereponchatokrylyh, belonging to group of red wood ants (Formica rufa) which in the nature reach a maximum of 3 (three) centimetres of length lays. Same the size was not that that about a cat - about the experienced well-fad rate: centimetres seventy, and even all eighty, and with short moustaches-aerials - and the whole metre! Similar and in a dreadful dream will not dream. I have sighed. Bulls, having seen mine is sincere ostolbenenie, it is tasty vymaterilsja: the pier, what, itself did not expect similar, a goat old?! Further has occurred quickly and without my participation: to me have shortly explained, that lock me in the house together with «mine murashami» alone, leave to me phone-mobile phone, and as soon as I will think up how to solve «an ant problem», I should call, explain, then everything, that for this purpose it is required to me, there and then deliver, I should deduce all creatures without remainder and only then me will release, perhaps, even «whole and safe», despite "damage" caused by me … When I remained in the enormous house one, locked up - at me the presents murashki on a back have spread. Cold and opposite. However, I have not lost ability sensibly to argue and have quite reasonably assumed, that ants in size with the rate and weight of kgs six on vertical walls and the more so to a ceiling to creep not in a condition, therefore, having noticed a step-ladder, has substituted it to very tall - metre two - to a refrigerator, not delaying, has climbed up it, has dragged after a ladder, has taken seat, having drawn in feet, and has started to wait it is not known that. More correctly, of course, occurrences of the "" monsters. And - has waited. To me have already explained, that them creatures progryzli tried to close-block in a cellar where, most likely, there was their nest, but a hole-course in oak doors with monstrous ease. And here in this hole there was a head of the first insect with enormous iridescent eyes-monitors. Having hesitated second, the ant has got out of a hole entirely and has rushed for some reason not to a corpse of a dog whom and have left in the middle of kitchen, and - to the killed colleague-ant. He has straight off stuck into its paunch enormous jaws, has bitten through a chitinous cover and the beginnings greedy to devour-soak up a semi-fluid flesh. Has there and then jumped up the second, the third, the fifth … Between them fight in which result one more ant has been killed, torn to pieces and gobbled up without the rest - with all pads, was fastened by short moustaches and eyes-monitors. Me toshnilo from a show, but I as captivated, did not take away a sight and even have counted creatures - them, without eaten "associates", remain exactly 14 (fourteen) individuals. I was for some reason confident, what is it - all "staff". And where other thousand, ten thousand from this ant family? And here I was lighted up by a guess. To me did not give rest thought why ants, unlike bees, continued delitsja-increase at cellular level it is unceasing, as if by a principle of nuclear reaction? And here, sitting on a refrigerator "Stinol", I have come to a hypothesis (which then should be checked up experimental by), that ants, devouring a flesh of the relatives (up to chitin!), already passed division reaction, start, probably, in own organism a new cycle of division, even more powerful and fast - in tens, maybe, in hundreds times … Meanwhile, creatures (in any way the consciousness did not wish to consider them murashami!) Having finished "colleagues" and the rests of a dog, have quite unambiguously surrounded a refrigerator, inspecting me, inclined there-here heads, "exchanging words" among themselves with the help kinopsisa - language of poses. Some even rose on hinder legs, averages rested against a refrigerator and, absolutely like a dog, scraped lobbies, getting to the height middle. Fortunately, their paws, despite a teeth-jags, slid off smooth enamel. But they persistently clambered, even zalazili each other on backs, and one of them hardly was has not reached already my boot. I have jumped, have nestled a back on a wall. I understood, that is doomed. Sooner or later these creatures will reach me. If my theory of "natural selection» the rights in a day, two, three them will remain ever less, but becomes they will be more and more and, eventually, at least last ant who will be, possibly, in size with a cow, will pull down me from it "Stinola" igrajuchi. However, if I do not die by then of thirst: a refrigerator to open it was impossible - ants-murderers in a moment would reach me on its regiments … the Most insulting - I have left a foolish mobile phone on a table so it was necessary to forget about service of rescue or militia. Deadlock. And suddenly, when I already was tired to death and have absolutely despaired (there was late night, hour two), have rung out locks