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	Pies with meat The story 1 Where Marinka? Maxim psihanul already seriously. School doors have ceased to clap, children, pervosmenki, razbezhalis-have dispersed, making a din and playing about, and as the cow language has pinched a daughter. Where it has got lost? It would be necessary to light, calm down, yes in that and a comma — cigarettes even have come to an end in the morning. And to shoot now, try strelni — like hell who will give. Oh to smoke it would be desirable, here really ears swell, burn so, as morozets them does not take. And to freeze after a dinner the beginning. Directly on eyes, though only the quarter of the third also darkens. Anything, anything, we will now be smoked — from ears the smoke will go. Fie you, these ears were gave! Not having sustained, Maxim has got money, once again, close bringing to the person, has quickly counted: nine with copecks. Trojak the Lead for bread has allocated, copper remained from former riches, and six oak managed to be cadged for the book «About Russian names». It most to try to sell, would seize also a tchervonets: the book efficient, help, in excellent cover. However, most to trade — the talent is necessary. Maxim rjashkoj did not leave, for a drink of the buyer to seize will not manage. And, that kind, competitors-shopkeepers in a moment nakostyljali, would spend in a neck together with its Russian names, the Greek and all Judaic. Good, and six fragmentary should suffice. As a last resort — without the filter to search it is necessary. The main thing that the Lead not at once has found out book loss — on racks numbers are thinned out strongly. Near Maxim's feet, on the trampled down snow, the decent candle end "belomoriny" rolled. Forces Hardly sufficed not to bend down, to lift. Yes where eventually Marinka? Maxim has stamped the foot zaholodevshimi soles, has hitched up a jacket collar, has looked at a traffic light — it is necessary to jump to school, to search for a daughter. It also did not go at all it to meet: that, eight years, not small, and to the house, if run, minutes to five-seven course. But the Lead — in any: if, my darling, you do not work, so be kind to meet the unique daughter from school. There is nothing it on darkness of one to gad. Certainly, Maxim could and spit from a high belltower on orders of the wife, on its is venomous-obscene tone, could, but, first, it — that's it — the unemployed, at it and the truth free time a great lot. Secondly, these Prenew Year's days really with these moronic transfers of zone time there-here darkened almost at midday. Day, it is possible to tell, and was not. Traffic light as if has frozen — has got stuck on green for cars. Maxim, becoming hysterical, has mechanically got behind cigarettes, has spitted out, chertyhnulsja. Nerves — to hell! The foolish, marasmic commission in service of employment of the population has finished it today to a boiling point. Before Maxim as the idiot went there, on a city edge, time six, spent the last pjatialtynniki for the bus, rumpled and another's edges, and for what? That potomitsja, popotet among other gloomy poor fellows in a close waiting room, then to sit down on a chair before haughty fifoj with the cow indifferent eyes and to hear the next: — While we to you on a speciality predlzhit can nothing. Ha — "predlzhit"! And this tyolka razmalyovannaja persistently offered each time: — You on brick-works not hochete? Tyshchu will receive! Maxim hardly constrained itself and so pulled otsuchit it, to hiss in the answer: a pier, and you, a knot razetakaja, whether want with a trolley pokorjachitsja for tyshchu the birch? Yes that to sense with this Zorkoj to altercate: it in heat sits, nails polishes also the same tyshchu for shameless eyes ogrebaet. Them there in one room — herd whole, nedojnoe, cards touch, pieces of paper write-copy also to visitors mutter: anything we can not help, come still. No that one efficient person with computer to plant... Madhouse! And today there was a culmination of this durdomnoj comedies — the commission. Maxim waited of one and a half hour for the turn. Such as it, homebrew actors, was going to the person twelve. And directors sat at massive doors in an office — the whole five pieces. Maxim and so felt not in the plate and when, on call to a limit obminijubinoj maidens in transparent stockings, has become hollow in an office and at all on a shower it became nasty. Sits kompashka people unfamiliar to it and in five pairs eyes it is lazy examine it, exchange words between itself in a low voice, whisper. Maxim at first plainly them also has not considered. Only extreme to it the powerful madam with gold wheels in ears was evident, and that therefore only, that tartly bore from it a mix of aroma of refined spirits