The curse of the microreon street went out of Ovräg, extensive and empty, lying huge uneven inquiry. He could be adopted by the sophisticated Karer, but no, the ground notching here was not there, it was suitable for nature. Around this city that blossomed in his time the wisers of the Great Communism Communism, the Earth was passive and overwhelmed with tens of kilometers, here they were driving a gigantine dam for electric turbines, built a huge aluminum zata, a timber-critical complex, to ten other major zakov, but also here Where the studies of the untouched Earth are. One of them was this OvrAg, who was sophisticated among clay propeliners of Olhi's ardigious bushes, an osiennik Da Khapizh. The city on both sides by a semicircle approached him and wasted. Na Third, on the south side, where the sun was opposite to the microreon, a sharp throat stretched into the mountain, near the city, beaten, with cess-in marks and dashed, but still lively, alive, green and in winter and summer.
In previous years, COGD was still attempts to prey the life, with a cluster crash of OvrAga, where Microreyon, built a sports trift for jumping skiing. And jumped, springfully chosen in the air, and flew to the bird height curved on the figures, nailed by the Ski, and, landing, blasting the snow and had a long time under a slope. Na Triplelin from all over the city was gathered, there were noisy, fun and bitty. Then, COGDA LIFE OPEN SERVICE RANE, TRAPLINLY SALE, AND MEDICAL FERMA IT NOW TORCHED GOL AND DEAD, KAK Skeleton.
How far is nearous Traplinn across the road, in the first entrance of a long fivety house, which makes a swivel bend along with the road, deaf at night it was the third eight way. In the city night light no one to surprise. But this one has all the huge house was Dark, all he drowned in the midst of the night, mixed with Mrakom Tuma, and Two lonely glowing windows, hardly piercing through the tuman, nothing but anxiety, could not arouse. To this moment, everyone is silent, and at this time without trouble or illness will not raise.
A woman's female figure with a uncoated head spoke out of Tumana, a pretexting house, a look still a look at Na Window, with an effort to rose on the dignitary steps to the razorvoy entrance and climbing the stairs. The door to the entrance was Sorvan, the light inside was not burning, they would have come across. He opened a non-read door to the kartwist, after fresh cold air pulled the nose, sniffing, and, having passed past the door of the door, entered the second commission, dropped a darkened Dark Jacket of NA A narrow extended couch, standing by the door of the vessel. As if in a short minute, a serious intermittent moan of Zaskulil in themselves, the mouth of his mouth, so that they did not hear.
In the first, in the major coat, there was a mortitage, it was at sixty her, but not about Maida, who had a light of the light and a few choir, a lot of Women's Muzhikov, Women, Not ONA Zalela, Nikogda, not condescending To myself, a, strong, to everything accustomed, did not need her strength to trigger to stronger severity of the approaching day. OA and NA street went out to make it easier to ease her, this weight, and only more and more soon. It didn't make air, there was nothing to breathe.
I starred this woman. The name, as well as clothes, is changing to facilitate a person, to match the variables in it. There was a pallium with a fine taled and shiny glases; Then, entering the Verst, in Zause, in stack - PAY; Then one person first spied - you can. As Familia. Tak and stumbled, sometimes it does not know, the name is or Familia. "It sounds satisfying. And you will be satisfied with Saham," he said that the person who died her in the prank.
In the evening, the evening pushing home late, already in the dark, reached the tenth of Chas. Going to the city, Ona is not able to help. But he did not lose and dwell into his dining room, and the girls had a good job in the evening. Special service - this CHADA will take a dining room for the event. It was an event, you didn't have a preservative, as he would listen to toast. Therefore, the unexpected Organization, walked and sadly, and modestly, but I had to mess around with dishes almost to the end, Po did not suffer ice cream. Girls and she was thrown in the dust of the ice cream komk. Girls - in the habit, in the ladies, Cogd, they really died with girls, half of them are already in danger. In the bag, the pumiders also went to the picket with a pilaf, surrounded from the soot in the boiler. I had to be wrong and this. Pumping myself constantly in my humiliated position, it is brought to briefly that OA and in the dining room continues to walk the radies. But it is unbelievable. All my life, a break-shopping in the canteens and for almost ten years, a breaking in this, the last, he is bored without her, the nickname could not fall away from the "ADA", and they all crossed themselves and cramps, Zara and Pap among stoves and boilers, thick and Aspirations of food, which beyond the body, several choices of na legs. In the canteen on OA spill past the entire labor journey from the dishwasher. The path in the Operations. In the two years, among the eightecients, - as well as, and two year, already with a pension, - dishwasher. The month did not have it. The tablet was the fodder place, the youth and young people, and the psyts are completely stared to disable legs. Girls would still stand in her, but they are expecting them to say. The owner of the dining room was stunned by Kazbeck, a flexible, piercing the body of a young man from kaverztsev with a shrill Glaza Naous bird face. The case went to the reception and restructuring to the restaurant - and Togda in the city, except for ZAVodski, will not be a single dining room.
Girl was a house, Cogda Pasheta returned. His granddaughter with her, having met since September in a pedagered school. But Native Children did not have, Ona Brall Receiving Daughter, Cogd Vicious Family; The granddaughter from the reception, relatives and not relatives, without blood proximity. Her, anfisa, groan in the ZAA in the Lespromkhozovskaya village, two hundred kilometers from the city, tam and beholded, having lost her husband. In the pigeon, I saw a rapidly, but not to mention, then I didn't have a bad. But it's amazing: the more he is taken from the reception room Maotherhood, the more na it was like. It becomes outwardly sluggish, but with a hardharter, it takes the same word in the sense of words, for the same shy. And there is a silence, only the husband left, the anfisa drowned, who hesitated her with two major guys. There is a gentlemanship that, offended by her misfortune, Anfisa PA This is a similarity that he is not loved in herself, not loved and her.
But the girl Pasha would have forgiven her though more. The fact that OA has given a student of a stained test. With her as good-nickered life. That is why children are needed in the family. It would be a ripple on an ice cream that walked from someone else's table, would be a hurry to go home so that it would not have done? Not an ice cream, he negle her, and his tender soul, arranged rudely, his lady, who could not attend himself.
Tanka was with a girlfriend from a good entrance in the same house. A girlfriend, named Sonya, well SHILA, and the friendship is not disturbed by a friend. OA handed the ice cream girlfriend, and those from the delight of the zaevizzyli.
- Babel, where are you taken? - Shipsya tanka. - Where are you?
"Ukrala is," smiling at the beginning and went to Matteries, which focused on the door.
He will be returned soon, asked for testing:
- Are you doing so?
- Soon soon. We had Sony.
- To be laundering, well?
- Well done. He sleeps.
Pastely in the kitchen and, highlighting from there, waiting, Cogd Girls will reach ice cream. And - Read the girlfriend:
- You will not be able to take over the afternoon?
- Babushka, thanks? - Surprised Tanka. - I do not want Nikuda to go.
- Naido! - Roughly worried her pash. - One person came from the Baby village, I have a never go to put it. Vrala - and vrala? - With a fright, or what?
"I can be floor," Tanka takes.
- No, go! Go away, Tatiana ... I'll still be very much. Will your parents wake up? "He did not make his girlfriend, a harmful."
- No, no, they will not.
And watched unrequisite, how the girls are frightened and hurriedly. The door of Tanka hurts hurt:
- snapped ice cream, then go ...
- Ca! - I would like a stack and looked away from my girlfriend. - Day keys. Do not come without me. I will be in the evening. Are you all understood?
Aksinya Egorovna quietly, in a dream. There was no glaza to zappa. It is not necessary, this is not the life of it, that on the last month and does not know, it lives or does not live. Oskowing the body, dried, with a bloodless yellow face, with hands in the sagging skin, similar to the refigured ladders, he lay in the blood in the blatment in the smaller and most often pleased. Sonya-lae raised her to the table, led to the kitchen, the fact that he had a dust, but he was only a free wrinkle in response, which came out before a smile, spoke quietly and helpfully in a thicken voice and hesitate to do in root. These exits honored her torment, and her washed alone, stared to bring food into bed. Ela He So for Pomel, no longer experienced the need for food that he had warm in it from day to day.
And here it is attended. There are a wide big hand of Glaudil to be mounted, quickly cooled head, according to the cheeks, according to the desalted chin and duma, the duma ... Ona and Saama, gradually, gradually, it will be in the mummy and no longer be able to take a sorrow. There was something that had to happen. But, he expects it to him, as he didn't smallely with him, he was not prepared for him. Nothing in her was ready to meet the Master Death. Not vrasked and everything is done. Therefore, it was long delayed by the trouble that he wakes his daughter with his death that he had enough and would still be accomplished in this convenient expectation. However, nothing will be accomplished. And it is limply by the dayless figure, doing only the necessary necessary movements. And to get ready for something, to warn something to me.
Not the death of Maida, there is no one, no, there is a serious and pretty, that now has now with death, then how to block two-day farewell to the endless forgiveness. But after forgiveness - nine, sortsicles, cladding, year ... There are fittings, stronger than the Zaka, Kalendar and ritales of the wires. In the city of Living, there is a none of services, prize, in essence, the light, in which people who conquer the road are taped. The dead does not have to read the dead, Po does not evaluate the death certificate. According to this testimony, it will be taken to the morgue, the latter, the latter and humiliated in death, will be taken from Schlanga water, stuck in the clothes brought; According to this testimony, the coffin will pick up a coffin, will cover it on one of the paragraphs of the inside and will apply under the body; According to the same testimony, the Claudbit will make the grave in which the dead is of the dead that it is funerals that the neighbors do not have any funerals ... and everywhere. In the morgue, it is not possible, you can not carry, and the whole is not a mining. Tam Million Zaplei and Tam Million with half a million, and only half a milliona and seven more raza half a million. No matter what happens. But there is a deposit of money? She does not have them in the tenth, nor in the hundredth of the lobe. Where will it take them?
But that's not all. To be prescribed by the urban cladbish, there is no registration in a city in a city. And Aksinyi Egorovna was not her. Ona did not have to do it here. Paste, how to bring it three times, brought it to the wintering; One to her eighty-four years old to pay and frighten himself in the village was unbearable. But only Heat Sunzhenichko and the Los Lena, Aksinha Egorov, Druzhno, is observed. It was impossible to keep it with noise, soon, soon, I would soon be the will of the nonsense calendar prison, it's easier to climb your thresholds, it's impossible to hide my spirit with my spirit, and at least a buckle to call, Da for notophate native trail. Now, the arrival of PA Materials, it is not possible not to see that Mother's identity is destined to return, but it would have allowed Aksinya Egorova himself from the village to discharge! Da and how can you be able to discharge it if the village continued to stand under the sky, no longer standing under stately?! There was no collective farm, nor the state farm, nor the village council, nor Magazin, nor the Medpuncture, nor School - everything was taken by unknotely Kuda with new orders. They let go of the village of Na full, the Rais Will, Na Sorrow, removed the premissions of centuries, straightened from all the clamps - Gulia Na all four sides! Want - declare their own states, you want to go under the arm of Kitaia. There was no suda in the summer of a solid roadway, but in the winter, it was snowing for the snow, which is not to break through and tankam. The men were argued in tayge, broals in Lena fish - they lived. And drank, drank ...
Earth, land here. From this will, and it is not necessary that the god looked, made a wonder and achieved that the collective farm lands would divert in the utility farming of a large lady-tentary zakaja ... But I didn't pull the factory and off-road. Before the new owner - Buma. Bam Togda in its strength could arouse the moon, not the fact that Lena expanses. The technique struck in the village, the brick was lucky, began to build a new farm and a vegetable shop, but the shore was postponed, the local gods were smelled by Bam. What under this host does not live?! And no one suspected, including the owner, which can be flew into the pit in the previous months. Nothing is needed - neither the construction of the road nor the subsidiary economy; Frequently rushed in collapse with the Great Construction, a village Kuda to go? From the ground, with the will, unnecessary, thrown - Hello on the Lena shore and waits, less and less sober up with unaccustomed to freedom, who would take care to bring bread? ..
Thus, from behind the village of Naudo was to be taken over. I saw it. OA and Cobar Her Na Anyway, so that it was possible not to persuade ... But then there is an empty, causing registration, in good state to gain? It must have been necessary to go to the Raion, and this is in the hard side, they had to go downstream to the railway. Da and Cogd It happened if you go to go, what did you go and managed?
Pastely sat and sat near Motheria, as if advised to do it, now what to do, how to be, a hand, everything is dragged to touch. A little in life was accounted for Aksini Egorovna Laidis from his daughter. In the eighteentity, it was convarmed by the construction of it - and why? - Singing Da to Kaamba to jaw cheerful, bold and voracious builders of communism. Maida is rarely rare and, Sunón the hotel, drazed it to the noise, to the noise and Gem, which is no longer able to do, in the hostel, do not understand, male or female, which has been closer to the native house. For almost ten years, then in the hostel, then in Baard, for the same cheerful and cold. The kartira contradicted the RMAntika, and CHDA, after years and years, there were stale, they did, they laid, and it should be, first of all, children. And there were no children. Her god has an intern. In such a penny, "Nautually Morning Paras in Angara, in Angara," families could only hold the guys. There is a certain way, it is not clear that I went out, with my first husband, with a habian concrete concrete from the salary detachment (NA, the construction of Brigades, Classes, grades, detachments), a wife with girls, only after three years a dream was the explorer, There is a lot of people with a lot of themselves, with which there was a non-kartira from Barka. This was helped by the reception of a four-year-old girl, taken from the shelter. But do not rot the kartira's overall of her pash. And I understand that she does not have their children, it is necessary to build a future of the backup. The explosive made a man with a caustic, navel, they quarreled, and he was surprised, Cogd, hearing in a commission to explore dance for the kittel's neighboring construction, he did not return.
So what to do?
Somewhere we saw the signers, who argued with the nucleation of the Round Chaca. Ondet or two? All sooner. Everything will raise everything. Pastely came to the hallway and saw himself in the mirror. Tyu, the mirror is not zaka! Here Tuya So Tyu! But before it is to be able to be, ona, he peered into himself: a wide, dye face, unpromained Spegie's hair, which were Cogd something black to Glaza's Glaza, the top of the upper lip, as well as the inner junk. OA Na Nikogd was not a kiss, but was kind, it is helpful to people, and Eto Dobrota in vuls and outlined all the features of the face, doing it attractive. And in the vary, there was a Milovoidna with the glitter of large karih glaz and with the help of the HA High forehead with hair, with a sensually outpermined lower lip. It is difficult to believe that for another ten years, the body was noted without any kind and diet and diet. Girls in the dining room widowed: "You, pushing, breathe breathe, mouth, from the inside of discouraging the figure so that it is zaigulya."
Its sequence can be adopted by a strongly drinking, dropped, lost himself. But in vodka, there is no okulya. Such a Ryumku-two COGDA in the future, and without pleasure. And what lost yourself - DA, lost. Alone, this happens quickly. A person cannot only be needed by himself, he is choosing a common business, general organism, and COGD, this living organism is declared useless, they walked all his orges to exist inside their function they are not able.
Leaving Na Street, Chair himself, Na Pervasya - Kuda, in the way the road to go, how to get around the passerby, Kuda to post the leg to enter the bus, but it is only the need to have a job with himself, the Glaza was gaining inside, in darkness and pain.
Mattering to the village to take it on the winter in the warmth, he did not care for the usual one in the alone Aksinyi Egorovna, who was sitting not in the Blood, A na with a porch under the sun: "Well, you then so?" Aksinha Egorovna is responsible:
- Sit and put.
Glaza her was dry, he was put in herself. It is for all sore and moan in the flour, which is already being used to be familiar. There was nothing to console her. Aksinya Egorovna would not understand the consolation. Not everywhere, it is not for all member now in her blood, but the pain, continuing life, taking a cell.
Lord, but how would it just be now in the village! How to close to the house to the house! They would demolish Axinhu Egorovna on the hands, put the spaciously among their rustic, and the whole rite would be dear to parents, but not by the walking on the Mukam, on predator-diagnosticam, who had a death. It would have been the sky to be laid as Axigni Egorovnaya, a worker and striking, and the forest would like to wave a thread, and the breath of wind, sweeping stringly, it would be to bow in a farewell worship.
But something has already stated with incoherent scrolls in the limited way of conceiving, something chose in his walls. In the Maaterina Comnt the High Sundouquer (this rustic origin has made a singer to the chest) with rags of Aksinyi Egorovna and the newly labeled na, and crucially laid in the transparent polyethylene pages. Introducts it on a dark brown velvet woven with a black twisted belt, she, with a dweller, was not allowed to be purchased. It possessed Matteries when it was not necessary for himself that none of the lifetimes could rise to him. And Togda Aksinha Egorovna laid: it is for death. It is not necessary for the existence of this point - and here it is, in pursuing the will of the deceased, she under his hands ... There was all the good: thin woolen stockings, the pigs, how to keep them, - something like soft low booties with Fur donut, dark wrapping, the bottom ... Maine is ready for death. At eighty-four, it is not ready to prepare! .. But folded and raised, it was not enough, in close and clear premonition - as well as possible. Involuntarily, it is not necessary to simulate that the first thing you can do. No, it will not be taken to anyone, I will wash out Saham. Although it does not seem to be in charge. God will forgive. God seems to have to forgive her much.
Without a milder forty years in this city, a look around - no one nearby. No one to her even occasionally take away the soul, nor to whom. Pastely now and not know why it happens that a person is alone. In his youth, it would be that for this you need to be too unlikely or proud, not to have a warmth in the soul to those with whom life reduces. Now everything is different, to judge everything about everything. Sahama is guilty, according to Harakter, or this is the fate of all those who go into worship - she did not want to grow in it, Da and, greasy, could not be in force. Since the bears, in the winter morning, it was rare on the burgrels and rarely aligns, only if necessary. In a common fault, in general, evil is hiding in the Glaza. Involuntarily hid and those who read themselves guilty and who does not read.
Rarely rarely reconciled his youth. It was too far and unreasonable. It will only meet if a vague-know-minded face and the search for him to make the years, Cogd He knows here everyone and everyone knows it. I would have given myself at that time to someone to mine a boilers, this huge calane womb, where all thundered, glowed, was boiling and spinning? And the rose, passing the boiler, could you mined the table with the left bank at the entrance to it? The table was working around the clock - and the whole boiler, hundreds and thousands of people, fed to these. They swam and floated with trays past, hungry, cheerful, impatient, and only heard: "Pasha, customize your girls, let them not be laughing!", "Pasha, who knows why the double portion is in one tank", " PAY, - Someone alone screams louder than everyone. Drawn, as agreed, Da?! " OA has time to get in the kitchen, has time to respond and resemble this huge agile wave so that TA will replenish it in time in order to make a dream after four or five choices. COGD was broken by the Anga and the prophety cubes flew into the spanging, proper to perpetuate this event, it was one of the cubes of the blue cask, under the color of the Anga water, her name was derived. Someone led one (he knows who), but as a general opinion. Years and years he spoiled in the expense of the factory, friendly gatherings, hikes, draws, in gods constantly stood noise lifting and fun, the heart beat excitedly, making a common mighty rhythm, and, in a rustic zakulya, he has a row, knowing And answer bold.
But, I will pose in the general vortex stream, it, on, only he did not want to ask, it was so cooled with him.
It was not a move from the village of Hydraulic builders to the city, Kuda Na change of rebellious and overwhelmed nomadic youth was gathered settled and duplicate Naudes - operators. Komochev urged her yet, the next construction site. The rejuvenating fruits were attended, they were called Mare, die, deficit and, how and everywhere where there was a preferential, tipped and napped poisoned minds. Their settlement was temporary - before the preparation of Staga, to the official elevation, and for the South, where the house was erected, or in the capital, Kuda flew away from the selection circle after the altitude. By the time CJDA was further evident, in which it exceeds the majority of construction, in the city from the highly intelligent "golden" society, and his preservatives did not care who did not care.
The city gradually acquired another wave. NA cheap electricity was performed by a large aluminum large in the world, the world's largest forest complex was loaded cellulose. From Fluoro Na dozens and hundreds of the verso around the Church, from methylimkapta, they walked to the vehicle kartirax, zakopantsi, gaps and all sooned in a stumbled cache. Through two years after that, the hydrostation is for a current, the city has exceeded one of the solar health. The city of the future was built, A built a slowly acting gaseous chamber in the open sky. Lodge went to the dams of protest, these protests, how and everywhere, were used to getting staring, but the new one came - and with themselves the protests stopped, because the new way is the most faithful way to deal with discontent: not to do one better, more worse, A relaxed without a fierce, and Togd in the hunt of the sideways of bread, having an animal in the animal of eating any life, people will make sure that there is a fad, as clean air and cleaning water.
But it was later. Later and the kartwist of its own in the city, in a good house, changed the NA MICROORYON: PUBLED IN THE CITY in the city from Aruple emissions from the memory of the booths to the fact that it is put in place, not in the power to embroider. Microreyon was built aside, it was believed - that it was cleaner. But it was not at all at all, or there will be so much that it could not be felt. Alternatively, the rags are lard by a great damage, which was settled, but the rapid waste of three months. In the microrean, you can bring a winter in the winter. And somewhere far-dry, as in another life, it was one that he had a girl, taken from the shelter, that after the inspirational youth had to naughty Maidi Sideways: well, kindergarten, then school, replaced during the girl's disease, Unbeatable roots in the city in search, then milk, then ledge, then warm clothes. With lonely sincere women, youth will fly quickly - and now it has already been to want that everything is smaller and less thanks, everything is longer than the unreasonable look and all deserted and fleeting days. It was not staring at the bright circle of friends, did not stumbled bright prodents, intoxicating the attainances ... that it happened to happen from grace. All this is even as if it was before, it was before it with ropped doors, but no one would like them, as well, but didn't want to punish.
