Yes, he is a good master, golden hands. He told me, and we all sewed boots and shoes, very beautiful. All the girls on our street envied. I used to braid her hair, and go out with the girls stroll in the evening to the river. But how heavily the song, all the guys came running to us at the gatherings. Like this!
Oh well. Summed up the mother. Ill go to your bed couch Cole, and then get up early tomorrow. And you, Nicholas, if you want, you can go out for a smoke. And in general, when you want, you can go to bed. Pointing to a spacious bed in her bedroom at the wardrobe, his mother said, adding. The door is open, we sleep with the door open. With these words, I went to lay my bed.
At this moment, I remain, as in a dream. I could not believe that this is all reality, not a dream, not a movie, but in reality. Wonderful. Metamorphosis of a continuum in which we live and will live. Using Proposition mother, I went out into the yard. Walk at dusk in the courtyard. He inspected the barn, which was our cow Zorka, and slept in a pig fence. I went to the restroom, which was behind the barn, and remembered Aunt Manya at the request of threshed grandmother coolies bread bat suspended on a stick-taped rawhide strap. And Im on I unfortunately crawled out of curiosity, and received in the forehead. But it was time to go into the house, go to sleep
This autumn morning dawned warm and sunny. His mother was already at work. Grandmother swarmed the oven. I left the room and began to wash the garbage as it has repeatedly done in my time here. Gaining from a mug of drinking water in your mouth and his mouth watered at hand. Myles hand then, repeat the procedure, washing hands with soap suds. After washing, wiped with a towel. Grandma was invited to the table and me baby. I have to keep up the conversation, asked: potatoes dug up already?
It has long been dug. We helped Niusia and children. She had a mind of their children, and our aunts with Valiks.
Auntie, will not mind if I went to the park Valik?
Go, while I eat cooked.
The kid was very happy, and picked up a ball. I took his hand, and we went out of the gate. There alleys of old lime trees planted since the time Tereshchenko sugar manufacturer, we have seen the way ants. As these workers, moving one after another, dragging on itself who slice the stalk of grass, one tiny leaf and who morsel black beetle wing. Im walking with my little six year old copy of the park, I told him stories, in which heroes were brave and courageous travelers, the overcoming hardships encountered on their way. I felt like the boy was interesting to me, but what bothered me the most, is that I can not tell a child what to expect at will-present. But I wanted to do in that no matter what, and I could not. I could not because the baby immediately tells his mother, and she sure to tell about me in the village council Zdorenko, chairman. So I decided to build his sly dialogue. After all, I was left for two days.
The next day came a cousin Nyuska. She was sixteen years old and she was considered Valik older sister, even though I knew it was not true. And that her baby could not stand for her hurtful and sociable character. We tried to escape with the baby in the park. There I told him the story about a boy, who at twelve years helped rescue two pilots of an unidentified flying object, or in other words, a spacecraft. And for that, the Rescue of Astronauts, the boy was awarded the unique abilities and even sang three of his best, the most important goal.
But if in your life will occur such an event that you would ask for?
Kid frowned, thought for a long time, and then said:
I want to live forever and never die.
Anything else?
I want a lot of friends.
Anything else?
I want to help other people, not to hurt, and live forever.
Valik, when you have an event in your life, asks a lot of money, so that you can help people. Without money nothing can be done, even a dog to help.
And that I will have it?
All can be, well, just in case you keep that in mind, okay?
Yes OK. The kid fell silent and deep in thought. Then suddenly he asked seriously:
And when it will happen.
I dont know. I just told you, just in case, so that in life you take the right decisions. The boy again seriously looked at me and said: Uncle Nick, Ill make the right decisions.
Thats right, well done. Encouraged by the praise, the kid beamed a happy smile. And I began to speak to him one more case of his future:
Well, even when you might be ten years, never pull the colt Uncle Vanya by the tail. Because the colt hit you in the forehead. Horses can not drag their tails. Promise me that.
Kid again seriously looked at me, then asked:
You, Uncle Kolya pulled the colt, and he banged your head on the hoof?
Yes. And I showed him the scar on the right side of the forehead. The kid laughed good-naturedly, saying that he was not such a fool to carry the horses tails.
And you know how to fight? I asked him.
What?
And the fact that when the son of Uncle Vanya comes to you and starts to tease you insulting words, it is better not to answer him.
Why? I told him how to give?
No, I do not. Youre stronger than he is a boy, but he can hit you with a stick of branched apple and will break your skull. Listen to me, do not plant it. Promise me good! So he did not say.
Well, I will not answer him.
