What am I saying, forget the pain shes gone. Urged the Leonidas. Peter jumped up again and have already firmly decided not to think about incidents. And the pain for quite left him.
After checking in recovery friend Leonid hurried off to her.
When Leonid went into his room, his astonishment knew no bounds. The room was furnished exactly in exactly as in the rehabilitation center. The same furniture. The same chair and wardrobe. At the coffee table nailed to the wall bookshelf with books on it. I thought: I am confident that the selection of books is the same! And he came closer with curiosity to see the volume. Was striking that adventure Eulenspiegel, here near Dumas The Three Musketeers and Twenty Years Later. And here is the famous Twelve Chairs and Bulgakovs Master and Margarita. Leonid sadly turned away from books, automatically looked out the window. There, oh, this cannot be a familiar landscape is exactly the same as the window of the rehabilitation center. Is seen adjacent to the windows of the park. In the rays of afternoon sun blooms spring leaves. Leonid instinctively glanced at the clock that ticked rhythmically on the wall, there was already 14- 00. Well, if there reigns a familiar environment, that is, the need to collect your thoughts and think about all the good. Understand what happened, good deal of thought to do next? With that in mind, he went into the bathroom. For a long time, there was splashing, washing off the raid today and the unpleasant impression of the meeting with the coach Kecho. Water, miraculously calmed completely shattered, despite a good exposure, the nervous system. And with the reassurance came clarity of thought and reason. The clock hands are showing 16- 00, when Leonid sat down in a chair under a bookshelf. With the book in hand, with his favorite piece Adventures of Eulenspiegel. But he did not read. Contents and actions of the main character seemed so naive at times to primitivism stupid that he soon closed it and put it in place. Then took Dumas Twenty Years Later. Here the characters act in a coordinated and targeted, reaching its intended target with confidence and in some cases even before the senseless folly. Not so with Peter, they have no reason to act. Yeah, and what they hope for? After all, out of this world do not. But He, Leonidas, and found himself in such a situation is not to lay down their arms and desperately trying not to act in an attempt to find a way out. Vedas Two- Face in the clutches of the World, from which all seemed to be no escape, he still managed to get out in one piece. And there he was alone. Here his friends shoulder, his support and participation will help to sort out joint actions in the hidden situation and take action. This latency is due to unknown obstacles and uncertainty dictate their terms to the action. And Leonid decides to sort things out, namely, put all the items where they were? whom serve? Who is the real background Fiers and to whom does it serve? Who is the scientist Theo and who he is here on Earth? And many, many questions that will arise in the course of their stay with Peter this world, as well as the individual Kecho Range States and who they really are? And, to understand with all this incomprehensible jumble of community, and that the community is behind it, it will be possible to draw some conclusions and a decision will come. He would share his thoughts with Sobinova tomorrow in training. And Peter, probably just thinks like him, Leonid.
During the deliberation of his position quickly time flew by. And in those moments, as he wanted to go to Peter, to discuss the situation further joint action. His restrained only a stern warning Kecho never If not talk to each other and undeniable threat of solitary confinement, in case of disobedience. Leonid, of course, was not afraid of threats, especially from the questionable coach. But in the current situation worth behave cautiously and prudently. He went to the kitchen. There, Leonid found a set of several varieties of coffee. And even in the refrigerator find fresh milk, which astonished him. Location here in the transcendent world, milk. He opened a plastic bottle, filled his glass, took a sip. The milk was fresh- tasting and smelling herbs. Fresh bread on the table sliced cakes and groin. Amazing service hit a neat and tidy, but a sense of suspense did not leave him. In the end, Leonid, following the folk wisdom sleep on it, came out from the kitchen into the room. And soon in bed, after having got the alarm exactly at six in the morning.