From one surprise it could not free themselves: as what happened here, it turned out what is ...
Pastely brought in the mason of water, there is a Mahron Towel and the reaches of Mete Donaga. There were turns-to find, it was a flour, did not get the body before the end, the body was fucked in the lower back with a dry crunch - as if the bones were broken. But it was still to wash, turning with the side of Na side, was to dress up, raising. Naked naked body with a naked body and hurriedly stepped out.
Lord, what does he do?! It was possible, it was not, but the afternoon of stabs, so that they were waved and accomplished the rite as it should be! .. But he did not know where to ask these stories. Wash the signs, girlfriends in stroke, as well as prepared for this role, and Aksinyi, Egorovna was not, there was no one here, without leaving the kartira, did not know. There was no nearby and in the psyche, but to go to the city, however, the women with whom it was lost to knowing, did not want.
But the solar global: if the hands of the hands will wash, then all the good will have to do with other people's hands. No, there is no one to make your heart so that it is not fearful, but will help yourself. And it is not possible to check out that she has no other way out.
Matteries are completely bad monthly monthly a member. Before that, he went to the table and with a desig as a smile, Cogd her nailed. All Water Water - Water is not so, as in Lena, something is shifted. It was timidly timidly, there is no letter from the village.
- From whom do you expect a letter? - I have not been smoking, but her voice was rude, as a procuing; Changes, the shapeless figure is stunned, and the latter changes. This voice is might.
- Who is a thread, appear, nap. I will ask Lisa to naapple. How to unsubscribe without a letter, which is taiting.
- Nobody, not, not donate. Do not wait.
I could not overpower myself: "Mama" did not avail.
It is a monthly monthly monthly naza, already when tanking, influenza and zarazla might. Ta completely reappear, it was necessary for it. Two weeks fed it from the spoon. The body was dryed, burst into the dice and made easy. At this time, Aksinha Egorova in the village and the village did not have a porous, which was not good, and with Liza, a village neighbor, who had her prospector about a cow, about a very drinking son-in-law, about his grandchildren ... I remember them all. Prevised, as living, about the dead. And her voice in her rospeted with Liza was stumbled stronger, and it was not enough from the depths, and the face was presented - no, the village, the village was constantly with her of her mind, the village of OA only and breathe.
On the last week, OA again, albeit with great difficulty, the strangement of the legs must be underwent, entered into the instant. But already silent - I didn't want to talk about anything, everything was silent in it. Death was quietly and invalid (a pages read, that it he deals in life), I stayed for a long time, almost damaged, I lay my back upwards with a melikine peer.
In a dream and pushing the last sigh.
Paste was wrapped, it was helping and with it. Rather, not washed, a wet washed with a wet towel. The skin is no longer the cassette, the body is permanent, the body would not have something from the inside, the excessive worn. And then, Cogd Dress, leaving the body, feel, how it sick.
But before it is to dress in farewell clothes, you have enough rest again. In our new movement required more and more determination and strength. But this is just not. But he persistent Po almost insensitive, without striking, with a shock and deafness, causing himself: upstanding ... not a daughter, it's a trouble with a watery, but a nonsense and a soulless event that the creature takes place. She was still staring for her devastation: is it still a person else? And it was staring, and it was necessary to fulfill this insensitiousness to catch.
There is a predicted, solemn, with arms crossed with hands, with robbed hair under a dark wet, asked under the chin. The garters were together and elongated, plenty of navels. In such a rest, it was her face, as if not a single one, the smelly affairs of the uncompressed OA was not toast.
Before the morning, I don't have anything, I am easy to make a break, especially the legs that will have to be taped without greed. And for some reason, the GLAZA was removed, as if he had a bright light.
He is pollen, must be with cho, not lying around and this is saving forces. And a quarter of the chase up to six picked up, postva Chaynik. She was worthwhile to have time before, as well as well. And yelling. Eid of the NAOO was in the railway settlement of thirty kilometers from the city, but in the city trait; In the same way, the city did not do the city with their own feature, being frantic and having to create an ugly, shapeless. NA ATBUSA OA will reach the train, a for electricity. Must have time. It will not work out, OA will be released to the first ATBUS. But if everyone does not have time, it does not want a house - it will be aware of it. It is impossible to revrove with anything.
I just got so stated.
He went to that comfort, who first nazed her pushed, who said that he was trying to be, such, it was enough to be that you feel satisfying it, calmly. And he knew her. Eight years in a row, both lonely, bathed with life, they warmed with each other. That he arrived to him, he is to her. It was necessary: \u200b\u200beverything worthy of the ladies was fine, recent years only looked and humiliated her. Ona and the relationship with Porvala because she was ashamed to keep themselves, the patient, who also "Za Dam". They met now quite rarely; Raz or Two in the year on the bump of good heart, he disadvantaged, removed to reoperse her, reproaching Za Zalessness, and left, he seen, resonated.
Stas on him to himself, a before him - Stas Nikolaevich. NAVSEGDA he acted for her by a man of another circle - an obrosown, multipitious, colorant occasionally into a pleasant order, so that nothing neither in his clothes, nor in speech, nor in behavior. He did not have a dispatch with a dispatch, his voice was drawn through the loudspeaker devoted - and Night without Creek. Then how the engineer raised aluminum zAvart. He has a dream, which he loved himself very much, his glaza, he had a gloomy during the descent of elaborate on the mountain river, Kuda he called her, hesitating him, except a three-year-old son, an invalid feeling of guilt. Son had to consume to their parents in Ryazan; He, learned, former and poisoned. And the Naud Woman, he went with his nerd, almost went to drink, but he left and moved from the city to this attraction village, bought a small wooden house here and, already after placing his retirement, thrashed in the joinery.
In addition to Stasa, there was no one person who would have anyone who could trust.
OA has gone to ATBUS in the dark, called the raw stinking tum. Shlo to the isanovka and bilk in the cauldron. Before what the mines they can do Aruple emissions to the tuman - as if it was not a bit, but they are here for nothing. But without indignation I remembered about them. They and they were not sophisticated, although it was shown openly that they were creating a chaconney, now they didn't exceed the celestial in the celestialists, they can only gain themselves to gain themselves in the priest gods, which are a piece of bread. And it says it all. And not to them, as everything around, charged, and to his unhealthy, to his sin. PA sins are not available.
Warly pushed into it: something was so true in the bus. But as pushed: God's challenge, you can not give the Na's carcass, but to help her, let her legs come down. But the train was free. Pashet is rummaged in the ladder and exhaled with difficulty that today Sabbath, the day for the lower thick Nahoda is nervous. It was possible and not to hurry. Today it's naed their pedals, which give money, all sorts of "kummersanta", how to avoid Aksinya Egorovna, Da Bainkira. But they come out later and in bush do not go.
Pasheta did not remember whether it is studying on Saturday Tanka.
In half the eighth, Na Rasvete, Cogd has a little bit on the tuman, it is suitable for the house of Stasa with two windows in the alley. Za winds standing darkness. Does it fall out or no house? OA did not see him for him; He had a phone, but she did not come to mind to call. And Cogd would call you? Still half did not pass, the deposit was saved; It damages that. And these half-nights had to Night. Decisions that have not taken ona were not a result of thoughts, not the signers, sending to the brain and convicted with the response, it was necessary, noted by it - no one, talking and silent, not a signail, but would like something at the right moment from cortexed heart and sent it.
At eight, without waiting from the windows of the Sveta from the hydrostation, which they with Stas were built, called call. No, no wonder it was built: the light flashed. Stage opened without oklika. Following Za Him, half agencies, there is nothing to do anything, he passed into the house, dropped a jacket and easily remove the legs from under the severity.
They were sitting in a kitchen, in a naked, without stuffing, the window of which, the cradles of Muha, flew Tumana's cosmas, stuck in black and sharp winds of the apple tree, and could have seen with a guide on the left side and the firewood cloud. Everything was diverted by raw autumn night and stood sadly. Radious painful light.
Pavitsa Dorous to Chai, saw and saw. Stasted so much already. He was in a stroit fur shruck, a mike, strong hands went with force. Perevikova Cavoda Konforka Electric stoves in the corner, a nearby, near the door, crackled in the oven live fire. In wooden houses, everything has seated together - and staring, and new. In front of the furnace went into the kitchen, a zade in the only and spacious comments.
The death of Maother's death, but about the silent, he had arrived, silently, expecting the right moment. Shaking it among the rare transportation, anxiously opposing the window: time went. Time went, and nothing is done, a latter day I have not taken a car with a cargo. So good before it happened with Stas! OA seems to be immersed in another, unrealistic life, which is staring, where everything brightened to her, everything brought comforted, and then the coast comes from warm waters with cold security. Here, in these walls, OA, he caused, and after being constantly the same, who did not lose their seriousness, Syda comes a meeting with her, here replenished their mental souls. And he just worked these meetings, led her, coming, sweat towards living in the expense of the factory.
And now it's not to ask her here.
There is a na parida to be: the same person. I kept still straight and therefore it was high, all the same briefly string a gray big head. Next to her, he looked at least Kuda, and he would have made it, leaving him from him, choosing the ceases from the inevitably appeared the feeling of greediness and squeamishness. But in it even deeper wrinkles in an overly, courageously blinded face with a volitional chin - broke down and did not emphasize, and rather crossed the masculinity, the life lost the goal. And the name of the survey broke into the Glazah, which flashed unexpectedly and brightly, as well as he knew how to read. Glasa watched stalenically and patiently.
It was notogd to pull. Paste, how and on the ground went with a hard guide, and here moves to the goal without subtleties. Nothing that could be subordinate to the request, to soften it, did not have it, ona asked a nappy:
"You, Stas Nikiaevich, don't make a coffin?"
- Coffin? "It was impossible to understand whether he was surprised. But I looked at her with a long pretty look, it was a mug with a mug with a mug. Don't make a coffin? They pretended: The dead man, and the coffin. Razva not so?
He left: so. And it was not necessary for what I had already begun. Skazala with a development, while having words:
- I, Stas Nikolaevich, I will be buried to bury. Without them. I have nothing to go to them.
He involuntarily crossed on the same reprimand, Dae the word:
- Without them, expensive, Tuda will not be por. This is not a village. Heart to make, liver, spleen, soul ... Now everyone is bought, but go to them.
- No one will buy my liver-spleen. I would sell ... - and with reparation I will be given: - I lie, do not trade. And I will not sell, and I will not go to them.
"Many have nothing to go with that, not you have one," he continued, not convinced, but looking for a way out that could be suggested. - But they are collected. Now Tak and bury: with the world for a penny. We collect and you. You have relatives, friends, knowing ...
- I'm alone.
- Everyone has. You do not inspire your pride. Not that happened.
- Do you have relatives, friends? - He asked, the ultimate "pride". - What are you silent, Stas Nikolaevich? Are you now? And how many they were seemed near you! Do not razeli water to a coffin board! To many you will go, so that your feet carry?
- The legs of the nails do not carry for another reason. You will use ...
Pastely interrupted it. Na her, a naughty, noted, with a pile of offense, humiliation, bewilderment and bitterness, which were unrequited in the chest, firing her, had an evil inspiration - then, who does not endure pain, but only her will do.
- What's the point here?! - Overa interrupted. - What is it right, stated Nikolaevich? I'm not staring with you not necessary, and all around, everything! The time was not allowed, all through the earth was kept than lived ... nothing was stated. Meet the signatures - Glaza hide, do not up. Naida was able to wrap up all the same, then these orders without shame and without conscience. We are all over and hide the GLAZA, I do not unsubscribe each other - ashamed ... the shame of the NAS from stained times has begun. Everyone received voluntarily, I did not move with the poultry ... and they were taken. Now shame. And we did not know what will be ashamed. "He has grown out and turned sharply, seeing that he drives the right to the side where only the heart is noted. - DOW! - He is lit. - If you ask, shook - they will do. Those will tell who has nothing to do. From the last. Well, I have a lot of PLATINS, maybe a hundred thousand. And I need a hundred times a hundred. No, I will not speak my tongue - come and ask. And what else to ask - not know.
Carefully nappy:
- You have a daughter there.
"The daughter is rustling to me," the deeply puffed paze. - And he lives with a silent in the last rage. Girl comes to study. Lives one, without a man. This is my relatives. There is a good, but it hinds that I know her badly. Maida has four, alive I am ONDA. Everything is not normal true, Stas Nikiaevich?
- Do not piss. Kuda Your hardness is giving?
- Troats with me. And then a lot. With her worse. OA is not for theft, not for rowing, I will soon be in the angle zagonit.
Tuma rose, the light of the window was stumbled more, but he washed gray, tired. Pushed the wind. Jablocka is tomiling for longing, faster thanks for more blacks and Koriyi and screamed the winds on the glass that it was hurt to watch it. Nicknote Could Nonsense in the winter crawling in the winter, Nicak did not have a dry frost, so that it was snowing. All too much.
"But the Earth, Godla God, forbid," Pasumala Pashe. And again she shone it with a navigating day: nothing on Po does not finish. And Para, Para ...
- Well, I will make a coffin, "I didn't care - and you are with him? What? In a reason, under dirty stub? This is all needed!
Paste and nodded here: it would be necessary ... But it would not be necessary.
- I have not yet been changing you. "And, speaking, I watched him for him, without diverting the GLAZ." He mentioned the hardness - here is OA, hardness. - I will not need anything to me, Stas Nikolaevich. NAS will not have evidence of death, because there was no registration. And here, it is not necessary to achieve ... PA money can now be achieved. - I did Pauzu, saying that I could not achieve it. And repeated: - I need a coffin, Stas Nikolaevich. I will slander the grave.
- NA ZA is a wasteland forest. The place is dry. And from me is not flee.
Na Stasa it produced a letter. He rose, Zavis with a table with long hands.
- But this is not a funeral, you can. It's too - to be! .. - He will restrain, did not stop continue.
"To be," he burns.
- Take and press?! You are with the mind of Soshla, you can! After all, you have a Russian life man. And you - to start!
He switched to NA whisper. Na whisper rattling.
- Dae God so that you are not used, Stas Nikolaevich. And we are lying. I and NA zaaryaty bang. - And returned: not about her now. - If there is a coffin, everything is so good, I will make SAMA.
- Ka-AK? He reached. - You're all thoughtful, but how? How are you lucky, you will beat the earth? The same, it is not, cached ... in the city! Tame city, people! All this is necessary to remove, pushing. To pull! This is a person, you can watch, a not soba! "And she remembered one more with it:" You can't want to say goodbye to people. "
- With her there is no one forgive. - I watched the window of Kuda something in the window, feeling, in the glase napless tears. But no, it's not because it is not for nothing. - I wondered her wonderful place that no one would know her here. Ona and NA street almost did not go. - Shake the pash. - Lady, Staas Nichaevich, no - there is no. I'll keep you the latter. I don't have money, there is nothing ... But if it were ... know, I gave me: everything would be necessary to deal with it.
"You were not sideways," he answered frowning.
- Oh, I was, I was, Stas Nikolaevich! Razve now to do! "And I knocked out all the zaaps, the tears were poured, and, without having time to put his hands, knocking on the table head, it is serious in the rods, who discarded a stupid necrissive scream.
Stasy walked nearby, glared her on the head, on Pegogo-colored hazardous hair, left the dream of Molchha chick, feeling, with Kaku's helpless blindness in the hands and glaza. And now, now, with their experience and the mind, she walked that expensive, which was silent, stem, where there may be impassable places. They were everywhere from the lach to the end.
Pastely, I will calm yourself and raised my head. He asked:
- Cogd you wanted to do it?
Ona is not stalled, poning that it wakes it up.
- Zauttra Sunday. People will sit will.
- Da because of the usual one for the third day? ..
What was explained? Everything is across the usual, it will have to answer everything. Paste after the tears of the factory even more. Stasy moved to a host and someone called.
"Seraga," he said to the phone. - Come to me. I really need you. DAYA-DAY, SERGA, BATTY I WOULD YOU WOULD YOU. Come on.
There is a packaged to the house, Cogda Zametheilka, who was standing in a remote, among the tea topols, which the house was tortured from the road. In a blue jacket with a folded kappy, with uncovered linen hair, as is particularly pure and sadly fed-smiling in the day, on the day, he roamed here, must be. She walked. Pastely adubthly, the spellishness was incurred by the approaching girl.
- I chewed you - not to appear before the evening! What do you do here?
Tanka silent, quickly and with a fear of breathing on the sickness and glowing glaza.
- Was there in school? - School has a school. Da to her, Male, to school would also go, but not in the zakowing, where they just do not ignore.
- And who will spit your "no"? - In the School, ZA has a massachable lesson and Za, the deuce was injected - all men's thousands. Ushinsky and Sukhomlinsky, who pretended their famous rapid systems, did not think before. To think - we needed the minds of decisive, daring, widespread states, and their time immediately preserved.
Tanka Naablicking, Raised Na Padel, in Konopuskakh, Round Person, Vigilant From Unknown Premonition:
- What happened to happen, Babushka? Why are you deployed me?
There are hard duma, what to check, how to do with the girl. On the evening it is not impairing - and here is Tanka here.
- Does not have a stall donkeeper?
"Let's go," the girl pushed the girl across himself. Now nothing else did not attend.
In the kartyr stood, it was not angry, but grief. In the residential walls, there was a lightweight and bitterness, in them a disembodied creature was settled, which comes in difficult days to acciterate her rita. Pashelya sniffing, cacked from the sheepskin, from which the breathing of life does not make it, which thormed it.
Tanka threw off the jacket, past and villages, prepared for the Razovore, Na his couch, nervously reasons for glases and folding his arms shifted. Blood is standing in the same comant Zakaf. Now they will be able to rehearse, will have their own host.
"It has come, it has been lying," you have enough, leaving Maotheri. Maybe it is for the better. There is a died of basking, this is true, it's true, "her voice did not change with these words, did not flinch, he duma about something that the appearance of the girl was all shattered. - Baby Naša made it possible that it is not stalled to pull. Do not look at me so, I'm rude staring. And to pretend to ride. Babychka and the time selected with a suitable fit - before in winter. Ona Nam all arranged like better. And now, Patiana, hearing. - Ona empty with a girl near Na Cushch. - I will bury a bad job. I will bury me, at night, so that people do not see. There is no cloud - there is no money with you. And I do not want to be blocked. And still hear. Neither Motherhood, no one knows anyone. Then I quiet. And you are silent.
Tanka sat, Zamenev, who removes the Glaza into the wall.
"From this moment, you will have to be completely adult," continue the pages. - Singogd Naham to wait, COGDA This will happen. Fucked childhood ... Although so far, the girl you are mine, you, one, it was not much ... Excrya-Ka now PA share. You will have everything, there will be more hotels ... And Po will have to take a bittenness. - And, stumbled, pounded to the first shua: - Go, look at Baby.
Tanka went. You will be able to sit: did not shy up the legs, they were piercing stewing dora. But now it was possible to use nonsense and stories - after the manifestation. He returned from Stasa, having achieved more than expect. Now, if nothing does not get down with the move, and the one is most important - if nothing is opposed to the invasive move, it will be easier. At Mother's Tomb, Cogda will enter into a grave (a darkness still before and it is worthless!), Cogda peeled suddenness, which is why there is an insulting and who is that it is, it will not be sticking. He sees God, it was not like this.
Tanka came out, sat down nearby, voyaging and frightenably presses. Pierced the girl. From this day, and without anything, it is not just a stain, but a spot with this afternoon, which will pull a lot to a lot. Do not mention Zalko, not myself, and her. They suffered sins with me ... Lord, her sins! - all life in rebel and timidity; Does themselves have a shower with his hand, it would only be crazy to end up to the end ... But it's easier to live without anything, than to soem is unless. Tanka - Girl Lasovaya, in the forest it is preserved. Do not lose it, in the city of Na by a shief of death. Lord, that this is a world that, if he decided to do without good people, if everything that his bits and feels good, went to the bag?!
- Did you believe in God? - asked unexpected Tanka.
Pastely wrapped the face to her and look closely. This is not the insolent! He asked what the pages are afraid to impair. "Tam will be able to", "she caught. Therefore, forces, but also here, it turns out. That's it and avoided - it is forgiving here. It's one thing - rude, contrary to the privilet, to prove the unacceptable soul, and completely different - if the soul is the home of the native, where they are waiting for her.
"Not know," OA replied sullenly. Answered not only that "How," I didn't believe it, there was a man of staring.
- He promoted me to buy an icon in the church ...
- Did you buy? - Naplently asked the pash.
- Male for. Virgin. It turns out.
- And I did not see how?
- Ona NA is worth it. You are not zametheil.
Powered gaze. It is easy to go away from the reprimand and now the duma is about what's necessary to raise and still in a new, more definite procedure have a job. Easily. Almost that I saw it, how the case is flexing to it strounted, non-filled, schematical figure to hurry. But this did not want to win against the girl, as Nikogd, seeking today lying and words!
