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	Creature The story 1 I will not palter: heart at me has missed a bit. Still! So all is unexpected, ridiculous. Any on we would wash a place struhnul. And the main thing, I have understood at once: it — not hallucinations, not delirium. Here that the most terrible. Though I, of course, first also tried to convince myself: the pier — was drank up, smart guy, has got into a mess. But I that day not too have much drunk. In the morning of beer three mugs. During the lunchtime a bottle for two with the friend have poured. Then in cafe "Лель" I taki have elicited at Ninki, the barmaids, hundred fifty though kobenilas, a knot, shouted: while, whether see, beer will not sell, in vodka will not trade. Paskuda! With its bread do not feed, allow the person to humiliate. It it with me, with the friend, though also were so, and what it with simple hungover poor fellows gets up? Fie! And so, home I have come quite in norm. Itself remembered. Has warmed up soup. Unpacked to bank brazhki. It I make sour: it is rather weak, has not ripened yet, but to vodka hardly will add degrees. Will go. Has drunk to a circle, soup pohlebal. Supets zhidenky, from canned food, the third day already on a loggia kisnet, but like anything, is it is possible. I after all then when it has begun, have still thought by the way: whether I have poisoned suptsom? pohlebal, ware has rinsed — with it at me strictly: the order in the house what-any should be, differently very easily is definitive in svintusa to turn. An animal to be I do not want. Has strained off even a portion brazhki, has taken in a room, has switched on the TV. The wife with itself is a lot of that a visor, "Horizon" colour too has taken, so to me here this nedokormysh small and colourless remained — "Sapphire". Sparkles, doldonit something and — ladnenko. I have lighted it, an armchair liked have rolled away from a wall, was arranged. I sit, I sip hlyobovo, I look. Any mordatyj the uncle in a tie, with shchetinistoj a hairdress, on a wild boar is similar, impudently convinces: the pier to live better – it is necessary to raise the prices again. Has grinned obscenely, the mug fleshy shines: to starve, companions, it is useful — doctors advise... The bastard! Has switched to the second channel. And here it is strange: the TV set mutters, behind a wall, is audible, water in a bathroom at neighbours murmurs, behind a window children shout and scream, and in a room — silence. As though the beam sound from "Sapphire" falls, from a wall the ray pulses, small waves-shouts because of an open window vsplyoskivajut, and in other space of my apartment — viscous weight of silence. Pressing silence. I continually without need clear the throat, deliberately a snivel, vshohatyvaju ostensibly over a film, gmykaju, and at times even I throw two-three words towards the screen. Lines, it was necessary though Ninku tonight to itself to drag — all a live soul. That there to speak, to one in the evenings toshno... And suddenly I have felt on myself someone's sight. I have just drunk up home-made beer, was pulled to put a mug on a coffee table, have turned away from "Sapphire" and have caught a reflexion of pupils. Someone steadfastly from twilight looked at me. Here here I have grinned and have told to myself: I congratulate, smart guy, — was drank up, has got into a mess. I have tried to save a careless kind, have leant back on an armchair back, have tensely stared in the screen. In vain: I felt all time — someone in an emphasis on me looks. Besides whence from below, almost from a floor. A back have at once tickled murashki. I have distorted shoulders, have sharply turned in that party: two pupils burning in twilight were fixed in me from a corner. I have loudly said in space: — So-so-so! We take themselves in hands. us-po-ka-i-va-em-sja. Three times it is deeply inhaled. And — we watch TV. Three times having inhaled, I was in a pointed manner pulled, is quick podrygal feet and have diligently pasted a sight to shivering studnju the telescreen. Unsuccessfully. A minute later I, not having sustained, was cut — shone points from darkness of a corner drilled me. Chyor-r-rt! I have jumped, having overturned an armchair, have rushed to a wall, have cut a ceiling light. Has turned back: the corner — is empty. Having taken breath, I have stroked through edges jumping heart, once again, already with relief, chertyhnulsja: nerves, lines them