of an entrance door. Creatures have stood, have stared at it, three or four have rushed at once to the cellar. At the slightly opened door the person with a pistol in a hand has cautiously glanced. He has unnaturally loudly begun to yell: «And well away! About-about-och, I have told!! TSyts!.» - also has twice shot. Monsters have rushed nautyok, being pushed, have disappeared one behind another in a hole. The last the wounded ant, with otshiblennoj a paw has disappeared. The guy, not daring to come, desperately gave to me up as a bad job: «Faster! Faster, Victor Petrovich! Run!» It was not necessary to ask me. Risking to break feet, I have jumped off from a refrigerator, have jumped out after the saviour of the dreadful house, it has locked a door and has carried away me on a footpath between pines in darkness … It was too my former student - classmate Bykova (I admit, I have learnt it not at once). Its name to name yet I will not be. It has hidden me at the grandfather-forester on a cordon absolutely near to a city. I wished to try to sell secretly somehow apartment and to go abroad, to Lugansk - there at me there lives sister. But here has learnt, that in private residence Bykova there was a tragedy, and he was lost. I do not doubt, that "my" ants are involved in it. To you, tov. Potapov, I write all it for one simple reason: in spite of the fact that to me 57 years, I agree 3-4 (three-four) years to stay for careless, indirect (or as there it at you is called) murder, but I at all do not wish to come into the hands after the recognition of friends and improvised dead Bykova which, it is possible not to doubt, will destroy me without any court. Answer me on Glavpochtamt poste restante (to the bearer of the certificate № 0277). I will wait within a week. Yours faithfully Sinitsyn V. P » - Yes-a-a … - I have vaguely stretched. - Impresses? - Potapov has asked, having come off from the boom. - And where now this professor Sinitsyn - in the street Moscow? - I have knowingly grinned: on Moscow at us settles down regional psihbolnitsa. - No, the mister the author, it you in vain sneer. - the major has seriously told. - in newspapers rather curious detail was not informed: on the ashes the strange thing - something reminding the flattened back part of a trunk of a huge ant has been found out. The ant, apparently, was at length more than metre. However, our field investigators and feesbeshniki have solved, what is it a part of any modern inflatable toy - now after all any Japanese yes Koreans of that only for rich men do not do. - Yet really the is the truth?! - I have exclaimed. - where then the professor - sits? - In any way is not present. I when have met it, have insistently advised to it a half-word more to anybody and never to speak about the participation in this business - to tell lies something about the disappearance, and then to be silent in a rag and to live as veins. First, to it all the same anybody would not believe and, that's it, it would ring out in a mental hospital. And secondly, I also have given out the award to professor Sinitsyn, if on me depend: the deputy and businessman Oleg Ivanovich Bykov on a nickname the Bull here where at all of us sat! - major Potapov has fiercely clapped itself on a neck. - there to it and road! The moron, apparently, has applied a flame thrower, and at it there in a cellar garage on three cars with a stock of gasoline and a boiler-house on black oil. Possibly, except it and two dogs-security guards who were lost with it, about ants-giants nobody knew. In a course there was still that watchman-classmate, yes it has disappeared completely, I think, has escaped where far away, being afraid of dismantlings. Already all has calmed down, so can compose with quiet conscience about the it the novel. Only surnames, of course, replace … - Well is not present! - I have laughed. - thanks, of course, for a material and entertaining sjuzhetets, but in this fantastic history the uniform reader will not believe … Especially in ours Baranove. And I the reputation, or as now it is accepted to speak, the image of the writer-realist to risk do not want. The god with you!. On that we with Potapov also have left that time. I, perhaps, absolutely have already forgotten about ridiculous ants in size with the fattened dog if absolutely casually would not see one of these days in advertising local gazetyonke «All for us» well very curious announcement in "Service" section: «Only for well-founded misters! Unique means for destruction of ants, cockroaches, bugs and so forth house insects. Very expensively. With a guarantee». Ba eak, whether yes Sinitsyn it left on a track of war with local "novorashami"? Whether the ward of major Potapov the professor-entomologist declared war our homebrew baranovskoj mafias?. For a long time it is time! 2003
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