"To baptize you," remember what they were talking about, he said.
- Are you baptized?
- Not! - With almost ease, as a sequence, I troting her voice and with difficulty silent. - I did, there is no residue about me. And you live.
"But I saw: I'm very staring."
- You mean, you are in the church?
- We are slying from the interest. At all, there are, which are born from Soviet!
- From whom was born? - Huruned pash.
- Well, it is so talking.
"They say ... how does it be deftly saying? .. He is lying," he has resolutely offered. - Will you raise, or what?
And - Menedlyl. Tanka suddenly adhered to her, hugged, pcs headed into the chest. Pastely rushing:
- Well, what are you! What are you!
"Babushka, you have a good deal with me, have a lot! .." - with a sharpening whisper rushed out of sting. "You are silent, I don't know why you are silent ... I'm not melting, I will understand." Why didn't you have a bush with me? .. You duma, that I have a nodded, and I am a relative ... I want to be native. I want to help you, I want you to not be ONE! We together, Babushka, together! ..
Pavitsa zastla. Today he has already been forced, the Cogd has a lot. If another break will let the tear - it's bad. OA has been able to choose himself so that neither the sound does not interfere with her subsoil, Po will not reveal the wave of a look of pain, which has moved the throat, so that has not been tested. Something else acted in it, something will take care of these sensitive attacks. He reassured himself and only after that, in response, hugged the stack, it was naught awkward and promised:
- With whom I still have a need to do, not with you! I have no one else.
"I will have to have to have a chant - I can wash it in the entrance." Or the telegram to relate - I highly. I can ... I can, Babushka! - Sorry again, a tear whisper. He rectifted and, morgue, often from tears and nappy, intelligence, in order to have change, which could occur from her gust. He would like, lifting his head, see a very different one - lying and affordable. Pastely understood her and the langed itself even more.
ONA SKAZALA:
- Purchase, Tatiana.
She did not heal with her: Specifying, Mily's Girl; So we got even closer.
- I will open the door, "suggested Tanka, raising the first. - Ona at all at all.
Saham also a door.
As in life, Aksinya Egorovna was invisible, quiet, all staring at the zakutoku, so on and now he went to an orphan, and in death, in the only day released to her for suggestion, did not take a glorious place. Not a single offense is not overlas. A wrinkled face, still cracked the leather covered with skin, the last feud in the latter dover. Materials, solemn and smarmer, as it would be confirmed that it does not charge anything on a dashing godine, I still reassured me: everything should work out. But already at the door, leaving to buy upholstery for the coffin and something for the table of the table, OA again felt the endlessness and notability of his challenge, which should be laid in the strict ramp of time.
But he drove. I do not rain yet, and a small viscous bead, naalsy clothes. All the circle was making a sullen weight. Dining time, a day no longer.
In the fifth chase, he died and, Cogd was letting him, briefly and sullenly asked:
"Syda," answered Pashe.
He didn't know them, nor they, but could not come to this kartist to this kartist. Nobody needed in the pussy, no one had no longer to her, they will not go dirty people, they know how to see it, since the poverty and the poverty also lives.
This was Seraga, from Stasa Nikolaevich, - low, wide and mightyly shot down, with a brush of the mustache, which are lazy to wheat. Unfortunately had the case, and he didn't hire with all his species, which "mobilized", looking out of deeply seated Glasis with sympathy and at the same time as it is. Sit down.
"We'll go, aunt, watch, Kuda that," he impatiently said. And in the fact that the "aunt" is called in an enthway or na base, also displeasted: the day of the Sorvan, Sorvan and Night, and this means that there will be no time. "Maybe the Sveta will shoot at least a little," he did it for the weather.
And it was not already, the light. It was called his low raw heaven, he dug everythinged by Sea. In the window stood half a car. It is razy, as high Maja, Damed Forest to a wasteland, Kuda was to eat.
Pastely accepted hastily apparently. Tanka from the doorway to the big room watched Na Sereg with a fright - as the Bulletin of something unearthly, striking. She was terribly so much with the late and terribly, it was not enough to go to Kuda something in the darkness of the darkness along with this harsh post that happened around the unquestibility. In a stormy storming, the sweater and ripped carzy sappings, dense, strong, Serga kept confidently, firmly that she had been reassured again. Ona walle in the same jacket and the same sakes, as in the morning, there were no other sappings for swollen legs. Tanka has heard that the meat brought to the pushed, and besides, and Kissel is also unquestioned, at this moment and not understanding that it is required of it. He quit to the window, Cogda came out, and through the watery half-one, which would be taken to the green "Niva", who touched a snap-on, to the neighboring microreon, but he was taking care and led to the rest, to the road leading to the airport.
"If you go from the microreyon, from the other side and in the forest can still take themselves," there are pages. "It is better to go away from the road, there are fewer housing, for good weather." But who in that mochable to walk? What is there now to do? The weather is a thieves, but for good it is special, in her, at the pigeant, theft, from whom it is not the ownership of someone, a sama human foundations. Against something too serious and saint performed a pash; How to know, is it holding a sequence, in these minutes, the Almighty and Communicative Council: to allow, to allow, with mercy from mercy, her preparing attempt ... not that attempt? - There is still no designer to think.
They spent with ASFAlta, as soon as the pineethage sprive from small rose above. Poisitive, Kuda Eat, and Saham is not knowing Kuda, you can. The microreyon around the collapsed in a pile of small trembling lights. I wanted to be with the places that they choose, her house was visible. OA will unnamed him in Triplein, he and the sequence bent the one with the high shore of the collaboration of Kak Mostki, under which she walks, the dark water.
But - if you see the house, I would have to look at, neither take a deposit, it was not enough, it was labeling, it was a glass, it was used with the backlets and pages, it was hung in the fires, whatever and the neighboring faces and the city of Forest. Naido to take off the best. But let me down so as not to leave. Inhach, do not play with her noncomplicated legs.
I left the sparkle among the parel; Seraga ZatorMosil and first came out. Select, already seeing what you have, and you are. Pines were stood around, a with dark, from the northern side, highly and mighty rummaged from one rhiziem, rushing, as the Siam Gemini, and the height of human growth two larches. Others so in the whole forest could not be. There will be a cack guard with a Maaterina grave. Da, here to rose the grave, you can not ask anything else. Polyanka is small, but it must be cheerful and friendly with the light and sun, in a soft coniferous litter with a non-tag. From the city of Laubo, the lights were placed through the forest, but the city was not attended, and his womb stood in the air. But he is heard and na cluster; For those who are moving Tuda, there are, except for the rest, is still ONA. It will be here. Naid only deeper to make it.
Seraga dropped a lot from the smelters and Lomik, told you to obey "well." He worked and checked - "hard", not resorted to the word that did not want to pronounce. According to the city lights, you can play, where the east and where it is because it is possible to preserve the grave, and made a new one. Po was not dark at all, Seraga went to mumble in the ground nappy to the road trail. Pastely heard, as an oily path, he marks the trees with those who dwell. Returned, took a burnt and urged, as Maidena.
Hemnelly up to a slightly joyful darkness and wasted. The sky was still deaf well, still quietly, not a bead, and a small quiet rain, but a silent dancer of something huge, exhausting through any Protegrea stood with the land like a luminescence of a single all-life life. Nepiculto has an electric zaerevo city, many and many thousands of lights have come, trembled to something lonely and doomed, and this unknown and deep at night would not be able to.
It turned through a cold breeze through the forest, was noisy in pine and poketed, after a minute again.
Seraga flashed and silently, fled and had a breath, already on the belt in the pit. He had to chat, and he led to the recess in the cut, anciently swarming the earth with the left side of himself. Soil will look in a slury, after the Black Earth, Shlah Glyna, in which Lopta was viscous, but dodgefully, with a sandy with sand, and the silent, zashuda, styling with Hollyka, it is possible, asked. Seraga was chosen by Lomik, illuminated the bottomroom bottom. Tam went to the plane. He drank himself and went to twist the plate with a lobster, pulling the devils with powerful movements. Tinyaka suited Lomu, but did not break the caper bundle. Seragha must grasp his hands.
The wind has triggered everything and often, hagging the rain. In Sosna from the rain and from the wind, it was no longer prestressed, and this noise was also Kstati, without it, the values \u200b\u200bof the iron would have been devoted. Everything was before the luck of Kstei. Cooking in smelly, Kuda consisted her Seraga so as not to Mokla, I did not want. For some reason, it was necessary to mock and freeze, but to be close to this all deepening rectangular jama, present during her creation. Nicaky feelings of OA have not been tested, and only present. Coldness, rurality, the rusty of their omissions are more and more; OA has done himself, whether it will understand that it is a grave of Maotheri with a knocking silence in front of her, the abyss, which will be absorbed by Naavsegd, and caught her that he does not understand. It didn't have a need for this, neither the mind, nor feelings, no predominance, was still inacked, looked away, rejoiced. It will be buried, and there will be a duma, to be with you.
Seraga got out and smoked.
"We went," he said.
"Malo," he had a resolutely painted and took the Foryarik, illuminated. - Malo, in par.
- know that he was, "he answered without a redemption. - Ostive then. Now there is a job.
It was descended by the ASFALT, and he was inhabited by smelly, came out, something noted, it was for loyalty to removed the numeration of the speedometer. Well reconciled him with his role who walked him, and, wet, measured by mud, he was having fun, inspired, was ready to speak.
- The place we are good with you ...
- Good, - I will be signed.
- Here is a duma: don't you call you next? I do not like a crowd, too, the set would not be allowed.
"You have to do with it ..." In Maiden with an inclusive stove, there is a stalk to warm up, it's not enough in her and feeling, he spoke sincerely. "It would be someone to beat your will, I ordered God with my mother."
Seraga understood it in his own way:
- Called you?
- strain.
- And you resist.
- What am I doing? Why did you dregs me, if I do not resist?! Only as: some resist - I want to live. And I do not want to live, I do not know how. I have patients' legs - na knees can be. And spin will not bend.
- There should be gentle or so, as you are, - Sega's conclusion. You can be intact. And they donated, Dergany.
- Check you, how did you go?
- I know. The men went to try to fulfill the combat. Without brains. Who caulates, he shoots from that man.
Delivered near the house, Seraga warned:
- I have a pine suck, then we will come if he is ready.
Tanka Spell, curling away the ball of NA Cushch. The meat of the NA electric stove already did not go, but he designer in the wounded caustiary. Before the killer, it did not come. The girl was excited with Stahae, and it would be sinful. Not stalled and pushing with a kissel. Can one kissel can make a rejected order?! So much was the trouble that OA did not know, what to take, but all this could be the troubles from stroit of rituals, but there was a shlah, without causing about her, so it was possible, it was not possible to do anything.
Ona only and could help himself - clean the kard. Guys, Cogd will return from the forest, nauddly naughty. Pominkami cannot be called, but to naughty, it is necessary to make a gland. Kartoshka was Mellaya, it was necessary to clean it, ZAPERS and thoughts, and the heart, bolding into just one native. Mellae will have to be saved in the oven.
It damages, this is notable: Franzusski's Kardofel. Russian mountain in Franzusski sounds casual.
Steas with Seragia came only in the morning. First, I was filmed, knocked quietly, and after Za Him, the long-term direct item wrapped in a burlap was rising a long direct item wrapped in a burlap. He did this item on the door, he accepted and postponed the end to the wall. Sail with a tree, Smat.
In order not to topk, threw off the sapogs, they spoke in a low voice. Together, it would not be like a burlap, threw it off, threw it, clinging to the corners, and accepted the Coffin of HA Hands, respectfully kept him from two ends, Powed Powered by Tabürret. And only here, in the Male Hall, they installed him, new, freshly golden-nanny pine board, sharply and cracked, not just scaled in four boards, A tall and spacious, sunny, to the headboard, and in the legs of the lude, with a cube cover, Da kak only removed this cover and discovered the body of Aksinyi Egorovna - it was no longer a product of the hands of Stasa, which he had passed the whole day, and something that appeared on the high will, a huge, most important, empty not only by the Kartra But the whole house. With invalid times, this abode of human strugnure is domine. The lateral ribbed walls of it, at the angle of rotable, so that it was not closely in the elbows and did not give the chest, and the dreams shifted, the shutter ceiling, generally her forma, "Architectures" - all inspired respect and tremble, from all the heart.
Domovina for Aksinyi Egorovna was built on the first round, nothing will be spoiled. Sin offended. But this home needed was still to be aligned with warmth and ubry. The censure manual for upholstery has a bought. Zalezla in debt, ISTATIC, but Maotherly was under the sobrum - pleading and stern. On them and let it be lifted the bed, making it the buttons. Stat helped her. We have a whisper. Seraga asked him, he had spanned him into the kitchen to resemble sam. Faocked out of him: he, caught home, fell asleep.
I didn't know anything, nothing knows from the ritual, the funeral went to those who are accomplished, not looking at Pravail. And Sezhasa OA walked home in his own way: an abundance of a cloth of a bed and a roof, under the back lay a gentle stale blanket - not from new, under the head the pad - as the CNA.
And it was hurry, and was not in a hurry, the movements were restrained by sami, measuring the laid rhythm.
Is there a lot of instrument? Pastely straightened and nodded. Together, not a disappointment from Tuberetok, they suffered a coffin, he was posting with him next to the blood of Aksigni Egorovna. Raised it, pulling away from two sides under the back, lowered in New Horomine. Conveniently lay down Aksinha Egorovna, not closely. Powered by her hands, scraps on the head; Remembering the icon, removed it with the etcher and put on his hands.
Now the house is now. Now the house, Aksinya Egorovn, and together with the house we will go to the earth. We will go to the true opposition limits where you were called. Only it was surrounded from the heart of the pumped, grumbling slowly, Gulko, as from the oppression.
Because Tanka and standing in the doorway, looking at what was happening with the glaza. Baby there was a face to her, and so many PA was half a minute cheated her face in the grace of the coffin, calmed, illuminated by the internal light, gained to her alone, which sensitive to the girl's shower is pressed. The Axigna Egorovna is not safe, Aksinya Egorova, as stood, and on, in the emissions of the day, turning to all the body for goodbye. How much will you have to torture yourself - all my life! - To understand that frequently, as it was said.
Therefore, she was pierced at the top of the White, it came into account from all sides, it was in a minute and went to collect a bag. Steas with Seragoye lowered NA home the lid and inverable nails. All without knocking, with rare, muted words. No matter, they do not go. Tanka suddenly understood that the sequence would go away, everyone will go away, along with a staring base, and only they are gathering to stop here. OA Zakrichla, without holding back:
- And I! And I! With it! Together!
It has a naughty, it is even more frightened, repeating with a moan:
- And I! And I!
- Kuda her? - Heavy whisper asked the pash.
"Nobesta," Serag's shoulders walked. - You caught your seat.
Tanka imploringly watched Na Stasa, feeling glorious in it. This is what knows: there is no face - one sorts, alone tears, one of Moluba. Stassed.
"I like it," he said.
They gathered, prepared. Aksinhu Egorovno Nogi forward. The slave, they raised her long towel shutters, acquired by the coffin with the hands, opened the door, moved. Pasheta stayed a story - let them demolish - and attend the windows to see, COGD will come out. All Tykom, all asks.
Na Street Serelo. In the cold premise was raw, but without rain. I pushed the wind gust. The front seat was given to the front seat next to Seragia, the stack was settled, next to Axigni Egorovnaya, the housesin of which heavily navigate. They pull up the mountain - it will not be able to knock themselves ... But the sequence was attentive to move away from the GLAZ, they will strengthen later. Mostly soon! ..
"But luck is lucky." Pow is lucky, "the duma duma, facing the roasting Fair road. And no longer her - an extraneous thought continued: "It was possible to do all among the white day. No one would do anything. No one sees anything."
It was taken away from the city, they were told, goded the ease of the door, but the coffin was nailed with the coffin from the same climbing Material, the ends of her should not have a hand. Tanka watched with so much, as he will be asleep with a coffin, just waving him, accurately collecting himself. But, it must be, he has made aware that he sits badly and walked her knees nearby.
Seraga, all that lost the reversal. He noted, to the meter noted how much from him before the entrance of the pitch's house, A, it could turn on the speed, did not turn on. There was also a breakdown and the other, but in the unclean hubs of darkness and light, the coarse urban emissions and the maroka, the trail was impossible, and the forest of the opposite way to rise solid, deaf grumbling under the wind. In a whisper, I thoroughly, Serga resolutely turned the nose.
Oshany Egorova must be made, it must be from the dead.
- Six kilometers of four hundred meters, - Mrado, how did it threaten the louder announced Seraga.
Pasheta did not accept the rouse in the evil sign. If everything from not to the end is not so, then it is not so much. But light, light, the city called the sky. He covered the Glaza, listening, how to go to the spacious home.
Six kilometers four hundred meters from the entrance of Seraga was herself, made ahead of the tet and chatterly threw his hands towards the forest. Nachel. Now in the mountain, uphill ... na sweeping up the motor rushing the motor.
And beat, they beat the penis, now alone, replacing each other. They beat Kaille and scrap, from mighty, the whole removal of the forces, the Udars Seregi will shake Polyolan. It was too clouded, the day again promised to be blind. In pine walked the hum of wind; It was not necessary with ZapaDa, where there was Taga, and here, near the Polyana, sniffed into the emptiness, exactly the coast of the coast, sprinkling the survive exhalation. Dynsna also and a dream with a presence of a small rare splashing from the sky.
Aksinhu Egorovna was once in smelling one. Tanka is groomed into the forest, he is tangling near the men, it comes out to look, then leaving the naewged boards thrown out of the smelters. Cogda descended down Seraga, caught that he was only to clean, but he, who swept, laid, with the land with the land that had a mustle, was eating his body to the top, the queue is higher, hardly not a head, stace - and it was visible: said. Without feelings, without doglada, omit the last one. Sitting Na short, folded ONNA NA Other boosacles and looking at the coffin, listening to the murmable rapid rapid iron about the cauldron, the beginning of the Na Razoma dust with the dumbness of the nappy and two in a row of sleepless nights, with difficulty came to himself, still inquisitive And still stiffing in the coffin, Zhada, Cogd, her shame of the inability to pain and, without raging, shaking it from numbness, will take it. Rising in the next Raz, OA Zametheil, that Stas lengthens the grave with a new one in the squat, to retreat from the insufficient huge cave in the headboard. Spacious out for Aksigni Egorovna Domovin, but the grave was still spacious. And around behind, the expanser under the sun, which is not the fools, for the wind in heavy tight vets that music will sound during the day and night.
Lord, how good is not to see what this land is doing!
They pounded: next to the grave of the wooden bars, nazyanny, already standing by Domovin with Aksigni Egorovna, her open, calmed down, the dry face was a pretentious, but the sky. Na face peeled snowflakes. They excited the larger than everything that happened here. OA OA CLOKHNULA is Nazorzarily and Okravan, the sound, in which bitterness and comfort, pain and gust, deployed before the Mathery of Na knees, only for her I exhaled "Sorry" and touched a kiss for a cold solid forehead. Tanka and tank in still secrets and pulled, without having a discovered glance, dislike.
They still stay axier Egorovna under the sky, from which, having had snow. Before that, this snow is like, as if all of them were forgiven the forgiveness of invasive actions. As if the Higher Snacking Snack with human persistence and time remarks. The wind was called, cool-ourselves with the cooling gusts, the sky Belejo, and the twin larch, sublime with pines, stood in him as crucial and terrible.
Pastely watched, as the coffin will drop, as the ropes pull out from under him; The silent moan pierced her, Cogd Segya jumped on top of the NA coffin and began to have a riser for wages, who would not know the body of Aksinyi Egorovna from the calane. In the afternoon, he preserved, along with the Mathery and Half her, they are, separated and go to the grave. What gone, it was impossible to understand. But he left, her smallestly, and knocking about the boards of Kamni, feeling, tightly zakupping the pores of the sand nailed to despite her and her, he had a mouth of the air, whatened his face under the snowflakes.
They were not like the faiths they were with the Math, but the sequence only saw similarity. Dyshla, drawn and whatever - and did not need air.
... - And what, - Seraga said loudly and lightweight, with stuck vodka in his hand there is plenty of stamped Hollyk. - bury the same at expensive chauffeurs, Cogd will die when executing obligations. Kakya Raznitza - Where?! In the same land ... Prosta, Tanka?
Tanka hurriedly. In the illuminated native insight glases stood tears. Resolutely enthusiastically in his Winter - the snow was thick, heavenly light should penetrate deeply.
In winter, there would be no good in the snow to the grave. He is good to her only in the spring, Cogd in the forest still languished snowy hoists. Shivella to the clearing and enthrall: on both sides of the Maaterinian grave, two more Hollimik was rummaged. Aksinha Egorovna is not ONDA. There is a place that the neighbors appeared. But and who among the fat snows could have frightened her last abode?
The surprise of the psyche was not only great that he could not stand and consuming to stop. He came to her crumpled, with a sharply exacerbated face of those who carry them to themselves, very patient. "Was you, or what?" - OJSC asked from the threshold. "It seems that," he replied.