pobral! Just right a valerian to start to drink instead of vodka and brazhki. And by the way — to take it would be necessary, for calm. I have not switched off light. Has gone to a little table behind a mug. Also has suddenly solved: give I will look for a wardrobe. Just in case. Between bokovinoj a case and a wall the niche blackened. From above to glance in it with some difficulty: the pipe heating stirs. Below it is bent to the battery, the space — is wider. I have knelt, have palmed off a head under a pipe to the wall, have looked in a niche... — And! Oh!. Having recoiled, I have jumped aside a temple about the damned battery. In eyes has darkened. At a wardrobe sat, having nestled on a floor, any creature. She resembled an is dirty-white cat. Perhaps and really — a cat? But painfully sight comprehended and unnaturally burning, and a muzzle any strange — large, disproportionate to a body, ugly. Seconds ten I, peremogaja a pain in a head, persisted in at the battery. In a brain tjukalo same: delirium... Doors have been closed... Brad! Doors are closed! At last I have come round: ah you a creature! I have jumped, have rushed to a bathroom behind a mop. On run has looked in kitchen: a-a-a, on a loggia the door is open... But after all — the fifth floor!. However, to think and guess while there is no time. Having exposed a mop the handle forward, I was put in a niche — is empty. I have again fallen on chetverenki, have glanced in a narrow crack under a wardrobe. Anybody. Has spread on room perimetre, looking under a bedside table, under a sofa, under a table... Ha, of course, — has seemed! Faugh-u-u... However... He-he! Jokes are bad... I have disconnected still bubnjashchy the TV, have carried a mop into place, a postbit a temple under the crane, have drunk still a mug brazhki and, having laid, have laid down to sleep. Eh, it is good to departure at once in a dream, but — where there. Prickly thoughts zasverbili in a head, did not allow a pain to calm down. Yes-a-a, this creature vile has come in dream to me, clearly, nesprosta — signalchik, zvonochek. I and itself podspudno felt recently: porju hrenovinu so it is short and vzbryknutsja. And to live, brothers you mine, still very much even it would be desirable and it is wished. Yes it is fine, if kuvyrknyoshsja, smart guy, and what, God forbid, if a roof absolutely will move down? On apartment on karachkah you will creep and sljuni to a floor to dismiss... Frankly speaking, I did not expect, that so such any problems will soon begin here. In total half a year as I live one. I dreamt for a long time of this holiday of loneliness. As I hated at times the wife, was ready to kill, apparently. Scandals, scandals, continuous scandals. Especially there were they chronic and hot when I had to leave from former constant service. Not that that poddatym, even with a smell home you will come — squeal, a hullabaloo, tears. In one of evenings the scene left absolutely too ugly. I was only slightly podgazovan, slightly on a platoon. It is intolerable it would be desirable to drink still. At least a drink. I knew: at the wife the champagne bottle is stored in a grist — by New year. I understood: to ask it is useless. The wife sat behind on a sofa, knitted. I — in an armchair, watched TV. And as to spite, showed a film foolish where every minute drink and drink — only stoppers clap. Where at it "shampoo" can be hidden? I pozeval, pohrustel joints. — Well it, it is cinema moronic, I will go better a seagull I will take. And gauging: suddenly blagovernaja I too will light up to tea to have a drink? But it, vorchnuv: «to You all to sup», — has let me go in peace. On kitchen I for bleziru have put with a roar a teapot on a plate and have rushed to rummage on cases. Vainly. Its lines poderi, probably, in a room somewhere zanykala... Stand It, stand it, and — a bathroom? And it is exact, in a case with detergent powders and soap the celebratory bottle was based. Sweating from efforts and fear, I have silently curtailed to it on kitchen a brilliant head, have strained off in a tea cup of sparkling pleasure, a volley zaglotil. Has not had a fit of coughing Nearly. Bystrenko has poured a new portion: more soon, more soon! But the door from a room has already slapped, the kitchen was slightly opened. I have put a bottle under a table, have rushed to the wife, vytolkal it back to a corridor. — Leave from here! Leave, I have told! — What you there do? What you there, the