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The detective, 1992, № 2.	The fourth hunting The story 1 Evening of Friday — the most blissful time during a week. Behind — five days of penal servitude. Ahead — two resort days. On Friday evening Victor always is adjusted complacently. On road from service he has glanced in restaurant "Студенец", kljuknul at a rack hundred fifty vodka, has washed down with apple juice, and to have a snack a loading grey cutlet providently not became. And here now, having filled the exhausted stomach a house rich borsch and stuffed pepper (that-that, and the mother-in-law in a fantastic way prepared!) and having a drink seagulls with strawberry jam, Victor has conveniently leant back on a chair back, rustled with newspapers and magazines. To the most amazing news has read aloud. Marina cleaned-washed ware and, as always thus, kuksilas — to wash ware she for some reason did not like. Everything, that the husband found, it was not pleasant to it, irritated her, called mistrust. But Lydia Semenovna — slushatelnitsa ideal: both gasped in time, and it was terrified where it is necessary, and asked again continually with genuinely interested kind. Victor willingly re-read a line or explained a wonderful, intricate mot. — Now that's something like it! — once again for a priming it has dropped, has taken a sip of a full spoon of light-ruby jam, not hurrying up has washed down with already cooled down tea. — what nightmare! — At you all — "nightmares", — vorchnula Marina, having looked over points. Points at it by miracle any kept on a nose tip. — drink more soon, to me ware to finish washing it is necessary. — What there, what there, Victor? Read, pretty, read, — Lydia Semenovna has interrupted, has waved on the daughter dry freckled ladoshkoj: become silent! — Yes you look, that to write have begun, and! Here — about «red terror» after revolution. Horror! Victor, wearying slushatelnits, zaglotnul two more spoons of jam, has made some large drinks, has chewed berries. Has started to read: «The member of the Constituent assembly of I.I.Kotov has been pulled out on execution from hold of the barge with the broken foot and a hand and the beaten out eye... In Ekaterinodare pytajut so: a victim stretch on a torture chamber floor, two pull for a head, two for feet. Stretch thus neck muscles on which beat the revolver handle. The neck is blown up, from a mouth and a nose there is a blood, the victim suffers improbable sufferings...» — postoj, postoj, Victor! — Lydia Semenovna, having stared, looked at the son-in-law, its lips shivered. — I chtoj have not understood. It that, White Guards so tormented ours? — Ha! White Guards! — Victor has mischievously sniffed. — White Guards. White Guards so were tormented by yours. And not only White Guards... Lydia Semenovna has drawn in lips, but Victor has not given rastsvest to its feeling of the offended Bolshevist advantage. — You further, listen further: «In the single tortured the teacher Dobrovolsky which fault consisted that at it have found a suitcase with officer things. Preliminary she has been raped. Rape occurred on a rank seniority. After that have started torture. At first have knifed its body, then nippers have crushed fingers on hands... Have then shot. In Simferopol arranged with the prisoner klizmy from beaten glass and put candles under genitals. In Tsaritsyn were in the habit to put pytaemyh on the heated frying pan, sawed it bones. In Kharkov commandant CHK Saenko stuck into a body of a victim a knife on one-two centimetre and then turned it in a wound. Also liked Saenko skalpirovat brushes of hands... » Victor, trying to underline a peace of mind, wanted, not tearing off a sight from journal page to get a spoon to jam, but has missed by a vase — and time, and another. Has annoyancely thrown a spoon on a table. Has for a moment noticed: Marina has thrown ware, has fallen asleep with a rag in a hand, has corrected points — listens. Victor has cleared the throat — in a throat zapershilo — has continued: «In Kiev CHK pytaemogo adhered to a column, then to it adhered one end an iron pipe. In it started a rat and set fire in a pipe to a tow. The rat bit into a body pytaemogo. In Voronezh arrested persons put naked in a flank, entirely utykannuju nails. To priests pulled on a head a wreath from a barbed wire. And in Poltava all priests put on kol... » — Cease, Victor! — Lydia Semenovna has peeped, — Yes cannot such be! Well, give: in our magazine of the such cannot write. It has seized magazine, has got points from a pocket of a dressing gown, has armed eyes, has peered into lines, zabormotala: «... In Odessa officers adhered chains to boards... So... Slowly moved into a fire chamber... So... Also fried... Others broke off half-and-half lebedkami...» — What horror! I cannot, I can not... On! Lydia Semenovna has pushed away magazine, has removed points, has