Gone again into the kitchen. Stas began to have a non-rigany table, with the Bryak, the dishes in the sink. All this is also black and the clogs of the apple tree in the apple tree window, it all terbed her wind. The house was sharpener and uncomfortable. Paste is not stalled.
- Stas Nicolaevich, did not allow, as the city of Mat, so I was buried in front of winter? - He asked, looks at him.
- How can you be? .. I did not allow ...
- I walked ... And what's wrong? .. next to the Motere two more graves. A whole cluster. I have a whole note, it turns out, we Togda Rhali ...
Stoy Dwelch:
- ONNA Mogile Seginage. Whose friend is not knowing.
- How is Seregin's?! - I have a pash. - What do you say, Stas Nikolaevich?
- killed Sereg, after the new year. I got out without saying. I also drowned at Tuda, to a good person. It's more fun together. And the very same way.
- Who killed, why?
"He didn't care in organa," the voice did not take care of, saying said. - Introduced it for dancing in the outer. And they also extended their reaches. That's so, you can. So now life and death.
The last words have made a picture of it at all in many ways. It was not his words, not his intonation, causing something, Zalkaya.
- Do you drink, or what, Stas Nikolaevich? - He asked.
"I drink," he cleaned. - I drink, pousing. - And, rounded mouth, with a climb beat from inside the tongue.
OA did not poke him:
- Strongly kill, strong shifts ... Who will be, Stas Nikolaevich?
- Someone will be ...
- But who? Do you know them?
- Not. All I know, not those.
- And where are those?
"I'll be scolding to you than they took," he did not answer, he did not even come true. - meanness, shamelessness, in order.
There is no against this weapon. Nazhda, who is free against it. They say Russian people - ham. Da; He is crying, duk, he has medieval food. And these who came ... These are Professor! Aquaderers! Gumanists! Gaircraft! - Nothing sorted and most of the observed deformity, he did not know and dismissed silent. Silent and OA, frightened with this outbreak of a calm, exist man. He must, tortured to explain:
- I have built the aluminum zaka here. From the lach to the end. And two times, two, whether the brass, or fresh under one flare ... and the Familia kakya - black! .. These blacks took it and sapped him. It acts, you have! Spent! As if I swallowed!
- Stas Nikolaevich, Da you are looking for yourself ... can't be! To take ... everyone took everyone! You do not believe it?
Stat smiled and not answered. Standing and striking it was a smile breakingly-grumbling, like Na Shrem, the worship of a person's face with a heaven somewhere deep in the sky around the world.
Na is an ordinary path to choi in Khra. For the first time, ONDA under Obroza, with great difficulty raised his hand for a cross. Under the summaries of the new Khrama, a five years ago, on a weekday and in the CAU, free of service, the consolation was asked for only a few people. The sun was hit in a high window of oblique sheaf, the enthusiastic angle singing should be purely, in Zapismi, the east of the Na Round Copper Podre, the candles were burning. I misunderstood the candles for myself, it was ineptly married to them and postva - two Na Pomin's souls of God's Absigni and Sergey and one to attach the soul of Stasa.
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Rasputin Valentin "In the same Earth"
Valentin Rasputin in the same land ... the neighborhood left the ravine, extensive and empty, lying huge uneven cavities. It could be adopted for the overgrown quarry, but no, the ground notch was never here, so it was suitable for nature. Around this city, which has flown in his time the glory of the Great Communism Building, the Earth is duplicated and shuffled to dozens of kilometers, they drove a giant dam for electric turbines in the channel, built a huge aluminum plant, a forestry complex, to a dozen other major plants, but also here where areas of untouched Earth remained. One of them was this ravine, overgrown among clay propeliners, Olhi's ribbed bushes, Osiennik da nettle. The city from two sides by a semicircle approached him and stopped. On the third, on the south side, where the sun was opposite to the microdistrict, immediately behind the ravine stretched into the mountain of Pisosa, near the city beaten, with frequent traces of firebread and Palov, but still lively, gladly green and in winter and summer.
In previous years, when attempts were still made to embellish life, the cloud edge of the ravine, where the microdistrict, built a sports springboard for ski jumps. And they jumped, springfully thrown into the air, and flew on the bird height curved the figures planted on skis, and, landing, dried snow and rolled down a long time. The boys gathered for the springboard from all over the city, there was always noisy, fun and bitty. Then, when life opened a solid wound, the springboard was abandoned, and his metal farm was now sticking out and dead, as a skeleton.
Just opposite the springboard across the road, in the first entrance of the long five-story house, making a swing bending along with the road, deaf at night burned on the third floor light. In the city night light no one to surprise. But this time the whole huge house was dark, all he drowned in the darkness of the night, mixed with the darkness of the fog, and two lonely luminous windows, barely break through the fog, nothing but anxiety could not cause. By this time, everyone falls asleep, and at this time without misfortune or illness do not rise.
The heavy figure of a woman with a uncoated head made a fog flowing around the house, once again looked at the windows, with an effort rose along the stone steps to the exploration entrance and climbed the stairs. The door to the entrance was ripped, the light inside was not buried, it was necessary to rise. She opened an unlocked door to the apartment, after fresh cold air pulled the nose, sniffing, and, having passed by the door closed on the left, entered the second room, dropped the darkest jacket to the narrow sold couch, standing outside the door to the right, fell on her herself and only now As if at the appointed minute, a heavy intermittent groan was bored in doggy, closing his mouth with her hand, so as not to hear.
In the first, in a small room, she was the deceased, the mother of this woman, she was at sixty she herself, but not about the mother heaped in the world and died a few hours ago, we cried this loose men's man, not myself, I did not feel sorry for pity Himself, and, strong, to everything accustomed, lacked her strength to tend to the terrible severity of the approaching day. She went out on the street so that the movement to ease her, this weight, and only more attached. There was not enough air, there was nothing to breathe. The name of this woman Pashutoy. The name, like clothing, is changing to facilitate a person, to match the changes occurring in it. There was a stupid with a thin waist and shiny eyes; Then, entering the age, in marriage, in becoming - Pasha; Then one person first spied - Pashuta. Like a surname. So began to call, sometimes not knowing, the name is or the surname. "It sounds satisfying. And you yourself are satisfying," the very person who dubbed her pashuto, spoke in praise.
On the eve of the evening, Pashuta looked home late, already in the dark, reached the tenth hour. Going to the city, she was not going to linger. But he did not lose and went into his dining room, and there the girls were invited to work in the evening for special services. Special service is when you remove the dining room for the event. What an event was, I did not disassemble a stash, no matter how he listened to toast. There was some minor organization, walked and sadly, and modestly, but Pashuta had to mess around with dishes almost until the end suffered ice cream. Girls and she jumped two lumps of ice cream in the jar. Girls - in habit, in old memory, when they really started girls, half of them are already in grandmas. In the bag, Pashuta also lay a bag with a pilaf, surrounded from the remains in the boiler. I had to do not disperse and that. Pumping himself constantly in his humiliated position, stash was brought that she continues to walk in the dining room. But this is not true. All my life, worked in the canteens and for almost ten years I have worked in this, the last, she missed her without her, could not fall away from "hell", how together they all cursed Chad and Smerand, heat and couples among stoves and boilers, dense and Forward smells of food absorbed into the body, several hours on the legs. In the canteens, she passed the entire labor path from the head of the dishwasher. The path in the opposite direction. In twenty years, among the eighteen-year-olds, the head, and two years, already with a pension, a dishwasher. A month ago, she was calculated. The dining room was a burden, the youth suggested in it, and Pashuta began to deny legs. Girls would still stand for her, but they were expected to be the same fate. The owner of the dining room was becoming Kazbek, a flexible, playing body young man from Caucasians with shrill eyes on a narrow bird face. The case went to the privatization and restructuring to the restaurant - and then in the city, except factory, there will be no dining room.
The girl was at home when Pashuta returned. His granddaughter lived, learning from September in the pedagogical school. But Native Children had a Pashuta, she took a receptional daughter when she lived his family; Granddaughter from the reception room, native and not native, without blood proximity. Her mother, anfisa, went into marriage in the Lespromkhozovskaya village, for two hundred kilometers from the city, there remained, having lost her husband. In Pashuta, she saw the educators, but not a mother, mother and did not call. But it's amazing: the more she moved away from the adoptive mother, the more she was like. The same externally sluggish, but with a firm character, also pulls the word in conversation, the same slowed down. And the same saint, only from the stupid husband left, inside drowned, leaving her with two little kids. Pashuta guessed that, offending his failed life, anfisa for this similarity is that she did not love her, did not love her, stash.
But for the girl Pashuta would have forgiven her though more. For the fact that she sent a fifteen-year-old tank. With her, I liked my life. That is why children are needed in the family. Wally, she was delighted so ice cream, got from someone else's table, would have it been hurried so home so that it would not have time to melt? Without ice cream, she carried her, and his tender soul, arranged rudely, her caress, who could not show himself.
Tanka was with a girlfriend from a long entrance in the same house. The girlfriend, named Sonya, spike well, and I did not disturb this friendship stash. She handed ice cream girls, and they sneak from delight, jumped.
- Granny, where did you get? - Potted Tanka. - Where did you stole?
- stole and eat, - grinned stupid and went to the mother lying behind the closed door.
She returned soon, asked Tanka:
- Have you been at home for a long time?
- Soon the hour. We had Sony.
- Did you look toward an old grandmother?
- Looking. She is sleeping.
Pashuta went into the kitchen and, looking out from there, waited for the girls to reach ice cream. And - turned to the girlfriend:
- You can't take Tanya for overnight stay?
- Grandma, why? - Surprised Tanka. - I do not want to go anywhere.
- Need! - Roughly cut off her stash. - One person came from the grandmother village, I have nowhere to put it. The blurred - and why was the lurch? - With a fright, or what?
"I can be on the floor," offered Tanka.
- No, go! Go away, Tatiana ... I'll tell you later. Will your parents swear? - She did not ask her girlfriend, and streamed.
- No, no, they will not.
And watched unrealistic, as girls are afraid and hurriedly. At the door of Tanka hurt ...
- First ice cream, then go ...
- Wait to go! - Pashuta detained tank and took her away from her girlfriend. - Give keys. Do not come without me. I will be in the evening. Did you understand everything? Aksinha Egorovna died quietly, in a dream. I did not have to close the eyes. So it is namashal, so the life of the life is that she did not know in the last month, she lives or does not live. An atrocked body, dried, with a bloodless yellow face, with hands in a sappy leather, similar to the webbed paws, she lay in bed as in the tomb and mostly slept. Necha-la was raised to the table, led to the kitchen, Tanka spoke with her, trying to ask, but she only stretched over the wrinkles under the eyes, which came out before a smile, said quietly and helpfully a dense thin voice and asked back to bed. These exits delivered her torment, and she was left alone, they began to make food into bed. She was eaten so litowing, no longer feeling the need for food that the heat in it was from day to day should be tight.
And here it is attended. The mother stroked the mother in a wide big hand of his mother in a small, quickly cooled head, on the pursuit of the cheeks, according to the knit chin and thought, thought ... She herself seemed to her, gradually hesitate in mummy and no longer capable of surrender. There was something that had to happen. But, no matter how she expected him, no longer had come true with him, she was not prepared for him. Nothing in her was ready to meet maternal death. Not surprised and still surprise. Mother pulled the trouble so long that she would bring her daughter with her death that she was also going to stay in this convenient waiting. However, she was not going to anything. And he was confusedly dragged by his campaign figure, making only the most necessary movements. And they prepared something to prevent something, she learned something.
Not the death of her mother was terrified, no, but he was hard and powerful, which was now worn with death, how to make two-day wires before the final farewell. But after farewell, nine, forty-year, six months, a year ... There are long-standing, stronger of any law, calendar and ritual of the wires. A lot of services belonging to the city, in essence, the light, in which people who arrange the road there are occupied. The dead has no right to be considered dead, until the death certificate is issued. According to this testimony, it will be taken to the morgue, there, petrified and humiliated into death, the most cruel humiliation, will be water from the hose with water, stuck in the clothes brought; According to this testimony in the factory of ritual services, the coffin will be able to decorate it one of the items of the range and will be submitted under the body; According to the same testimony, the cemetery will be hampered by the grave in such a cramped dead, that at the funeral they will sleep in the neighbors ... and pay everywhere. In the morgue, probably, you can not carry, and everything else is not to power. There is a million pay and there is a million with half a million, and there is only half a million and seven times half a million. No matter what happens. But where does Pashuta have such money? She does not have them in the tenth, nor in the hundredth of the lobe. Where will she take them?
But that's not all. To be prescribed on a city cemetery, it is necessary to have a residence permit in the city. And Aksinyi Egorovna was not her. She had no right to die here. Pashuta, as before, brought it three times, brought mother to wintering; One of her on eighty-four years old, it was impossless to take offense in the village. But as soon as the sun was heated and opened from ice Lena, Aksinha Egorovna rushed back. It was impossible to keep it with any persuasion or intimidation - soon, soon on the will of the hate stone prison, soon to climb on his thresholds, to put out the hint of his spirit, and just crawling, and on the huttopal native trails. Now, having arrived at the mother, I could not see a stashere to see that the mother was hardly destined to return, but if Aksinya Egorovna would write himself from the village to write out! And how I would have to write it to her if the village, continuing to stand under the sky, was no longer standing under the state?! There was no collective farm, nor the state farm, nor the village council, nor the store, nor the medical center, nor the school - everything was taken unknotely during the new orders. They let go of the village for a complete, paradise will, on a robustness, removed the premissions of centuries, straightened from all the clamps - walk on all four sides! You want - declare your own state, you want to give up to China's arm. It was not here in the summer of a solid roadway, and in the winter she lied with snow so that it was not to break through the tanks. The men were industrial in the taiga, took fish in Lena - they lived. And drank, drank ...
Earth, landmarks are enviable. From this will, and began that wealth looked, they envied and achieved that the collective farm lands were departed first in the utility farming of a large machine-building plant ... But the plant for the range and off-road did not pull. Transmitted to the new owner - Bamu. The bass then in its strength could master the moon, not the fact that Lena expanses. The technique was drunk in the village, the brick was lucky, they began to build a new farm and a vegetable store, put the berth on the shore, gave the local people by Bamovsky benefits. What is under such a master do not live?! And no one suspected, including the owner, which can be flew into a pit in a matter of months. Nothing has not needed - neither the construction of the road, no utility farm; Workers rushed with a swarming with the Great Construction, and the village where to go? With the Earth, with the will, dove, abandoned - she lay down under the Lensky bank and waits, less and less sober with unaccustomed to freedom, who would surrender, so that the bread brought? .. ..
Moreover, from such a village it was necessary to take out the mother finally. Pashuta saw it. She gathered her just in case, so that it was possible not to return ... But what is the extract, what kind of registration, what state to contact? It must be needed to go to the area, and this in the opposite direction, they had to go downstream to the railway with her mother. Yes, and when it happened, even if you go, what went and fastened the case?
Pashuta sat and sat near the mother, as if advised to be with her, what to do now, how to be, and the hand everything stretched to touch. A little in life got Axier Egorovna caress from his daughter. At eighteen, I ran into a construction site - and why? - Cooking yes Cambalu to fry merry, bold and voracious builders of communism. Rarely came to the mother and, Sunuva Schenet, immediately rushed back, into the noise and gaps of inspected crowd, without which she could no longer do, in the hostel, do not understand, male or female, which has become closer home. Almost ten years in the hostel, then in the barrack, the same cheerful and cold. The apartments were contrary to romance, and when after years and years began to be given the workers, they were given, as it should be, first of all, children. And the Pashuta did not have children. Her God punished for an abortion. In such a nagging, "to meet the morning dawn along the hangar, on the hangar," families could only hold the kids. Pashuta diverged, not realizing that he got married, with the first husband, with a disassembled concrete from the sea squad (a construction team, classes, releases, detachments came to the construction site, who confused his wife with girls, after three years he came again - for the brigadier of explosives, A person has a lot of older who, with which he finally moved from the barrack. This was helped by a receptional four-year-old girl taken from the shelter. But not for the sake of the apartment fascinated her stash. And I realized that she had no children to have, it was necessary to build backups for the future. The explosion turned out to be a man's caustic, mocking, they often quarreled, and she was little surprised when, having left for a business trip to blow up diabases for a careful construction site, he did not return.
So what to do?
Somewhere wept signals that argue the onset of a round hour. Eleven or twelve? Does not matter. All the same need to rise. Pashuta reached the hallway and saw himself in the mirror. Chuha, even the mirror did not drink! Here is a chunk so tiy! But before you drown, she looked in herself: a wide, striking face, who was unpacked by Pegi's hair, who were once black to Gypsy black with a blue sampling, scored by a longing eye, over the upper lip of a sign of some inner ignition - Baba Mustache. She was never beautiful, but was good, located to people, and this kindness did absorb and outlined all the features of the face, making it attractive. And in age entered - it was Milovoid with the brilliance of large brown eyes and with downturns on a high curl of hair, with a sensually out of the bottom lip. It is difficult to believe that ten years ago her body remained without any exercises and diet chosen and sensitive. Girls in the dining room were envied by: "You, stupid, breathing mouth, mouth, from within a shape, so that she threw."
Now it can be taken for heavily drinking, dropped, lost himself. But in vodka, the stash was not dipped. So really a glass-two when on the occasion, and then without pleasure. And what lost yourself - yes, lost. Alone, this happens quickly. A person cannot be needed only to himself, he is part of a common cause, a common organism, and when this living organism is expelled by useless, make up all its bodies, they are not able to exist inside their function.
Going out to the street, Pashuta behaved, directing - where, on what road to go, how to get around the passerby, where to put the foot to enter the bus, but as soon as the need to observe himself, the eyes turned inside, in the darkness and pain.
Having arrived at the mother in the village to take it for the winter in warmth, she asked the custom from the ridiculous alone Aksigni Egorovna, sitting not in the hollow on the bed, and on the porch under the sun: "Well, how are you, mother?" Aksinha Egorovna answered:
- Sit and cry.
Her eyes were dry, she cried into her senses. It is all sore and moaning in flour, which has already become familiar. Pashuta there was nothing to console her. Aksinya Egorovna would not understand the consolation. Not everywhere, not to all members of the balls now in her blood, but pain, continuing life, streamlined each cell.
Lord, but how just it would be now in the village! As close to the house there from home to the house! They would drive Axinhu Egorov in his arms, put the spaciously among their, rustic, and the whole rite would be expensive to parents, and not the goal of flour, on predators-robber, getting wondering on death. There, the sky would be laughing at Aksigni Egorovna, a worker and an sufferer, and the forest would wave on the farewell by branches, and the winds, sweeping stringly, forced to be bowed to the farewell worship every weed. But something has already become gone by incoherent scraps in the obdicious consciousness of Pashuta, something jumped into his walls. In the mother's room, she raised a high chest cover (this rustic origin forced a stash to order such a chest) with rags Aksinyi Egorovna and immediately stumbled upon neatly and eloquently laid in a transparent polyethylene package. Pashuta recognized him on a dark brown velvet dress with a black twisted belt, she, pashutoy, long ago bought and never worn. It seemed to the mother in giving so festive that none of the lifetimes could rise before him. And at the same time, Aksinha Egorovna put it: it is for death. Pashuta completely forgot about the existence of this dress - and here it is, in pursuance of the will of the departed immediately to her hands ... There was everything else: thin woolen stockings, crops, as a mother called them, - something like soft low boots with A fur marrow, a dark handkerchief, the bottom ... The mother was preparing for death. At eighty-four years, how not to prepare! .. But it was folded and raised up the top was recently, in a close and clear premonition - for both ordered bath. Involuntarily began to look out by the first thing to do. No, she will not give a mother to anyone, waters herself. Although it does not seem to be relying - the most. God will forgive. God seems to have to forgive her much.
Without a short forty years in this city, and look around - no one nearby. No one to her, even the occasion of the soul to take away, nor she to whom. Pashuta now did not know why it happens that a person remains alone. In his youth, it would be said that for this you need to be too unlikely or proud, not to have heat in the soul to whom the life is reduced. Now everything is different, everything must be judged. Is it to blame itself, in character, or this is the fate of all go to old age - she did not want to understand it, and, and perhaps, it was not possible. As a bears, in the winter genet lay down on bertogs and are rarely thrown away, only as necessary. In some kind of total wine, in general, evil is hiding eyes. Involuntarily hidden and those who consider themselves to be guilty and who does not consider.
Rarely, rarely recalled his youth. Too far and unrealistic it was. Just meet if a vague-familiar face and starts in search of him to cast back years, when she knew everyone here and everyone knew her. Would you succeed at the time to someone to pass the pit, this huge stone womb, where all thundered, glowed, was boiling and spinning? And, who, having passed the pit, could you unleash the dining on the left bank at the entrance to it? The dining room worked around the clock - and the whole pit, hundreds and thousands of people, fed there. They sailed and floated with trays past distribution, hungry, funny, impatient, and just heard: "Pasha, customize his girls, let them not look!", "Pasha, understand why you have a double portion in one plate", " Pasha, - someone alone shouted louder than everyone. So, how agreed, right?! " She had time to rush in the kitchen, he managed to respond and dispose of this huge accustomed wave so that it was rolled back in time so that after four or five hours to roll again. When the hangar was blocked and concrete cubes were flying with inscriptions, proper to perpetuate this event, on one of the cubes of blue paint, under the color of the angar water, her name was derived. Someone alone (she knew who), but as if by a general opinion. Years and years she spinning in a happy carousel of work, friendly gatherings, hints, draws, in the ears constantly stood noise lifting and fun, the heart beat excitedly, capturing the general mighty rhythm, and, in a rustic closed, she opened, talked, learned to look boldly And answer boldly.