with a stench of axillary sweat. Maxim, having taken seat kopchikom on the very brink a lax chair, has stared sideways, at the pimply thighs of the maiden opened over a measure. It, standing at doors, has loudly read on a piece of paper: — Filjanov Maxim Leonidovich, a floor man's, thirty one year, in the ranks of party did not consist, a higher education, the teacher of political economy, the experience on a speciality five, the general seniority — fourteen years, last two years studied in postgraduate study... Brad any, what — he not in a condition about itself to tell? So, probably, they in party accepted earlier: speak, here were attached entirely were obkomovtsy and rajkomovtsy... Long-legged dokladalshchitsa has stopped, has respectfully stood in a rack. Examination has begun: what? How? Why? Where? When?. Maxim abruptly, through force answered. Then those again have begun to whisper, knowingly to nod heads. Maxim has got accustomed: the three men, two women, all well-cared, are dressed soundly, in eyes — satiety, confidence in today's and tomorrow. The century to these pigs would not go, yes here has pressed. Though the grant would appoint – all easier. The main thing — to be interrupted winter, and there it will be visible... — Thus, Maxim Leonidovich, as the unemployed we register you, but the grant to you we can not allocate, it is not necessary. — Allow, — Maxim was surprised, — as it is not necessary? Whom? — The law. It was answered the with the most impressive, in the centre. Answered it is underlined patiently, indulgently, with a disposition to laziness. Maxim has gloomy grinned, on a throat there has passed a spasm. Is that for such law, interestingly? I do not work, you cannot offer a place to me, and suddenly I not the unemployed? — No, dear Maxim... e... Leonidovich, I Russian explain to you: you at us are registered now by the unemployed. But, whether see, smart guy (Maxim has distorted), under the law it is necessary to have thirty six weeks of the seniority for last year... — But after all I on day in postgraduate study studied, the grant received — unless it is not included into the experience? And in general, at me fourteen years of the experience — unless you did not hear? Maxim for something has nodded on the maiden at a door, as if appealing to it. To it have begun vtolkovyvat chorus, interrupting the friend to the friend, tone and sights reproaching it in dullness — the grant he has not deserved... Yes you choke with the grant! Maxim wanted sharahnut a door so that the crash has gone, but the maid golonogaja, the foolish woman, has rushed a breast as on an embrasure, has taken a door up. Shout, noise. That, impressive, has jumped out, with militia to threaten the beginnings... Ugly there was a scene. 2 Yes where Marinka, oh, damn?! Lead recently as the masochist, collected ominous hearings, terrible histories about the gone children, the mutilated corpses, the chopped off children's heads. Pushed all it into ears and soul to Maxim. Yes that hearings: one of these days in the newspaper regional there has passed nervomotatelnaja article about the maniac-murderer. All city in fear held half a year. It have caught only on the seventh victim. Wore out, zverjuga shifted, the little girl or malchonku in a dark corner, forced, in every possible way izgaljajas, then prirezyval — crossed a throat at all... U-uf! Maxim has taken breath, has relaxed — has flashed green paltishko, school doors has slipped out Marinka, has seen it, has waved ladoshkoj. It has threatened with a finger, has shown — look at a traffic light! Maxim specially did not come nearer to a school threshold, did not come inside: God forbid, will catch Marinkina uchitelka, write was gone — will start talking to death, will start to stuff with faculty meetings. And the daughter what adult to pass a crossroads is able — no trouble. Maxim looked, how Marinka, twirling on-bird's a head to the right-on the left, hurried to it. Yes-a-a, paltetso at the little girl skukozhilos — the form school already on a palm looks out, knees stick out. And again the Lead all chin to it zelyonkoj has smeared. That it so! Cold by cold, but the little girl not to the person zelyonka. He has sighed, was stirred up, has smoothed wrinkles: good, there is nothing to win back on a daughter the mood, that is necessary from it more cheerfully, and it and so recently more and more cloudy yes thoughtful. — E-e, Pelageja! Pelagejushka that so has got stuck after change? Marinka has approximated eyes, has shy smiled. — What I to you Pelageja? You of that? — Ah, excuse old a folder-fool! As I have forgotten, you after all at us — Mar-hectares-ri. Queen Margo. — A folder, yes that you? — The daughter has even more strongly quickened. — I not Margarita any! You what ridiculous today. You play