Correctly. If youll remember, and do all that I told you, you will be strong, healthy and full of money.
Kid confidently puffed out his chest, as if he was an adult and confident voice:
Uncle Nick, do not leave us, please. Became a whimper. I took out a handkerchief, blew his nose and wiped his tears, to cheer the boys words: Well, well, youre a man. And men do not cry. I looked at him, and I myself have a cat clawing like, so I was sorry for him. It was a pity himself. What am I going to do all year, how to live? And anyway, if I survive? The third day I spent with the roll in the park. We played soccer. Viewed birds of different colors, and again I reminded him of his clever stories that he kept himself. Before leaving, my grandmother gave me a letter to his brother. To the delight of my envelope was signed. I had no choice but to drop it in the mailbox in Kiev, when I come to town.
On Saturday, I woke up early in the morning. Grandma gave me on the track in the oven roasted cockerel, boiled potatoes, bread and cakes with poppy seeds, which are specially baked for my departure. All this I hoisted in a plastic bag, which is placed at the bottom of the linen bags wrapped in newspaper.
My grandmother asked me, why do you want bags? I told him that Uncle Gregory ordered me to buy Fodder for pigs and pigeons, and the bags in the afternoon with fire not find. And I was given three bags, the benefit of this stuff on the farm «Bolshevik» were many. Of course, I leave his house did not want to. With a sense of irreparable loss forever, I got nowhere
Chapter Five
The sun had shone its rays heavy dew on the flowers, on both sides of the track, on which I accompanied my grandmother to the gate. Gravity separation crushed stone, pressed to the ground, his legs did not want to go with this heavenly place, but the mind and the reality of feeling defeated, and I reluctantly trudged along the old fence enclosing a slender number of chestnut trees in our garden. Birch, even not with a thick trunk and a high fun rustled me goodbye with gold leaves, chestnuts carpet of road paved with me Coy their leaves my way to the cobbled road on which I have to go to three kilometers of the highway. On the side of the highway was a small village with a romantic name «Dream», there stops the shuttle bus to Kiev. In the 52 th year, the villagers Shpitki drove his bus to the market, and who are younger and work in Kiev. Grandma put to me on the track three rubles in his pocket, I was incredibly pleased. Walking on the pavement along the poplar trees planted on both sides of my way, Im wondering in your mind what to do next with my odyssey where to start and how to live in a strange and very difficult time in 1952. From the stories I remembered that this year, full of repression. Especially Stalin took up the doctors. And the whole company was conducted, and the spy was present everywhere. Population pounding on each other, accused of espionage of any person, which is something not said or otherwise dressed, in which found the machinations of imperialism and undermining the foundations of the Soviet Union. So do not blink of an eye, as you can be in places not so remote. Pretending weak elder, can be avoided this fate. And live bad poor 1953, to get to my return to the promised time.
With such sad thoughts I got to dream. On the dusty road, near the highway stood six people waiting for the bus. They examined me undisguised curiosity. Two fat women in white headscarves and carrying baskets of pears, began to openly discuss my appearance, seeing my ironed pants and a jacket. It seemed that my white shirt makes an indelible impression on these young women. The bus came from Buzova, another village located by Darling at a distance of three kilometers. Of course, he picked up the passengers and there was full. Pushing each other waiting passengers, somehow got into the interior of the bus. My right shoulder was the fragrant basket of pears. Shaking on uneven road, the bus rolled in the direction of Kiev.
In Svyatoshino, the final tram stop, I sat on the tram 3 and drove to Downtown. Left at stop «Bessarabia market.» On the main street of Kiev here and there were repairs. Ball and took traders from the surrounding villages. There covered pavilion were horse carts and covered wagons, city life was in full swing. In the center of Downtown we have walked trolley and I without hesitation jumped into coming up 20. At the bus stop «Post Office» came out of the alley and headed on foot to the St. Michaels Square, where to Andrew Descent, a stones throw. Since it happened that my fault movement in the past was a historic place, so I decided to go back and transform it into an old man who lives on alms. The familiar kiosk decided to buy a newspaper and read about the situation in the country and Kiev. Familiar kiosk «Sojuzpechat» for my absence will not move, still stood in their place. Stallman immediately recognized me.
Well, how are you? Home soon?
Good country Bulgaria and Russia are the best! I decided to answer the words of fashion at the time of the song.
So you are from Russia? Continued its inquiry curious Stallman.
