Reprinted with CONTINUATION.
(R) Pavel Fedin
V. Shinkarev
Papuan from Honduras.
(End)
Rang the bell, and the seconds ran into the ring to wipe
faces of athletes and a table.
The coach put his hand on his shoulder Stepanov:
- Normally, Alex, OK. Hiking in the ring. Remember: the
left, worked more left! And most importantly do not let
yourself be intimidated. You because angrier. I kid you
remember, you do not overpower the brew liter might as well
have been angry.
Looking at the blurred features of the dear face, Stepanov
remembered of yesterday's conversation with the coach.
- So "Moldovan" red? - Strictly sproshival coach.
- Red. Only red, - firmly replied Alex.
- Of course, Alex, of course ... And maybe, after all white?
Or at would be pink? Nedoberesh coefficient bormotushnosti -
take quantity. Remember, Alex, since you last week ...
Yes, Alex remembered, though unsteadily, that last week
suffered a perforation of gastric ulcer. Yes, "Moldovan" red,
"Moldovan" red .. Smashing sword Soviet perepoyschikov - you
do not like the weak!
- No, Ivanovich, no. Red - and only the red. After Sports
loves strong.
Coach lowered his bald head and soon picked it up, brushed
generous tear old perepoyschika.
- Another answer I did not expect, Alex. It's time for the
workout! - Ivanovich was put on a training stand painfully
familiar sports equipment - a dark green bottle in filings with
the yellow tin tubes without reeds.
- It seems - crashed into the consciousness of discord
Alexei voice of commentator - that the German master failed to
suppress the will of the Soviet athlete to win. However, let's
see that will tell the judge.
On the giant scoreboard lit judicial assessment. Alex has
firmly distinguish between these disappointing figures for him,
after the second Round them usually informed him coach.
Richard Gryushengauer received for artistic performance in
almost twice as many points and barely pulled out ahead on the
absolute number of alcohol units - although the German athlete
at the end of the round, and lowered the tempo, but the
fortress and the ratio of sugar to drink were more.
Hamburg monster did not get up from his chair - he was
sitting vrazvlku, blissfully opened a huge mouth, and every two
seconds all the forces in front of him waving a towel, will
drive his flaming mouth mint fresh air. Two other seundantov
massaging him hands.
- Why is that? - Thought grimly Stepanov - if going to beat
me ...
The International Federation of booze have long raised the
question of admissibility of physical contact contenders, but
the final decision on this issue has not yet been worked out.
Ivanovich meanwhile cram Alexei details of possible
behavior of an opponent in the second round. Stepanov, frowning,
listened to him with emotion thinking about an enviable memory
of the old perepoyschika.
Ivanovich remembered even the eighties of XX century, or, as
they called "the fierce eightieth. Alex could barely believe
violent stories about this time.
For example, Ivanovich told me that on Sundays in stores
absolutely nothing to sell. Can you believe it? After all, if
people have already stepped into space, rapidly developing
electronics mechanical engineering - and on Sunday a man could
not drink.
If someone making and selling moonshine - were given up to
five years.
- This is the same - for the plant to brew? - Alex laughed
incredulously.
- Can free solder - is instructive to say the coach - for the
moonshine to five years.
- But if I cooked soup, too, could sit?
- No, the soup was put in prison.
- What if I brewed some tea?
- Not that I know ... I do not remember. Ah, Leszek, many of
which were ... this ... Ivanovich stroked the glass, painfully
recalling something - The street was terrible to leave. Bandits
are everywhere ... No, in America, very often the bandits are,
but we - the police! Cops have been. Here now a policeman in
the competition protects you, gives you flowers, you can talk
to him as a person. But then the police were like bandits. Do
not feel like it to work and hunt him kobyanitsya and get
pissed off, so he goes to the cops. Do you come by it, even
sober, but you handle it politely - and let's set#$%' tsya:
your documents, your work permit, and what you have in your
bag, let's go, we shall understand.
- How are you so dejected been? Why do not you fight for?
- Yeah, we fought, it is exactly you said, especially in the
queues terrible fight. Gather happened, cops crowd at the
store, and looks like you are struggling, then surround the
shop - who want to start up, you will not show them - taken
away to his bullpen and nateshatsya abundance - fighting with
you ... - Ivanovitch shrugged his shoulders shivering and
sighed heavily - for the publicity was ordered to fight, too.
