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Credo, 1993, № 1-2	The proxy person The story 1 To admit, till this day I turned not enough attention on our flatmate. We have as the fates decree got to a communal flat on two families one year ago. Then behind a wall there lived two persons — marusja, the furniture store saleswoman, and her mother to live Alain Dmitrievna which one month prior to us prikatila to the daughter from most that on is the Siberian backwoods, as it was expressed, the widow century. Also it was necessary such to happen: we had not time to meet plainly neigbours as Marusju have planted. The history has happened, alas, the ordinary: any burnt grabbers there, in furniture, moved in thousand, lowered the wooden polished deficiency to the right and on the left, acquired to itself a summer residence and the car in summary when the string has ceased to be twisted and it was necessary to answer, two young foolish women have been planted on the simple not polished bench. The most extreme. One of them — marusja. Grandmother Alain as we has started to name the neigbour Dimka, marvellously with firmness kept all the days long while proceeding lasted. It came home with dry eyes, is noisy, with prihlyobom full saucers a saw on kitchen tea vprikusku and it is detailed, with the smallest details told, generally to my wife and Dimke, about a business course. From stories Alyony Dmitrievny it was possible to guess, that she to the last denyochka hoped that sacred, besides on its expression, the truth will triumph. Having made prihlyob fragrant, made on the Siberian grasses, tea, holding on dry spread wide ladoshke a painted saucer and having collected a mouth in a wrinkled small knot, the old woman, having gone deep for a second in recent memoirs, resolutely clinked language: — However should on-human come to an end. A face at sudihi just, should not soul pokrivit. Will justify Marusju mine, sirotinochku. As is, will justify... After all it did not take kopeechki... Not takovskaja! To day of adjudgment in court with Alyonoj Dmitrievnoj there has gone my wife, having asked for leave with job. Back Zina has brought the old woman by a taxi, hardly live, in the tears, sick and heart-broken. Daughters of a distance five years with confiscation. Here thus the rural old woman-Siberian has appeared in ours chernozyomnom a city one-odinyoshenka. At first it like would tear to wave back to Yenisei, but zabojalas. Hatyonka there it has been sold, money was sprayed, and willy-nilly Alain Dmitrievne it was necessary to reconcile to destiny. Yes besides and marusja was not too far from our city, near Urals Mountains so old mother hoped when-never to be going to to the daughter on appointment... Here catching of that intentionally I stretch the foreword to the essence of the story therefore, probably, that for itself up to the end has not understood it, this essence, has not understood sources of fairy tales of grandmother Alains, not absolutely I understand, whence in it, in Alain Dmitrievne, it undertook. At heart the as I could be convinced quite, it was mild and especially not kritikanka. Has lived all integral life in the Siberian village, robila in collective farm teljatnitsej, had the liked husband with whom has lived many years, has buried it for a long time already and the grief has sobbed out, in people tried to see first of all good... 2 I have learnt about fairy tales casually. Dimka in the evenings and in the days off Alyony Dmitrievny quite often directly vanished in a room. Friends-coevals nearby at an entrance have not appeared, so on street of the boy this first year of our life on a new place not very much pulled. It has found the girl-friend in person Alyony Dmitrievny. And to us with Zinoj and is quieter, there is time the affairs to be engaged, for the son of a shower was not ill. However, first myslishka was uneasy: whether the grandmother about the God in conversations with Dimkoj will remember too often? It was then convinced — is not present. In God Alain Dmitrievna did not believe. Believed, probably, during a life. And so — fairy tales. Painfully they have appeared unusual and even wild on hearing, for me personally. However, it is time to an essence. Dimka and earlier something murmured about fairy tales of grandmother Alains, say, she tells them. Fairy tales so fairy tales. Who in the childhood did not listen to them? Dimka we by the five years knew, of course, and Kolobka, both the Red Hat, and the Cat in boots, and all popular heroes of animated cartoons. Itself these fairy tales coherently enough, but, certainly, with unexpected admissions and hilarious inclusions retold, but here products Alyony Dmitrievny in Dimkinom a statement seemed full abracadabra. About any "saleswomen", «faceless people», «thick chiefs», "turns", "buses" and other in the same spirit. Brad! Once on Saturday Zina has come to work. Works involving all hands at them in office happened quite often. I after a breakfast have shown the door Dimku to take a walk in a court yard under the April sun, and itself have sat down for the dissertation. It was given to me with big work, and for a long time, frankly speaking, I would throw it, but then to us decent apartment, as they say, would cease to shine — as though in general in one-room not to ring out... And so, till a dinner we with the son fairly pulled everyone the strap: it missed in a court yard, I — behind a desk, but after a