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	All to kill it is impossible The story 1 Boris cannot pacify an optical sight dagger in any way: hands shiver, breath — pushes, sweat fills in eyes. In an eyepiece strange close trees, columns, cars, people flash. But here the light green wall of a building gets to a sight, the red signboard with gold letters «Administration slips...» And, at last, doors: massive, solid, obkomovskie. Enormous effort of will Boris levels breath, some times, having postponed a rifle, compresses-unclenches fingers of the right hand, again, already firmly, confidently, nestles close to a sight, edifies a barrel on doors. Through pair minutes they open. There is some person — in ties, despite a heat, in jackets, at everyone in a hand a folder or the diplomat. In the group centre one is allocated — well-fad, grey-haired, impressive. The others as though at him: listen to each word, respectfully react to any gesture. All of them, exchanging words, a crowd go to cars. Boris, trying to do it smoothly, conducts a sight behind them. Breath just about will again break. At two "Volg" the group stops. The sight, having danced, rests in Impressive. Boris takes a deep breath, conceals breath and — shoots. At the moment of a shot the sight twitches, and Boris sees, how catches at a shoulder and the person near to Impressive is sharply bent. Lines! Boris shoots once again. And more. Bach! Bach! Bach! After the second shot other person — again not Impressive — jumps up and, having seized for a head, falls backwards. And only the third and fourth bullets hit the mark. Impressive, having dropped a folder, at first it is snatched for the left hand above an elbow, then pulls a head, heavily falls on knees, utykaetsja a forehead in asphalt, overturns sideways. Terrible panic. Cries. Who bends down, who covers a head, in a tetanus who rushes away. Boris looks second over a sight, jumps. One of group, having seen it, tychet a finger, shouts. On a terrace-balcony of the tenth floor of an apartment house the person with a rifle, it is visible, at once is evident. Eh, it was necessary not to jump! Boris rushes downwards on a ladder — one flight, the second, the third... Here and it, the fifth, a floor. The same wide transitive balcony-terrace. Platform. A corridor. Faster, faster! Hardly gets a key to one lock, in another. The rifle stirs. The door swings open. Boris runs in, slams a door, locks — on all turns, covers with a chain, pushes a powerful bolt. U-u-uf! It in exhaustion leans back a back on a door, zakashlivaetsja. Near to a door, on a wall — a mirror. Boris, wiping a scarf a mouth, sees the painful person fitted by a bluish skin with the inflamed eyes and to itself whispers: — All — the end! * * * Boris, having risen on a stool in kitchen, from depth through the door opened on a loggia observes, how in a court yard the hoist engine with a hydraulic arrow uplifts in cradles of two militiamen with automatic machines. At some distance, constrained a cordon, crowd, gapers hoot. Two or three submachine gunners — Boris knows — hold under a sight of a window of its apartment. Before that its whole hour besieged from a corridor — called, shouted in a megaphone, tried to beat out a door. Have replaced tactics only when Boris sadanul two times from a rifle — two through apertures. And here now — storm from a court yard. All: or the sir, or was gone. There is nothing mandrazhirovat! All of them swine! Cradles already level with a loggia. Cops, polusognuvshis, wait, when the arrow will approach them closely, peer from under helmets into a kitchen twilight. Boris, having thrown up to a shoulder a butt, instantly vytselivaet one of them in a shoulder, nervously pulls the doggie. Bach! The militiaman, having waved hands, leans back and, kuvyrknuvshis through a cradle protection, smoothly and hard flies downwards. In crowd — horror shout. — Back! Away! Away, I have told! I Will kill-ju-u-u! Naza-and-hell! — Boris frenziedly squeals. The survived submachine gunner, having writhed, waves desperately a hand: downwards! Downwards! The arrow starts to fall. Boris runs to an entrance door, peers at an eye. Optics — German, shirokougolnaja. The armed people on the right and at the left on a wall are well visible. The door at neighbours is opposite slightly opened on a chain, the curious eye gleams. Boris understands: to resist it is useless. But any wild, force majeure forces it to go obstinate, rage, koryozhit hatred and furiousness: a horse-radish to you, suki! So simply I will not be given! The main thing is made: the sentence completely also is entirely carried out. The court has come true. There is nothing to lose now. Only here — Nadja. What will be with Nadej?. 