To one spoke the truth. Open your example, major newspapers,
and there on the front page of both straight and says: "Our
government is again cool lopuhnulos. "Or come into the dining
room, and there on the wall the slogan:" Feed the long,
expensive, dirty and unsavory. "Yes dear ... expensive
everything was. Pay-day for three days and spend on drink, if a
fool - a those who are stupider, and this was the slogan: Make?
Propen!
- No, Ivanovich zavralsya you all. That you give me all
about America tell the story - and criminals out there, and
could sit and publicity, and dear all.
. . . . . . . . . .
Struck the gong and the seconds, tripping over empty bottles,
jumped out of the ring.
Hamburg monster picked up his tenth glass, and scratching,
belly, and began:
- Mother tfayu, cursing-ka, as ...
- Well, your mother, be silent with me, harchemet - snot
pereshibu! - As I could snarl and Alexei, quickly turned to a
second, continued:
- What do you vozishsya? Give here!
Alex snatched the bottle a second neotkuporennuyu
"Moldova" red, a bit off the neck, he spat in the direction of
opponent, and poured its contents into the abdominal cavity
hlebkom half vyhleba Arch.
- ... I tesyaty stakanishshe vyshru! - Without losing the
spirit, continued to scream Hamburg monster.
Creepy laugh, Stepanov, snatched the second to second,
already uncorked a bottle of port and exhaling deeply, raised
it over his head.
- That's what repolarization we need! - Cried the
commentator - Soviet athlete holds the exclusive beauty
technique called "vacuum pump": the wine is drawn in one gulp,
so that air bubbles do not go in nadvinnoe space, and thus
manner, strong work oral muscles creates a perfect vacuum
there! Yes! Sport does not like the weak! Sport loves strong!
At this point, deserted to the charming sound of splashed
into all sides, unable to withstand the pressure column of air.
The whole face was cut by shards of Alexei.
Waves of applause thundered through the hall, and around the
world, probably Many telezritelm in amazement dropped glasses.
- Interest in the contests is huge! - With a joyful
pressure, choking, screaming commentator - Many news and
television agency in connection with a match delayed progress
messages one hundred and ninety-eighth round of summit talks
between the Comrade Ivan Abramovich and Mr. Natan Natanson
Zebulun on reducing medium-range missiles in Europe!
Without losing a second, Alex has continued so brilliantly
begun attack. Reaching a lasting success, it came back to play
in the my favorite style zagrebalnaya machine ", complementing
its beautiful mat.
Greatly demoralized by the bloody kind Alexei Hamburg
Fright, muttering something, nibbled his tenth glass. Second
keep alert eleventh. German grabbed it, opened his mouth, but
neither saying a word, began to drink.
Alex saw his opponent coughed zakurlykal and
clutching at his mouth, bent under the table.
Hall roared like surf, all the rolls and rolls of Alexei,
swaying from right to left.
- Zamechatelnbya victory of the Soviet Athlete! - Hardly rang
in the ears, and Stepanov, did not understand: how? does have
it all end?
The head of the jury, without waiting for the flash
scoreboard slipped under the ropes, grabbed the hand of Alexei
and raised it up.
A voice boomed from the speaker proudly stands over
kolyshashimisya:
- In connection with problevom in place, authorized by
Richard Gryushengauerom, victory goes to Alexei Stepanov,
Soviet Union!
END OF FILM
The film was shot on film Shost the
Beijing plant, "Svema"
. . . . . . . . . .
Ivan slowly rises. In his eyes the unspeakable horror. Not
taking eye on the TV, he sneaks up on tiptoe to the door.
Valera Marus smacking and flipped on the other side.
. . . . . . . . . .
CHAPTER THREE.
Started for the health - had finished for the peace.
The next morning Valerie jumped like a madman, without
turning off the TV and rushed to work, because I knew that if
he is still on the job will be late, it sure will be forced to
treat on the Baltic Shipyard.
Because when he came in the evening from work - the TV still
worked. Valera while blankly staring at the TV, not knowing why
he is running.
- Today, dear comrades, we start reading the autobiography
famous musician V. Shinkareva "shit in the hole." Part One
- "Everywhere is good!" and Part II - "Where we do not!"
Valera still did not understand, and turns off the TV, with
anger thinking how much electricity it for gobbled night and
day.
. . . . . . . . . .