borsch and tea with jam have amicably decided to relax. I have laid down to doze on a sofa, Dimka have gone on a visit to Alain Dmitrievne — it has just returned from odissei on the market and shops. In apartment there was a closeness: in April tyoplyn the boiler-house burnt down completely all fuel saved for a winter — radiators nearly plavilis. All doors in apartment were, naturally, are open. In a somnolence any sticky nightmares seemed to me... Having woken up, I have heard a dialect of the neigbour. At first a uniform word to disassemble it was impossible: bu-bu-bu... Mu-mu... I have started to listen mechanically, and at last, a word by the way, a phrase to a phrase one of fairy tales of grandmother Alains has entered into my consciousness. As it is accepted to name fairy tales on the protagonist I would entitle this so: THE PROXY PERSON — A certain person, kasatik you mine, has been allocated by the enormous powers, — told melodically, is tasty uttering words, grandmother Alain. — such enormous what directly to tell — agromadnymi. To it, for example, if he saw impudently unfair spesivtsa, impudent the grabber, propojtsu bogomerzkogo or another what lost shame and conscience skvernavtsa it was permitted to this proxy person even strelit it there and then on a place extrajudicially. To death and without mercy! There was a proxy person on street, the district of has looked at our life, and its soul from the seen was ill and it has wanted to cry strong to it. And he has seen, smart guy you mine, that else is much malicious inescapable is on the earth, and ljudishek, lost shame and shame, has divorced without the bill on all corners and back streets. Well, appears, our athlete, then in a kerchief embroidered smorknulsja has sighed a little, sleeves on a shirt figured has rolled up to the shoulders mogutnyh and has rushed in fight for a good life and happiness of all people on light. And it has first of all planned an order to guide with trolley buses yes by buses. After all as people as suffer suffer! Happened, the icy cold, a blizzard to bones gnaws, or when in tyoplyn the rain will gush — stand, toil at a column with the tablet stopping, and trolley buses with buses as if the Dragon-gorynych has swallowed, – uniform. And as people will despair, will get exhausted to white kalenija, poopazdyvajut on affairs urgent, look-pogljan, and cars in single file go, yes all not how it is necessary, a number... — Women Alain, — vstrevaet suddenly thin voice Dimki, — and how it — in single file? Is, kasatik you mine jasnoglazenky, appears, the friend for druzhkoj, a trace in a trace, as if gusjata for a goose-mother. Unless did not see? And here has a seat, — continues skazitelnitsa, hardly it is audible tapping with spokes, — the proxy person in the first trolley bus and observes at once horror how much nepoladkov. The driver has got the guy wide, mordatyj, the wheel steering yes tsigarkoj with filtroj twirls to itself smokes. Stops to name does not name and on one old woman silent, harms to nobody made as will cry is indecent: where, say, with copper coins, the hag old, suyos-s - I only for forty copecks of coupons outfit!. Well, I think, bjada-a-a!. That is, that old woman, in a trolley bus, thinks — bjada-a-a! Where forty copecks silver to take, if available is not present? And here this proxy person politely squeezes, the old woman zagorjunivshuju to stand aside asks and molchkom parnjugu that krasnorozhego because of a wheel of the helmsman for shkirku pulls out and on street open space takes out. That yells, the people to crowd the beginnings. I leans zashchitnichek the driver impudent to a wall trolleybus, the paper to it with powers under a nose is put also by a revolver shestistvolnyj from a pocket vynaet. The people has gasped here fair, the big fellow in feet has fallen heavily, the nose zhalostno zahljupal, for hands of the person proxy to catch the beginnings. — Spare! — asks plaintively. — children at my place small and job I very much even value the!. — Well time you value, — the athlete-mólodets severely speaks, — so celebrate business on conscience, on-human work, by rules, and to friends-companions the trolleybus reserve, instead of that I will punish without any repeated pity and razdumev!. — Also has released? — Disappointedly gasps blood-thirsty it is not known in whom Dimka. — it was necessary though single strelnut, to scare for ostrastki! — Probably, children small were regretted by the proxy person, and unless it is possible here then, without anticipation, the person strelit? And it and so has helped. The hearing among drivers trolleybus and bus was quickly carried: there is supposedly a person with a paper, will badly go — at once will shoot. And such, kasatik you mine, the speed on transport has gone — ljubo-was expensively! All began to go in akkurat, people have ceased to get exhausted, for service to be late, the world and rest was established in a city this fantastic. People have started to thank the proxy person and to offer it different gifts, but he at all and flatly refused. Therefore as was highly fair and pure thoughts... And the following feat, kasatik you my clear-eyed, have made it here what. Have come to it from the people, began to be stung: have overcome supposedly pjanchugi, life to the world do not give, pohabnichajut. (I involuntarily screw up the face.) Well, good, was going to, means, our proxy person and has gone not at the other end