about, yes? Maxim and itself has cheered up, took Marinku for a hand. — Have gone bystrenko nah a house. The folder at you does not play about, and very clever. It in one book subtracted today: there is, and Margarita, and Pelageja, and Marina is all one name. So called the Greek goddess of beauty the Aphrodite. One called its pearl, and it and is in a Greek way Margarita. Others called her sea, and it in a Greek way — Pelageja, in Latin — Marina. And why the goddess the sea called, you know? Because she from sea foam was born. And pearl why? And seamen in its temples in gift by bags brought pearls. Here also it turns out: you are a namesake all Pelagejam, to all Margaritas and самóй to the goddess of beauty Af-ro-di... Maxim spun language, sated the daughter with knowledge from the book that has tired out in the morning for nothing, and itself looked out, whether sell where tobacco. On a corner Communistic it has beheld three gipsies, has rushed to them. Precisely — "Space" and "Vinston". Well, on "Vinston" and to look there is nothing, not on a teeth, and here nashensky "Space"... — How much? — Beri, daragoj! Desjat rublej. To gifts atdaju! — Yes you that, tsvetastaja! — Maxim vsplesnul, on-woman's, hands. — the day before yesterday for six bought. — Inflatsyja, daragoj! Beri, paka eats. On it is fine — for vosem... To Maxim to recede there was no place-ears have swelled, just about and will burst, as bubbles from a chewing elastic band. At a daughter to be dishonoured it would not be desirable, but — where to disappear? Not looking back on Marinku, has seized in ringing monistami the old woman, has started to try to persuade, beg. Somehow vytsyganil — has thrown a pack, has contemptiously hushed: — TSe! On, hens zadaram, time such nyshchy! For nothing for nothing, and six roubles has seized, the hag old, for a bosom has in a moment hidden. Maxim wished to be justified more vigorously before Marinkoj somehow to assume a dignified air and has suddenly seen: she continuously looks at a co-operative stall on other corner. There from a yellow warm window the hand of the seller methodically put to buyers wafer kulki with the fallen asleep foam of ice-cream. Maxim has hidden a pack in a pocket, has grunted, has cleaned a throat, took a daughter for varezhku. — Have gone, Marinas... Now potato houses we will fry, milk the bottle is. Marinka has sighed, silently has gone. — And I fools people, — have started to put too much salt Maxim, — those, ice-cream take. Yes unless in co-operative societies it is possible to take? Yesterday by radio heard — in Voronezh hundred thirty persons have poisoned with such ice-cream. And the cold dog — at once quinsy will be. Here fools... — And I, daddies, also do not want some ice-cream, — have silently told Marinka, looking aside, have swallowed. — droplets I do not want … «The swine! — Maxim has told to itself. — that you have choked with these cigarettes!» Well he in any way will not throw a foolish habit to start up a smoke from a mouth and nostrils? To Smoke the beginnings — smehotura — not to grow stout. And here — has conceived a liking. Books from the house already steals, ice-cream at a daughter from a mouth pulls out... The Swine! Maxim wanted prinagnutsja, to give smacking kiss Marinku in a cheek, but habits to sloppy sentimentality it was not found out, and to the people around — a precipice. They went on most tolplivoj to street of a city, Communistic — a local parody on capital Arbat. On the right and at the left a solid wall shops, benches, shops lasted; in the centre of foot street the extensive beds bordered with benches-borders towered. On one of beds the iron skeleton of the future fur-tree, ershas stumps of pipes stuck out. Two muzhiks pushed pine branches into pipes. Already the escaped lanterns with might and main burnt. zapoloshennye people scurried about on softened from salt and a dirt to rotten snow from a show-window to a show-window, jumped in turn, sufficing all successively — after New year the collapse of the wild prices was expected. Faugh you of lines! The father and the daughter have involuntarily started, have pulled noses. From the semiopened doors with a signboard "Pies" has doused such aroma, that in stomachs has missed a bit. Maxim for all day hvatanul two glasses of tea, a roll and egg. Marinka at school, of course, too only a roll yes tea has managed, and from a breakfast one memoirs remained. U-u-uh and a smell! Indeed — meat spirit. That is interesting, there are these pies with meat quite on-bozheski — an one ruble a piece. And like — co-operative society. However, well them is still heads to break yes stomachs to weary. — We now, Marinka, here that, — is vigorous potyor hands Maxim, — we will buy bread and a half-long loaf is direct in the street, on road, and we will