started to wipe mechanically their kerchief. — And, that only do not write, — Marina has returned to sceptically angry condition of spirit. — to all to believe — you will become crazy. It with exasperation was accepted drait a pan. Victor has meanwhile drunk up a cup, has put jam in tea, has stirred, has taken a mouthful with prichmokom, has found a place on which reading has interrupted: «Among the Odessa executioners there was Johnston. It skinned the live person, before execution cut off to a victim of finiteness. The young girl-executioner could compete to Johnston Belief Grebennjukova (Lora) in Odessa. It pulled out hair, chopped off hands-feet, cut off ears... In Taganrog on metal works krasnogvardejtsy have thrown in the furnace about fifty cadets and officers, preliminary having connected them on hands and feet in the semibent position...» — Remember, Lydia Semenovna how you sobbed on a film about Lazo when its Japanese pushed in a steam locomotive fire chamber? And if here about this cinema to remove, and? And, having forgotten to take, has continued: «In Ekaterinodare cut wounded men with axes, prick out it eyes, chop off heads. Officers have been found in Blagoveshchensk with needles under nails, with the pulled out eyes, with hammered into shoulders on a place an epaulet nails. Corpses of the Czech soldiers have been found in Ussuriisk territory in 1918. At them genitals are cut off, skulls are opened, persons are chopped up, eyes are pulled out, languages are cut off. Twenty five priests have been shot in Perm, and bishop Andronik is alive earthed...» Victor has slammed magazine, has thrown on a refrigerator, harm has expressed towards the mother-in-law: — And you speak — Ivan Groznyj! And you speak — thirty seventh! The luxury and comfort pjatnitskogo have disappeared evenings. Sharply it wanted scandal, abuse. Victor with mischievous pleasure of the tyrant has already looked was on the wife and the mother-in-law, but during the latest instant has bridled itself, took in hands — two resort days more expensively. It has liberated asleep legs from under a lunch little table, has extended them through all kitchen, has relaxed. — L-l-ladnenko... That there local "Truth" again says lies? It took the regional newspaper, has crossed out cross-wise a sight the first page, the second, the third. On the fourth has stumbled. — Aha... So, so, so... Here: «... Especially dangerous two criminals» have made runaway... Anything to itself!. «Have killed the security guard, the militiaman. Are armed by a pistol and the automatic machine...» — Anywhere I will not go tomorrow, — Marina, — on any mushrooms resolutely cut off! To me that to live has bothered? There on wood these bandjugi with automatic machines walk about, and I will go... — Well, first, the automatic machine at them only one, — as it is possible more rigidly Victor, — Secondly that it in wood to do has interrupted? Not May. And thirdly, on mushrooms we will go in any case — even if all concentration camp at them will run up. — Here always you so! If only to you, if only to you! — in Marina's voice disturbing notes — tears on the approach have rung out. — well I do not want, I do not want! I at job was exhausted, houses have put too much — allow to me to have a rest though during week-end, eventually! Victor has listened attentively to itself: so, in hands of holds — it is firm and quiet. The victory will be for us! — First, to go tomorrow on mushrooms we agreed still one week ago. Agreed? Secondly, soon good weather the end: tomorrow at us last chance to lay up though a bucket of mushrooms for the winter. So? And thirdly, the darling washing, what such special affairs on the house can be at the woman who do not have children, and?, As always, Lydia Semenovna will bungle a dinner. Will bungle, Lydia Semenovna? Certainly, Victor understood — it pricks severely, but could not be kept, and today it would not be desirable to tighten quarrel: it was necessary to beat on the patient. Marina has surrendered, has calmed down, has not answered, has turned away to a bowl. — Well here and chudnenko. — Victor has loudly slapped itself on knees, has risen, is habitual dolbanulsja about a plafond. — that you have burst! Rubbing a nape, has gone to a vestibule, it has begun to be dug in a niche — to be going to in a campaign. However, all rybatsko-mushroom equipment laid in a heap. Victor has for form's sake checked up, whether in a backpack any trifles — matches, a cord, knifes, validol... Has put there tourist toporik: God forbid to forget! Calmed, it was arranged in the big room in front of the TV. Soon the wife and the mother-in-law have joined it. Sat silently, absorbed revelations of the program of "News". After a weather report («Aha – Moscow prophesies a bucket in ours palestinah!») Victor has habitually switched to the third channel: than there this time Nevzorov intimidates? «The