This delusion is so saturated by various epithets that
involuntarily want apologize (but, incidentally, is not
nonsense, and the resistance every minute of the emerging
universal nonsense): I now navorochu more epigraphs. A good
book can consist of nothing but, wisely chosen, epigraphs, as
though they reflect the original intentions of the author.
St. Petersburg, a new city, which grew
by the will of the king, beautifully exhibits the
almost monstrous Demon arihitekturnye anomaly and
imbalance of these of large cities. "
F. Braudel
"The only luminary in duggure his
the sun is the moon. "
Vladimir Andreyev
"... Over the Neva, in polusvetnoy, green there
Daly, povozstali ghosts islands and to the MOU,
seducing the vain hope that he edge is a reality,
and that he - not Howling immensity, which kicks
in St. Petersburg street white smoke cloud. "
A. White
"Nikiforov know the magical power of scripture,
which attracts life. What about
What was written was a complete lie -
arose out of your darkness of your mud and
algae - suddenly realized in waking and
affects you, sometimes fatally. "
Trifonov
"There is no exodus to the south, and killed my
weight locally." A. Block
But so boring to sit - Valera looked all cards COLLECTION
with images of artists that he collected WEEKS two finished
Braga and at some point spark unwise, cheerful hopes
overshadowed by his room with a black box: No, that's right!
Lives He let the God of all, the wife not work normal, with the
advance will be ottoman, not a clamshell, but there still any
woman fall in love Valerie!
Valera turned on the television.
"... So it's safe to say - with confidence
says a man in a white coat, tapping on a computer - in the main
traits can predict the future! Knowing, of course, the basic
laws of human society.
- And now viewers have asked us - coyly says diktorsha -
whether it is possible to predict individual human future?
- What chelevecheskoe? - Distractedly says cheleovek in white
robe.
- Can the person prognozirovt - in general, of course,
features - his personal future?
- No! - Responsible scientist, thinking - do ... not!
Here's an example: Did my classmate Boris brenkaya in the Army
toilet on the guitar, that soon he will confer with
Yoko Ono on the ways of rock music? No, he did not know.
Another striking example. By the way, I have for this picture
... (Found in the pocket and shows viewers some illegible
ancient photograph). Here's a small picture of Mitya. Question:
Did a little Mitya that in future it will become famous Dmitry
Ivanovich Mendeleyev, the author of the periodic of the
Mendeleev? No, he did not know.
(Valery is somehow creepy. He also set himself kakieto vague
questions: Did Valerie Marus that ... how could conceive of any
living creature, that Valerie Marus ... what?
Valerie goes to the window and longingly looks: black snow,
wind. Stormy twilight. Huge caliber black moon flew to black
hole in the clouds.
Valera is habitually alone, this infinite silence
silence or TV.
He returns to the TV, switch, is surprised to see in a
shroud of snow, the familiar face of Jacob Kulakina: for TV
movie, something else goes! Well, thank God, this is the last
series.)
Jacob looked surprised gay grenadiers and civilians,
mashushih some flazhochkami and praised his queen. His
grabbed her shoulder and spun in a completely drunken savage
tradesman. Through the snow and the darkness he took silver
buttons on Jacob jacket for a portion of a uniform, pulled off
his hat and bowing to the jest, yelled:
- Well done! Brothers! Crumble, finally, ferflyuhterov, give
you God and our Mother Elizabeth ... Hooray, your mother!
- Hurray! - Thundered discordantly in the flickering lamps,
- thunder of victory rang out, funny, brave Fosse!
Like a lover makes a mistake blowing in pursuit of an
unknown woman who was seeking his opinion takes a mistress, so
Jacob ran for many passers-by. But it seemed, on this street,
where since Peter heard ten languages and pushed hundreds of
dark skippers - Jacob is the only foreigner. And no Montahyu
nowhere and we were alone with him, if he lies on the bottom
Marquis puddle - and I did not go far.
Lord, have mercy on all who are at sea now, on this night.
Eddies of black snow, wind, stormy dusk - that's the fabric of
life of this city, and they transcend all! Rage, crying, waving
flazhochkami, all filled with surprising passion for ice.
Petersburg: y-yy! Cutthroat town.
In this case, the citizens rejoiced that Friedrich, left to
languish for his Berlin as a bird in a nest, lost everything,
and from King of Prussia became the Elector of Brandenburg
ordinary.
Jacob suddenly felt like a punch to the heart: he was
sure it Montahyu galloped himself - the third with two tall
Grenadier - and they were silent, not like the others.