But, I will pose in the general vortex stream, she, as soon as he began to fall, felt it and cooled with him.
It began with moving from the village of hydroelectors to the city, where a settled and calculating people were going to change the rebellious and enveloped nomadic youth - the operationors. Komochev went further to the next building. There were reaunting fruits, they had acquired cars, giving, deficit, and, like everywhere, where there was a preferential, tipped and drank poison. Their settlement was temporary - until the work experience, to the official elevation, and there - to the south, where the houses were pre-built in advance, or in the capital, where they fly away from the chosen circle after the altitude. By that time, when it was finally evoked, in which the Great Building turned into, in the city of the highly intelligent "golden" society, which was considered themselves his representatives, no one left.
The city gradually acquired another fame. On cheap electricity was paid on the largest aluminum plant in the world, on the largest forest complex coated cellulose. From fluorine to dozens and hundreds of the verso around Chakhley Forest, from methyl mercaptan scored in the apartments of the windows, polished, cracks and still went in a stalking cough. Twenty years after the hydrostation gave a current, the city turned into one of the most dangerous to health. They built the city of the future, and built a slowly active gas chamber under the open sky. The people went on the square to protest, these protests, as everywhere, were used to dump the old power, but came new - and themselves protests stopped, because the new one knew the surest way to fight discontent: not to do one better, another worse, And even regret everything, and then in the hunt for a piece of bread, granting an animal for any life, people will forget about such a fad, like clean air and clean water.
But it was later. Later, its apartment in the city, in a good house, changed Pashuta to the neighborhood: it was poisoned in the city from emergency emissions from the plant before it was laying, unable to get up. The microdistrict was built aside, believed - it's cleaner. But the difference or was not at all, or she turned out to be so small that it could not be felt. I also changed for the sake of the salaries for the larger area, which was left, but this season sailed in three months. In the microdistrict, I became a stash to bring a mother for the winter. And somewhere far, far as in another life, it remained that she climbed the girl, taken out of the shelter, which immediately after inspired youth had to put on a single mother's grave: work, kindergarten, then school, replaced during the diseases of the girl, Neoscopeable rucking around the city in search of the milk, then medicines, then warm clothes. With single drunk women, youth flies quickly - and now it was already necessary to notice that even less and less wish remains, the ever-raising look and all deserts and fleeting days. It did not make a close circle of friends, did not become bright holidays, intoxicating attachments ... that it happened to happen as if from grace. All this even as if it was placed in front of her with open doors, but no one had called out of them, as before, but she didn't want to knock himself.
From one surprise she could not free themselves: as of what began here, it turned out what was ... Pashuta brought water to the pellets, found a terry towel and the section of Donaga's mother. Turn-to-deploy, undressing, it was a flour, the body was not fledged to the end, it was fucked in the lower back with a dry crunch - as if the bones broke. But it was still to wash, turning with her side on the side, it was to wear up, upside down. Pashuta covered the naked body, the sheet and hurriedly came out.
Lord, what does she do?! It was probably possible to find the old women in the afternoon, so that they were waved and accomplished the rite as it should be! .. But she did not know where to look for these old women. They wash familiar, girlfriends in old age, age and position prepared for this role, and there was no such Aksinyi, she was here, without leaving the apartment, did not know. There were no nearby and Pashuta, but to go to the city, call women with whom she had long lost acquaintance, did not want.
But the most important thing is: if there are other people's hands to wash, then everything else will have to do with other people's hands. No, you need to replace your heart to be replaced so that it is not afraid, but cope with the most. And immediately tell yourself that she does not have another exit.
Mother quite became a bad month and a half ago. Before that, she went down to the table and waited with a pitiful smile when she was naping tea. He complained about the water - water is not as in Lena, something injured. I asked timidly, is there any letters from the village.
- From whom do you expect a letter? - Pashuta did not smoke, but her voice was rude, as a procuing; Changes, becomes a formless figure, changes and nutro. This voice scared mother.
- Who is a thread, look, will write. I asked Lisa to write. How to find out without a letter, what is there going there.
- No one, mother, will not write. Do not wait.
I could not overpower the stash: "Mom" did not pronounce.
It she picked up a month and a half ago, already with a tank, influenza and infected her mother. That at all stopped climbing, it was necessary to carry it in his arms. Two weeks fed it from the spoon. The body was dryed, it came into the bone and became easy. At this time, Aksinya Egorovna lived in the village and spoke not with Pashuto, who did not recognize, but with Liza, a rustic neighbor, asking her about a cow, about a very drinking son-in-law, about his grandchildren ... she remembered them by name. I asked about the living, about the dead. And her voice in a conversation with Liza became stronger, and the memory strangled from the depths, and the face was warm up - no, the village, the village was constantly on her mind, she only breathing the village.
In the last week, she again, albeit with great difficulty, began to substitute the short-lived legs, went into memory. But already silent - I didn't want to talk about anything, everything was silent in it. The death included quietly and imperceptibly (and Pashuta believed that it was returning to life), she slept for a long time, almost idle, lying on his back upwards to the little man.
In a dream and pushed out the last sigh.
Pashuta wicked mother, coped with this. Rather, it was not wrapped, but he won a wet towel. The skin was no longer blushing, remaining parchment, the body as it were, something from the inside, smoothing the extra worn. And then, when dressed, breaking the body, felt how it was sick.
But before putting in farewell clothing, Pashuta rested again. Each new movement required more and more determination and strength. But this is only the beginning. But it was governed by almost insensitive, without suffering, with some kind of shock and deafness, caught up: Further, further ... It was not a daughter who had troubles over his mother, and some embarrassing and a soulless roaring creature that took place. She herself became scary for his devastation: Is it still a person? And it became terrible, and it was necessary to use this insensitiousness to catch.
The mother lay a bunched, solemn, with arms crossed on his chest, with combless hair under a dark handkerchief, tied under the chin. They were tied together and elongated, widow the fallen legs. Such peace was on her face, as if she did not leave anyone, even a little business left. Before in the morning, stumbling, not undressing, faced a short time to fool the body with rest, especially the legs that will have to carry on this day without pity. And for some reason, the eyes were tired of tired, as if she was not unrequisite to look at the bright light.
She passed, should be from an hour, not lying and saving strength on it. And for a quarter of an hour to six rose, I put the kettle. She had to have time before they go to work. And go far. It was necessary to go to the railway village for thirty kilometers from the city, but in the city trait; The same squeaks did their own line in one way, being scattered and representing the creation of ugly, shapeless. On the bus, she will reach the station, and there is an electric train. Must have time. Previously, it will not work, it will come to the first bus. But if it still does not have time, it will not find the house - it will go to work. It is impossible to return to anything.
Just agreed Stas.
She went to the same person who first called her Pashuto, who said that she was a hearty woman, this would be that they feel satisfying at her, calmly. And he knew her. Eight years in a row, both lonely, battered life, they warmed with each other. That she came to him, he is to her. It was a long time ago: everything, worthy of memory, it was a long time ago, recent years just caused it and humiliated. She and the connection with Stas broke because she was ashamed to show himself, the patient, blossomed too, "abroad". They met now quite rarely; Once or two a year, he looked at the duties of a kind heart, tried to crush her, reproaches for a braveness, and left, she saw, upset.
Stas she called him about himself, and before him - Stas Nikolayevich. He stayed for her for her by a person of another circle - formed, multigid, gathered neatly into a pleasant order, so nothing in his clothes, nor in speech, nor in behavior. At the construction site, he started with the dispatching, his voice was broadcast through the loudspeaker far - and always without a scream. Then how the engineer raised the aluminum plant. He died early the wife was killed, which he was very loved, died in his eyes during the descent on elastic bands along the mountain river, where he dragged her, leaving him, except for a three-year-old son, a sense of guilt. Son had to send to his parents to Ryazan; He learned, there and remained. And Stas, for a long time, he moved from work to work, almost went to drink, but he retained and moved from the city to this Plugged village, bought a small wooden house here and, already after placing a pension last year, worked in the joinery.
In addition to Stas, not a single person left for Pashuta, who would be able to trust.
She went to the bus in the dark, scored raw stinking fog. She went to the stop and fought in the cough. Before what they will make emergency emissions in the fog - as if it was the fog, there was no place from where, and they have nothing to do with it. But without indignation I remembered them staste. They were previously inaccessible, although they admitted openly that they were creating lawlessness, now they turned into celestials at all, to contact which you can only become recognized gods giving a piece of bread. And for him all says. And not to them, as everything around, looked for a stash, but to his unhealthy, to his sins. For sins are punished.
Weakly pushed into it: something little people in the bus. But as pushed: Thank God, you can not push the carcass to your feet, but to sit down, let the legs be overlooking. But the train was free. Pashuta began to rummage in memory and hardly worn, that today Saturday, day for the lower thick people of non-working. It was possible and not to hurry. Today they hise on their pedals who swinging money, all sorts of "Kummersanta", as Aksinha Egorovna vocabulary, and bankers. But they come out later and do not go to buses.
Pashuta did not remember whether Tanka is studying on Saturdays.
In half the eighth, at dawn, when a little bit fog, she came to the house of Stas with two windows in the alley. Behind the windows stood darkness. Sleeps Stas or not at home? She had not seen him for a long time; He had a phone, but she did not come to mind to call. And when would she call? Another half did not pass, as the mother was departed; It seems to have long. And these half fell on the night. The decisions that she took was not the result of the work of thought, not the signals sent to the brain and returning with the answers back, directed it - it was no longer angry, but would like something at the right moment from a cuited heart And pushed.
At eight, without waiting from the windows of the light from the hydraulic station, which they with Stas were built, Pashuta called. No, no wonder it was built: the light flashed. Stas opened without a window. Following him, half agencies, she did not ask about anything, she passed into the house, dropped the jacket and would soon be removed from under the severity.
They sat for tea in the kitchen, in a naked, without shutter, the window of which joked with flies, flew the fog cosmas, rummaged in black and sharp winds of the apple tree, and visited a canopy with a workbench on the left side and a firewood full-time. Everything dreamed for the crude autumn night and stood dull. Raw muddy painful light.
Pashuta drew to tea, saw and drank. Stas poured twice. He was in the old fur skewer-sleeveless, thrown on the shirt, strong hands went with force. The cooling cooler of the electric stove in the corner, and nearby, near the door, cracked in the oven live fire. In wooden houses, everything got together - both old and new. In front, the oven went into the kitchen, and the back to the only and spacious room.
Pashuta said the death of the mother, but the most important thing that came, was silent, waiting for the right moment. Shaking among the rare conversation, it was anxiously peered out the window: time went. Time went, and nothing has been done, the day has started to press the car from him. So good before it happened to Stas! It seems to be immersed in another, the unreal life given for the suffering, where he wondered everything to her, everything brought consolation, and how the warm-taining water was published on the shore, meeting with cold fruitlessness. Here, in these walls, she seemed to and remained constantly the one of her part, which did not lose joy, came to a date with her, here replenished her spiritual reserves. And Stas only arranged these meetings, led her, coming, secret strokes to the living in a happy navigation.
And now it's not to find it here.
Pashuta watched Stas: the wrong person. He kept still straight and therefore seemed high, everything is the same short string gray big head. Next to her, he looked at least where, and she did a right thing, going away from him, having robing Stas from the inevitably appearing feelings of pity and squeamishness. But the wrinkles in the obligant, courageously blinded face with a volitional chin were still deeper than, coughed and did not emphasize, but rather crossed the masculinity, the life lost the goal. And Zagas in the eyes of the famous surveillance, flashed unexpectedly and brightly, like zipper, who knew how to combat. The eyes watched sadly and patiently.
There was no time to pull. Pashuta, as in the ground went heavy, and here moved to the goal without subtleties. Nothing that could be subordinate to the request, soften it, was not, she asked directly:
- You, Stas Nikolaevich, will not make us a coffin?
- Coffin? "It was impossible to understand whether he was surprised. But looked at her with a long gaze, forgetting the mug with tea on the weight. Is there a coffin there? They have a rule: your dead man, and our coffin. Is not it?
She left: so. And finally said what he had already begun for the night. Said a slowdown, indulging words:
"I, Stas Nikolaevich, conceived the mother herself to bury." Without them. I have nothing to go to them.
He involuntarily switched to the same reprimand, granting each word:
- Without them, dear stash, not to get there. This is not a village. Sell \u200b\u200bheart, liver, spleen, soul ... Now everyone buys, but go to them.
- No one will buy my liver-spleen. I would sell ... - and with disgust refused: - I'm lying, I will not sell. And I will not sell, and I will not go to them.
"Many have nothing to go with anything," he continued, without convincing, and looking for a way out that could be suggested. - But they collect somehow. Now and bury: with the world on a penny. We collect and you. You have relatives, friends, acquaintances ...
She freed her voice and - it seemed - he answered with relief:
- I'm alone.
- Everyone has. You do not exhibit your pride. Not the case.
- Do you have relatives, friends? She asked, who would have "pride". - What are you silent, Stas Nikolayevich? Are you now? And how many of them were seen near you! Do not break water to the coffin! To many you will go, so that the legs carry?
- Our legs for another reason are not carried. You confuse ...
Pashuta interrupted it. On her, wound, pronounced, with a pile of offense, humiliation, bewilderment and bitterness, which was unrequited in the chest, burning it, found an evil inspiration - the most that does not endure pain, but only it is exposed.
- What is it to be confused?! - she interrupted. - What is it to be confused, Stas Nikolaevich? I did not wear anyone with you, but all around, everything! Time has come such a fault, all the earth failed, what lived ... nothing became. Watch acquaintances - your eyes hide, do not recognize. It was necessary to first erase all the same, then start these orders without shame and without conscience. We are still hiding eyes, do not know each other - ashamed ... Shame from our old times has been preserved. Everyone was given voluntarily, I did not move my finger ... And myself passed myself. Now shame. And we did not know what would be ashamed. - She was packed and turned sharply, seeing that he would take a conversation aside, where only the heart was heading. - Let's give! - she agreed. - If you ask, bow to go. They will give someone to give. From the last. Well, I'm pressing in Plastunski, maybe one hundred thousand. And I need a hundred times a hundred times. No, I will not speak my tongue - come and ask. And what else to ask - I do not know.
Stas carefully reminded:
- You have a daughter there.
"The daughter I was rigorous," Pashuta said Ducho. - And she lives with a boy in the last rage. Girl gave me to study. Lives alone, without a man. This is my relatives. There is a distant, but so long that I know her badly. The mother had four, alive I alive. Everything is not normal true, Stas Nikolayevich?
- Do not panic. Where did your hardness came?
- Remains with me. And then a lot. With her worse. It is not for theft, not for the rowing, I will soon be angry.
The fog went out, the light outside the window became greater, but he remained gray, tired. I thought the wind. Jablodka languished such a longing, faster thanks to the blacks and Koriyi and screamed by branches on the glass that it was hurt to watch it. I could not quit in the winter could not get lost in the winter, did not recruit dry frost, so that snow fell. Everything too looked.
"But the Earth, thank God, Tala," thought Pashuta. And again shone it with an impending day: she has not achieved anything yet. And it's time to ...
"Well, I will make a coffin," Stas asked, "and where are you with him?" Next what? Which office, under what print? This is all needed!
Pashuta and nodded here: it would take ... but it would not be necessary.
- I haven't said everything yet. "And, speaking, I looked at him intently, not to divertious eyes." He mentioned the hardness - here she is hardness. - I will not need anything, Stas Nikolayevich. We will not have a death certificate, because there was no registration. And here, probably, you can achieve ... For money, you can now achieve. - She paused, saying that she could not seek it. And repeated: - I need a coffin, Stas Nikolayevich. I myself will abandon the grave.
- Where?
- We have a wasteland. The place is dry. And from me not far.
On Stas, it made an impression. He rose, hung over the table on long hands.
- But this is not a funeral, Pashuta. It's too - buried! .. - He restrained, did not continue.
"To burned," she agreed.
- Take and burrow?! You are crazy, stash! After all, it has a man's Russian life with you. And you - buried!
He switched to a whisper. On whisper rattle.
- God forbid that you are not buried, Stas Nikolayevich. And we - okay. I agree on the burden. - And returned: it's not about her now. - If there is a coffin, everything else I will do myself.
- ka-ak? He sought. - You all thought out, but how? How are you lucky, how will you beat the earth? There is probably a stone ... in the city! There's a city, people! All this must be retaling, Pashuta. Stand! This is a man, your mother, not a dog! - And one more with fear remembered: - You will not give people saying about it.
- With her there is no one to say goodbye. - Pashuta looked into the window somewhere far away, feeling in the eyes of the tears squeeze. But no, not to cry, never cry for anything. - I brought it into such a wonderful place that no one knew her here. She almost did not come out on the street. - Pashuta shook. - Okay, Stas Nikolayevich, no - so there is no. I will tell you the latest. I have no money, there is nothing ... But if they were ... You know, it seems to me: I would still have to do so.
"You were not crazy," he answered frowning.
- Oh, what I was, Stas Nikolaevich! Is it now to compare! - And he knocked all the constipation, the tears were poured, and, without having time to put his hands, knocking on the table head, shook in sobbers who broke out with a torn ugly scream.
Stas confusedly went nearby, stroked her on his head, on Pegogo-colored loud hair, left and silently stroked again, feeling, with some helpless blindness in his hands and eyes. And now, now, with his experience and the mind, she walked the expensive that Pashuta chose, peering where impassable places could be. They were everywhere from beginning to end.
Pashuta forced himself to calm down and raised her head. He asked:
- When did you like to do it?
She did not break, realizing that made him agree.
- Tomorrow is Sunday. People sleep will sleep.
- Yes, because by custom on the third day? ..
What was explained? All here is across the customs, for everything to answer. Pashuta after tears ordered even more. Stas switched to the room and someone called.
"Serega," he said to the phone. - Come to me. I really need you. Let's come on, Serega, I would not drive you on trifles. Come on. Pashuta attached to the house when he noticed a tank standing in the distance, among stiff topols, which the house tried to break from the road. In a blue jacket with a hooded hood, with uncoated linen hair, somehow particularly purely and sadly fed-smiling in the Pasomuri of the day, she wandered here, should be long ago. Walked twelve hour. Pashuta suspended, waiting for the approaching girl.
- I told you - not to appear until the evening! What are you doing here?
Tanka was silent, quickly and with a fear throws onto a stash and lowering eyes.
- Was there a school at school? - Pasha school called school. Yes, she, youngster, to school would also go, and not in the institution where they just do not get.
- N-no.
- And who will pay for your "no"? - In the School for every missed lesson, and for each twice, it was assumed to pay - all the men's thousands. Ushinsky and Sukhomlinsky, who offered their famous educational systems, did not think before. To think - we needed the minds of decisive, daring, broad state-wide, and the time immediately presented.
Tanka gained a spirit, raised his whites on a stash, in hemp, a round face shuddering from the unkind premonition:
- What happened to us, grandmother? Why did you kill me?
Pashuta hard thought to say how to do with the girl. In the evening she was not thinking - and here the tank here.
- What do you have an old grandmother died?
"Let's go," the girl jerked over himself. Now there is no longer anything else. In the apartment stood the smell - still not straighten, but grief. In the residential walls smelled to run and bitterness, there was a disembodied creature in them, which comes in difficult days to play some kind of ritual. Pashuta sniffed, smelled like from sheepskin, from which the respiration of life, her thoroughly bent.
Tankka threw off the jacket, passed and sat down, prepared for a conversation, on his couch, nervously rekinding her eyes and folded his hands on the shifted knees. Bed Pashuta stood in the same room behind the cabinet. Now they will be able to disperse, each will have their own room.
- came so came - ok, - the beginning of the stash, leaving the mother. Maybe it is for the better. An old grandmother died from us, that's you really guessed, "her voice did not change with these words, did not flinch, she thought about something that the appearance of the girl was still prevented. - Our grandmother did the right thing that did not pull. Do not look at me so, I am a rough old woman. And to pretend to be learned. Grandmother and season chose the most appropriate - before in winter. She all arranged for us as better. And now, Tatiana, listen. - She sank with the girl near the couch. - Grandma I will bury the Alignment. Furious I will bury, at night so that people do not see. There is no money in the cemetery - we have no money with you. And I do not want to beat. And still listen. Neither mother nor anyone I did not give to know. Then let's say. And you as long as you are silent.
Tanka sat, froze, staring his eyes into the wall.
"From now on, you will have to become quite an adult," Pashuta continued. - We once wait for us when it happens. Fucked children's joy ... Although so joy, you are mine, you, however, was not much ... Take it, now for a share. You will have everything, there will be joys ... In the meantime, we will have to take the hospitality. "And, having spoiled, pushed to the first step:" Go, look at the grandmother. "
Tanka went. Pashuta was left to sit: the legs did not raise, they rejoiced with piercing blowing blows. But it was now possible to succumb now and weaknesses after the manifestation. She returned from Stas, having achieved more than expected. Now, if nothing bits from the course, and the most important thing is if nothing is opposed to the challenge, it will be easier. At the Mother's grave, when she stands in front of the grave (and so far before and so unreliable!) When the judgment looks at the bottom, what is there inglorious happening and who started it, she will not hide. God sees, Stasy it was not at all soul.