husband has killed the wife with jealousy. All night long in a bathroom, being concealed from the five years' son, sawed and split into parts a corpse, took out in bags on waste ground, dug in... The man of thirty two years was killed by houses the wife and the mother-in-law (Victor has hemmed, was lop-sided on the), then cut off to it a head, hands, feet, genitals, have ripped up a stomach, have taken out guts and have laid out them on beautiful zhostovskom a tray. Have killed after have found its forcing the native eight-year daughter izvrashchencheskim in the way... » — About, My God, — Lydia Semenovna has sighed, has muffled more densely in a shawl. «The corpse of the unknown young woman is found in a manhole. The victim is raped and killed, on a body — twenty two nozhevyh wounds...» For ten minutes anybody, except Nevzorov, not ulovchilsja napihat in ears of televiewers is so much horrors and nightmares. But, strange business to look «600 seconds» became already narcotic requirement. And if recently Marina still watched transmission silently, with concentration and gloomy if Lydia Semenovna continued ohat, to gasp and groan, Victor has tempered the nerves: could even in the most terrible place teleshokono-vostej yawn, with a crunch, frightening the mother-in-law to bite off an apple, thoroughly to be pulled — a pier, us not zastrashchaesh, not takovskie! Nevzorov not without humour has wished potential victims and murderers good night. Victor has switched to the local program. On the screen the gloomy major — not a couple to the Petersburg leader, and unlike it, bekaja and mekaja – bubnil about crimes of regional scale. But it was not necessary to miss too — in a native sleepy city of business those were created still. For a week: two murders, six armed assaults, three rapes, eleven cases of heavy physical injuries... Nichegoshenki to itself! And again — about runaway. The major has shown photographs of dzhekov-eviscerators: one — young, dark, is similar to the Caucasian, a sight cheerful, cynical; the second — in years, the person stone, square, prickly eyes are hidden under eyebrows, from a sight — even telefotonezhivogo — morozets on a skin. Such only get under a nail! — Well, baj-baj? — Victor, pristanyvaja has yawned, was pulled, — Tomorrow at daybreak to rise. Lydia Semenovna with hardly audible sigh has risen, zasharkala in the room. Clearly, its will, it against the stop a TV set would look — that to it at a chronic sleeplessness to do? While Victor lapped under a shower, Marina has spread out a sofa bed, has shaken up pillows. Then long vozjukalas at a sideboard, already in a nightgown, with the dismissed hair, — ublagovonivala the person, hands, a neck creams and ointments. Victor already podryomyval when the wife, having switched off at last light, perekarabkalas through it to a wall, has whisked under a blanket, has calmed down, laying on a back. Victor has hesitated for a time, porazdumyval, but nevertheless — just in case — as though was inadvertently squeezed to Marina's side, has slipped a palm on its hip. Marina has nervously moved, has in a pointed manner exposed a back, has curled up. «Well and ladnenko, — Victor has calmed down, — it is necessary to sleep...» He too has turned away, has drawn in become bare feet under a blanket and was floated-has begun to rock on the first waves of sleepy unconsciousness. Last thought: «the Alarm clock has got? Has got...» — pomertsala also has sunk into darkness. The back was indulged-heated pleasantly by a body of the wife. Well! However, its sharp vertebras broke comfort a little, well is fine... 2 Weather, against expectation and mean assurances of a TV set, has pumped up. The grey bulked up weight of a rain-sejanki has jam-packed wood. Dampness, slush, mzga — though cry. But here from above, from unimaginably distant height wide krovavo-crimson beams were cut, during one moment swept, have dried up the filled out clouds and have left in wood only friable, almost absolutely transparent fog. However, became cosier not... Victor has suddenly paid attention: in wood — it is amazingly silent. Ordinary any birds strum, at the worst — ravens make a din. And here — the unconscious silence ringing. Even tops of trees have fallen asleep, have grown dumb, do not rustle. Marina, on a habit, lags behind, is dissolved behind bushes. — Marina, lines you tear up! It is told — do not lag behind! The wife with the scared expression on the person runs up, nestles on the husband, scaredly looks around. — Nearby go! — Victor orders strictly and hears, how its voice in the empty become silent wood is boomingly, strange carried. «What here, to hell, mushrooms!» — he is angry and obstinately walks forward. Opposite — tenacious and dense — the bush annoys to furiousness. But here they get out on a good place: very tall pines and aspens stand seldom, and a grass it is few bushes. On a hvojno-deciduous