rascal, do? — It has straight off begun to squeal. — a creature you such! How you have dared champagne to take?. I, having squeezed a teeth, held a door. The wife pulled it, beat. And — trah! — corrugated glass has scattered in small tinkling sounds. The person of the wife — terrible, warped. Its fist stained with blood. It, having opened very much a mouth, has raised a howl in a voice. To me to stop, but I have choked with a rage, too have roared, have howled from fury, have seized a heavy bottle from under a table, have threatened... The Wife, having choked with shout, has jumped aside, was covered with a red fist. I zhahnul a large bottle about a table edge. — On-a-a, the silly woman! Choke with the foul wine!. 2 I have understood: to fall asleep here then it will not be possible. Thoughts, press memoirs are good. However, and the delusion does not come to an end. I very much stuck together eyelids, but continued to feel on myself another's persistent sight. I was convinced: anybody in a room is not present. That else it is necessary? No, no, no!-To Th. I — one. Hardly razlepiv eyelashes, I have peered at darkness. Two green small lamps hung over me. Effort of will I have forced itself not to move, have opened eyes in all breadth: shone pupils have not disappeared. It was necessary — eh, has not thought! — curtains to open. In such darkness everything can dream. Trying to move smoothly, I vyprostal the right hand from under a blanket, have brought it for a head, nasharil the floor lamp toggle-switch, have clicked. Creature! When I sleep one, a sofa bed to display there is no sense — spread so. And here now on a towering back of a sofa, it is direct over my person this dirty cat sat, rapaciously peered at me. Its mouth shcherilas absolutely like a dog: just about and it will seize to me a throat. More likely for fear, than osoznanno, I backhand sharahnul a creature the right hand on a muzzle. The animal has jumped aside, klatsnul canines, has curved a back, vspushil a tail. — brys! Pshyol, the swine! I have thrown up a blanket, wished to cover, catch the ugly creature, but it has waved an enormous jump on a bedside table with a radio-gramophone, therefrom — on a coffee table. I have rushed to it, having started tapkom. The cat zyrknul on me a mad sight, siganul on a curtain, has in a flash hung under the ceiling. Straight off I have seized in shtorinu, with a damnation have jerked downwards. The curtain has failed, I hardly have had time to evade. The creature with hissing has jumped on the TV, has not broken nearly, zaelozila on glass by paws. I have kicked it with scope, but have pleased on the screen and have sat down from a pain. "Sapphire" was put in a wall and has heavy crashed down about a floor. My enemy has disappeared without a trace. From below, from neighbours persevering knock was distributed: finish to rustle! I have looked at hours — the half-second night. The head broke up, cracked. Having taken with myself a cologne bottle, I am dense, on a latch have shut a room door. On kitchen I have diluted "Carnation" with water, overcoming a nausea, have pushed in myself a repugnant muddy mix, have filled in from above with home-made beer. Well everything, has come, has reached definitively — cologne has started to guzzle. But like polegchalo. Soon I was disconnected directly on a chair, having dropped a head on a sticky table. Ah you a creature such! A throat to me wanted peregryzt. SHish to you with a horse-radish! I still will be... 3 Next morning, broken and completely the patient, I, trying not to look on corners and not to pay attention to mess in apartment, have put on, have drunk a mug of the to medicines have left. Those days I podrjadilsja to sell the historical novel of the local author. Each book cost nine roubles, from them rublishko — mine. To hours to five evenings I have gained to myself eighteen one rubles. Will suffice. Home to go it would not be desirable. Where to move? Yes in "Lel", of course, there is no place more. In this spat gadjushnike I have vegetated before the closing. Properly vdaril. Has added beer with vodka so, that zakachalo. Here and slavnenko. Still Ninku to take with itself, and no creatures to us are terrible. He-he! We and, when vmazhem, — as creatures. But Ninka me has dumbfounded: — I will not go, and all. — Yes as it you will not go, suchonka you razedakaja? — And here so, I will not go, and everything, promezhdu by all of us it is finished!. Has