Im from Leningrad. Here on a business trip. I took a pass on the plant and put it under his nose. Stallman began to carefully examine my picture, official stamp. And suddenly, his eyes gazing at me over his glasses, climbed out of their sockets. He once again looked into a detailed booklet, which I have not letting go, holding his face.
Something I do not understand, young man, some confusion in your document? And then I came to this terrible mistake, because I did not pay particular attention to the issue of the year, noted in the pass. We had to do something. But Stallman began speaking almost in a whisper to me:
Ive been working for a long time and I all had a chance to observe in life, I tell you exactly from the future? I looked at it attentive and serious eyes, said:
That happened to me a disaster. What do I do I do not know, came to work at the «Electric appliance» that the street Glubochetskoy 17, bam, and fifty second year.
You know, come to us. Tell it like it in your time. What is expected? What can we expect any change?
And you can help me. I have to wait a year, then opened this place, and I can go home to their own reality.
I will help you. Enthusiastically spoke Stallman. My name is Leonid A. Sikorski.
Do you happen to a relative of the famous designer of helicopters Sikorsky?
Easy, you say so out loud, of course, this is my cousin. Here he is, and I am suffering here. Ill help you. I see you are an educated young man can tell me a lot out there that you have to eighty-one going on and what has happened already. Speaking these words, Leonid Abramowitz, has set a sign, «closed», and closed the castle window booth. Then he ran out of the stall and vigorously began to close the window of metal shutters, which hung on the window curtains and were driven to the left and right side of the kiosk. Soon rod concealing these shutters, hung a heavy padlock.
Im going to lock the kiosk at the castle, and we will go to me. Shirt, this is my husband, had promised to cook a pike on her special recipe, as it is able, Yum. Wait a little, a little. He quickly ran to the kiosk and began to rattle it lock, locking the kiosk.
At this time, I have someone gently took her elbow. I turned and saw a familiar face girl. Her jet-black eyes looked carefully, seriously and cautiously. I saw her black hair tied back in a long tail and immediately remembered where I could see her. In memory of that tragic event came when I decided to climb the stairs to the Castle Mountain and the girl went down.
Do not answer that. Immediately follow me. Saying these words, she quickly became a go at St. Andrew descent. When I saw her, and then I heard, I realized that it would help me, because certainly knows the vagaries of time portal. And not paying any attention to Leonid Abramovich cries, he rushed the girl only had Sikorski said: Do not tell anyone about me, or you misunderstood by others. Goodbye Leonid Abramowitz!
Good-bye, young man, do not think badly of me. His last words I could barely make out, because I have no time for it. She is clearly moving in the direction of the hill; from which I came down into the street St. Andrews Descent. She turned around, before stepping into the lane and making sure that Im going after him, I moved along the path up the hill. I would like quickened his pace but she kept the distance and walked in front of light springy gait, already rising to the Castle Mountain. I do laps it stopped. Raising his right hand, he gave me a sign to stop. Distance from her was fifteen meters, I stood rooted to the spot, not knowing what was happening. I could clearly see how she stepped into the center of the circle, and it melted like a ghost. I heart pounding with excitement, shaking all over with impatience, I rushed to the community, and without hesitation, jumped into the center. Instantly transformed all around. Yellow leaves on the trees and the bushes have not fallen down, and the sun was shining in the middle of the day. I did not stay in the circle, and quickly left. The girl I saw in front. Her long black hair rushed to the beat of tripping. I went after him. She first came to the stairs and quickly ran downstairs, I could not catch up with her, and lost sight of. Andrews descent lived his measured life. Merchants souvenirs. At St. Andrews Church Alley artists. I rubbed my eyes in disbelief. But the concern did not leave me. And to make sure that I went back in time, I went to the first available merchant badges and heraldry asked:
Do not you tell me what day it is? He looked searchingly at me, smiled and said:
Drink less necessary. And to be precise, today September 30, Tuesday, one you Syacha nine hundred eighty-first year. I almost blurted out «can not be!» But recollecting himself, said:
Thank you! And he added Unlike you, I do not drink and do not smoke. I turned away from him, began to think what to do next, and the next I heard only: And the girls do not touch.
I came home, as if nothing had happened. Asked Lily And what kind of a chicken and pies? Answer: The plant was given rations, so I took one. There were even apples and onions, but I refused.
Wow, you still here and the newspaper, however, still not dried out ink printing. And the hell we need these bags? Shaking in the air a bundle of linen bags, his wife wanted to know. Not paying attention to her words, said just that in the edition of the newspaper:
Yes, its anniversary edition. The wife did not try to find out what anniversary, and I did not spend it in the details. The next day, I went to work and began working diligently at his workplace