laying here and there stick out tempting bugorki, and here and there mushroom hats are directly put out, look out on freedom. Now that's something like it — white, aspen mushrooms, coral milky caps, masljata... Though a plait mow! Victor, having forgotten all alarms and fears, rushes from one mushroom to another, cuts successively, exclaiming: — Spoke after all, spoke — for all winter we will lay up! The basket fills directly on eyes. — Stop, — orders to itself Victor. — that it I? It is necessary only white to take, perfect. It without a regret throws out almost full basket, chooses from a heap handsome men boroviki, is straightened, with pleasure curves a tired back... And suddenly sees: not far — well, thirty-forty, it is no more metres — by it the wild boar rushes between trees. Experienced sekach, canines enormous — on run turns a heavy head and malicious eyes of the murderer zyrkaet on Victor, rushes further: tup! tup! tup!. And seems — the earth shivers. Victor privalivaetsja a shoulder to a pine — feet break. Lines s that! It is So much years in wood goes, always dreamt at least have published wild boars to see, but here such wild and so it is close... At Victor the fever on a skin runs — what terrible, what significant sight at an animal. And during this instant it is again distributed fractional top. Victor shudders, with fear peers: after the first sekachom the second rushes. This — is less, but is sinewy, also all also is mighty any dark, almost black. It it is impudent, with a smile drills the person with pupils and beats hoofs further, for the leader. Victor takes breath. And here it at last reaches: animals not on a straight line, not by, and on a circle run. They bend around it, run all over and now are already somewhere behind the back. There, where Marina! Victor twirls by a head — the wife nearby is not present. It, having forgotten about a basket, rushes through wood, flies like mad huge jumps and in a minute hears Marina's mortal shout. This shout-cry by the heated needle sticks to Victor into heart, will paralyse it. Victor falters, falls on chetverenki, some more metres stealthily creep. Moves apart bushes hands and otshatyvaetsja... On a small glade destroy his wife. Marina, absolutely naked, all in grazes and bruises, is crucified on a thick trunk poverzhennogo an oak. It is still live. Two — one thickset, stocky, with square shchetinistym a nape; the second dark, high, thin — potter about over it. Victor with horror guesses — murderers just iznarhatili his wife, mockingly, sadistski have raped and now, enjoying, finish. Thickset, growling from pleasure, slowly knifes Marina's body, draws on a stomach bloody patterns. Dark, pohrjukivaja, flattens fingers on her hands nippers, peers into her eyes. From Marina's open mouth shout, and any wild agonal rattle is pulled out any more... «What I? What it I? After all at me — an axe...» Victor tries to force to jump itself, but the viscous catalepsy pastes it to the crude earth. And business, he realises, not in the automatic machine behind the back of thickset and a pistol which is sticking out because of a belt restless, business in other... Victor does not maintain and, having begun to sob from powerlessness, beats a fist by the ground. And there and then, having choked, scaredly slams a mouth. But — late. These two, sharply having developed, precisely rest pupils directly against it. The sight of the stocky is especially intolerable. Victor, having collected the will rests, jumps and rushes away. On run looking back, he with mad fear sees — murderers skip behind it. Victor presses, already flies almost by air, by miracle evading from trunks and jumping korjazhiny. «Only would not shoot! Only not...» And immediately the automatic turn behind blows up. «All — the end!» — Victor has time to think. And – falls... 3 The automatic turn does not interrupt — any strange, sonorous, modulating. Victor has started and has opened eyes. The alarm clock squalled even a second-two. Light of serene solar morning got into a room. Marina — it surprisingly has begun to move as was able not to hear an alarm clock ringing, — has buried in Victor's shoulder snub-nosed nosishkoj, has cosy breathed heavily. Victor has peered at her face, is unexpected for itself has given smacking kiss in an ear and all has flinched, having recollected shizofrenichesky a dream. — Marina... Hey, Marina Vasilevna! Rise, rise — the pipe calls. He has once again kissed the wife, this time — on a temple. Marina also has completely woken up at once, has suspiciously blinked the eyes: — That it you?. Victor carefully stored in itself the is sweet-complacent mood which has replaced pressing night fear. Even Lydia Semenovna, as always kolgotivshajasja over a measure, long could not deduce it from itself. Only when it already in fifth time has got: «the Friend from friends there in wood do not depart... In