Maximum #32 06 марта 1997

Reprinted with cont. - Papuans from Honduras (continued).

           Reprinted with CONTINUATION.


 (R) Pavel Fedin


              V. Shinkarev

              Papuan from Honduras.
             (Continued)



   Pantyukhov Wet was the third hour was in the mugs and 
conducted surveillance of a large village Zhositskoe. Sometimes 
he throws up his hands as if wanting to hit a swarm of blue, 
fat flies flying around, crawling the grass on the mug of 
sweaty face Pantyukhov. The sun has passed after midday, the 
heat intensified. Pantyukhov wiped adhere to the face trash 
grass and midges, keenly looking at the slow-moving from the 
heat village.



   Right before your eyes Pantyukhov yellow dandelions on a 
black background shadow of the barn proudly drooped in the 
heat, like the beautiful women of Vermeer; on several women 
weeded gray bolotische. In the village electrician then climbed 
on one, then another pole and touched the electricity. 


   Pantyukhov repeatedly raised was just enough to remove the 
electrics from the post, but the edge was a liar - with three 
shots and only one pick up and identify yourself ahead of time 
and vain, Pantyukhov not like. 


   Numbness came over him, his eyelids close. Imperceptibly 
from the hideous sound of flies separated discordant, rumbling 
roar. Pantyukhov shuddered, raised himself from mugs and looked 
at the sun-drenched road: from the forest to the village crept 
colored tape some crowd.



   It was a gang once known artist, now a gangster
Vitka Tikhomirov.


   Hefty, half drunk for boldness lads knock off swords burdock,
prancing horses on the shiny, shimmering in the heat-air waved 
flags and banners brushes Vitka Tikhomirov, portraying himself 
Vitka Tikhomirov, morosely Nestor Makhno, Bakunin, Prince 
Kropotkin with an ax in his hand, Che Guevara, Jack the Ripper 
Bonnie and Clyde, and many others - only Sasha Zheguleva was 
not on the These banners, as has been already knew Pantyukhov.



   The fighters have been Vitka of all shades - more than all, 
of course, was whiskered, red-faced, red mugs with drunken 
singing Strike Vanya brass knuckles. " But there was, for 
example, a group of youths in black shirts, loud crying 
"Dzhovenezu" (and some of them gently moaned, "Horst Wessel"), 
distance traveled with tired, sad faces in konfederatkah guys 
singing "Red Poppies at Monte Cassino; hatred they looked at 
the Blackshirts, and they themselves fiercely looked samovar 
faces thugs with homemade George Cross. 


   Did not have Vitka Detachment only Tolstoyans, cops were not,
Spy all. But especially Victor did not like Buddhists. Three 
times Tikhomirov, took the city by storm Nirvanovo-Voznesensk, 
socket and hotbed of Buddhist infection, and cut out all 
budditstov outright, and three times the city rebuilt, runs 
into gentle bab-weavers men (budditsty as claimed Vic), and 
again led the Tikhomirov his detachment raskulachivat city 
Nirvanovo-Voznesensk, the third time in one summer.



   For fighters ehalo gulf painted feminine in carts and dozens 
of baggage carts - with seed grain, pork barrels, crates with 
moonshine, champagne and vodka "Golden Ring", pieces of tissue 
and Yugoslav wallpaper, car parts, furniture, tableware, 
stereos. 


   Especially kept supplying less shirpotrebnyh goods, 
household items personally Tikhomirov: paint, plaster statues, 
portrait Batko Makhno on a bicycle, requisitioned a museum 
painting "a la Russe," an American, apparently, the artist E. 
Kebpekoba (signed by Latin letters: A. CABPACOB). 


   The gang drove up to the village. Victor waved. Individual 
voices silent and after a few seconds of silence vile voice 
Zapevalov whined somewhere in the column: 

      Nina as a picture with fraerom rows.
      Give me, Kenar, Finn, I'll go ahead
      Ask a sho it for Kent ...


   And the sleek, bursting with daring bandits sprang like a 
rotten orange, without waiting for the end of the verse the 
chorus (though not of the same song): 

      A bottle of vodka sem,
      vzgramazdyus on my love,
      and then in parilochku,
      t-t-ttvayu mother!