2 Boris not has understood at once it. That they with Hope are necessary to nobody. That all is lowered on brakes, all quietly. That their business it is given up as a bad job. A fat, mocking, obscene cross. That his wife. The hope, izmyzgana, is crushed, defiled, and the daughter not born, just expected, is killed, destroyed — for simple so, for nothing. Eh, it was necessary to dare, not to go, not to be humiliated at once before the fat corroded wild boars, before them lizobljudami. In Office of Public Prosecutor luscious, sugary gospodinchik, putting hands to a breast, convinced him: — Believe, Boris... e... Sergeevich, and you, and your spouse — you deeply are mistaken: son Evgenie Petrovicha could not participate in it. You perfectly know, the militia has carefully checked up: at it — an incontestable alibi. It in general that day in a city was not. And the present criminals we will necessarily find. Suffer. Boris has convulsively grinned. — For the third month search... — Well, well, not all at once. Business difficult. — And I to you repeat: the wife of the geek of it has learnt at once, how has seen. It a three in the person has remembered all of them. It was it — precisely. — Well, my dear Boris Sergeevich to tell all it is possible, agree. Here there will be, let us assume, a person who will tell: «I precisely saw, how Boris Sergeevich has raped the woman». And? — Aha. Own wife. — Well, well, there are also such cases — husbands of wives own force... Boris has turned pale, has risen. — You what is it speak? You that, scoff? It has jerked a shirt collar, has choked. — It's nothing, that you! — has jumped smoothed, has splashed in a water glass. — that you! Excuse — this conversation have got. Calm down... Cattle! * * * In a lobby of a state building-palace at an input — a table, behind a table — the militiaman. The cop died in the last ditch, as before a gang of recidivists: a bottom-z-zja-a-a! It is not necessary! Not reception day! Boris, the charter to argue with a sentry dog in epaulets, took itself in hands, villages on the second chair from a wall, has rigidly warned: — While it will not accept me — I from here will not leave. The foreman thought minutes ten, puffed, snuffled, but nevertheless undertook phone, covering a tube a palm, has servilely reported: —... Yes, yes, demands... What? I obey! Has attached a tube on the lever, has grumbling filtered to Boris: — Now leave to you, wait. Soon on a ladder the chubby baldish official was turned out from above, has run away downwards. Are you? Evgenie Petrovich are very occupied. They cannot accept you. And hours now, and day today not receptions. — I will not leave, I will not talk yet to it. It is necessary to me of all minutes five, — Boris has resolutely rapped out. The official has tried there was something vjaknut, Boris has firmly interrupted: — I repeat, I need to talk to it on the important business for it. The messenger has evaporated. In two-three minutes phone on a table of the person on duty zazummeril. The foreman, having stood at attention, progavkal: — Is! Has understood! … And on what Boris then hoped? Conversation with Impressive has turned out foolish, unnecessary, nervomotatelnym. Boris during an audience sat having stooped, ustavjas in a carpet, not wishing to contemplate tsiklopicheskih the sizes the T-shaped table, neither Yeltsin's enormous portrait, nor the owner of an immense office. It was necessary to leave, but Boris by inertia, to spite continued tedious dialogue: — Your son with friends has raped my wife, has killed my child... — Stop, eventually! — sharahnul on a table Impressive. Are your nonsense. Even from Moscow came, understood — that still is necessary to you? I understand, at you a grief, but after all and others to understand it is necessary... — Where your son? I wish to talk to it. — I have told: my son in a city is not present, it — is far. And last time I warn: if you do not leave us alone — you have only yourselves to blame. — What, in a mental hospital will hide? — In a mental hospital not in a mental hospital, but measures we will accept. Boris suddenly has floutingly grinned directly in the person Impressive: — And if I measures the tonic, and? That has looked tensely, trying to understand. It is angry-is fastidious has given up as a bad job. — Everything, I do not wish you to listen more! Good-bye. — To svi-yes-th, — it is significant, drawling words, Boris has answered. — that's it: to svi-yes-th! It has risen, having pushed away a chair a foot, has gone to a door, undertook the handle sparkling by bronze, but has suddenly turned back and, through tears, has growled: — Not-on-vi-zhu! Left and backhand sadanul a massive carved door. * * * Some days after that visit to Impressive Boris went thoughtful, discharged, gloomy over a measure. Somehow they sat with Hope in armchairs, with detachment having stared in a gurgling and flickering telebox. Were silent. They from that day now were silent more and more, avoided to meet sights as if the wall — transparent was erected between them, nontight, but viscous, dense. Boris has suddenly risen, has passed on kitchen, has rummaged around on cases, a table box. Left on a loggia, has looked in a box with tools. Where it has got lost? At last has found — a collapsible knife - "belochku" in a leather cover. Has removed cheholchik, has tried a finger an edge. Nasharil in tools oselok, has covered more densely a door on kitchen, has begun to shuffle. From time to time listened — whether there is a Hope? The person at it was concentrated, resolute, malicious. 