In the morning, at six, Leonid jumped out of bed at the sound of frantic alarm. At first could not understand where he is. Very much not like to go back to reality. But, memory inexorably and steadily regained its offensive in the coming days. Finally, he figured out where they are, what with him, so, hurry, there was no point. Gym was Vkontse corridor and five minutes is more than covered that distance. But communion with Peter, it was a pressing issue, especially after the categorical prohibition Kecho, threatened to lock- in the case of disobedience. Depressed by the actual state of things, Leonid, put on his tracksuit. Wearing a suit, he decided to go to Peter in his room, but only after the usual morning routines that occupy no more than twenty- five minutes in the morning. And here he is at the door leading to another room. He firmly grasped the handle front door, immediately metallic voice was broadcast:
Attention! Trying to break! Do you still have two more attempts! After that you will be used to measure the cooler!
Automatic voice like clockwork, repeating the same thing without interruption. And only when Leonid away from the door, he turned off.
Hands of the clock slowly crept to the figure 6- 55, to the point where he and Peter will come out at the same time and will go a long corridor, and thats when he can, Leonid, talk, finally, on the other. But all was not as planned, Leonid. As soon as he and Peter went out of their rooms between them, like a mushroom- ball, rose Kecho.
Greetings, new recruits! He spat sarcastically. What, no waiting! And not having to say the response word, rattled patter: You have the room first so he called Leonid remained in reserve two more attempts to break the rules set by me, followed by a two- week solitary confinement. I dare say that the trial solitary confinement is included in our program, with the only difference being that the program will hold each of you out there without food and eating exactly one month, it will be only when I teach you the techniques of how to survive such a long stay in the extreme conditions without food and water. Youre number two he emphatically looked upon Peter have three attempts.
And what it is for an animal such lock- up? Could not resist Peter, stung to the quick responses, dismissive tone, and condescending manner Kecho. They moved down the hall one by one with a trainer Kecho middle. If such a motion all communication between friends were excluded. But Peters question Kecho answered
Book-7. Edem, novella
V. Speys
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Annotation
Three years have passed since the command of the general was conditionally convicted for transferring secret materials to foreign intelligence of a flying disc. The wife of the test pilot of the missing person unexpectedly receives a strange letter New adventures begin, related to the search in the footsteps of the missing test pilot. Pleasant readings, your author V. V. Speys.
Book VII. Edem novella
Chapter 1
Krazimova Anna opened her eyes while lying in bed. She was awakened by a persistent doorbell. For three long years, no news of Leni. Though she was told that her husband was missing. But deep down she could not believe this terrible news. She never for a moment doubted that her Lenya alive and ever will give news about themselves. And suddenly this doorbell. She sleepily glanced at the clock ticking away in the corner of uniformly, wedding gift Garinova General Alexei. Arrows these massive antique clocks pointed to ten minutes to nine.
Again, overslept. It occurred to her again will grumble at the nursery governess Dima.
She jumped out of bed, draping on the go on a nightgown robe and ran out into the corridor, heading for the front door. There stood the postman.
Sign here, please. Immediately, he said.
Why should I sign? Anya asked warily.
You got a letter from abroad with the notification. Insisted postman. He was obviously in a hurry, impatient and held out log with a red notice form. In the magazine in front of her name was a free cell.
These logs are available at the post office and go there to get registered mail with notification. Responsible Anya.
I have no time for you, madam, to debate about this, so I ask you, sign. He jabbed a finger into the box and gave her a pen to paint. Anya sighed and put his signature.
Please, here! He showed her a free box on a red notification form. Anna sighed and put his signature on the form. Postman in turn sighed and looked into his eyes expressively Ani, handing the envelope. The envelope had the Chilean address and almost all of it was plastered with beautiful stamps. Strange was this envelope with no return address and no name of the sender. It only means that this is Chile, Villa Bavaria. Anya surprised considered envelope, turning it in his hands, suddenly remembering that it is necessary to conduct Dima in kindergarten and threw the envelope on the table by the mirror.
Mama! The kids voice from the next room. What, Dad came?
Anya sighed deeply and sensually:
No, son, it was the postman! Bring a letter!