   The gang moved into the village. The girls poured into the 
area before the mail razzyavya mouth and could see the 
muzzle-fed fighters. An old man on crutches brought a loaf of 
bread with a towel and wiping away tears, filed Tikhomirov.



   And Pantyukhov wet so it was a shame to look at this 
prosperous freemen, that his mother woke the women, and came 
very close to Tikhomirov.



   - Torn his ugly face! - Breathlessly, "he shouted.


   All was silent. Old man with a loaf ceases to cry and 
staggered for women.



   Vic essential straightened priests and cough, stroked his 
mustache. 


   - Tris you your hat! - Shouted Pantyukhov - Bows still
Anarchist pinned, Bandit!


   Victor Tikhomirov cocked his head back and raised one 
eyebrow is much higher than the other. Immediately to it, 
dismounted, ran a pale, lennonovskih rotten boy in glasses.



   - Pantyukhov wet from zhegulevskih, - whispered the young 
man Vitka. 


   Vic coughed corrected machine-gun belts on his chest and it 
is important how sweet lord serf, said:



   - Why do you scold me, dear? What is worse than yours, I 
Sasha? 


   Pantyukhov gnashed his teeth and clenched his fists:


   - Sasha bright light Dete! Sasha was a positive name,
we had the people's conscience upromyslim, and you got us, as
lice to comb! Dear me, "What have I done! You're a bandit and a 
thief, there's something ryahu ate at grablennyh general store, 
and we are in the unit for three days zhramshi! 


   - How can we fail to expropriate? - Broke in a pale young 
man, an anarchist - because we, as Zhegulev, stand with Applied 
initiative ultraparadoxical phase of total failure! 


   - And? "Astral-mental, with the bitch! - With cruel malice 
Pantyukhov said, looking at the Anarchist - Oh, this man would 
chuck stratification! I heard about you, viper, but his hands 
did not reach. 


   - Tell Panteley, you have a certain political
program? - Asked the young man, accustomed to much.


   - How much to eat, all our


   - But you could be formulated?


   - "If I have someone articulate, Duc, he will not rise, and 
our program is simple: you are alive today, and tomorrow you 
are not. 


   - You fool, you think we kramolnichaem? - Continued 
Pantioukhov, referring to Victor, - we do not kramolnichaem we 
goryushko People nevosplakuchee tears wash for people Rada! And 
you urkagan, nadot you to jail! Do you drink vodka! - Shouted 
the insult Pantyukhov finally.



   All were silent.


   - Uymis you durachina, now you Vic, "Get up, sire," suit! - 
Shouted from the crowd of some woman in muhoyarovoy 
dushegreyke. 


   Pantioukhov, smile, spit, do not spit, but somehow
especially contemptuously dropped saliva from the tongue.


   All over again, vostorgnuvshis, silent.


   - Sashka of yours I bet plenty of people my perekokoshil! -
Vic said, thoughtfully.


   - Sashka our koknet one hour later Duc suffers. Ten koknet - 
ten o'clock was suffering, crying! And you ... Spy all catch! 
In Ozhogin Volochok and it was something less than forty yards, 
and you there one hundred spies nastrelyal! Although Masha from 
the general store clerk - what did she spy, and on weekends if 
we gave kosorylovku! 


   All held their breath at once. Victor, a faint smile, 
vaguely looked at Pantyukhov. Krovushkoy smell on a sunny area 
of ​​the village. Explicit obidka out Ataman - because the fact 
is that women are somehow fundamentally Vic never coca - sorry, 
sorry and miserable, and frigidity, and those who did not give 
- still sorry. Aunt Masha from the general store to crumble two 
playing pranks Blackshirts, for which they then Vic 
sobstvenoruchno slapped, and with them at the same time another 
five akovtsev; because Tikhomirov was soon in such cases, and 
the motto of his was even easier than Sasha: First Action, and 
then figure it out.



   Pantyukhov instantly realized Vse it when gentle hand Vitka 
orderly Parokonnogo pulled him from under his jacket cut, and 
other hand gently took hold of the shoulder. Pantyukhov 
realized that today it's alive, but tomorrow it will not.



   The women wail in advance, for all Sasha's fighters were 
sorry, but Pantyukhov loved as a mother.