3 He searched long — some weeks. That the son Impressive as it christened it — the Sonny, in a city was not, Boris has believed. Really, daddy has sent away it from a sin far away. Means, while there were two — Patsanchik and Mordovorot. And that and another he saw only once, already after, but has remembered jackals tightly. Only here their addresses and biographical particulars at it was not available, and it is not necessary to find out them — to be shone is not necessary. It is necessary to do all without noise. Boris, having elicited in holiday before, all day long ransacked on a city — on the market, stadium, pivnushkam, to beaches... Peered at persons of fellows and guys. It is useless. Saturday evening he has come in a city garden. Evening was perfect, Boris has for a moment noticed it, few times has deeply inhaled exciting air — the lilac blossomed. On a summer platform dances were untwisted. Drums and plates rattled, squealed and pipes groaned — the crowd jumped, sweated. Boris wandered round a dance pavilion, looked out. Suddenly — he has heard — behind it one fellow has told to another: — Look, dust changed clothes, whether that? Someone sniffs up. Can — we will presoak? Boris was developed, fixed directly in eyes to the blockhead. That, thin, long, in varyonkah and a vest, zarobel, has forgotten about a cud, has receded for the friend. Boris has shaken to them, having compressed fists, and has suddenly beheld behind their backs Patsanchika. That, pjanenky, it is stupid lybjas, pressed to itself snub-nosed razmalyovannuju the little girl, dragged it on tantsverandu. Boris has not rushed nearly to them, but has restrained, has turned away, has receded in a shade. Two friends, intending to "presoak" it, have for certain accepted it for the loony. All the evening long Boris, keeping in twilight, guarded. Even when shakalyonok, all with the same snub-nosed girl-friend, was made by voyage in a toilet on park edge — spent from afar and there. Dances have come to an end. Extensive fight has flashed. Bustle, zasvistala militia has begun. Boris, watching steadfastly behind the couple, asked the God: only Patsanchik not vstrjal in fight, would not ring out in a lock-up. But that, it is visible, definitively having flaked out, it is obedient trudged behind the passion away. Boris was stolen behind them a trace in a trace. They have curtailed on deserted street absolutely not far from Boris's house. The little girl murmured something, giggled. Patsanchik it is drunk lowed also all reached for her with kisses. Having looked around, Boris has fastened the bottom part a linden dark sharfikom, has overtaken for them, has slapped Patsanchika on a shoulder: — Hey! That has unexpectedly quickly jumped aside, has quailed kudahtnul: — CHevo you? CHyo it is necessary?! Boris has strong caught it for a hand, has strictly told to the grown dumb little girl: — Here that, the girl, me with this sobju to talk it is necessary. Confidentially. Has understood? It was suddenly wrinkled, has sparkled tear, tonenko has raised a howl: — The uncle, release-i-i! Release-i-i! Boris has stamped in its party, in its hand the knife has played. — Well, silently! brys from here and — home. Otherwise is worse to it you will make. The little girl has run off, has gone away, all time looking back, smearing tears on the person. Drunk bravado still the rests in Patsanchike wandered, it through force has hemmed: — You of that, will plunder me? So I — tryoshnik toko and have more not a bit... — Have gone. And only pikni. Boris has palmed off an ominous edge to the eyes of the fellow, has shaken it for a hand, has caused. Patsanchik it is obvious peretruhnul. It sobered with each minute. — pogodi! You chyo? Where you me pryosh? — Be silent! Shut up, I have told! In streets — not a soul. Windows are dark. Time — about two nights. Boris has dragged already obedient, otsepenelogo Patsanchika to the house, from a court yard, has curtailed not into an entrance, and to the left, downwards on a ladder — in a cellar. In a cellar it is light enough — two lanterns flicker. Columns-props stick out. Uncomfortably, gloomy. Having leant Patsanchika to one of props, Boris has dexterously got his hands for a column, has started to