rested and — in any. I both asked, and threatened, and begged. Even tried there was all as is to explain: say, the creature any in the house was got, it is terrible to me to one. Where there! Ninka as about a creature has heard, definitively, rubbish such, became stubborn. Good, I have spat, streboval at it otkupnuju a bottle on loan, one has trudged. I have first of all glanced houses in a room, have switched on light. The vile creature with a tail sat on to a kind, in the middle of a room, spitefully on me zyrilas. It would be necessary to be frightened, but binge reliably invigorated. I am tasty harknul towards an animal, have imposed it abusively, have left on kitchen. Nahljupal the full glass of vodka, has got a bread top crust, has opened canned food. Now bulknu a volley two hundred fifty and — baj-baj. Let though all underworld here shabash celebrates. I was put to edge of a glass and, throwing back a head all is stronger, has started to involve a warm dreary liquid slowly. Suddenly something heavy and soft has struck me in a nape. Sharp needles of claws have stuck into a forehead. The intolerable pain has pierced a head. I have screamed, have moved, has overturned backwards together with a chair, hrjastnulsja a cinciput about a plinth. There and then having jumped, I have clamped a forehead palms, feeling — the skin is torn off, blood exudes. The cat, having bent by an arch on a table, napruzhinilsja, just about again on me will jump. Heart at me has squeezed: why he at all is not afraid of me? Why?! I, with horror looking at the tousled wild creature, have rummaged around a hand behind myself: than it sadanut? If it once again in me seizes, I will shout at all house. The hand has come across on kastrjulnye covers: they dried on a wall in a special skeleton. Having snatched out bottom, the heaviest, I have started it in a cat. That has evaded, has come off on a floor. I have snatched other enameled disk, have rashly thrown: on! It, rotating, would split a creature in two if would get. But — again by. Ah, you a little? You are not afraid, a reptile? The animal contemptiously considered me. I sgreb two hands a teapot from a plate also have brought down it on a cat: a thunder, a roar, a ring, splashes... The Creature, at last, was dissolved behind a door. Angry knock from below was heard. Yes you have gone! I have fallen on a chair and sat, having fallen asleep, about half an hour, stupidly having stared at a bottle. Has then poured vodka in a palm, has moistened the covered with wounds forehead, has begun to creak teeth. In a bottle lapped still decently. Wished to pour in a glass, but, having surprised itself, has overturned a half-litre bottle over a bowl, has shaken out all to last drop. Has sat still, has thought, has got because of a table a 5-litre jar with the home-made beer rests, too has merged in the water drain. In a bathroom has looked at itself in a mirror: anything to itself — vidok! As if fight has visited. Has climbed under a cold shower, it was rinsed, has not turned blue yet. Continually in a head flashed myslishka: whether to click neighbours to the aid? However, the devil only knows: will send to a mental hospital. Neighbours at me those still types, and love to me do not flare — the wife has tried in due time, has adjusted. Hop has definitively disappeared. The head though hooted, but worked clearly. I have passed in a room, have peered on corners — is empty. Where he can hide? A-a-a, yes here where! At last me has reached. I have driven a coffee table to a wardrobe, on a little table have piled up a chair, have scrambled, have glanced on a mezzanine. Indeed, the cat laid on the upper part. He again behaved somehow strange: laid ordinary, on-cat's, has taken cover a tail, easy, peacefully shchurilsja on me gold chinks of pupils. Still zamurlykal, the rascal, then in general idyll. As if it an hour ago nearly has not scratched to me an eye. I stared at a cat, but neither fear, nor a rage in myself too did not find. Has got tired, probably. Suddenly the thought has whisked in a brain: whether not washing it blagovernaja? And what? It a witch a witch. Has turned back hvostatoj a creature and torments now me, torments... However — delirium. It is time to finish. I have gone down, have brought from kitchen canned food which by miracle any have resisted on a table edge, have palmed off on bank to a cat (or a cat — lines there will disassemble) under a nose. The animal gloomy has looked at me, has indifferently curled up, has calmed down. Why he is not anxious at all? After all I can seize it now and... And what, if toporik to find? Cat as if having guessed my thoughts, has slightly opened one eye: the pier, will suffice nonsenses. — Well and the demon with you, — has wearily told I and has left him alone. Only I have concerned pillows with a head as has failed in dark, bottomless — without dreams — a precipice. 