   Victor raised his hand and waited, when all zamolknut and 
quietly inquired.



   - A Buddhist?


   The women wail again, having heard such a terrible question, 
but error was too obvious - at a Buddhist Pantyukhov clearly 
not pulled. 


   - Spy Tolstoyan, cop, David Baui? - Tikhomirov issued 
immediately clip assumptions, each of which smelled of the 
grave. 


   - At Tolstoyans like ... - Obligingly nodded purulent
anarchist, knowing that one of the fatal assumptions Pantyukhov 
not pass.



   - Well, once Tolstoyan and rubai it, lads! - Without raising 
his voice, threw Victor Tikhomirov over his shoulder and 
touched the horse. 


   Zaulyulyukali, whistling, gleamed in the dusty air, fun
Checkers, shiny horse cereals and fat fighters overshadowed by 
the scruff of the Bab groaning hoarsely materyaschegosya 
Pantyukhov wet. 


   Yes. Today you are alive - and tomorrow you do not have.

     . . . . . . . . . .


   Along with Pantyukhov Wet was not and the Mushroom 
Kolotyrnika Seney, and insulting, absurd: Senia, unable to do 
without alkagolya, became gradually a little something 
poisonous mushrooms, and soon and never regained consciousness 
and died. 


   Upon learning of the death Pantyukhov, Sasha entire squad 
threw a fierce battle and Vitya Tikhomirov, and almost won 
fattened on stolen fat bandits (who are now among the people 
directly is considered a gang), but the foot zhegulevtsam not 
take it Vitka into the ring, and he lick the wounds left by 
Novgorod. But Sasha has missed many the best fighters, and some 
have betrayed the people's cause, and left behind Tikhomirov, 
its the women and drink gratis. 


   Little remains of the faithful, but they rallied rail 
systems. 


   Fall was coming, Sasha knew that winter in the woods not to 
move will have to return to the city, to family, to the hateful 
work in the office, and therefore the squad hastily fought day 
and night: outright slaughtered and buried geological party of 
the well, which geologists had drilled, blasted all the buses 
in the area, derailed a dozen long-distance trains. We even 
managed to bring down several low-flying aircraft for maize, 
pollinating field. 


   Once chilly September night, Sasha and Tomilin silently
removed the guard kindergarten cottages, quietly propped doors, 
and peg began carefully scoring window: Sasha was holding a 
board, and Tomilin wrapped in cotton wool with a hammer grab 
her gvozdochkom 


   Only in the morning when the sky brightened, were boarded up 
the windows of a large wooden structure. 


   Tomilin pressed to the crack and listened for a long time: 
all was quiet, everyone was asleep. 


   - Come on, Sasha, - he whispered and began to unscrew the 
lid cans of kerosene. 


   Sasha picked up the canister, a little tilt, but then 
thought, and looked longingly at the sky. Tears in his eyes 
flickered under the light fading under the firmament of stars. 
He sat on the porch and gripped his head with his hands.



   Tomilin gently, gently laid his hand on his shoulder:


   - It is hard to you, Sasha?


   Sasha did not answer, swallowed her tears and nodded.


   - It is hard, Sasha, ooh hard ... - With a deep sigh said 
Tomilin. - And it's hard. And who is now easy for? Brock one is 
easy! Nothing, Sasha, all upromyslim ... Flawless rotation does 
not make such a steep and much of the human conscience! Our 
time - Threshing is something this ... murkiness of some sort. 
Must be because someone it shoveled?



   Sasha muffled moan.


   - Sasha, Sasha, - wept Tomilin - you would have credentials 
to sit touching you so bright!



   Tomilin voice rang out - and how much strength left 
neisplakannoy People were in it! 


   - Yes, Tomilin, yes ... Oh, I feel sick! - Strangled said 
Alexander, rvanuv collar - but why, why, why, Tomilin? 


   - Why? - Cried Tomilin - Why? And then that fall
krovushka mother in damp earth and grow flowers conscience of 
the people! Sasha, Sasha! You know ... Who? You have said, I 
know for me, who? You're everything to me goryushko, bolyushko 
Silushka and human, that's who! Sasha, do not be silent! Would 
you like the earth is going? - And Tomilin, leaning against dew 
land were seized with trembling lips the ground. 