a thicket far do not climb...» — Victor has straightened out: — Well how much it is possible, Lydia Semenovna? Perhaps will order to search round our house for mushrooms? Go to fill up, really, do not torment on a fist. — Yes I of that? Anything... — Lydia Semenovna has habitually retired to the background. — Only you in a thicket very much do not climb — vstrenete whom inadvertently... Fie! It is better to be silent. At autostation of people already — though meeting open. Baskets and plastic buckets — the sea razlivannoe. parazitstvo! Certainly, it was necessary the first flight, six-hour, to go, and now — for fight prepare! Victor, dressed in rags and crimson, was tore out with tickets from cash desk, clasped. Marina waited on a platform. The rests utreshnego moods still were available, Victor has joked: — Give vsuchim to the dispatcher trojak, let declares on road service station: a pier, two armed criminals have run away, wander on wood round a city. Precisely I speak — at once in the empty bus we will go. Marina was not adjusted on its wave, has gloomy muttered: — And can, indeed wander. The pleasure has not enough. — Yes will suffice you! You are afraid — home go. I and one two baskets will type. And again, as recently in the morning, something has moved in Victor's shower — it wanted priobnjat the wife, to press to itself, to give smacking kiss in a cheek. Marina in fashionable graceful points and after the fastened kerchief, seeming is even more thin under spacious not on growth shtormovkoj, was now — as well as once, in the first days of their hot painful love — native, lovely, desired... In an hour from this sentimentality does not remain also a trace. A chaos at planting in rumpled avtobusik, jolting and noise-din-bark in a way have already lowered a little mood. But the main thing — the cretin the driver did not declare a stop, to ask fellow travellers it would not be desirable (all as dogs chain!) and please, have slipped: instead of the Second cordon have come to be on the Third. It would Seem, no trouble: only five-six keme differences. However... Around the Second cordon Victor with Marina already happened. In those times, having descended with proselka and having gone deep into wood, they turned precisely on the sun. Hour for two-three, having typed mushrooms, left on the main highway prjamehonko to a bus stop. Besides they always remembered, on the right nearby — recovered prosyolok. As required always it is possible to jump out on it, golosnut poputke. And now? For the last the bus turned off a quarter of hour twice. The sky already seriously tightened goodness knows where from gushed clouds. Soon the sun will mask at all. By itself, it is possible and to stamp on road back to the Second cordon, but whether it is insulting? — And all you! — Victor on Marina a rage has splashed. — as language has swallowed, could not ask... — Itself also asked, — Marina has snapped. — Good, that now to be ruined. Have gone... Kul-l-lyoma! Together with them five-six have got out of the bus of mushroom pickers, but all of them a crowd have gone to the opposite party from the sun. It and is better — gribochki do not like mass invasions. Victor has got from a backpack a knife in a sheath, toporik in a cover — has fitted on a belt. Having armed, at once felt more confident. It has attentively fixed the sun absolutely already disappearing in grey clubs and has resolutely walked in wood. Marina with the knife — behind it. Passion of mushroom hunting since first minutes has grasped them entirely. Important, who will find the first a mushroom — that and the man of the hour. To surprise and Victor, Marina's sincere disappointment carried more often, yes that there more often — almost always. As she managed with the points in a minus five dioptries to find out mushrooms literally on an empty place — the mind boggles. Here and this time already soon Marina has quickly bent down to a small hummock — time, time! — a knife has sparkled and has victoriously lifted-has exposed two strong black milk mushrooms. — Here so, Vitenka! — But I borovik will find the first, — kislo Victor has parried and, having compressed a teeth, has gone on wood storm. Mushrooms as if having quailed, have started to surrender the whole families. Well it is direct, as in a present dream. Victor already seriously thought — it would be necessary, really, only white to take... Suddenly in its shower gradually, from depth there was any discomfort. What is? He has looked round, has looked upwards — over trees impenetrable matte glass of the sky hung. Victor has understood: they — have lost the way. It in general badly was guided in wood. And here strange noise was heard... Or — it seems? What is it – a wild boar? — Marina! — he has screamed. — I here, — have responded it. Most it is not visible, and a voice — it is close. — Go here! — Well wait, here lisichek and butter