Tanka came out, sat down next to, shuddering and frightened to pressing. Pierced the girl. From this day, and without instructions, Pashuta will not just fifteen, and fifteen with this afternoon, which will pull oh how much. Not a mother sorry, not myself, and her. Mother and sins suffered with them ... Lord, what kind of sins of her! - all life in work and timidity; I waved my stupid for myself for a long time, I would only have a crawling until the end ... But it's easier to live without hope than to die for the Union. Tanka - Girl affectionate, preserved in the forest. We must not lose it, in the city at every step of perch. Lord, what is this world, if he decided to do without good people, if everything that gives rise and nourish good, went to the landfill?!
- Did your grandmother believed in God? - asked unexpectedly tank.
Pashuta wrapped her face to her and carefully bridered. That's so insuffling! She asked what Pashuta was afraid to think. "There will understand," it seemed to her. There's there, but also here, it turns out, you need to understand. That's what she avoided it - to understand here. It's one thing - rough, contrary to the rules, to shoot a robust soul, and completely different - if and there the soul is the home of the native, where it is waiting for it.
"I don't know," she replied sullenly. Answered not only Tanka. "How," I didn't believe it, she was a man's old life.
- She asked me to buy her church in the church ...
- And you bought? - intensely asked Pashuta.
- Little such. Virgin. In the palm enters.
- How did I not see?
- She stands on the shelf. You did not notice.
Pashuta thought. She easily leaving the conversation and now thought that it was necessary to rise and build a new, more definite order was scheduled. Bashed. Almost reached, she saw how it was wondering to her strange, unfilled, schematic figure to hurry. But so I did not want to wince from the girls, as never, looking for caress today and words!
"You need to baptize," I remember what they talked about, she said.
- Are you baptized?
- Not! - With such an ease, as now, she served her voice and with such a difficulty softened. - I fell out about me there is no conversation. And you live.
- But I saw: very old congestion.
- You, then you are in the church?
- We come from the Sonya of interest. There are very old, which are born from Soviet power ...
- From whom were born? - Pashuta fused.
- Well, it says so.
"They say ... How is it deftly saying? .. Well," she sugone. - Raise, or what?
And - Promedlil. Tanka suddenly sniffed to her, hugged, pushed his head in the chest. Pashuta was confused:
- Well, what are you! What are you!
"Grandma, you talk to me, talk! .." The desperate whisper rushed out of the tank. "You are silent, I don't know why you are silent ... I'm not small, I will understand." Why didn't you tell me yesterday? .. Do you think that I'm NOTOR, and I am my own ... I want to be native. I want to help you, I want you to be alone! We are together, grandmother, together! ..
Pashuta froze. Today she already gave slack - in Stas, when he was bursting. If it breaks the tears again - it's bad. She ordered himself to measure so that no sound would break out of her subsoil, until she rolls back the wave of sweet pain, intercepted the throat, not yet tested. Something else remains in it, something produces these sensitive attacks. She calmed down and only after that she hugged her tank in response, pressed awkward and promised:
"With whom I still talk, like not with you!" I have no one else.
"I will be sixteen - I can wash at the entrance." Or telegrams cut out - I found out. I can ... I can, grandmother! - poured again tank on a tear whisper. She straightened up and, blinking often from tears and tension, I was looking for, I was looking for a lot of changes that could happen from her impulse. She would like, raising his head, see the stash is completely different - affectionate and affordable. Pashuta understood her and hated himself even more.
She said:
- Purchase, Tatiana.
She did not say: Thank you, cute girl; So we got even closer.
"Let's open the door," Tanka suggested, climbing the first. - She's all alone.
I myself also dissolved the door.
As in life, Aksinya Egorovna was imperceptible, quiet, all trying to hide in the surprise, and now she lay she was a simtor, and in death, in the only day released to her for suggestion remaining, did not take the main place. Not a single offense left it Pop # Wrinkled face, yesterday to dryness covered with skin, smoothed out of some last posthumous blow. The kind of mother, a solemn and smarmer, as if confirming that, for nothing, she cares about the dashing godine, she had long reassured in a stash: everything should work out. But already at the door, leaving to buy an upholstery for a coffin and something for the conclusion of the table, she again felt the endlessness and disappropriateness of his call, which should be laid in a strict time frame.
But he drove. Do not rain still, but a small viscous bead sticking to clothes. All the circle was tightened with sullen heavy bearing. Dining time, but no day. In the fifth hour knocked the guy and, when they let him, briefly and sullenly asked:
- Here?
"Here," answered Pashuta.
Neither he knew them, nor they, but could not come to this apartment in this apartment. No one in Pasha needed, no one came to her for a long time, they will not go dirty people, outside who can see for what doors there lives poverty and for whatever wealth.
It was Serega, from Stas Nikolayevich, - a low, wide and mighty shot down, with a brush of mustache, which is called wheat. Unfortunately had the case, and he did not hide her whole view that he was "mobilized," looking out of deeply seated eyes with sympathy and at the same time with annoyance. Sit refused.
"We'll go, aunt, watch, where," he said impatiently. And in the fact that I called the "aunt", like a bus or in the bazaar, also felt displeasure: the day was rugged, ripped and night, and this means that tomorrow, too, will not. "Maybe the light though slightly grabbed," he added gloomily, he added to the weather.
And it was already not, the lights are. His low raw heaven hide him, scored everything to be seeded. In the window stood twilight. Blurred, like a high mountain, dark forest for the wasteland, where it was to go.
Pashuta began to dressed hastily. Tanka from the doorway into a large room was looking at the segue with a fright - as for the messenger of something unearthly, terrible. She was terribly left alone with the late and terribly asked to go somewhere in the impending darkness along with this harsh envoy of what was happening around inevitability. In a storming storming, the sweaters and broken kizzoy boots, dense, strong, Serge kept before it confidently, firmly, that Pashuta calmed down again. She climbed into the same jacket and the same boots as in the morning, there was no other boots for swollen legs. Tanka listened to the fence to weld the meat brought by pate, and besides, and Kissel also cook - unquestioned, at this moment and not understanding that it was required of it. She rushed to the window when they came out, and through the watery twilight examined that they were sitting in the green "Niva", which was at first to right, to the neighboring neighborhood, but stopped and began to unfold left, to the road leading to the airport.
"If you go from the microdistrict, from the other side and in the forest can still be stagged," the staste judged. - It is better to rise from the road, there is far from housing, there is less in good weather. " But who will go to such mochable? What is there now to do? The weather is the most thieves, but for some special, like her, Pashuta, theft, from whom the property of someone suffers, and the human foundations themselves. Against something too serious and saint performed Pashuta; How to know if now, at these moments, the Almighty and Fair Council: to allow, even from mercy, her preparing attempt ... what attempt? - Pashuta has not yet been decided to think.
They moved from asphalt, as soon as the pine tree rose to the right above. Showed where to go, and not knowing where, stupid. Both microdistrics around the ravine were lying in a bunch of small trembling lights. Pashuta wanted to be with the place they choose her house. She recognizes him on the springboard, he now bent over the high bank of the ravine as a walkway, under which she seemed to be dark water.
But - if you see the house, you would have to watch wherever neither take, from the landfill - so it was littered, packed with glass, littered with banks and packages, burned in the fires, flooded and sanguated to the Middle of the ravine and the city of Forest. We must move on. But move away so as not to leave. Otherwise, you will not get metering with her outstanding legs.
We left for the clearing among the parel; Serega slowed down and first came out. I got out, already seeing what they found, and Pashuta. There were pines around, and with dark, from the northern side, highly and mighty rummaged from one root, disperse, as Siamese twins, at the height of human growth two larches. There could be no other such in the whole forest. Will stand like a guard over the maternal grave. Yes, here to breed the grave, you can not search for anything else. Polyanka is small, but must be cheerful and welcoming with the light and sun, in a soft coniferous litter with a roof grass. From the city weakly flashed through the forest lights, but the city remained not far away, and the uterine rumble stood in the air. But he is heard in the cemetery; For those who move there, there are other protection, one more protection. She will be here. It is necessary only to make her deeper.
Seryoga dropped from the car a shovel and Lomik, ordered Pashut to overtake the "work". He said so - "work," without resorting to the Word, which did not want to pronounce. On city lights, Pashuta was centered, where the East and where the West, to properly deploy the grave, and did an incision. While it was not dark at all, Serega went to mumble in the ground directly to the road trail. Pashuta heard on the way back he metrate trees with stalks showing the road. Returned, took a shovel from her and earned how the car.
Hemnelly up to a slightly joyful darkness and stopped. The sky was still deafly tightened, still drizzled, not a bead, but a small quiet rain, but the distinguishable dancer of something huge, emitting through any obstacle stood above the ground like a luminescence of a single permanent life. The weather grew by the electric glow of the city, pressed many and many thousands of lights, trembling somehow lonely and doomed, and this unknown and deep podtachi nights was not able to squeeze.
Holded through the forest with a cold breeze, was noisy in pines and poketed, after a minute again.
Serge was bent and blended, bent and blended, already on the belt in the pit. He had to drip, and he led the deepening with docks, carefully folding the earth with the left side of himself. The soil turned out to be puff, after the black ground was clay, in which the shovel was visited, but felibiously, then the clay with sand, and she crashed, she slaughtered, stained with a hilly back, then stones screamed. Seryoga climbed the lombing, illuminated the bottom of the bottom. Plannyak lay there. He went down again and went to twist the plate with a scribe, pulling off blows with powerful movements. The plate was leaving late, but did not take a sapper shovel. Seryoga began to throw it into his hands.
The wind touched more and more often, overhanging the rain. In pines from the rain and from the wind no longer no longer, and this noise was also by the way, without him, the strikes of the iron would have been dropped far away. Everything was before luck by the way. To hide into the car, where he sent her sega, so as not to Mokla, she did not want stash. For some reason, it was necessary to mock and disturb, but be close to this all deepening rectangular jama, attending it. She did not feel any feelings, but only attended. Coldness, indifference, indifference scared it more and more; She asked himself, who realizes that this grave of his mother with a knock unfolds before her, the abyss, which mother will be absorbed forever, and seemed to her that he did not understand. Not enough for this, no mind nor feelings, nor ideas, everything was shortened, weaker, died. Bury mother, and it will be necessary to think about how to deal with you.
Seryoga got out and smoked.
"Let's go," he said.
"Little," Pasha resistedly objected and took a flashlight, illuminated. - Little guy.
"I know that there is little," he answered without irritation. - The rest then. Now you have to go.
Go down on the asphalt, and he stopped the car, came out, something that's noted, then for loyalty I took a piece of the speedometer on a piece of paper. The work reconciled him with his role that fell out, and, wet, smeared by mud, he was fun, inspired, was ready to talk.
- We chose a good place with you ...
"Good," Pashuta agreed.
- Here I think: don't you book the next to you? I do not like a crowd, too, I would not refuse to evil.
"You're far from this ..." In the car with an included stove stove, it began to warm, heated in it and feelings, she spoke sincerely. "It would be someone to convey our will, I told God-torn with my mother."
Seryoga understood it in his own way:
- Called you?
- strain.
- And you resist.
- What am I doing? Why did you fuck me, if I do not resist?! Just like: Some resist - I want to live. And I do not want to live like that, I do not know how. I have the feet of patients - to fall on your knees. And the back will not bend.
- Baba should be gentle or such as you, - made a seagile conclusion. You can in half. And they dug out, Dergany.
- Tell you, what men went?
- I know. Guys went as tanks - to perform a combat job. Without brains. Who will pay, he shoots such a man.
Locking a stash near the house, Seryoga warned:
"I'm at Stas Sosina an hour, then we will arrive if he is ready."
... Tanka slept, curling the ball on the couch. The meat on the electric stove was no longer boiled, but roasting in the puffed saucepan. Before the killer, it did not come. The girl fell asleeping from fear, and to recover from her would be sinner. I did not and stumbups to mess with Kisel. Is it possible to deceive the rejected order with one kissel?! So much was the trouble that she did not know what to take, but all this could be troubles from the old ritual, but Pashuta went past, not worrying about her, so it was possible, it seemed to do nothing.
She just was able to make himself clean the potatoes. Guys, when they return from the forest, you need to feed. I can not call this, but you need to feed it, pour a glass. Potatoes were small, it was necessary to clean it, locked and thoughts, and the heart, bolding into the only thing this occupation. Small will have to fry in the oven.
It seems that it is called: French potatoes. Russian grief in French sounds beautiful. Stas with Seragoy arrived only in the morning. The first scratched Stas, knocked quietly, and followed by him, clasping the side of his hands a long direct item wrapped in a burlap, Serega rose. He filed this subject in the door of Stas, he accepted and put the end to the wall right. Filed with a tree, Smat.
In order not to turn, threw off the boots, they spoke in a low voice. Together, it would not be too long - untied the burlap, threw it off, clinging for the corners, and accepted the coffin on their hands, respectfully held it from two ends, while the stool was stuck. And as soon as it, in a small hallway, they installed it, new, from fresh golden-amber pine board, sharply and sweetly smelling, not just scaly in four boards, and high and spacious, sunny, consigned to the headboard, and in the legs lick With a humpback with a hid, but as soon as this cover was removed and the body of Aksinyi Egorovna opened - it was no longer a product of the hands of Stas, over which he slept all day, and something that appeared on the highest will, a huge, important, filling out of an apartment, But the whole house. From time immemorial, they call this abode of human strugnure home. The lateral ribbed walls of it, at an angle divergent, so that it was not closely in the elbows and did not give the chest, and again shifted, the tent ceiling, the total form, the "architecture" - all inspired the respect and tremble, from all the heart died.
Domin for Aksiny Egorovna was built on the first category, nothing will say anything. Sin offended. But this home needed was still to be aligned with warmth and decoration. Red material for upholstery Pashuta bought. She climbed into debt, spent, but the material was under the coffin - festive and stern. They she began to put out the bed, fastening it with the buttons. Stas helped her. Talked in a whisper. Seryoga asked tea, Pashuta sent him to the kitchen to dispose of himself. Late because of it: he, having stopped home, fell asleep.
I didn't know anything, I didn't know anything stupid from the rite, I went to the funeral in defending, not looking into the rules. And now she lined up home in his mind: an upheld with a rag of a bed and a roof, under his back lay a light quilted blanket - not from new, under the head a pad - as for sleep.
And it was in a hurry, and was not in a hurry, the movements constrained themselves, measuring the laid rhythm.
And how much device? Pashuta straightened and nodded Stas. Together, without tearing off from stools, they suffered a coffin, put it next to the Aksigni Egorov. Raised her, picking up from two sides under the back, lowered into a new choir. Conveniently lay down Aksinya Egorovna, not closely. Pashuta corrected her hands, handkerchief on her head; Remembering the icon, removed it from the shelf and laid under his arms.
Now at home. Now at home, Aksinha Egorovna, and together with the house we will go to the land. We will go to the true opposition limits where you were waited. Only this and scared out of the heart of Pashuta, begging slowly, Gulko, like from under the oppression.
Tanka woke up and stood in the door, looking at the eyes expanded from horror. An old grandmother lay face to her, and so much for half a minute told her her face in the coffin frame, calmed down, lit by the inadequate light, facing it alone, that the sensitive shower of the girl fell. Not safely lying Aksinya Egorovna in front of Tanka, but stood, like she, in the frame of the day off, turning around with all the body for farewell. How much will you have to tootte yourself - all my life! - To understand that frequently, as it was said.
Pashuta covered mother on white, carefully pushed out of all sides, stood with a minute and went to collect a bag. Stas with Seragoya lowered the lid on home and impressed nails. All without a knock, with rare, muted words. Watching them eat. Tanka suddenly realized that she would go away, all with an old grandmother would go away, and only her were going to leave here. She screamed without holding back:
- And I! And I! With you! Together!
She was covered with her, Tanka was frightened even more, repeating:
- And I! And I!
- Where is it? - heavy whisper asked Pashuta.
"Nowhere," Serega shrugged. - Rear seat we removed.
Tanka imploringly looked at Stas, feeling in him the main thing. That's what it means: there is no person - one fear, some tears, one plea. Stas surrendered.
"Somehow fit," he said.
Gathered, prepared. Aksinhu Egorovn was ahead. They went on the left, raised it on long cloth harnesses, acquiring the coffin with their right hands, opened the door, moved. Pashuta kept tank - let them demolish - and stood up the window to see when they leave. All in secret, everything is like Tathi.
On Sello Street. In the cold premise was raw, but without rain. I praised the wind gusts. Pashuta sat on the front seat next to Seragia, Stas with Tanya settled behind, next to Aksigni Egorovnaya, whose domain was supervised out. They pull the mountain - it will start sliding ... But now it was important to drive away from the eye from the eye, they will strengthen. Mostly soon! ..
"But lucky. While lucky," I thought Pashuta, staring in the road dropped in front of the light. And no longer her - an extraneous thought continued: "It was possible to do all of this in broad day. No one would pay attention. No one sees anything now."
On the road from the city, they stopped, tied the back door, threw a loop on the coffin from the same climbing material, the ends of Her Stas wrapped on his hand. Tanka watched horror how he sits on the coffin riding, just calling him, exactly going to spur. But, it should be, and Stas figured out that he was not good and kneel around.
Serega still lost the reversal. He noted, noted to the meter, how many from him before the entrance of the Pashutyny House, and back, turning on the speed, the memory did not turn on. I stopped once, and the other, but in the unclean interhesion of darkness and light, carbon monoxide emissions and moroka, the trail was impossible to see it, and the forest on the right tower solid, deaf grumbling under the wind by the wall. With a whisper, stealing, Serge strongly turned back.
Back I went asin Yegorov, must be the first of the dead.
- Six kilometers of four hundred meters, - grimly, as Serega announced louder.
Pashuta did not take a turn for a bad sign. If everything from beginning to end is not so, then by netaka and it is so. But the light, light, over the city marked the sky. She covered her eyes, listening, how he rides in a spacious home mother.
Six kilometers of four hundred meters from the heading of Seryoga stopped, made the steps ten and eloquently threw his hands toward the forest. Found. Now in the mountain, in the mountain ... On the skiing slippery climb, the engine was rushed. And beat, beat the stone, now alone, replacing each other. They beat Kyle and scrap, from mighty, on the whole removal of forces, sterling shocks was shaken by Polyana. Raw clouded, the day again promised to be blind. In pines walked the buzz of the wind; Rolled from the West, where Taiga stood, and here, near the Polyana, fell into the emptiness, accurately broke on the shore, rolling out the weak exhale back. Again the shaft and again with the returns back and with small rare splashes with small rare splashes.
Aksinhu Egorovna left in the car alone. Tanka went to the forest, stumbled in a stagger near the men, then approaching, then leaving the board thrown out of the car. When Serega descended down, it seemed that he had only to be expelled, but he, who swept, stamped, with the land stuffed in the mustache, threw his body upstairs, the turn had a higher, hardly on his head, Stas - and could be seen: little. Without feelings, it should be left without a dog plan. Sitting on short, folded alone on another boards and looking at the coffin sticking out of the car, listening to the humorous dimensional stroke of pointed iron about the stone, stumbled over again until the inems from the tension and two in a row of sleepless nights, with difficulty came to herself And still stiffed in the coffin, waiting for her shame for the inability to pain and, without waiting, shaking off from numbness, rose. Rising once again, she noticed that Stas lengthens the grave with a new cut in squirrel to retreat from the unfailed huge stone in the headboard. Spacious out for Aksinyi Egorovna home, but the grave came out more spacious. And around such a space near Sun, which is not tapering, such a bust of the wind in heavy tight branches that music will sound in day and night.
Lord, how good is not to see what is being done on this earth!
Pashutu pushed: next to the grave on wooden bars, sliced \u200b\u200bfor the climb, there was already domain with Aksigni Egorovnaya, her open, calmed down, the dry face was substituted, but the sky. Snowflakes fell on the face. They excited a stash more than everything that happened here so far. She clutched in an insecible and delighted, the sound in which bitterness and consolation, pain and glowing, sank before his knees, only for her I exhaled "Sorry" and touched a cold solid lenbe a kiss. Puzzled And the tank in an old grandmother and pulled out, not having dismissed a discovered look, backed up.
Dali still lie Axier Egorovna under the sky, from which, gaining snow, fell. To which by the way, this snow - as if all of them was forgiven for lawless actions. As if the highest strength was slying over human weakness and time remarks. The wind calmed down, the rustling, the cooling gusts, whites, and twin larch, towering over pines, stood beautifully and stoken in it.
Pashuta stared intently as the coffin omit, how to pull ropes from under him; The silent moan pierced her when Serge jumped over the coffin on top of the coffin and began to instruct the risers for the climbing, which would not protect the body of Aksigni Egorovna from the stone oppression. In the afternoon she represented, along with his mother and half her, stupid, separated and walked into the grave. What gone, it was impossible to understand. But it left, her smaller her smaller on her boards, squeezing, tightly closing the pores of the sand began to push it and she grabbed the air, greedily substituted his face under the snowflakes.