   Alexander thoughtfully grabbed his thin fingers trampled 
clump of black earth and looked at her tear-stained eyes. 


   - Here she is ... Zemlitsy ... - A trembling voice he said.


   Tomilin, sniffing and sobbing, picked up a canister with
kerosene and ...


   (Ivan, coming out of his stupor, jerked and gasped:


   - Turn ...


   Valerie stared at him:


   - Do not you like? Zashibanskoe movie.


   - Switch quickly ... - Not moving, painful grimace
Ivan.)


   Two minutes on the screen crawls sekundnoya arrow. Ivan 
looks depressed, not moving. Then the display shows a dashing 
young man like Ivan, intensely staring kudo something sideways. 
Ivan started and the young man, though seeing this, smiles 
happily and announces: 


   - Dorogie comrades! Today in our art program
Film Sport likes strong. " On central television movie
demonstrates for the first time.


   Under the deafening roar from the crowd Alexei came to the 
platform and jumped several times, stretching. 


   - On the dais Alexei Stepanov, Soviet Union! - Roared the 
speaker and, echoing him, zalopotali in different languages 
​​to vote in the other gromadnogo parts of the hall.



   (Ivan sigh of relief, leans back):


   - Thank You Lord ... Something is finally normal! And I do
thought - delirium tremens from us!


   Valera calmly looking at the display, clapping short 
eyelashes.) 


   Stepanov priveustvenno raised his hands, feeling the waves 
rise in him a good fighting spirit. 


   - His opponent - Richard Gryushengauer, Federal Republic of
Germany, performing under the pseudonym of Hamburg monster.


   Alex quickly looked around - it was important not to miss a 
moment Released on the German stage. Even on the way he crawls 
under the rope, it was possible to quite accurately determine 
its condition and level of preparedness for battle. Hamburg 
monster, strong and technically a player deliberately climbed 
casually, leaning his arms on the floor and spitting. Leaving 
it so badly staggered that he had to grabbed the table.



   Richard Gryushengauer was a veteran of booze at the last 
Olympics at the forefront. A few years ago Alex Stepanov saw 
him on demonstrations of the best perepoyschikov Bolshoi Drama 
Theater in Moscow. At his side was an experience on the side of 
Alexis - youthful. 


   The seconds ran on the dais with buckets, towels and rags. 
Gryushengauer, rocking, staring at them dull, uncomprehending 
eyes, his face swollen from the workout, turned toward the 
ground, his hands twitching randomly in search of support. This 
could be, and probably was bluffing - this behavior, he

expected to lull an opponent to submit to a duel
slight and unimportant.


   He was dressed in tattered coveralls and jacket - it is 
unclear that led him to believe that this is so familiar

Stepanov form, can break through the psychological protection
Soviet athlete.


   - Just do not relax, Alyosha, only not to relax -
said firmly Stepanov coach of the Soviet team, Al and prominent
theorist booze, did much to develop new sport: in particular, 
his pen belonged book "Census: sport or Art? "and" to give 
people joy (Chronicle booze). 


   Sounded a warning whistle, and all but two seconds, who are 
responsible to the extent necessary to open and pour the 
bottle, left the ring. 


   They heard a second whistle, and opponents sat across from 
each other.



   Richard Gryushengauer awkward movement was freed from his 
jacket and threw it on the floor. On closer view of the Soviet 
athlete did not escape that suit the opponent is painted in 
accordance with a pseudo-scientific theory of the 
Goethe-Kandinsky on psychophysiological effects of color, and 
although Soviet science of repolarization rejected, for 
example, any statement about Kandinsky emetic reflection on the 
combination of blue and dirty yellow, Stepanov involuntarily 
turned his eyes away from the ugly stain that covered Hamburg 
Monster, like a giraffe. 


   The roar of the hall gradually subsided. Alexei deftly 
opened the second bottle of Moldova "and poured a glass of port.



   - Full nalivay - quietly said Alexei, quivering nostrils, 
catching a familiar scent. Stepanov has long specialized in 
"Moldavian" port, although trained by the complex method. Its 
spectrum of sporting equipment was wide, from the Chateau 
d'Ikema and Creme de Violet to brake fluid and uncleaned 
varnish, but it gave preference to port, and that was a 
characteristic feature of the celebrated Soviet school 
hangover. Advantage "Moldova" red port on the other had a high 
rate bormotushnosti. His opponent fought mint liqueur, not so 
bormotushnym, but specific and nazhoristym. 


