(C), Alexander Bazhenov / Ze PagaN / PGC / BDA
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Ze PagaN
P R E S E N T
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... Sometimes the truth of life
worse than life itself ...
Dedicated to my school friends and
Comrades: Svorovskomu Dimitri
Galetsky Igor and Emel'yanov EB
genius; untimely death ...
I
The sharp ring at the door interrupted the pleasant
dream, and rudely pushed into a boring solution
reality. The clock was just no
quarter to nine. Rise was
damn feel like, but someone emphasis
but pressed the call button. Dissatisfied
but mumbling and scratching himself, he more
SICOM zashlepal to the door.
- Who's there?
- Tell me, Sergei Krasnov here
lives? - Answer a question
question.
- Yes, sort of, and to whom he shall need
beat up so early? - Yawning, spro
forces it.
- Central recruitment. Keywords
but the sentence was made for the door.
Remains of sleep immediately vanished, and Sergei
remembered that almost a week ago he reached the dangerous age
after which it waits for a complete unknown, referred to the
army. Opening the door, he I saw the smiling youngster pimply,
hands him a piece of paper. - Hello, I am a messenger from the
recruiting office ... - Rattled guy. - That you have written
on my forehead. - Interrupted Sergei and it took the paper.
- You should come the next day at 8.30
the recruiting station to undergo medical examination for
fitness for the passage of military service. - Blurted out,
youngster and often breathe, breath.
- My God, what style! - Smile
Sergei reading the agenda.
- Sign here, here. - Handed a pen guy and smiled slyly, he
added. - Congratulations! - Do not Hami! - Sergei grunted and
closed the door.
He went into the kitchen and threw it on the agenda
table. Some time looking at detached
window, which began a rampage spring. "Damn, how reluctant,
because at 2 years, and maybe 3?! "- he thought grimly. From
these thought he was not alone, and that at least a little
distracted, he started production of sandwiches and sausage.
Breakfasted and dressed hastily, Sergey
went out and walked to the bus
stop. After passing a couple of quarters, he came near the
sports complex. Rose on the second floor and opened the door
with a sign "Karate". Sergei passed through the locker room and
was in the gym. Anyone else
There was no training only 13.00. In the far corner of the
small man of about forty-dressed in white Kim corrected mats.
He glanced at the newcomer. - Sergey? What are you so early, is
not even twelve!
Sergei did not answer and stood silently, leaning against
the wall. Coach sharply straightened and went to him.
- What happened ..? Well, why are you silent?
- Oh, nothing special, Igor,
take me to the army ... The day after tomorrow ...
- T-ah-ah-to ... - Handed trainer. - The agenda was to be
received? - Uh-huh. - Sergei nodded.
- "Do not be shy! - The coach slapped on the shoulder. - After
it passes almost everyone. - Yes, I do not get shy, but somehow
not on itself ... - I understand - he smiled Igor -
understand. Mother had already told?
- No yet, she still did not come with the night.
They paused, thinking about each
her.
- You know what - the coach said, - it must be
Note! I will cancel a training session for today,
and we'll go to some cafes and
vmazhem a bottle of Pepsi! How are you at it
looking at?
- To be honest, without much entuziazma.mrachno spoken Sergey.
- Come on you, Serge, in fact! After
not every day you send in the army! And anyway, remember, all
that is done - all to better! - Igor smiled.
- Well, I remember. - Said Sergey.
- Well, let's go, let's go! - Hurried to the coach.
Sergei paused in the doorway and the last time he looked
around at the place where he spent so much time. Sighed and
decisive step came after the coach ...
II
Nearly seven in the evening he returned home.
Mother opened the door and immediately hung from
his neck, softly crying.
- Ma, what are you doing this as well? - Asked in alarm
Sergey. Mother, wiping her tears silently summons.
- Oh, it's ... - He shrugged his shoulders. - Homeland
calls, you know. - He tried to joke.
Only it turned out not funny. He took off his shoes and walked
into his room, his mother, quietly sobbing, went after him.
Arriving at the appointed time to the recruiting
point, Sergei saw a dozen more "lucky" dejectedly sitting on
the benches and wait for their turn. Periodically from study
came out a stout lady and vykrikivalal sharp falsetto someone's
name. Soon my turn came up to him. Sergey entered the small
room and looked around. In one corner stood a screen, opposite
the door stood a desk, behind which sat the important man of
fifty and something quickly wrote. The office was very stuffy
and smoky. In the next room rattle some utensils lady of
indeterminate age. - Come in, sit down. - A man, not looking
of securities, jabbing his finger at the chair. - Semyonovna,
well, you should at least opened the window, because breathe
nothing like a bath, my word! - Smoking should be less! Nadym,
like a locomotive! And I counter-drafts, I sick person, I have
rheumatism, and generally ...
The man frowned and waved his painful
hand.
- Well, everything was got! Now a long time ...
Finally he looked at Sergei and offered:
- T-uh-KS, who is with us?
- Red I. - Said Sergey.
- It's good. - For some reason, said the man. -
Aha, here it is! - And pulled out a folder with a personal
thing Sergey. - Well, we'll see ...
For some time he was flipping through every now and then
wiping the sweat from his brow with a handkerchief, with Sergei
bored examined wallpaper on the wall unsuccessfully trying to
find them something entertaining.
- Well, - said the commissar - seemingly
you're a guy with no deviations. Let's see what
say doctors, who, incidentally, are
out of that door. Then Will you come to me with
results.
Medical commission consisted of five
Doctors: ENT, ophthalmologist, NEVROPOTOLOG, SURGEON
and therapists, who also came to a unanimous diagnosis -
healthy, fit for service.
After reading a medical examination,
commissar nodded satisfactorily and
said:
- I think you would be appropriate to send a team of 80 "A".
- But ... but to me it says nothing. -
Sergei shrugged.
- Imagine, me too. - Joked Commissar.
- "Do not worry, the next day, when you
will arrive at the assembly point, he'll know. Confidentially
say, will serve SRF. Heard about the troops?
- Nope.
- Well, of course! - Surprised the man. - Strategic Rocket
Forces, the pride of our army! I think you're in luck. - Yeah,
like winning at roulette. - Smile Sergei stood up.
Already near the door he stopped and asked:
- Tell me, in these ... SMF ... how many are?
- As with all of the Army. - No
looking up from the papers said the Commissar.
- So, two years? - Do not let up Sergei.
- Two, two! - Raised his head, man. - Go
and does not bother me to work.
Sergei sighed and muttered: "Good-bye, pushed the front door.
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To be continued in DEJA VU # 0A