They were not like those who were with her mother, but Pashuta was now seen only similarity. I breathed, breathed rapidly and greedily - and lacked the air.
... - And what, - Serega said loudly and lightweight, with a glass of vodka in his hand, looking left Hollyk left. - bury the same on the roads of the chauffeurs, when they die in the performance of duties. What is the difference - where?! In the same land ... True, Tanka?
Tanka hurriedly rinsed. In the illuminated displacement eyes, her tears stood. Winter has decisively entered into its rights - the snow was thick, heavenly light should penetrately penetrate. In winter, in the rich snow, the stash would not know to the grave. She got to her only in the spring, when snowdowes were still languishing in the forest. Shot to the clearing and abunted: on both sides of the maternal grave, two more hollys rode. Aksinya Egorovna lay not alone. Such a nice was made the place that neighbors appeared. But how and who among obese snow could find her last abode?
Surprise Pashuta was so great that she could not stand and went to Stas. He went to her crumpled, with a sharply exacerbated face of those who carry the message, completely sick. "Sick, or what?" - She asked from the threshold. "It seems that," he replied.
Gone again into the kitchen. Stas began to clear the non-screamed table, with a bryak dumping dishes in the sink. Everything is also black and looked in the apple tree window, everything also tormented her wind. The house was cool and uncomfortable. Pashuta did not pull.
- Stas Nikolayevich, did not forget how the mother mother was buried in front of winter? She asked, looking at him attentively.
- How to forget? .. did not forget ...
- Yesterday I went ... And what did you find? .. next to my mother two more graves. Whole cemetery. Whole shop, it turns out, we then rummaged ...
Stas deaf said:
- One grave of Sergey. Whose other - I do not know.
- How is Sereginine?! - I was terribly stumbling. - What do you say, Stas Nikolayevich?
- killed Sereg, after the new year. I remained without a comrade. I prompted back there, to a good person. It's more fun together. And I ordered myself there.
- Who killed, why?
"He worked in the organs," with deliberate cadia, so that the voice did not give out the voice, Stas said. - Introduced it to the gangsters for security. And they themselves gave themselves. So, Pashuta. Such now life and death.
The last words were forced to a stash at all at most attentive. It was not his words, not his intonation, some kind of mannered, pathetic.
- Do you drink, what, Stas Nikolaevich? She asked.
"I drink," he admitted. - Pugh, stash. - And, rounded mouth, with a climb beat from the inside on the cheeks of the tongue.
She did not regret him:
- Strong kill, strong drinks ... Who will remain, Stas Nikolayevich?
- Anyone will stay ...
- But who? Do you know them?
- Not. All I know, not those.
- And where are those?
"I'll tell you what they took us," without answering, he undertook to reason. " - meanness, shamelessness, the Cainness.
There is no against this weapon. Found the people who are defenseless against it. They say the Russian man is Ham. Yes; He is crying, a fool, he has medieval rudeness. And these who came ... These are Professor! Academicians! Humanists! Harvard! - He did not know anything terrible and completed by the educated deformity and dismissed silent. She was silent and she, frightened by this outbreak, always a calm, weathered man. He added, trying to explain:
- I built an aluminum plant with these hands. From the beginning to the end. And two times, two or brothers, whether to go under the same name ... And what kind of black surname is black! .. These blacks took him and Hap purchased it. It acts, stash! Spent! As if I swallowed!
- Stas Nikolayevich, yes you are looking for yourself ... can't be! To take ... everyone took everyone! You do not believe it?
Stas smiled and did not answer. Strange and terrible was a smile of broken-mournful, similar to the scar, frozen on the face of a person with a printed somewhere deep in the sky of the image of a deceived world.
... On the way back, Pashuta drove into the temple. For the first time, one under the image entered, with great difficulty raised her hand for the cross. Under the arches of the new temple, built five years ago, on a weekday and an hour, free from service, were looking for consolation of just a few people. In the high window, the sun was hit by the Sun, the enthusiastic angelic singing should be purely, in the record, inspecting on a round copper bed, candles burned. Ineptly Pashuta asked for himself candles, it was ineptly aroused and put them - two on the pompius of the souls of the slaves of God Aksigni and Sergey and one in the salvation of the soul of Stas.
Valentin Rasputin
In the same land
The microdistrict went to the ravine, extensive and empty, lying huge uneven attic. It could be adopted for the overgrown quarry, but no, the ground notch was never here, so it was suitable for nature. Around this city, which has flown in his time the glory of the Great Communism Building, the Earth is duplicated and shuffled to dozens of kilometers, they drove a giant dam for electric turbines in the channel, built a huge aluminum plant, a forestry complex, to a dozen other major plants, but also here where areas of untouched Earth remained. One of them was this ravine, overgrown among clay propeliners, Olhi's ribbed bushes, Osiennik da nettle. The city from two sides by a semicircle approached him and stopped. On the third, on the south side, where the sun was opposite to the microdistrict, immediately behind the ravine stretched into the mountain of Pisosa, near the city beaten, with frequent traces of firebread and Palov, but still lively, gladly green and in winter and summer.
In previous years, when attempts were still made to embellish life, the cloud edge of the ravine, where the microdistrict, built a sports springboard for ski jumps. And they jumped, springfully thrown into the air, and flew on the bird height curved the figures planted on skis, and, landing, dried snow and rolled down a long time. The boys gathered for the springboard from all over the city, there was always noisy, fun and bitty. Then, when life opened a solid wound, the springboard was abandoned, and his metal farm was now sticking out and dead, as a skeleton.
Just opposite the springboard across the road, in the first entrance of the long five-story house, making a swing bending along with the road, deaf at night burned on the third floor light. In the city night light no one to surprise. But this time the whole huge house was dark, all he drowned in the darkness of the night, mixed with the darkness of the fog, and two lonely luminous windows, barely break through the fog, nothing but anxiety could not cause. By this time, everyone falls asleep, and at this time without misfortune or illness do not rise.
The heavy figure of a woman with a uncoated head made a fog flowing around the house, once again looked at the windows, with an effort rose along the stone steps to the exploration entrance and climbed the stairs. The door to the entrance was ripped, the light inside was not buried, it was necessary to rise. She opened an unlocked door to the apartment, after fresh cold air pulled the nose, sniffing, and, having passed by the door closed on the left, entered the second room, dropped the darkest jacket to the narrow sold couch, standing outside the door to the right, fell on her herself and only now As if at the appointed minute, a heavy intermittent groan was bored in doggy, closing his mouth with her hand, so as not to hear.
In the first, in a small room, she was the deceased, the mother of this woman, she herself was at sixty, but not about the mother heazed in the world and died a few hours ago, we cried this loose man, not she regretted himself, never connects to pity Himself, and, strong, to everything accustomed, lacked her strength to tend to the terrible severity of the approaching day. She went out on the street so that the movement to ease her, this weight, and only more attached. There was not enough air, there was nothing to breathe.
The name of this woman Pashutoy. The name, like clothing, is changing to facilitate a person, to match the changes occurring in it. There was a stupid with a thin waist and shiny eyes; Then, entering the age, in marriage, in becoming - Pasha; Then one person first spied - Pashuta. Like a surname. So began to call, sometimes not knowing, the name is or the surname. "It sounds satisfying. And you yourself are satisfying babe, "the very person who died her pashut was said to praise.
On the eve of the evening, Pashuta looked home late, already in the dark, reached the tenth hour. Going to the city, she was not going to linger. But he did not lose and went into his dining room, and there the girls were invited to work in the evening for special services. Special service is when you remove the dining room for the event. What an event was, I did not disassemble a stash, no matter how he listened to toast. There was some minor organization, walked and sadly, and modestly, but Pashuta had to mess around with dishes almost until the end suffered ice cream. Girls and she jumped two lumps of ice cream in the jar. Girls - in habit, in old memory, when they really started girls, half of them are already in grandmas. In the bag, Pashuta also lay a bag with a pilaf, surrounded from the remains in the boiler. I had to do not disperse and that. Pumping himself constantly in his humiliated position, stash was brought that she continues to walk in the dining room. But this is not true. All my life, worked in the canteens and for almost ten years I have worked in this, the last, she missed it without her, could not fall away from "hell," how together they were all cursed by Chad and SMRArad, heat and couples among stoves and boilers, thick and wrestling odors Food absorbing into the body, several hours on the legs. In the canteens, she passed the entire labor path from the head of the dishwasher. The path in the opposite direction. In twenty years, among the eighteen-year-olds, the head, and two years, already with a pension, a dishwasher. A month ago, she was calculated. The dining room was a burden, the youth suggested in it, and Pashuta began to deny legs. Girls would still stand for her, but they were expected to be the same fate. The owner of the dining room was becoming Kazbek, a flexible, playing body young man from Caucasians with shrill eyes on a narrow bird face. The case went to the privatization and restructuring to the restaurant - and then in the city, except factory, there will be no dining room.
The girl was at home when Pashuta returned. His granddaughter lived, learning from September in the pedagogical school. But Native Children had a Pashuta, she took a receptional daughter when she lived his family; Granddaughter from the reception room, native and not native, without blood proximity. Her mother, anfisa, went into marriage in the Lespromkhozovskaya village, for two hundred kilometers from the city, there remained, having lost her husband. In Pashuta, she saw the educators, but not a mother, mother and did not call. But it's amazing: the more she moved away from the adoptive mother, the more she was like. The same externally sluggish, but with a firm character, also pulls the word in conversation, the same slowed down. And the same saint, only from the stupid husband left, inside drowned, leaving her with two little kids. Pashuta guessed that, offending his failed life, anfisa for this similarity is that she did not love her, did not love her, stash.
But for the girl Pashuta would have forgiven her though more. For the fact that she sent a fifteen-year-old tank. With her, I liked my life. That is why children are needed in the family. Wally, she was delighted so ice cream, got from someone else's table, would have it been hurried so home so that it would not have time to melt? Without ice cream, she carried her, and his tender soul, arranged rudely, her caress, who could not show himself.
Tanka was with a girlfriend from a long entrance in the same house. The girlfriend, named Sonya, spike well, and I did not disturb this friendship stash. She handed ice cream girls, and they sneak from delight, jumped.
Granny, where did you get? - Potted Tanka. - Where did you stole?
He stole and eat, - stumbled in a stupid and went to the mother who was behind the closed door.
She returned soon, asked Tanka:
Have you long at home?
Soon the hour. We had Sony.
To the old grandmother looked?
Looked. She is sleeping.
Pashuta went into the kitchen and, looking out from there, waited for the girls to reach ice cream. And - turned to the girlfriend:
You can't take Tanya for overnight stay?
Grandma, why? - Surprised Tanka. - I do not want to go anywhere.
I need! - Roughly cut off her stash. - One person came from the grandmother village, I have nowhere to put it. The blurred - and why was the lurch? - With a fright, or what?
I can be on the floor, - offered Tanka.
No, go! Go away, Tatiana ... I'll tell you later. Will your parents swear? - She did not ask her girlfriend, and streamed.
No, no, will not.
And watched unrealistic, as girls are afraid and hurriedly. At the door of Tanka hurt ...
First ice cream, then go ...
Wait! - Pashuta detained tank and took her away from her girlfriend. - Give keys. Do not come without me. I will be in the evening. Did you understand everything?
Aksinha Egorovna died quietly, in a dream. I did not have to close the eyes. So it is namashal, so the life of the life is that she did not know in the last month, she lives or does not live. An atrocked body, dried, with a bloodless yellow face, with hands in a sappy leather, similar to the webbed paws, she lay in bed as in the tomb and mostly slept. At first she was raised to the table, led to the kitchen, Tanka spoke with her, trying to ask, but she only stretched over the wrinkles under the eyes, which came out before a smile, said quietly and helpfully a dense thin voice and asked back to bed. These exits delivered her torment, and she was left alone, they began to make food into bed. She was eaten so litowing, no longer feeling the need for food that the heat in it was from day to day should be tight.
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Rasputin Valentine
In the same land
Valentin Rasputin
In the same land ...
The microdistrict went to the ravine, extensive and empty, lying huge uneven attic. It could be adopted for the overgrown quarry, but no, the ground notch was never here, so it was suitable for nature. Around this city, which has flown in his time the glory of the Great Communism Building, the Earth is duplicated and shuffled to dozens of kilometers, they drove a giant dam for electric turbines in the channel, built a huge aluminum plant, a forestry complex, to a dozen other major plants, but also here where areas of untouched Earth remained. One of them was this ravine, overgrown among clay propeliners, Olhi's ribbed bushes, Osiennik da nettle. The city from two sides by a semicircle approached him and stopped. On the third, on the south side, where the sun was opposite to the microdistrict, immediately behind the ravine stretched into the mountain of Pisosa, near the city beaten, with frequent traces of firebread and Palov, but still lively, gladly green and in winter and summer.
In previous years, when attempts were still made to embellish life, the cloud edge of the ravine, where the microdistrict, built a sports springboard for ski jumps. And they jumped, springfully thrown into the air, and flew on the bird height curved the figures planted on skis, and, landing, dried snow and rolled down a long time. The boys gathered for the springboard from all over the city, there was always noisy, fun and bitty. Then, when life opened a solid wound, the springboard was abandoned, and his metal farm was now sticking out and dead, as a skeleton.
Just opposite the springboard across the road, in the first entrance of the long five-story house, making a swing bending along with the road, deaf at night burned on the third floor light. In the city night light no one to surprise. But this time the whole huge house was dark, all he drowned in the darkness of the night, mixed with the darkness of the fog, and two lonely luminous windows, barely break through the fog, nothing but anxiety could not cause. By this time, everyone falls asleep, and at this time without misfortune or illness do not rise.
The heavy figure of a woman with a uncoated head made a fog flowing around the house, once again looked at the windows, with an effort rose along the stone steps to the exploration entrance and climbed the stairs. The door to the entrance was ripped, the light inside was not buried, it was necessary to rise. She opened an unlocked door to the apartment, after fresh cold air pulled the nose, sniffing, and, having passed by the door closed on the left, entered the second room, dropped the darkest jacket to the narrow sold couch, standing outside the door to the right, fell on her herself and only now As if at the appointed minute, a heavy intermittent groan was bored in doggy, closing his mouth with her hand, so as not to hear.
In the first, in a small room, she was the deceased, the mother of this woman, she was at sixty she herself, but not about the mother heaped in the world and died a few hours ago, we cried this loose men's man, not myself, I did not feel sorry for pity Himself, and, strong, to everything accustomed, lacked her strength to tend to the terrible severity of the approaching day. She went out on the street so that the movement to ease her, this weight, and only more attached. There was not enough air, there was nothing to breathe.
The name of this woman Pashutoy. The name, like clothing, is changing to facilitate a person, to match the changes occurring in it. There was a stupid with a thin waist and shiny eyes; Then, entering the age, in marriage, in becoming - Pasha; Then one person first spied - Pashuta. Like a surname. So began to call, sometimes not knowing, the name is or the surname. "It sounds satisfying. And you yourself are satisfying," the very person who dubbed her pashuto, spoke in praise.
On the eve of the evening, Pashuta looked home late, already in the dark, reached the tenth hour. Going to the city, she was not going to linger. But he did not lose and went into his dining room, and there the girls were invited to work in the evening for special services. Special service is when you remove the dining room for the event. What an event was, I did not disassemble a stash, no matter how he listened to toast. There was some minor organization, walked and sadly, and modestly, but Pashuta had to mess around with dishes almost until the end suffered ice cream. Girls and she jumped two lumps of ice cream in the jar. Girls - in habit, in old memory, when they really started girls, half of them are already in grandmas. In the bag, Pashuta also lay a bag with a pilaf, surrounded from the remains in the boiler. I had to do not disperse and that. Pumping himself constantly in his humiliated position, stash was brought that she continues to walk in the dining room. But this is not true. All my life, worked in the canteens and for almost ten years I have worked in this, the last, she missed her without her, could not fall away from "hell", how together they all cursed Chad and Smerand, heat and couples among stoves and boilers, dense and Forward smells of food absorbed into the body, several hours on the legs. In the canteens, she passed the entire labor path from the head of the dishwasher. The path in the opposite direction. In twenty years, among the eighteen-year-olds, the head, and two years, already with a pension, a dishwasher. A month ago, she was calculated. The dining room was a burden, the youth suggested in it, and Pashuta began to deny legs. Girls would still stand for her, but they were expected to be the same fate. The owner of the dining room was becoming Kazbek, a flexible, playing body young man from Caucasians with shrill eyes on a narrow bird face. The case went to the privatization and restructuring to the restaurant - and then in the city, except factory, there will be no dining room.
The girl was at home when Pashuta returned. His granddaughter lived, learning from September in the pedagogical school. But Native Children had a Pashuta, she took a receptional daughter when she lived his family; Granddaughter from the reception room, native and not native, without blood proximity. Her mother, anfisa, went into marriage in the Lespromkhozovskaya village, for two hundred kilometers from the city, there remained, having lost her husband. In Pashuta, she saw the educators, but not a mother, mother and did not call. But it's amazing: the more she moved away from the adoptive mother, the more she was like. The same externally sluggish, but with a firm character, also pulls the word in conversation, the same slowed down. And the same saint, only from the stupid husband left, inside drowned, leaving her with two little kids. Pashuta guessed that, offending his failed life, anfisa for this similarity is that she did not love her, did not love her, stash.
But for the girl Pashuta would have forgiven her though more. For the fact that she sent a fifteen-year-old tank. With her, I liked my life. That is why children are needed in the family. Wally, she was delighted so ice cream, got from someone else's table, would have it been hurried so home so that it would not have time to melt? Without ice cream, she carried her, and his tender soul, arranged rudely, her caress, who could not show himself.
Tanka was with a girlfriend from a long entrance in the same house. The girlfriend, named Sonya, spike well, and I did not disturb this friendship stash. She handed ice cream girls, and they sneak from delight, jumped.
- Granny, where did you get? - Potted Tanka. - Where did you stole?
- stole and eat, - grinned stupid and went to the mother lying behind the closed door.
She returned soon, asked Tanka:
- Have you been at home for a long time?
- Soon the hour. We had Sony.
- Did you look toward an old grandmother?
- Looking. She is sleeping.
Pashuta went into the kitchen and, looking out from there, waited for the girls to reach ice cream. And - turned to the girlfriend:
- You can't take Tanya for overnight stay?
- Grandma, why? - Surprised Tanka. - I do not want to go anywhere.
- Need! - Roughly cut off her stash. - One person came from the grandmother village, I have nowhere to put it. The blurred - and why was the lurch? - With a fright, or what?
"I can be on the floor," offered Tanka.
- No, go! Go away, Tatiana ... I'll tell you later. Will your parents swear? - She did not ask her girlfriend, and streamed.
- No, no, they will not.
And watched unrealistic, as girls are afraid and hurriedly. At the door of Tanka hurt ...
- First ice cream, then go ...
- Wait to go! - Pashuta detained tank and took her away from her girlfriend. - Give keys. Do not come without me. I will be in the evening. Did you understand everything?
Aksinha Egorovna died quietly, in a dream. I did not have to close the eyes. So it is namashal, so the life of the life is that she did not know in the last month, she lives or does not live. An atrocked body, dried, with a bloodless yellow face, with hands in a sappy leather, similar to the webbed paws, she lay in bed as in the tomb and mostly slept. Necha-la was raised to the table, led to the kitchen, Tanka spoke with her, trying to ask, but she only stretched over the wrinkles under the eyes, which came out before a smile, said quietly and helpfully a dense thin voice and asked back to bed. These exits delivered her torment, and she was left alone, they began to make food into bed. She was eaten so litowing, no longer feeling the need for food that the heat in it was from day to day should be tight.
And here it is attended. The mother stroked the mother in a wide big hand of his mother in a small, quickly cooled head, on the pursuit of the cheeks, according to the knit chin and thought, thought ... She herself seemed to her, gradually hesitate in mummy and no longer capable of surrender. There was something that had to happen. But, no matter how she expected him, no longer had come true with him, she was not prepared for him. Nothing in her was ready to meet maternal death. Not surprised and still surprise. Mother pulled the trouble so long that she would bring her daughter with her death that she was also going to stay in this convenient waiting. However, she was not going to anything. And he was confusedly dragged by his campaign figure, making only the most necessary movements. And they prepared something to prevent something, she learned something.
Not the death of her mother was terrified, no, but he was hard and powerful, which was now worn with death, how to make two-day wires before the final farewell. But after farewell, nine, forty-year, six months, a year ... There are long-standing, stronger of any law, calendar and ritual of the wires. A lot of services belonging to the city, in essence, the light, in which people who arrange the road there are occupied. The dead has no right to be considered dead, until the death certificate is issued. According to this testimony, it will be taken to the morgue, there, petrified and humiliated into death, the most cruel humiliation, will be water from the hose with water, stuck in the clothes brought; According to this testimony in the factory of ritual services, the coffin will be able to decorate it one of the items of the range and will be submitted under the body; According to the same testimony, the cemetery will be hampered by the grave in such a cramped dead, that at the funeral they will sleep in the neighbors ... and pay everywhere. In the morgue, probably, you can not carry, and everything else is not to power. There is a million pay and there is a million with half a million, and there is only half a million and seven times half a million. No matter what happens. But where does Pashuta have such money? She does not have them in the tenth, nor in the hundredth of the lobe. Where will she take them?