pull together with a thin kapron cord, sentencing: — Here and the clear head... To be jerked it is not necessary, will not help. To shout too I do not advise, nobody will hear. A place after all to you, parshivtsu, familiarly? From here shouts it is not audible, isn't that so? Has adhered, has departed away, obtrjas hands, as if after the important tough job. Has pulled down sharfik from the person. Patsanchik, peering, the beginnings, probably, something to remember. Has moved. — Well-with, fine, — Boris has vigorously told. — now also we will talk. Tell, suchonok, to begin with: how to you the wife washing, Hope Nikolaevna, was pleasant? Well, that evening when you, the swine juvenile, after the friends of seniors crawled on it here here, in this cellar. It was pleasant? Perhaps to marry it you want? So I will divorce... Patsanchik could not swallow a clod in a throat in any way — kadychok and jumped: upwards-downwards, upwards-downwards. — However, to marry to you now it is not necessary already on anybody. M-M-yes... You here while are better that tell: where that most healthy from you, Mordovorot to live will desire? And where now your owner, your leader zadripannyj hides? Patsanchik otperhal, has squeezed out from itself: — That healthy, it bratelnik mine srodnyj. It in Suburban wood shchas... It in "Tourist" on boat landing stage ploughs... And that, bratelnik affected, on the sea shchas lives, at relatives in Feodosiya... Boris has thoughtfully examined Patsanchika, something estimating. — Tek-with, tek-with, tek-with... Well... Hope Nikolaevna, I ask, it was pleasant? It not old still, twenty seven only... The Abortion at it has happened, has not died nearly... — The uncle! — has peeped Patsanchik. — Yes I did not want! They have forced me! Boris for an instant has imagined a repugnant scene: Patsanchik, slobbering, going into eyes, it is jerked on Nade... Person Boris zakamenelo, eyes were narrowed. It has ominously slowly come nearer to Patsanchiku closely, has dismissed at it a belt. SHakalyonok has strained, zatarashchilsja: what with it are going to to do? Boris has intercepted belt Patsanchika through a stomach, above trousers, has fastened it densely to a column. Has pulled — suits. Has bent down, has undressed Patsanchika, has rejected shabby krossovki, has pulled together from it socks. Screwing up the face, holding them on flying away, has crumpled, sharp movement has pushed dirty clod Patsanchiku into a mouth. Has pulled down from it a vest, has intercepted it the bottom part of person Patsanchika, as if doing by its colleague-robber, primotal a head to a column. Now the young reptile could move only feet. Boris has unbuttoned to it trousers, has lowered. Has torn off striped pants. Trousers has adhered to a column and feet Patsanchika. Naked, all in pimples for fear and basement dampness, Patsanchik, having approximated eyes, lowed and was jerked. Boris silently has got from pockets, has laid out on a plate, as if in operational, a cologne bottle "Sasha", a handkerchief, a knife - "belochku". Has opened it, has struck on an edge a nail, udovletvorenno has hemmed. Has come nearer to a column, has pathetically told: — I have decided you to pardon. Has understood? At first I wanted all of you, mrazej, to destroy. You, geeks, it is impossible to leave to live. Well here... But then I have recollected, on your happiness, that at us even the state our mean does not execute minors. Therefore I have solved you very much and it is very easy to punish. Softly. Take heart, smart guy, take heart. Thank the Lord of the God that is live you will remain. Speaking last words, Boris has unscrewed a cologne lid, has plentifully moistened with it a scarf, has carefully wiped a knife blade. Has splashed cologne on a hand, has washed up palms. Has approached to Patsanchiku. Has bent down. And — has made sekatelnoe movement. — Here so! Patsanchik has rushed, has screamed deafly, has howled, has then become soft, has hung on putah. Boris, having moistened a scarf cologne, has put it to a fresh wound. Has quickly pulled out a lace from krossovki Patsanchika, has imposed a plait, has looked a bottle at light, has poured out the rests of a burning liquid to the place of "operation". Has rejected an empty vessel, has fastidiously wiped hands from blood a sharfikom-mask. Has carefully examined itself at dim light of basement lanterns. While Boris released Patsanchika, pulled on it pants, stacked on the earth, having enclosed under a head krossovki and trousers, that all floated in poluzabyti. Boris has sat is sensitive nearby, having a rest, has then taken out from a pocket a tiny vial with sal ammoniac, has palmed off Patsanchiku to nostrils. That was wrinkled, pomotal by a head, has slightly opened eyes. For about a minute looked moronically upwards, it was cut on Boris — it was threw up