full. — I have told — go here! — the Voice it has squeezed from fury. — go immediately to me! Marina has appeared, has discontentedly looked. — My God, what the such? That you? — Where your way there is a state road? — Victor filtered words all as sdavlenno, becoming hysterical. The wife has uncertainly looked round, has thought, has waved through a shoulder a knife: — There. — «There, there», — Victor has imitated harm. — on мордáм! It is necessary on prosyolok to get out again — to stray have begun. — And prosyolok where? — «Where, where»... On a beard! There yours prosyolok. — And at all there. It is necessary there... — Follow me! — Victor has bellowed. — go and do not lag behind. The crash and footfall behind trees have again seemed to it. It has nervously seized for toporik, has unbuttoned a cover. Has hastily walked to a country road. Marina, in a low voice grumbling, — trace. Suddenly in the sky protajala an ice-hole, the sun has struck a beam directly it in backs. Well, I never! Victor has confusedly grunted, has shifted a cap on a nape. — Look you, absolutely in other party pryom... Marina only has sighed: — Balamut you, balamut you at me... 4 By Victor's calculations, to a highway remains kilometres six. Even an hour to one and a half course. Besides especially now it is possible and not to hunt: baskets already delay hands — extraction kind. Marina has spread the newspaper on a low stub at edge of extensive cutting down. Has covered a marching table: hard eggs, sugar tomatoes on a break, sandwiches with odorous cheese, dense invigorating tea on mint. Chewed silently, wearily blinked on the cleared up sun. And where only all clouds swept? A wind below, the earth has not enough tyoplyn — as in a heat of woman's summer. And yellowness in wood more few — the autumn was late now. Victor has chewed a sandwich, has made two solid drinks from termosnoj covers and intended already to be filled up on heels of minutes pokejfovat as suddenly poperhnulsja, has seized Marina by a shoulder. On other two men have seemed to cutting down edge. One: low, thickset — in a khaki pea jacket. The second: high, thin — in an is bright-blue jacket. At undersized behind a shoulder the automatic machine trunk sticks out... Victor's heart obmiraet, then crashes somewhere downwards. In podvzdohe the groaning pain flashes. Perhaps they will go aside? But is not present, two go straight on them. — Vitja, Vitenka, it they? It that — they? Oh! The pair of minutes still is: cutting down is filled up by curve trunks, utykana columns of stubs. Victor and Marina, not reducing eyes from men, push shmutki in a backpack, pick up baskets. To the nearest trees — metres twenty. To run Victor and Marina for some reason do not dare — trip. Before diving under crones, Victor once again looks back — those obviously press. — Faster, Marina! Victor clings the wife for a hand and almost runs. In a brain knock, thoughts face: «Can — on prosyolok? Where for it now to search? Moreover it is across jerked... The Main thing — to come off them...» — Vitja! I cannot! — Marina chokes.-Twist! — Throw a basket! Marina on run throws back a hand, unclenches fingers. The basket rashly fucks about a birch trunk... Victor an interior feels: those lag behind more and more. It is necessary to take rest. Marina constantly stumbles, almost falls. It supports the wife, fades, conceals painful breath, listens attentively: like — it is silent. Victor a cap wipes the person, soaks through cheeks and a forehead to Marina. It, having removed points, having closed eyes, cannot inhale in any way. — Here gadstvo, carries to us! It is necessary so to run — Victor itself hears a shiver in the voice. — Give ive in rate to road — jokes are bad. But he has not time to make and five steps as its left boot fails, scoops waters. — In a forehead your mother!!! Victor shmjakaet a cap about the earth: how he has forgotten it? After all here — a bog, and they vporolis on a narrow spit in its most core. — Run! — Victor turns, picks up the wife under an elbow. — run, Marina, run! It falters about the basket, with a damnation flings away her foot. Only just they jump out on a bog wing as not far behind trees there is a blue stain. In a boot the marsh swill deafeningly champs. Victor, going the left foot only on a sock, shrivels and, carrying away behind itself Marina, is stolen to the right. To it it is for some reason thought, that these wish to round a bog other party. And — again miss. Having left a bog on the right, Victor is extended in all growth, looks back and sees murderers in terrible affinity behind the back. «My mummy! Can – again a dream?» But Victor with toskoju understands: it — not a dream. Suddenly forward of them, that, in a blue jacket, waves it a hand, something imperiously shouts. The wind rumples, rejects words. Thickset starts to remove from a shoulder the automatic machine... Victor is picked