But that's not all. To be prescribed on a city cemetery, it is necessary to have a residence permit in the city. And Aksinyi Egorovna was not her. She had no right to die here. Pashuta, as before, brought it three times, brought mother to wintering; One of her on eighty-four years old, it was impossless to take offense in the village. But as soon as the sun was heated and opened from ice Lena, Aksinha Egorovna rushed back. It was impossible to keep it with any persuasion or intimidation - soon, soon on the will of the hate stone prison, soon to climb on his thresholds, to put out the hint of his spirit, and just crawling, and on the huttopal native trails. Now, having arrived at the mother, I could not see a stashere to see that the mother was hardly destined to return, but if Aksinya Egorovna would write himself from the village to write out! And how I would have to write it to her if the village, continuing to stand under the sky, was no longer standing under the state?! There was no collective farm, nor the state farm, nor the village council, nor the store, nor the medical center, nor the school - everything was taken unknotely during the new orders. They let go of the village for a complete, paradise will, on a robustness, removed the premissions of centuries, straightened from all the clamps - walk on all four sides! You want - declare your own state, you want to give up to China's arm. It was not here in the summer of a solid roadway, and in the winter she lied with snow so that it was not to break through the tanks. The men were industrial in the taiga, took fish in Lena - they lived. And drank, drank ...
Earth, landmarks are enviable. From this will, and began that wealth looked, they envied and achieved that the collective farm lands were departed first in the utility farming of a large machine-building plant ... But the plant for the range and off-road did not pull. Transmitted to the new owner - Bamu. The bass then in its strength could master the moon, not the fact that Lena expanses. The technique was drunk in the village, the brick was lucky, they began to build a new farm and a vegetable store, put the berth on the shore, gave the local people by Bamovsky benefits. What is under such a master do not live?! And no one suspected, including the owner, which can be flew into a pit in a matter of months. Nothing has not needed - neither the construction of the road, no utility farm; Workers rushed with a swarming with the Great Construction, and the village where to go? With the Earth, with the will, dove, abandoned - she lay down under the Lensky bank and waits, less and less sober with unaccustomed to freedom, who would surrender, so that the bread brought? .. ..
Moreover, from such a village it was necessary to take out the mother finally. Pashuta saw it. She gathered her just in case, so that it was possible not to return ... But what is the extract, what kind of registration, what state to contact? It must be needed to go to the area, and this in the opposite direction, they had to go downstream to the railway with her mother. Yes, and when it happened, even if you go, what went and fastened the case?
Pashuta sat and sat near the mother, as if advised to be with her, what to do now, how to be, and the hand everything stretched to touch. A little in life got Axier Egorovna caress from his daughter. At eighteen, I ran into a construction site - and why? - Cooking yes Cambalu to fry merry, bold and voracious builders of communism. Rarely came to the mother and, Sunuva Schenet, immediately rushed back, into the noise and gaps of inspected crowd, without which she could no longer do, in the hostel, do not understand, male or female, which has become closer home. Almost ten years in the hostel, then in the barrack, the same cheerful and cold. The apartments were contrary to romance, and when after years and years began to be given the workers, they were given, as it should be, first of all, children. And the Pashuta did not have children. Her God punished for an abortion. In such a nagging, "to meet the morning dawn along the hangar, on the hangar," families could only hold the kids. Pashuta diverged, not realizing that he got married, with the first husband, with a disassembled concrete from the sea squad (a construction team, classes, releases, detachments came to the construction site, who confused his wife with girls, after three years he came again - for the brigadier of explosives, A person has a lot of older who, with which he finally moved from the barrack. This was helped by a receptional four-year-old girl taken from the shelter. But not for the sake of the apartment fascinated her stash. And I realized that she had no children to have, it was necessary to build backups for the future. The explosion turned out to be a man's caustic, mocking, they often quarreled, and she was little surprised when, having left for a business trip to blow up diabases for a careful construction site, he did not return.
So what to do?
Somewhere wept signals that argue the onset of a round hour. Eleven or twelve? Does not matter. All the same need to rise. Pashuta reached the hallway and saw himself in the mirror. Chuha, even the mirror did not drink! Here is a chunk so tiy! But before you drown, she looked in herself: a wide, striking face, who was unpacked by Pegi's hair, who were once black to Gypsy black with a blue sampling, scored by a longing eye, over the upper lip of a sign of some inner ignition - Baba Mustache. She was never beautiful, but was good, located to people, and this kindness did absorb and outlined all the features of the face, making it attractive. And in age entered - it was Milovoid with the brilliance of large brown eyes and with downturns on a high curl of hair, with a sensually out of the bottom lip. It is difficult to believe that ten years ago her body remained without any exercises and diet chosen and sensitive. Girls in the dining room were envied by: "You, stupid, breathing mouth, mouth, from within a shape, so that she threw."
Now it can be taken for heavily drinking, dropped, lost himself. But in vodka, the stash was not dipped. So really a glass-two when on the occasion, and then without pleasure. And what lost yourself - yes, lost. Alone, this happens quickly. A person cannot be needed only to himself, he is part of a common cause, a common organism, and when this living organism is expelled by useless, make up all its bodies, they are not able to exist inside their function.
Going out to the street, Pashuta behaved, directing - where, on what road to go, how to get around the passerby, where to put the foot to enter the bus, but as soon as the need to observe himself, the eyes turned inside, in the darkness and pain.
Having arrived at the mother in the village to take it for the winter in warmth, she asked the custom from the ridiculous alone Aksigni Egorovna, sitting not in the hollow on the bed, and on the porch under the sun: "Well, how are you, mother?" Aksinha Egorovna answered:
- Sit and cry.
Her eyes were dry, she cried into her senses. It is all sore and moaning in flour, which has already become familiar. Pashuta there was nothing to console her. Aksinya Egorovna would not understand the consolation. Not everywhere, not to all members of the balls now in her blood, but pain, continuing life, streamlined each cell.
Lord, but how just it would be now in the village! As close to the house there from home to the house! They would drive Axinhu Egorov in his arms, put the spaciously among their, rustic, and the whole rite would be expensive to parents, and not the goal of flour, on predators-robber, getting wondering on death. There, the sky would be laughing at Aksigni Egorovna, a worker and an sufferer, and the forest would wave on the farewell by branches, and the winds, sweeping stringly, forced to be bowed to the farewell worship every weed.
But something has already become gone by incoherent scraps in the obdicious consciousness of Pashuta, something jumped into his walls. In the mother's room, she raised a high chest cover (this rustic origin forced a stash to order such a chest) with rags Aksinyi Egorovna and immediately stumbled upon neatly and eloquently laid in a transparent polyethylene package. Pashuta recognized him on a dark brown velvet dress with a black twisted belt, she, pashutoy, long ago bought and never worn. It seemed to the mother in giving so festive that none of the lifetimes could rise before him. And at the same time, Aksinha Egorovna put it: it is for death. Pashuta completely forgot about the existence of this dress - and here it is, in pursuance of the will of the departed immediately to her hands ... There was everything else: thin woolen stockings, crops, as a mother called them, - something like soft low boots with A fur marrow, a dark handkerchief, the bottom ... The mother was preparing for death. At eighty-four years, how not to prepare! .. But it was folded and raised up the top was recently, in a close and clear premonition - for both ordered bath. Involuntarily began to look out by the first thing to do. No, she will not give a mother to anyone, waters herself. Although it does not seem to be relying - the most. God will forgive. God seems to have to forgive her much.
Without a short forty years in this city, and look around - no one nearby. No one to her, even the occasion of the soul to take away, nor she to whom. Pashuta now did not know why it happens that a person remains alone. In his youth, it would be said that for this you need to be too unlikely or proud, not to have heat in the soul to whom the life is reduced. Now everything is different, everything must be judged. Is it to blame itself, in character, or this is the fate of all go to old age - she did not want to understand it, and, and perhaps, it was not possible. As a bears, in the winter genet lay down on bertogs and are rarely thrown away, only as necessary. In some kind of total wine, in general, evil is hiding eyes. Involuntarily hidden and those who consider themselves to be guilty and who does not consider.
Rarely, rarely recalled his youth. Too far and unrealistic it was. Just meet if a vague-familiar face and starts in search of him to cast back years, when she knew everyone here and everyone knew her. Would you succeed at the time to someone to pass the pit, this huge stone womb, where all thundered, glowed, was boiling and spinning? And, who, having passed the pit, could you unleash the dining on the left bank at the entrance to it? The dining room worked around the clock - and the whole pit, hundreds and thousands of people, fed there. They sailed and floated with trays past distribution, hungry, funny, impatient, and just heard: "Pasha, customize his girls, let them not look!", "Pasha, understand why you have a double portion in one plate", " Pasha, - someone alone shouted louder than everyone. So, how agreed, right?! " She had time to rush in the kitchen, he managed to respond and dispose of this huge accustomed wave so that it was rolled back in time so that after four or five hours to roll again. When the hangar was blocked and concrete cubes were flying with inscriptions, proper to perpetuate this event, on one of the cubes of blue paint, under the color of the angar water, her name was derived. Someone alone (she knew who), but as if by a general opinion. Years and years she spinning in a happy carousel of work, friendly gatherings, hints, draws, in the ears constantly stood noise lifting and fun, the heart beat excitedly, capturing the general mighty rhythm, and, in a rustic closed, she opened, talked, learned to look boldly And answer boldly.
But, I will pose in the general vortex stream, she, as soon as he began to fall, felt it and cooled with him.
It began with moving from the village of hydroelectors to the city, where a settled and calculating people were going to change the rebellious and enveloped nomadic youth - the operationors. Komochev went further to the next building. There were reaunting fruits, they had acquired cars, giving, deficit, and, like everywhere, where there was a preferential, tipped and drank poison. Their settlement was temporary - until the work experience, to the official elevation, and there - to the south, where the houses were pre-built in advance, or in the capital, where they fly away from the chosen circle after the altitude. By that time, when it was finally evoked, in which the Great Building turned into, in the city of the highly intelligent "golden" society, which was considered themselves his representatives, no one left.
The city gradually acquired another fame. On cheap electricity was paid on the largest aluminum plant in the world, on the largest forest complex coated cellulose. From fluorine to dozens and hundreds of the verso around Chakhley Forest, from methyl mercaptan scored in the apartments of the windows, polished, cracks and still went in a stalking cough. Twenty years after the hydrostation gave a current, the city turned into one of the most dangerous to health. They built the city of the future, and built a slowly active gas chamber under the open sky. The people went on the square to protest, these protests, as everywhere, were used to dump the old power, but came new - and themselves protests stopped, because the new one knew the surest way to fight discontent: not to do one better, another worse, And even regret everything, and then in the hunt for a piece of bread, granting an animal for any life, people will forget about such a fad, like clean air and clean water.
But it was later. Later, its apartment in the city, in a good house, changed Pashuta to the neighborhood: it was poisoned in the city from emergency emissions from the plant before it was laying, unable to get up. The microdistrict was built aside, believed - it's cleaner. But the difference or was not at all, or she turned out to be so small that it could not be felt. I also changed for the sake of the salaries for the larger area, which was left, but this season sailed in three months. In the microdistrict, I became a stash to bring a mother for the winter. And somewhere far, far as in another life, it remained that she climbed the girl, taken out of the shelter, which immediately after inspired youth had to put on a single mother's grave: work, kindergarten, then school, replaced during the diseases of the girl, Neoscopeable rucking around the city in search of the milk, then medicines, then warm clothes. With single drunk women, youth flies quickly - and now it was already necessary to notice that even less and less wish remains, the ever-raising look and all deserts and fleeting days. It did not make a close circle of friends, did not become bright holidays, intoxicating attachments ... that it happened to happen as if from grace. All this even as if it was placed in front of her with open doors, but no one had called out of them, as before, but she didn't want to knock himself.
From one surprise she could not free themselves: as from what began here, it turned out what is ...
Pashuta brought in the pelvis of water, found a terry towel and a section of Donaga's mother. Turn-to-deploy, undressing, it was a flour, the body was not fledged to the end, it was fucked in the lower back with a dry crunch - as if the bones broke. But it was still to wash, turning with her side on the side, it was to wear up, upside down. Pashuta covered the naked body, the sheet and hurriedly came out.
Lord, what does she do?! It was probably possible to find the old women in the afternoon, so that they were waved and accomplished the rite as it should be! .. But she did not know where to look for these old women. They wash familiar, girlfriends in old age, age and position prepared for this role, and there was no such Aksinyi, she was here, without leaving the apartment, did not know. There were no nearby and Pashuta, but to go to the city, call women with whom she had long lost acquaintance, did not want.
But the most important thing is: if there are other people's hands to wash, then everything else will have to do with other people's hands. No, you need to replace your heart to be replaced so that it is not afraid, but cope with the most. And immediately tell yourself that she does not have another exit.
Mother quite became a bad month and a half ago. Before that, she went down to the table and waited with a pitiful smile when she was naping tea. He complained about the water - water is not as in Lena, something injured. I asked timidly, is there any letters from the village.
- From whom do you expect a letter? - Pashuta did not smoke, but her voice was rude, as a procuing; Changes, becomes a formless figure, changes and nutro. This voice scared mother.
- Who is a thread, look, will write. I asked Lisa to write. How to find out without a letter, what is there going there.
- No one, mother, will not write. Do not wait.
I could not overpower the stash: "Mom" did not pronounce.
It she picked up a month and a half ago, already with a tank, influenza and infected her mother. That at all stopped climbing, it was necessary to carry it in his arms. Two weeks fed it from the spoon. The body was dryed, it came into the bone and became easy. At this time, Aksinya Egorovna lived in the village and spoke not with Pashuto, who did not recognize, but with Liza, a rustic neighbor, asking her about a cow, about a very drinking son-in-law, about his grandchildren ... she remembered them by name. I asked about the living, about the dead. And her voice in a conversation with Liza became stronger, and the memory strangled from the depths, and the face was warm up - no, the village, the village was constantly on her mind, she only breathing the village.
In the last week, she again, albeit with great difficulty, began to substitute the short-lived legs, went into memory. But already silent - I didn't want to talk about anything, everything was silent in it. The death included quietly and imperceptibly (and Pashuta believed that it was returning to life), she slept for a long time, almost idle, lying on his back upwards to the little man.
In a dream and pushed out the last sigh.
Pashuta wicked mother, coped with this. Rather, it was not wrapped, but he won a wet towel. The skin was no longer blushing, remaining parchment, the body as it were, something from the inside, smoothing the extra worn. And then, when dressed, breaking the body, felt how it was sick.
But before putting in farewell clothing, Pashuta rested again. Each new movement required more and more determination and strength. But this is only the beginning. But it was governed by almost insensitive, without suffering, with some kind of shock and deafness, caught up: Further, further ... It was not a daughter who had troubles over his mother, and some embarrassing and a soulless roaring creature that took place. She herself became scary for his devastation: Is it still a person? And it became terrible, and it was necessary to use this insensitiousness to catch.
The mother lay a bunched, solemn, with arms crossed on his chest, with combless hair under a dark handkerchief, tied under the chin. They were tied together and elongated, widow the fallen legs. Such peace was on her face, as if she did not leave anyone, even a little business left.
Before in the morning, stumbling, not undressing, faced a short time to fool the body with rest, especially the legs that will have to carry on this day without pity. And for some reason, the eyes were tired of tired, as if she was not unrequisite to look at the bright light.
She passed, should be from an hour, not lying and saving strength on it. And for a quarter of an hour to six rose, I put the kettle. She had to have time before they go to work. And go far. It was necessary to go to the railway village for thirty kilometers from the city, but in the city trait; The same squeaks did their own line in one way, being scattered and representing the creation of ugly, shapeless. On the bus, she will reach the station, and there is an electric train. Must have time. Previously, it will not work, it will come to the first bus. But if it still does not have time, it will not find the house - it will go to work. It is impossible to return to anything.
Rasputin Valentine
In the same land
Valentin Rasputin
In the same land ...
The microdistrict went to the ravine, extensive and empty, lying huge uneven attic. It could be adopted for the overgrown quarry, but no, the ground notch was never here, so it was suitable for nature. Around this city, which has flown in his time the glory of the Great Communism Building, the Earth is duplicated and shuffled to dozens of kilometers, they drove a giant dam for electric turbines in the channel, built a huge aluminum plant, a forestry complex, to a dozen other major plants, but also here where areas of untouched Earth remained. One of them was this ravine, overgrown among clay propeliners, Olhi's ribbed bushes, Osiennik da nettle. The city from two sides by a semicircle approached him and stopped. On the third, on the south side, where the sun was opposite to the microdistrict, immediately behind the ravine stretched into the mountain of Pisosa, near the city beaten, with frequent traces of firebread and Palov, but still lively, gladly green and in winter and summer.
In previous years, when attempts were still made to embellish life, the cloud edge of the ravine, where the microdistrict, built a sports springboard for ski jumps. And they jumped, springfully thrown into the air, and flew on the bird height curved the figures planted on skis, and, landing, dried snow and rolled down a long time. The boys gathered for the springboard from all over the city, there was always noisy, fun and bitty. Then, when life opened a solid wound, the springboard was abandoned, and his metal farm was now sticking out and dead, as a skeleton.
Just opposite the springboard across the road, in the first entrance of the long five-story house, making a swing bending along with the road, deaf at night burned on the third floor light. In the city night light no one to surprise. But this time the whole huge house was dark, all he drowned in the darkness of the night, mixed with the darkness of the fog, and two lonely luminous windows, barely break through the fog, nothing but anxiety could not cause. By this time, everyone falls asleep, and at this time without misfortune or illness do not rise.
The heavy figure of a woman with a uncoated head made a fog flowing around the house, once again looked at the windows, with an effort rose along the stone steps to the exploration entrance and climbed the stairs. The door to the entrance was ripped, the light inside was not buried, it was necessary to rise. She opened an unlocked door to the apartment, after fresh cold air pulled the nose, sniffing, and, having passed by the door closed on the left, entered the second room, dropped the darkest jacket to the narrow sold couch, standing outside the door to the right, fell on her herself and only now As if at the appointed minute, a heavy intermittent groan was bored in doggy, closing his mouth with her hand, so as not to hear.
In the first, in a small room, she was the deceased, the mother of this woman, she was at sixty she herself, but not about the mother heaped in the world and died a few hours ago, we cried this loose men's man, not myself, I did not feel sorry for pity Himself, and, strong, to everything accustomed, lacked her strength to tend to the terrible severity of the approaching day. She went out on the street so that the movement to ease her, this weight, and only more attached. There was not enough air, there was nothing to breathe.
The name of this woman Pashutoy. The name, like clothing, is changing to facilitate a person, to match the changes occurring in it. There was a stupid with a thin waist and shiny eyes; Then, entering the age, in marriage, in becoming - Pasha; Then one person first spied - Pashuta. Like a surname. So began to call, sometimes not knowing, the name is or the surname. "It sounds satisfying. And you yourself are satisfying," the very person who dubbed her pashuto, spoke in praise.
On the eve of the evening, Pashuta looked home late, already in the dark, reached the tenth hour. Going to the city, she was not going to linger. But he did not lose and went into his dining room, and there the girls were invited to work in the evening for special services. Special service is when you remove the dining room for the event. What an event was, I did not disassemble a stash, no matter how he listened to toast. There was some minor organization, walked and sadly, and modestly, but Pashuta had to mess around with dishes almost until the end suffered ice cream. Girls and she jumped two lumps of ice cream in the jar. Girls - in habit, in old memory, when they really started girls, half of them are already in grandmas. In the bag, Pashuta also lay a bag with a pilaf, surrounded from the remains in the boiler. I had to do not disperse and that. Pumping himself constantly in his humiliated position, stash was brought that she continues to walk in the dining room. But this is not true. All my life, worked in the canteens and for almost ten years I have worked in this, the last, she missed her without her, could not fall away from "hell", how together they all cursed Chad and Smerand, heat and couples among stoves and boilers, dense and Forward smells of food absorbed into the body, several hours on the legs. In the canteens, she passed the entire labor path from the head of the dishwasher. The path in the opposite direction. In twenty years, among the eighteen-year-olds, the head, and two years, already with a pension, a dishwasher. A month ago, she was calculated. The dining room was a burden, the youth suggested in it, and Pashuta began to deny legs. Girls would still stand for her, but they were expected to be the same fate. The owner of the dining room was becoming Kazbek, a flexible, playing body young man from Caucasians with shrill eyes on a narrow bird face. The case went to the privatization and restructuring to the restaurant - and then in the city, except factory, there will be no dining room.
The girl was at home when Pashuta returned. His granddaughter lived, learning from September in the pedagogical school. But Native Children had a Pashuta, she took a receptional daughter when she lived his family; Granddaughter from the reception room, native and not native, without blood proximity. Her mother, anfisa, went into marriage in the Lespromkhozovskaya village, for two hundred kilometers from the city, there remained, having lost her husband. In Pashuta, she saw the educators, but not a mother, mother and did not call. But it's amazing: the more she moved away from the adoptive mother, the more she was like. The same externally sluggish, but with a firm character, also pulls the word in conversation, the same slowed down. And the same saint, only from the stupid husband left, inside drowned, leaving her with two little kids. Pashuta guessed that, offending his failed life, anfisa for this similarity is that she did not love her, did not love her, stash.