4 The former mother-in-law sincerely was delighted, having seen me on a threshold. It has inspired me. We from it contrary to sayings-jokes the friend on the friend never zlobilis. She rebuked me, happened, for superfluous rjumashku, but — compassionately, with sympathy. And when it was possible to it at fights our family to be present, I wash the party held is more often, the daughter from excessive rage brought to reason. Wives of the house have not appeared — it has gone to a bath. I have recollected: today Sunday — the Divine day. Means — the God in the help. The mother-in-law has started to keep: here wait, tea here has begun to boil, a Russian cabbage soup is warmed up. At a word "Russian cabbage soup" I have swallowed slobbers, but all resolutely undertook the door handle: I will go a meeting. To wait there were no forces. The city bath smoked in the next street. I have risen at a porch and have soon seen the Galina Fadeevnu. She has not noticed me. Steps half-hundred I followed her closely in strange excitement, in any way not finding determination to call. At last has swallowed a clod in a throat. — Galja! She has turned back and — has flashed, has shaken to me. Its person, pink, shining, was children's defenceless without cosmetics, lovely and native. But there and then she has frowned, has frowned, has receded on a step. — That to you? What for it was secured? — Gal, it is not necessary... I ask... I in a serious way... I was invigorated-encouraged with its first reaction, involuntary: I am not indifferent to it? Long, heavy, painful, exhausting that our conversation has turned out. The wife has put the rigid ultimatum: to be treated. As I neither writhed, nor coiled — it was necessary to agree. The mother-in-law in a joyful case it is pleased kolgotilas, treated me solenjami-varenjami and all sentenced: — So it is better, really. A world yes ladkom — it and spravnee. Without vodka where as is more sweet to live... She knew, that spoke: its husband, Galinas the father, has burnt down from drunkenness. 5 — You have got a cat? — The wife with astonishment examined an is dirty-white animal. I too with unpleasant surprise vozzrilsja on a creature, which — here news! — having lifted up a stick a tail, did feeble efforts poteretsja about our feet. At heart I hoped, that this shaggy lines with the advent of the wife will disappear from apartment at all. And here — zdraste to you! — does not make up nearly, poses from itself peace house living creatures. — Yes it was boring to one, — I have murmured. — and here it or it, till now I do not know, has appeared. Through a loggia, whether that, has got. — Through a loggia? — And that you think, cats, know, what bright. — You though would wash it. I have involuntarily hemmed. To wash... Such animal, perhaps, pomoesh. But, as it is amazing, the wife without superfluous conversations has really rinsed a cat (it has appeared nevertheless "muzhik") in a basin with antiflea shampoo. The cat peacefully sniffed and was not scratched. He in general pretended to be now an ordinary house cat. Small, the truth, strangenesses behind it remained. He, for example, did not eat. Absolutely. At least, before our eyes. Also did not spoil. It and to the best, however — irritates. As it: the live being also does not eat? And more: why this creature does not purr, does not mew? Mute, whether that? Yes unless there are cats mute? Brad any! I still few times shuganut tried an animal from apartment, but was quickly receded. The cat instantly ran into fury, was inflated till the monstrous sizes, produced to a jump. It poddatomu it is possible to battle to such wild creature, at sober — knees are rather weak. Lines with it, still peregryzyot at night a throat... Good, somehow all is formed, then, when the life definitively and completely in a normal track will enter. While I tried not to pay attention on shaggy vyrodka, and not to it was: every day it was dragged in club "Optimist" on medical sessions, searched for job, evenings spent at the