The local residents know that the full moon dead gallop
to the north.
Groan, Jacob stepped back into a dark alley or passage
yard. Reaching breath or pokemarit driver began to move in
sledge:
- What, sir, walk up?
- What time is it?
- Ek him! Yes, after midnight.
- The driver! Sell me a vodka, I beg you ... Or take, get
somewhere ...
- You're not from nemetchiny it?
- No, I'm a Scot ... Well, I'm an Englishman.
- Now where you get one, I can sell, fifteen rubles.
- Are you stunned? Ten!
- Oh, boyar ... Ten when it was? Before the decree ...
Jacob gnashed his teeth, digging into their pockets.
- The driver! Take you all: the hat, silver buttons Alan
Breck .. Here are ten rubles ... Give hot vodka!
The driver took the money, hat, buttons, felt the cloth of
his cloak, sighed and held out a bottle of Jacob plugged rag.
Gang of Merry Men, bawling his "Brave Foss, burst into the
courtyard.
- There you are! - With the bad surprise yelled one of them -
Come on, Dad, vodka alive!
- On! Look, son of a bitch, his vodka: I do not have
anything else!
- Do you like talking with the soldiers, Shpak? We'll get
you on kurotsapov protected!
- This gentleman has sold the last bottle!
Grenadiers as team turned to Jacob and began trying on him
with greedy looks.
- And indeed, Sir, You're not kurotsap Do not ferflyuhter?
- How is ferflyuhter!
- Let him say!
- And what to speak - to nationalize the surplus! A good
will not give up - must be punished for the disgusting!
Jacob smiled with satisfaction.
- Come on, come on - he disgustedly tossed grenadiers - Well,
stamp your here! Rejoice brave makrorus!
Grenadiers of this, honestly, do not expect any. Some even
really made a motion to withdraw.
Jacob clenched his teeth and bleeding, his face quivering
with joyful fury, but the hand, drew his sword, was firm.
. . . . . . . . . .
Weary passer-by, he goes on the outskirts of the city, where
the chain ends in the light whitish black. That will soon dawn,
and he All is not easier.
Storm has passed, but the pavement and the rails completely
asleep almost warm snow, which, like semolina from a good
Scottish tales - all knocks and knocks, nalipaya to lace the
ruins of broken bricks and meat houses.
Tired passer imagine any meeting -
unlikely to meet this woman ... Well, old man, fat grandpa
with hair like feathers, drunk ... No, you old bastard, and
you're tired during the day.
All the same woman, an elegant lady of former times, and
there's dirt under the clip-clop of hooves. Lights blurred
lights illuminate the bottom of its face through the veil, or
not? - A web of wires that, rather than a veil.
What a strange, not at all childish smile!
She tilts her head, her face in embarrassment ...
- Sure, but do not speak so loud when they ...
Drunk old man with hair like feathers, glittering slits his
eyes - it's Do you not laugh at me, you old bastard?
Cyanotic sleepy-eyed young man, rolling his eyes, moved
forward as a mechanical doll.
- I see that your companions do not care about you - let me
be escort?
Her sparkling hand slowly showing of the sleeve.
Hey, off the road! But so it is - a young man touches a
fossilized old man and falls sideways into the snow, still
uniformly crawl down. Sleepy saliva flowing in his frill.
Honey, let them! What we care about them? Suppose that
sticks out in snow your fool's guard, with his hands down like
a scarecrow!
For Dawn, here it goes deep wave in the neighboring
streets, flickering in the lumina thoroughfare.
Here he plunges the city on its dark bottom, crumples and
korezhit steeples - crosses and boats, which have long fumed.
As flashed green mother of pearl scales of birds singing the
dawn song for my sweetheart!
Embrace me with your other hand; obverni surface of the
body, though cloak.
Prickly, like a dangerous glowing wool - white sap of love,
Wind in us.
You are my fruit, slightly moving the rings, sparkling ball
asleep in me ...
. . . . . . . . . .
Lord, have mercy!
Well enough, as I was tired and afraid - close to himself
with his hands and not see bury your head in the warm, fuzzy
boilers, numb from the their incessant raucous purring.
This is the end, enough to write. (All had died, but not so
long left. And about this whole drunken music? )
I probably do not even entertain you: but maybe I'll see your
good melancholic smile?
And did not work, and to hell with him.
THE END.