and with groan has seized for a groin. Its person perekorezhilos. — A S-bough! CHyo you with me have made? I will kill, a reptile! Boris has squeezed it to the earth, the knife end has picked up for a chin. — No, I you will kill it, the mongrel! J.Ponjal? Rejoice, that it is live remained. And without women many people on the earth live and — anything. Hope Nikolaevnu remember now to a tomb... And — seriously I speak — if to whom you will tell, or for me to hunt will begin — I will kill at once. To me now to lose there is nothing. I have become obsolete the... 4 Suburban wood. Summer in a heat. Greens violence. A breeze, dozhdinki. Evening. The sun has already lain down on crones of the remote trees, preparing unyrnut at night. On the bank of the river — trepyhanie cosy kosterka. Nearby — kompashka fishermen. Solid uncles, ases, threw up marching glasses, made a din, overturned, having a snack ushitsej and shish kebabs. At kosterka fussed, served male pigs Mordovorot. Business to see, habitual: to the Sonny served, now — to it. It has already fairly taken and now inattentively vshohatyval, vstreval in bedlam, at times muttered something of type: — We there as are able... Not shish kebabs — a fairy tale, your mother! Taku ushitsu – podi try sgondobi, the horse-radish chyo will turn out... From bushes for kompashkoj Boris observed. Nearby, on a grass — the diplomat. Boris pined in an ambush three hours — has got tired, has sweated, flies and mosquitoes have got. Pjanka inflamed, as a fire. One of rybarej has risen, being unsteady, has defiled to bushes, has started up a smelly stream almost on Boris. It skukozhilsja, screwing up the face, having swallowed breath, has waited. — E-eh, it is pleasant on the native mother-nature possat! — zaregotal the drunk hog, has clasped trousers, has returned to shish kebabs. At a fire amicably pohrjukali, had a laugh. Pigs! Suddenly behind the back of Boris spiteful grumble was distributed. He has turned back — the experienced dog, nervously pulled an upper lip, sparkled canines. Boris has slapped by the ground a palm, whisper has hushed: — TSyts! TSyts! The dog has grumbled more loudly. From a fire has reached: — Sh-sh-sh... The Animal any, hear? -Yes throw you! What there an animal — a dog... Boris silently has rested a sight against a dog, has started to press. The animal grumbled even seconds ten, has then closed a mouth as in an emphasis it was fixed in the person: who of whom? At last, the dog has not sustained, has receded, has disappeared. At a fire continued on this theme: — To go to look — who there? — Yes the mad will suffice you, suddenly? As will snatch for a thigh... — Indeed, and so subordinates mad for eyes call... Soon the feast on a nature bosom has faded. One behind another the fishers loaded on a throat have trudged to "Tourist" — its high roof looked out because of trees. One of podsvinkov has pulled Mordovorota with itself: — Pshli... Pshli, a drag... At me there a game... konjachok... — SHCHas, shchas, the benefactor, certainly. Konjachok is a thing. Only here kosterok I will fill in, and those heads will abuse. You go, go, I shchas in a trice will jump up. Mordovorot there was one. Boris has taken out from the diplomat tourist toporik, has released from a cover. With toporikom in a hand has crept up on-plastunski to the edge of bushes. Mordovorot stood to it a back, stretched, playing back hillocks. Then rassuponilsja, has started to splash on a fire. Boris, having half-risen, has made one silent short step, the second, has raised toporik... Suddenly Mordovorot, having grunted: «Yes well it to yo... Mothers! Will suffice!», — it was clasped, has picked up an empty bucket, a bag with ware and at a tort has rushed off upwards on a track. Boris, having squeezed toporishche, has spitted out, long looked to it following... * * * It was necessary to arrange a new ambush next day. The blessing, parties raged ashore, to see, ezhevecherne. This time also went for a drive on a boat. Then kazanku have extended a nose on berezhok, have dissolved a fire. Mordovorot it is again bright kochegaril and cooked, on a freebie continually overturned stoparik, hohmil — amused the company. Boris patiently waited in bushes on the observation post. When too has worn out to look at guzzling and drinking merry fellows, has got from a case a sandwich with cheese, has washed down from a flask with cold tea. The scientist has become: the day before hardly with a saliva has not choked. As soon as the company has started to disperse, Boris, already napereves with toporikom, has risen in a rack – as if was made to jerk on a hundred-metre race. Mordovorot, fussing, has shouted: — You go, go, and I shchas will drive away a boat. I the moment: kosterok I will fill in, lodochku I will sail away and — I will come running. There was one. Has seized a bucket, has gone