wife with the mother-in-law. Gale strangenesses of a cat especially did not rush to eyes: she as agreed upon lived while at mother, at home happened occasionally. Time only has by the way asked: — You accustom it to an order? It is necessary at certain o'clock to it a door in a toilet to open. You accustom? — Ha, the scientist to learn … — I was twisted, but, to hush up conversation, have calmed: — I Accustom, I accustom, already has almost accustomed. For myself I like have found the most soothing explanation of strangenesses of a cat: doors on a loggia are always open, he shastaet on street, there both eats, and drinks, and so on. The fifth floor? Such creature — though the tenth. The creature it also is a creature. Especially, when absolutely Even not divine, and — devilish creation. 6 I was knocked down. Has got tired. Hour three I am already wound on a city. It is drizzling. Damned October! I am perfect prodrog. And the main thing that enrages — for nothing I run. In all shops — though a sphere drive. Only swelled up from the idleness, yawning saleswomen. Asked, it was humiliated, did not cry nearly. Well after all is at them under a counter, is, I know. Dogs impudent! Still a voice raise, shout. It is necessary to me one only a small bottle. Though that. Though nasty "Streletsky". Though to port of the smelly. Though... Lines, can, cologne cheap is? I have skipping rushed off in department store. Ha! The French scented water for hundred forty. And at me only — a tchervonets. It is more than spear. And Ninka, a cow sweaty as to spite in holiday has left. Was impatient to it. Where to take? In a tavern quarter it is necessary, moreover — whether you will elicit? And — money, money, money! I have looked at the hours, already six evenings... Stop, children! It is idea. Hours at me decent: the "Flight", eighteen stones, an alarm clock. Such today the price — for two hundreds. I break them from a hand: more soon, more soon! However, the shopkeeper to be, it appears, completely not simply. It would be necessary for grudki to suffice the buyer, and I instead mumble, I redden, I take away a sight. — Stolen, whether chyo? — It is mockingly bent mean bald starikan. My dead woman the mother what I have reached would see. However, it is all will soon come to an end... And here upon me has dawned: it is necessary — in the spirit of time — barter to turn. I have rushed in "Lel". Smenshchitsa Ninki, blurred razmalyovannaja the woman in ringlets, slightly knew me. I have in plain terms put to it under a thick nose hours and mjatyj a tchervonets: the bottle is necessary. Merzavka pomanezhila me, has tormented, but to me to recede there was no place — has asked. Home I trotted. More soon, more soon, already nevmoch. Only Galja it would not be secured. I cannot wait any more, I can not... The cat tousled, furious, sat in a hall. I was not surprised, knew, that so will be. To hell! I from a threshold, not deliberating, shuganul its kick. — Pshyol! It has evaded, has jumped aside away, has powerlessly sparkled a phosphoric sight. — Suffer, tvarjuga! — I have shouted. — now your way all will be, will have fun. I to lock locks did not become, only have thrown with a chain that at once it was possible to guess: I — inside... 7 The CRIMINAL CHRONICLE: This morning in house N 8 along the street Engels the corpse of citizen A.Po to preliminary data is found out, citizen A has been more than a year ago dismissed on reduction. Anywhere did not work, strongly drank. Attempts to be treated for an alcoholism in club "Optimist" of results have not given. About two months ago citizen A from its consent there was vshito in a muscle a means "esperal" (so-called "torpedo"), completely excluding use of alcohol. Vodka became cause of death A also: the emptied bottle rolled near to a corpse. The note of the strange maintenance is found out: «I can not see more than the wild boars, calling to starve!!!», — which assumes the suicide version. It is not excluded, that A was sick of a delirium tremens. On the recorder cartridge rather strange records about any "tvarjah" and the "devils", dictated by a voice are found out also And. And more one detail: on the person and a throat of a corpse there are bloody scratches and grazes. Presumably, it is traces of a cat, which, according to former spouse A, veins last time in apartment. However the cat to find out it was not possible. 1991
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