knead. Suits? — It is impossible in the street, daddies, you spoke. — Ha, spoke! Before reorganisation. And now we with you were reconstructed. On here tryoshnik, run in grain, and I at an input while will smoke. Take two black and two long loafs. Should suffice. If, God forbid, there again the prices have raised — itself think, but that the long loaf was. Maxim has removed a hard satchel from shovels of a daughter, has put to it a package. Grain — through shop from "Pies". Marinka has run. It has snatched out "Space", has turned away from passers-by to a lantern, has ripped up a wrapper, has opened a pack, has restrained sigaretinu teeth, has struck several times a match — o-oh! Died a smoke so, that to a navel has got, nearly has not choked. Slowly, kajfuja, has let out klubochek-other of a pair smoke, it was tightened once again as deeply — half-cigarettes as did not happen. Has put on one glove, has approached to grain, it was attached opposite, has put a daughter's satchel on priklumbovyj a border, has prepared podkurit from the first cigarette one more. The head … has blissful begun to spin 3 Where Marinka? Maxim does last inhaling, dopaliv tobacco to the filter, takes a satchel: it is necessary to go to help, it is visible – ocheredina, as always, in shop. Suddenly, he has not time to make and a step, doors grain with a crash swing open, the people – malicious, shouting – brings down shaft on street. Here to you, the grandmother, and grain day! Again has not got. Here stervezatsija! It is necessary for a supper a potato with crackers to gnaw. Maxim is straightened, deeply inhales in a breast morozets: everything, everything, nothing to become hysterical. Marinka, podi, now is anxious, thinks — the father will shout. More easy, Maxim Leonidovich, you the intellectual, oh, damn! He peers more steadfastly. The daughter, probably, being afraid of a crush, still sticks out in shop. Over an input two lanterns from four, with advertising letters «X» and "E" dimly turn yellow. It turns out — he! Ljud angered from shop pryot and pryot, more and more the woman, the old woman. Two-three gipsies, with knots, — whether those, tabachnitsy flash? Though them has now divorced — camps on streets and the areas wander. Yes where Marinka? Maxim shchuritsja, climbs in a pocket behind points as the door slams. What is? Last empty buyer, poddatyj muzhichonka in valenoks with galoshes and treuhe, using foul language on all Communistic, disturbing passers-by, hobbles towards station. Well, a dragonfly! Maxim podspudno, against will wishes to become angry more abruptly, too matjugnutsja. What it there — elicits bread, whether that? Here it has learnt the little girl to be humiliated! It quickly, manoeuvring between people, goes to shop, opens a door. The low full granny, restricting its mop on feet, mildly grumbles: — netuti, netuti, milok. Having been late. In the morning come. Maxim impatiently rummages and rummages a sight. In a spacious hall with empty grain racks along the right both back parties and two passes to cash desks — only three persons: the granny-tehnichka, the cashier procrastinating in fingers treshki yes roubles, and the saleswoman checking trays. Heart at Maxim stukaet. He wildly looks at the grandma with a mop, jumps out on street. How it could pass a daughter? In the street, at an input, Marinki is not present. It rushes to that place where waited for it, and there is empty. Maxim throws a satchel on a bench, pulls down gloves, snatches out points from a case, clings on a nose. The world becomes at once sharp, accurate — to another. Maxim penetrates the armed sight all around: Marinki, its green coat and a white knitted hat it is not visible anywhere. What for rubbish?! When Maxim clings again to a shop door, the grandma already hisses on it, raises the mop handle, tries to jam a lock. Maxim pushes away it. The red cashier, yawning, co-ordinates money, rings a trifle. It is angry zyrkaet on it. Suddenly it slams a mouth, with a roar drives in a cash desk box, screams: — Zina! Gosha! My God, yes they for the robber now will accept it! — The girl, the girl! — Maxim tries not to shout. — minute! At me the daughter just here was. The girl — eight years. It shows growth from floor Marinkin. And the cashier - "girl" (to it of years under fifty), both the granny, and jumped out Zina, and mordatyj Gosha, probably, the loader — all look at Maxim: well also what? — Understand, — he hurries up, mumbles. — the girl... A coat short... The green... A hat white... Understand? I wait in the street, I wait... All here left, and it is not present... Understand? — Yes where it, darling, can be? — It is sympathetic, advance payment zhalejuchi, the old woman sings. — at us, itself vish, netuti. — How "netuti"? — Maxim mutters. — where then it? But he and itself