down to the river. Has put a bucket near to a boat. Has sat down on hunkers, cherpnul water palms, has splashed on the person, otfyrknulsja. Boris has on tiptoe crept to the bull closely. That, widely having dissolved hands, shaking drops from fingers, has started to rise. During this instant Boris has backhand gasped it obushkom in shchetinistoe a cinciput. And at once — other time. In the same place. The skull has crackled. Mordovorot it continued to be straightened, has in a slowed-up way turned back, lifting the left paw to a head, has looked vypucheno at Boris, has stepped to it, it was pulled by the spread wide hand... Boris has moved back, having compressed an axe both hands. Fingers — porcelain. Before eyes — bloody circles. Has stumbled, has not sat down nearly. Having made a step, the second on vzgorok, Mordovorot has lost balance, has shaken, has begun to wheeze, starting up a mouth pink bubbles, and has backwards overturned in water. Its feet remained ashore. Boris, having thrown toporik, has hardly got rid of a body, as if a heavy log, in the river. It, rocking, has floated on slow night water to a dam. The bubble blew up over water a shirt. Boris, pletmi having lowered hands, spent a sight a corpse. Has thought suddenly, has pushed a boat following. Took toporik, having sat down on hunkers, exactly, as before Mordovorot and on the same place, has begun to wash it. Boris with concentration rubbed-ottiral obushok fingers, but has suddenly jumped, has swung and has thrown toporik very much., how a tomahawk, somersaulting, has whistled to other coast and, having sparkled in beams of the full moon, bulknul in water. Suddenly Boris has scented someone's sight, in alarm has turned back: from bushes that shaggy dog steadfastly looked at it green shone pupils. Boris, nervously rummaging, has groped underfoot a weighty wet bough, has thrown. — TSyts, the swine! The creature, spitefully klatsnuv canines, was dissolved in night. Dark silence proburavil groaning terrible howl. 5 Feodosiya. Boris was unsteady the third day on a southern city, on its beaches and restaurants. Only eyes have got tired. And here, when it exhausted, sat in "Astoria", drank dry wine, inertly chewed a rubber steak, — the Sonny with two maidens was drew. The waiter in a trice has covered with it a little table — champagne, cognac, snack, fruit. The life holiday has begun to seethe. Boris in half an hour has not sustained, has jumped, has gone to their little table, already undertook was for a free chair — already the Sonny has thrown up on it intoxicated watery eyes, — but Boris has come round, has walked by, to a rack. The healthy thickset forehead was soon connected to the Sonny with otorvami. The problem became complicated. Boris, having reserved still fault and coffee, did not lower all the evening long from them eyes. As he hated the Sonny, its nasty red beard, its buttered thick lips and a shrill impudent voice. Then Boris, stealthily, was dragged behind them on abrupt small streets of Feodosiya to the sea. Those razduharilis, have started bathing by naked child. To Boris it was necessary to keep on almost absolutely deserted beach at some distance. To kompashke the sonny two patrolmen serzhantika have become attached, noise-din has risen. Eventually sonnies and maids were covered, have got out in a city, have stopped a wheelbarrow. Boris has rushed to the traveller to a private trader, has braked. — Behind that taxi, please! — It will be expensive, — the driver, the young severe guy with the interrupted boxing nose has filtered. — How much will be. Have gone! When rushed already in the country, the become cheerful private trader has grinned: — What, the friend, the little girl have withdrawn? — Have withdrawn, — Boris has chilly muttered. — do not lag behind, please. And — as lines has played a dirty trick: "zhigulyonok" has moved, has wagged, has lost speed. The driver davanul on brakes, in hearts smaterilsja: a back left wheel — in a flat cake. The wheelbarrow has disappeared behind turn. — E-eh! — it is pejorative, Boris has angrily dropped, has got money, has thrown on a seat. Has slapped a door and, it is angry otplevyvajas, has walked back in a city. The Crimean fragrant night blossomed around, ringed, but Boris did not notice absolutely it. * * * Hours five evenings. Wild beach near Feodosiya. The people on him have not enough. Everything, by itself, — in what mother has given birth: both men, and women, both old men, and children. The sea reminded glass — a dead calm. Far-far from coast, almost at horizon, the inflatable mattress drifted. On him — the Sonny. In its hand — the started bottle of "cracker". From time to time it it is lazy brought wine to lips, involved pair of drinks from a neck. And again for a long time faded in an immovability. «It is time!» — Boris, grazing the victim has