of the world, not in tridesjatoe the state, and to the nearest wine to shop. And uvidal it there a picture vile and ugly, such indecent, that became it, the good fellow perfect, very much on a shower smurno and is sad. The lost shape and shame human pined in turn behind green wine ljud. Osoblivo a vile kind the women who have indulged in drinkable indecent passion defiled the nature-mother. The proxy person as there is one of them at doors of rascally shop, clothes on her dirty, rasshche-pe-e-erilas-s-sja-a-a (My God sees, I even shudder) and kanjuchit at muzhiks-drunkards that they have passed it to a counter desired... Alain Dmitrievna becomes silent, and I vjave represent, as her lips in a fastidious smile screw up the face, I hear, how she heavy sighs, probably, pressed down by realism of the story. It was necessary to rise and interrupt, probably, these sentimental conversations, but there was a laziness, and it became already interesting to me to learn, with what in such a way its fantastic hero will cope with with what to the state not under force. Dimku, apparently, it too interests very much. — Well, women Alain how it has deduced them, drunkards? — Difficultly, trudnenko to it has had, o-ho-ho-o-o... Besides strelit all is how much it was necessary to the people to ruin? More, podi, than for war yes at Stalin poubivalosja also has disappeared. To admonish pituhov is not present to a reason, they are deaf to reasons and ugovarivanijam. In prisons to plant — there will be no besides, kasatik you mine, any prisons and casemates stone... — And them to Siberia it was necessary! Siberia big, — reasonably notices Dimka. — I-i-i, milaj, tried so, yes nichegoshenki did not leave. Was, was, yes bylyom not poroslo. Someone very clever gramotej zapridumal once, godkov to twenty volume to catch across all Moscow-mother pjanchug zabubennyh yes to us to their Siberia and vytolkat vzashej. So they, milok you mine, these parasites most, have defiled places our light — though the mother-repku sing, and in capital hailstones-city the new have arisen, have divorced and have bred... Yes about that conversation should be conducted naosobitsu, another time. And on this case the proxy person of that has thought up. He has ordered everywhere at all fusel factories and factories this villain bitter to spill in simple banks dim, a label on them to mould as soot black and opposite, and on a label to paint a skull white dried up, bones under it vnakladku and largely to anticipate an inscription: a pier — poison deadly. Also what you think? Turns wine were at once reduced, porastajali. Who to you if not absolutely zabuldyzhnik and shame the dropped person, begins vodka damned of banks with a skull to sup? Or that more — sparkling? Fastidiously! But, certainly, remained and takovskie, that all it at all. nichegoshenki it it is not terrible and it is not dreadful. Take and drink, take and drink. That it a head dead on a label when they guzzle polish, kerosene sup, tarakani poisons water razvodjut yes zamesto cockroaches inside to themselves pour everyones. Has gone namednis to hozmagu, give, I ask, that medicine, that glasses to burning to shine it is good so clears. No, answer, the grandma, all were drunk by drunks damned, excuse, My God, for a word malicious, yes the fair. Well and so, listen, Mitrij-Dimitry, further. Has dared then the proxy person at the most extreme, rasposlednee means. He has forgotten about pity, has inflamed itself with anger just and the decree has published the strict: to put the price for vodka accursed on a ten-kopeck coin for a large bottle, on pjatachku for chekushechku, and on any cognacs yes wines overseas — on pjatialtynnomu, it, appears, on fifteen all copecks. That here has begun-o-! Have rushed all pjanchugi with the ostatnimi copper coins in shops wine, banks with skulls have started to suffice, have begun to drink up, as if dogs, vodka greedy and without uderzhku, and all at once, kasatik you mine, have burnt down, have died and have disappeared... Also what you think? Cleanliness such surprising appeared in that city, such cultural and joyful life. Shops wine soon to close has had as superfluous and that even memory of their harmful being to destroy, posnosili those shops under a root tractors powerful, and on places released fountains have made a large number, and flew in those fountains of a stream foamy of water sweet aerated yes from juice grape and mandarinovyh — substitute a vessel what-any yes drink however you want on health and pleasure. Here such sweet life has gone, kasatik you my clear-eyed. — And beer? Beer too has absolutely disappeared? — Quite seriously asks it is disturbing my sonny. — the daddy after all beer likes. He of infections can drink six bottles already. Without a respite! I saw!. Lines s that! Here stervets, dishonours the father native!. No, it is necessary to rise resolutely... — Beer? Beer, that... Not vodka, it is possible and to leave Beer it is sensitive, — unexpectedly easily agrees Alain Dmitrievna. I with simplification lean back on divannuju a pillow and almost aloud udovletvorenno I ascertain: — That! The fairy tale proceeds. — Well, kasatik you mine, here is how further business developed. Has learnt all people about force unknown the proxy person, has believed in it, vozradovalsja. Now, ask the athlete, undertake, it is lovely-friend, for the heaviest heroism: clear you our earth of the harmful, corroded parasites-chiefs. I