Pechkin? Asked seriously kid. About postman he knew the familiar cartoon characters and genuinely believed that one day and the postman knocks on their door and it will certainly postman Pechkin from Buttermilk and then bring the cherished letter from the Pope, so that he waits and hopes that his father will certainly still write and his mother. Just Dad is very busy and he had no time. Whenever the day came for the evening dawn, and Dima came time, goes to bed, he thought about the same, that there will come the next day and the letter will come tomorrow.
Mom, this is a letter from the pope? Asked son with undisguised curiosity.
No, again, of what may be a Christian sect with an invitation to come to the meeting.
And will you go?
Of course not, my son, I have a lot to do at home and at work.
Dima sighed as quite an adult. On the threshold of his room seemed a boy of five years in pajamas painted with color pictures of mushrooms and butterflies. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and fists went into the dressing room.
On the street the day met Anya March thaw. Gloomy sky nestled heavy leaden clouds. Rare wet snow was falling with large drops of rain. Gusts of cold wind threw a wet abyss in the face, blowing out cold under the scarf. Wrapped and trying to turn away from the spray on the embankment of the Moscow River Anya went to Dima for kindergarten. Toddler clung to his mothers hand, and they soon came to a crossroads where on the opposite side of the street was a kindergarten.
You would have led to dinner! To meet their kindergarten teacher.
Well, you know, I do not have time to sleep off duty! In the hearts retorted Anne.
And what is your husband, does not give money? She asked sarcastically.
Involuntary eye tears rolled forward.
I have three years of living in the dark, and no one can tell where he is?
What have you loved him so he ran away? Stalking the teacher.
Look, you can, if you again in a similar tone will question me, I will not complain about you!
Oh, oh, oh, what a scare! Running, leading the boy by the hand of the childrens locker room, she threw at him. Anya, sniffling, wiping her tears with a handkerchief. She ran out into the street. Fine snow and rain threw a wet veil in the face. It became even more repulsive to the soul. It spoiled the mood of not passing slush added. And the oppressive loneliness again took possession of all her being. Everything in the world at that moment it seemed she was bad. Anya thought her Lenya alive and that it was something out of the ordinary, so he cannot report yourself. At the thought of her actions of the authorities have imposed such that in the event of the death of her husband as the wife of the Hero of Russia was to be put a good pension. But instead, his family deprived of the gift giving and the state have not appointed a decent pension. Anya was handed a message on the letterhead of the Department of Defense that her husband was missing. Soon to work in a prestigious medical facility chief doctor called her to him and announced a categorical tone that brooked no argument that she was fired for careless attitude. In fact it was a wolf ticket. With this wording in the workbook it will not be hired, even in places not so remote. She still managed to get a nurse on duty in the home for the elderly disabled, ex- military, where it was necessary to carry out the dirty and sometimes rewarding work to care for the sick. Money for all missing. And they Dima heckled as they could. This state of affairs in the family could not affect relations with others. And the first thing neighbors on the landing. All of a sudden stopped to say hello, others pointedly turned away, passing by Anya and Dima. Only Anna Sobinova was a frequent guest at Krazimova. But had fallen on her head and trouble completely crippled young woman. Anna began to drink, vodka, drowning the hardships of life.
Did you ever have a son! Often said she drunkenly. And I have no one. Pouring himself a glass of vodka next faceted, she said Ana, who at that time was preparing meager dinner. Anna often thought about a change in the nature of friends and wondered why Sobinova could talk to her Anya just drunk? At a time when Ana, more than ever, needed a friendly support, which would somehow sort out this situation in life and do something. When Krazimova was on duty at his home for the elderly disabled, Sobinova sat with Dima. Relegated him to a childrens garden and picked him up from day care. Sobinova not dump her friend in trouble, but to talk with Anna in a sober state still refused. Anya with felt, somehow the catalyst, prompting Sobinov drinking. And when, one day, Anna told her about it, she began to cry. Through tears, explaining to Anya that it becomes too sad because it reminds her best years.