solved the fourth hour. It has entered into water away from a beach, has floated in the high sea. On its person — a mask, standing — lasty. It has crept to the Sonny from horizon, under water, only from a respiratory tube ran up silent burunchiki. However, in vain it was reinsured: the Sonny has dozed off strong. Boris was tried on and, quickly having looked around, has seized the languid Sonny the right hand for a chin, left — for temechko, jerky has turned out, krutanul a head, has overturned it in water. An instant, the second the Sonny fluttered, snatched out of hands, but, greedy having taken bitter water, has become soft, and already nothing could rescue it. All has come to an end. Boris, keeping for a mattress, has attentively looked round. There was a yacht, absolutely nearby. To it has seemed — in its party field-glass eyepieces shine. All — has burnt down!. But the yacht with a scarlet sail, having sliped by, has directed further, in the high sea. Having wiped tired eyes, Boris has adjusted breath, has pulled a mask, has bitten a tube mouthpiece, has shipped the person in water. In a sirenevo-violet haze of depth rocked drooped, raskorjachennoe a body of the Sonny. Boris with alarm has suddenly understood: instead of fear, horror, disgust at the sight of a handwork of the in its shower the pleasure, content, gloating moves... Here to you and – not uby! Boris has floated again to horizon, has rounded off the big arch, left on the very brink of a wild beach where naked, free from obstacles of shame nudists serenely basked in the sun. Boris — on their background white as the dead person — has sat down at an edge of the sea and long fiercely rubbed and rubbed-ottiral hand sand. Why there is no calmness in a shower?. 6 The thought on last sentence has flown to it in the inflamed brain when it turned on the top shelf in a train «Simferopol — Moscow». Fellow travellers below made a din, clinked glasses, loudly supped, jingled on a guitar and poisoned jokes — Boris did not notice them. The nasty dream has dreamt it: a cellar, it Nadja — naked, tormented, beaten. A small group lybjashchihsja drunk villains. Boris is adhered to a column, in a mouth at it kljap from another's smelly socks. To prevent dogs, interrupt a painful sick scene it cannot and growls, howls from a grief, hatred and powerlessness. And suddenly — the most sickening — he sees: instead of the Sonny the Hope is forced by his father, Impressive. It in a jacket, in a tie, but without trousers. He fidgets on wife Boris, reeling jellylike fat back, and grunts from voluptuousness... Boris has regained consciousness all in sticky prickly sweat. Recollected, hard thought, solved and — has sentenced: up to the end! Under a root! * * * The train from Moscow in its native city departed late at night. Boris wandered of half-day on the Riga market — to a capital belly. In benches with pseudo-overseas rags, naked calendar maidens, knizhonkami about space prostitutes and cognacs-shnapsami hot children of caucasus stuck out basically. Boris long chose, to what of them to be risen. At last at one shopkeeper missing in the motley bench, he, having lowered a voice, has asked hoarsely: — Hear, road, prompt: "gun" is necessary to me. Speak, here it is possible to buy... — E-e, ara, zachem such razgavory? Prahadi by, ne meshaj to work. Boris, having sighed, has turned to a door. The seller has called: — E, ara, and chego tebe nada? Boris, having started, in a trice has returned; — And what is? — Well, esli hochesh — pistalet Makarava adin I will find. Tolka doraga. — You know, it would be desirable for me a rifle with an optical sight. From apart to get. I, whether know, on a wild boar I wish to hunt... — Menja ne kasaetsja, on kavo you budesh ahotitsja. Menshe znaesh — luchshe spysh. Skolka you will give for a rifle? — N-n-n... And how much it is necessary? — Five you will give? — Thousand?! — E-e, ara, zachem the little fool sebja you put? — It agree, agree, — Boris has hasty interrupted a merchant. — tomorrow during same time I will bring money. Well? — It is fine. Tolka consider: each cartridge — desjat rublej, and explosive — twenty... Boris has jerked on mail. Thanks God, has had time to phone Nade on job. — Yes, yes, it's OK. Nadja, then all I will explain, Nadja, then, at home. And now — urgently left by telegraph on Glavpochtampt five thousand. What? Three and a half? Nadja, well take from mother, find. Urgently! Nadja — it is urgent!. From mail has rushed off on station, has changed the ticket. And all night long, all night long rushed about, rushed about on enormous halls Paveletsky, thought, doubted, afraid — will not be in time, it will not turn out, cannot... He strong hoped, that from Feodosiya the message will be late: relatives, of course, will search for the Sonny against the stop, some days before will dare to inform