sees: Marinki in shop is not present. And suddenly as flash in a brain — gipsies! With knots! About the gipsies stealing children, so much dreadful histories go. It headlong rushes by the granny to a door. Gipsies, Maxim has precisely remembered, have moved not to station, in other party, to Soviet... But, having slipped steps thirty, Maxim sharply brakes: has absolutely clinked glasses, has absolutely become crazy! Any gipsies, any bags. My God, the little girl already growth nearly from these gipsies, the people around... Brad! Maxim tries to take itself in hands, lights. So, so, so... The First — is necessary in militia. The second — to inform the Lead... Though, however, the Lead it is not necessary. A problem just in the return: before its arrival, to six to be in time. Could not Marinka here so completely to disappear. Perhaps it, the little fool to joke has decided? Now costs already at the house and giggles... Well to it then will break off! It tramples a stub, intercepts a satchel, solves — to the house. And here to it shibanulo in a nose — again from pirozhkovoj. A dense, caustic smell of fried meat, sweetish — strange. Maxim, having solved, what is it from goloduhi, presses sickening excitement in a stomach, in a throat, in a mouth. And — vysverk in memory: «... Of a pie has taken a bite, and there — ba-and-atjush! — a nail from the children's handle...» Choking, Maxim jumps aside to a bed with the left unfinished fur-tree, is bent, it turns out bile — painfully, convulsively, disgustingly. — See, the drunk nasty! Has got drunk to blevotiny! Maxim clamps a mouth, spoiling gloves, strainedly growls, spitting out interiors. Before eyes — a picture: in shop, between back and lateral regiments — a niche. There — a door. As he has not guessed at once. And this mordovorot — Gosha... The brain works feverishly, but is accurate. It is tenacious. The plan is rapped almost out. Maxim, having chosen from a bed fresh snow, washes gloves, gets a scarf, being on the move wiped, vysmarkivajas, runs to the grain. Though — stop: there there is already nothing, time only to lose. He peers — pass to a court yard it is not visible: houses-shops are stuck together vsplosh. Maxim run turns off on Cooperative: indeed — an input there. In sugrobistoj a cinciput of an infinite court yard — not a soul, only shastajut stray dogs, are spitefully mown, grumble. Maxim picks up at gate a piece of a rusty pipe — just on a hand. So, grain — the third from a corner; means, "Pies" — in the fifth house. Between them the footpath is trampled down. Maxim, having run up, constrains a step: snow, mean, creaks. With Communistic human noise reaches. Maxim again, having wiped, puts on points. The fifth house is adjoined by an extension. To the right of a door — a window with a lattice. It is shone. Maxim on tiptoe creeps. prokljate! Glass to half has become covered with hoarfrost, it is visible nothing. Maxim zyrk there-here. A box. Aha, now just right. It is tightened, looks... Suddenly behind: av! av! av! Dirty kudlataja a small dog. Just about will seize a trouser-leg. Well! It raises a pipe. The dog, having screamed, jumps aside, draws in a tail. Maxim on the semibent writhes on a box — who leaves, is not present? The door is motionless. Because of it, Maxim only hears now, knock of a heavy axe and hekane reaches: he-to! He-to! Heart has restrained. He in horror jumps, not being concealed any more, peers through muddy glass and a lattice. There, inside, razhy the big fellow with a short-haired nape, standing to a window a fat back shining from under a vest, backhand cuts something on a pack. Monstrous palachesky the axe, sparkling an edge grin, vzmetaetsja over a head of the butcher and with juicy knock falls: he-to! He-to! That it there cuts — it is not visible, bloody red splashes only scatter. And here the axe is cut by all shaving weight into heart, in Maxim's head: in a corner, on a floor podsobki rolls green children's paltetso... 4 Ah! Lines!. Maxim has flung away a cigarette: it dotlela to the fingers. Faugh-u-u... It has blown on a burn, has put a hand during snow. The Japanese god the policeman! The blister will jump now. The half second cigarette has for nothing burnt down. And in a head of lines s that climbs. Absolutely sshizilsja. It is necessary — has imagined. The idiot! It has shaken by a hand. One more sigarette to light, whether that? However, well, the truth, Marinka has got stuck? It already absolutely was has decided to go to shop as suddenly its doors with a crash have swung open, the people — malicious, shouting — has tumbled down shaft on street... Maxim has shuddered, to itself has grinned. Has quickly got behind points, has started to peer into crowd steadfastly. Where Marinka? Where?!. 1992
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