up and, not being concealed any more, rushes away on full power of the long feet. Runs zigzags, in ears — whistle, branches aim to knock out eyes. Victor, having exposed palms, hurriedly clears away before itself saving space. «Marina!» — as if flash in a brain. It unscrews a neck for an instant: the wife, ridiculously jumping up and swinging hands, in all can rushes behind it. — Do not lag behind! — it rattles and naddayot is stronger. «Only to jump out on road! Only not to get off aside!» Unexpectedly, as from under the earth, before it vyrastast a high green fence. In two ranks the prickle on top puffs up. Reaches spiteful breh dogs. «Whether a warehouse what, whether — prison? On prison not similar — towers are not present...» Victor zapoloshenno breathes, hardly, hardly thinks. To the left the dense fence leaves in dark depth of wood, merges with it, it seems infinite. In other party breakage of a wooden wall is visible, it is probable — a corner. And where gate? Marina runs up from last forces. On warped from exhaustion and fear the person of points is not present. On a forehead krovavitsja a graze. Having broken awkwardly feet, the wife falls, rests against the earth hands before itself: breath — with vshlipami, a head is wound upwards-downwards, upwards-downwards... «Forces at it will not suffice... No, will not suffice...», — itches in Victor's head. It straightens out itself(himself), is stirred up. — Remove shtormovku and a sweater. Itself throws off from itself a backpack, a jacket, olimpijku. Catches at a belt — the knife in a cover is not present. toporik – to leave? Yes to sense from it against the automatic machine, only to run stirs... Victor rushes to the right — along a fence. Hardly constraining itself, moderating a lynx, on a tow drags Marina. — Well, move, chyor-r-rt! Steep feverish thoughts: «If gate behind a corner — there to run in? There people should be... And if one dogs?.» Here and a corner. Victor peers back. Anybody. Thanks God! Slides a sight on a vicinity... Swine, they! Hurry across. The damned blue stain looms metres in hundred. Only would not shoot!. And here Victor notices three women. The first impulse — to rush to them: people, live people! But happy chyornenkaja myslishka shmygaet in a brain, burns pleasure: «They will distract, will distract on itself...» Women — two elderly and moloduha — with empty baskets efficiently pace towards to those. «The Lord you rescue and save!» Victor, having pulled the frozen Marina, sharply turns off and on the semibent slides along a fence. And a same minute hears a powerful rumble ahead. Same a line... — Road! 5 They have got out on betonku near to a bus stop, but another, kilometre on two above, habitual. Have stopped, not reaching crowd. Passengers, the person fifteen, unanimously vypuchilis on them, were whispered between themselves, have become agitated. Victor has looked at the wife and has internally gasped: uncombed, in blood, the summer white T-shirt – in a dirt, is torn apart on a shoulder, open hands under October znobkim a breeze have turned blue, have become covered by pimples... It, of course, not krashe. Flash of pleasure of the beginning prituhat to die away. Victor has embraced the hung Marina, warming, has pressed to itself, has stupidly rested against crowd a sight. «Be gone all propadom — are live and it is fine... Money in a backpack remained — as we will reach?.» Suddenly on nerves something has struck. Victor has turned a head — a blue stain! It was shown all more distinctly, came nearer, and at last because of trunks those two have seemed. «Cannot be! Here — people...» Victor has recoiled, has squeezed Marina so, that it has moaned, but eyes has not opened. The guy in a blue jacket went directly on them and... Smiled. Victor has receded a step, another... And here with horror undercover still shame has understood: he knows this person. It is more than that, this guy — Oleg, seems? — The office its floor above serves in one office with it, only. Oleg came nearer, smiling to all neuverennee, has murmured: — I look, you it or not you? I shout, I shout, and you — to run. Behind his back the muzhik similar to it in a soldier's pea jacket loomed, behind its shoulder any stick or a tube stuck out of a backpack. Victor has strained, wished to keep itself, to braid, but was not in time. Something has emerged from depths directly to a throat, has blocked breath. It has sharply pushed away Marina, has thrown up white fists in the face of the struck dumb guy and, vzbeshyonno shaking by them, has begun to squeal: — What? What?! Not pozvo-about-olju! I not pozvo-about-about-olju!. It has choked, zatopal with feet, tonenko, has terribly raised a howl in a voice. People scaredly, it is disturbed looked at it. On the earth cold Marina sat and, having closed ladoshkami the person, silently cried. 1992
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