the father... He should be in time!. 7 Boris peers at an eye: in a corridor considerably any movement — cops gesticulate, confer. What have they conceived? For a second so sharply pricks in a breast: My God, though it would be a dream! Though this nightmare would come to an end! So it would be desirable to live!. At this moment razdutoe, the person of the moustached major bent by optics is turned out sideways, skosobochennyj the mouth swings open: — Do not shoot! Hey, do not shoot! Here your wife! All of us leave a corridor — all to uniform! Let in the wife! Let in your wife! And the truth, Boris sees: the corridor becomes empty, the last, what for on tiptoe, the major leaves. Clatter, easy familiar knock of heels is heard. Nadja! Boris hesitates. The wife nestles close faced to a crack between a box and a door. — Bor! Borja! It — I. Be not afraid, all of them have left. Open. Open a door. Boris silently costs even painful ten seconds. Eh, it would be not necessary, it is not necessary!. Unlocks locks, wrings out a bolt, throws off a chain. Having slightly opened a door, jerky vdyorgivaet Hope, immediately looks out — whether far enemies? It is again locked on all locks. Costs, silently looks at the wife. In a hand — a rifle. The pocket is bulged, will delay — there cartridges. Nadja, having opened eyes, it is looked-peers in its mad pupils, throws the arms round a neck, hugs, groans: — Boris! Borja, what you with yourself have made?! At Boris the person is bent, eyes darken, he slamyvaetsja and a falsetto, a whining voice screams at once: Are they, they that with us have made, and? N-N-N-N!. Boris flings away a rifle on a box for footwear, convulsively embraces the wife, hides the person and in a voice sobs... Embraces last, last, last, become all neistovee, more hotly. Suddenly Boris, having stopped, finds lips Nadi, sobbing, passionately kisses. And more. And more. She tries to be discharged, interrupt in the beginning a kiss, but in an instant itself already answers caresses, pristanyvaet, whispers incoherent half-forgotten words. They already lose reason. They already on a floor, on a mat. They love each other as if for the first time — convulsively, madly, delightfully. Boris in the feverous I go all repeats-repeats: — Nadja! Nadenka! Liked mine! My unique! Live without you I can not!. From a shoe box directly on them the black bottomless pupil of a barrel as if the rifle spies upon sacrament of love stares, guards, waits for the hour... * * * Boris already sits in an armchair, in a room. Nadja faces to it in a lap, embraces. — Borja, the exit is not present — open a door. Open, I beg! Understand, understand: all to kill it is impossible. All to kill it is impossible! You and so have already revenged... How much it is possible? You of the innocent beginnings to kill... — All of them are guilty, — Boris gloomy mutters. — Not everything, Bor, not all. At the militiaman, me have told, the wife and two daughters remained... Borja, well what for you?. Boris, having squeaked teeth, lows, as from a toothache, pushes away the wife. — Well as you do not understand: they will destroy me now! They cannot excuse me... — Yes is not present, no, Bor, no! — Nadja it suffices for hands, murmurs. — the chief of militia firmly promised to me, that you will pardon. Will give some years and — all. I will move to that city where you will be. I on appointments will go... Borja, leave to them, I beg! — Nadja, well you think: they have much helped us? Have well protected? Perhaps they have found and has punished also your tyrants? Murderers of our daughter?. And? And now you believe them? Yes for one wild boar obkomovskogo to me — a tower, execution... — Borja, Borja, a lie! After all you are not simple so killed! Borja, he promised to me!. — Good, Nad, good, — Boris rises, lifts the wife from knees, firmly, rigidly speaks: — Here that, go to them and tell: I will leave exactly in ten minutes. Exactly through ten. Want a little more on freedom to stay. One. Start up to a door do not approach — I will shoot differently. Let wait in the end of a corridor. And more: necessarily tell — let automatic machines and pistols will clean. Then I at a door will leave a rifle. Has understood? Well — go. Boris draws to itself Nadju, greedy, painfully kisses on the mouth, pushes away, implicitly, sharply orders: — Go! He sees off the wife to a door, looks in an eye, unlocks. — Go! The wife plunges into its sight, Boris is ready to it: its eyes are empty, cold, impenetrable. Nadja wipes tears, mechanically shakes up a hairdress before a mirror. — Everything, I go. It closes a door for the wife. Takes a rifle. Costs, having closed the eyes, two-three minutes. Ineptly, it is widely christened. And — looks in a bottomless hole of a barrel. In black emptiness... 1994
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