will rescue from them absolutely already is not present — of the people do not think, about simple people of a shower them is not ill, and under myself row, summer residences yes to themselves belokamennye build palaces, by cars state yes the own are unrolled also by thick backs shake. And still, the people to the proxy person shout, we in turn behind the dog sausage for two hours toil, and chiefs of the soldering from caviar rare yes sausages smoked is direct on the house receive! The proxy person has burnt here, was angry once again and questions severely: — And kakojnyj from chiefs in a city it most from most zaevshihsja? And the people on that reply it: — So our new the most important partejnyj the secretary who recently still was the chairman of the Executive Committee of the City Soviet of People's Deputies. It and the chairman was useless, on the people spat, and as have made it partejnym the chief, and at all to last limit zachvanilsja. It to think it is necessary — it from what a new post of the beginnings? Took and has replaced the mansion president's on apartment even more bourgeois, agromadnuju though a family has inutile, only their three persons. And all it, the people are indignant, in the open become, remorselessly and without fear of human court... 3 Nightmare! It is literally — a nightmare! I almost do not jump up on a sofa, I have a seat, having lowered barefooted a foot on a cool floor. Whence these skazochki. After all it we with the wife somehow one of these days, behind evening tea on kitchen, povozmushchalis, that the former chairman of our Executive Committee of the City Soviet of People's Deputies N only has climbed through in the first secretaries of a city town committee so has there and then changed apartment. It is necessary to tell fairly, we with Zinoj have fine burnt. I remember, Zina even the pig zazhravshajasja »,« burzhuj with the party membership card »used to N words"swine",«. Still, we vegetate on communal flats which year, involuntarily patience will burst... But, chyor-r-rt poberi! Here the granny so the granny, dyshlo to it sideways! Will listen, will listen yes skazochki puts. It is necessary, the satirist what, this of Alain Dmitrievna. Directly Saltykov-ShChedrin in a kerchief!. I few times deliberately cough also an indifferent voice to call: — Dimych? The son prishlepyvaet, it is dissatisfied "chyokaet", all kind showing, that it has, for it wait, at it there terribly interesting affairs. — Dimych, — I speak as I am possible more cheerfully, — here that, for the present «the Children's world» have not closed, have gone, the old man to buy to you a computer shooting gallery — that... — Ur-a-a!. In the evening we with Zinoj have consulted and have solved Alain Dmitrievne while nothing to speak. Zina in general any kriminala in the happened has not seen, and if something to speak to the neigbour, about something to ask it, — about what? Not to tell to our son of a fairy tale? Ridiculously. But in couple of days has occurred here that. I came back from institute home, passed by our domestic children's playground hidden by bushes, and have heard Dimkin a voice. — Yes you know, — tonjusenko he shouted to someone in quick temper of dispute, — yes you know, who my daddy? You do not know? It — a floor-but-moch th a che-lo-century! Has understood? My daddy if you wish to know, can shoot both you, and yours a folder, and any thickest chief. It at once will guide an order! Here! Has eaten?. I have eaten also villages on turned up bench. Having chosen a right moment when we remained in apartment together, I have caught the neigbour on kitchen. — Alain Dmitrievna, — before it in a room I ten trained of minutes a voice, and now it sounded rigidly enough, — I ask to excuse me for strangeness of the request, but to me would be extreme pleasantly if you have agreed not to burden yourselves telling of your fairy tales to my offspring. It... e-e-e... Not absolutely correctly them can apprehend, understand? And in general to what to the child to listen similar, heavy and gloomy for children's mentality to your compositions... Alain Dmitrievna, sitting on taburetochke, all straightened and ironed in a lap pergament hands the faded checkered apron, has then looked at me as it seemed to me, with a smile, with an insulting any indulgent smile and it is mild has told: — It is impossible so it is impossible — your will, smart guy. Against the will of the parental I can not go. Only after all I these skazochki about a life will not tell malchonke — the life will tell. Lives, to it you will not forbid to tell yourself... So! * * * A month later to us, thanks God, have given apartment. And recently I have learnt, that the big amnesty is declared. Daughter Alyony Dmitrievny for certain leaves on freedom. Perhaps, now our former neigbour becomes more cheerful, kinder? That uselessly to be angry? After all if to start to get exhausted, for example, that the family of the secretary of city town committee N lives three together on sixty metres and in the centre, and my family — on twenty four and at the world's end it is possible to get exhausted absolutely and to be bent ahead of time. What to sense? Be angry be not angry... And nevertheless, it is necessary to recognise, composed Alain Dmitrievna harmoniously. It from it you will not take away. It is necessary so to think up — the proxy person!. 1988
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