   Thus, the technical parameters of the sporting rivals 
equalized. The victory will get stronger. 

     . . . . . . . . . . .


   Gong sounded and the match began.


   German athlete Shrugged and first looked at Alexis, once 
shaking off his feigned apathy. High-volitional quality and 
courage shone in his eyes, compensating for a considerable for 
perepoyschika age. 


   - Syn-bitch, but well, look, Thou I skanishshe vyshru, tfayu 
mother! - Fiercely shouted Hamburg monster, turning was out

eyes. He grabbed a glass and immediately knocked mint liqueur 
into a huge mouth, and then, without even making a swallowing 
motion, bit off a piece of glass, and rasped loudly with his 
teeth and swallowed. Richard Gryushengauer belonged to, 
however, rather numerous category of athletes who prevented a 
ban on all types of snacks than inorganic compounds.



   Alex smiled almost imperceptibly. He understood that the 
opponent relies on intimidation. But such a show of force could 
disturb anyone, but not the Soviet athletes. Not for nothing 
the rest of the German national team chose a different tactic 
to combat - refined, gallant style, imbued with subtle irony 
and contempt for the enemy. 


   Alex slowly, unsure of sips sipped a quarter cup, terribly 
frowned and sniffed disdainfully balance, falling behind glass.



   Stepanov, of course, understood that even in the heat of 
battle rival not consider this a bluff at face value, but the 
transition from passivity to a sharp attack can achieve 
psychological benefits of the most experienced opponent.



   Hamburg polusedenny monster threw a glass at the back
and rygnuv, continued:


   - Come on, bitch syn, look, Thou I fluoride glass vyshru, 
tfayu mother!



   Stepanov alarmed. For such a rough game could be a subtle 
trick. Double repeating a hackneyed trick Richard Gryushengauer 
clearly trying to lull the enemy at the beginning of the game, 
not letting him feel the degree of their preparedness. Was 
unclear and a strange accent - for the Russian language has 
long been became the international language of the census, and 
Gryushengauer knew it already when the census only crossed the 
borders of the Soviet Union and began a triumphant march across 
countries and continents, displacing other sports and the arts. 


   Alex looked over the ropes on a completely swollen face of 
his coach, who was sitting with a bottle of "Streletskaya" at 
the judges' table. 


   - More relaxed, Lesch, calmly, - whispered to an experienced 
coach, morning only endured the brutal attack of delirium 
tremens, and Stepanov saw him on the lip. 


   Under the eerie screeching second cup eaten bogy
Alex calmly finished his first dose.


   - Pour two glasses - he said quietly to second.


   It is now nearly half of the first round and scored a fright
five times more points - had to give an account of what tactics 
to intimidate or, more precisely, the confusion has worked. 


   Alexei smooth gesture lifted his second glass, and much
confidently drank, at a time when his right hand, put the empty 
glass, the same smooth gesture - the left has brought a 
different mouth, and when the glass was gone, right already 
brought a third glass filled seconds. 


   At this rate, he worked for ten minutes, until the voice of 
the commentator did not keep Alexei listen. 


   - Russian perepoyschik - quickly said a commentator - offers 
a perfect possession style "Zagrebalnaya machine, although it 
should be noted that he performs the glass in three and a half 
vyhleba and German perepoyschik - one that strongly affect the 
Estimates made by the panel of judges. In addition, Stepanov 
clearly neglects the psychological side of fighting with the 
enemy. One gets the impression that he simply does not notice 
that too is a kind of style, rejected, however, is still at the 
dawn of booze. This style is more oppresses and suppresses most 
athlete than his opponent, besides, I think, all viewers will 
say with me: This repolarization is not needed! This is not art!



   - Well, Gatina pokanaya, glyati, Thou I tevyaty stakanishshe 
vyshru mother tfayu! - Shouted Hamburg monster. 


   He realizes that he is clearly losing in artistry, but could 
not change tactics before the end of the round, as a break enemy

had to be reconstructed.


   Attack and strong attack, you had to start at the beginning
the second round.

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