Code of honor. Storybook. Nicolay Vladimirovich Lakutin

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СКАЧАТЬ Lil squally rain. While pushing the car, burned the clutch and now do not know how to get home.

      "Do you live far away?»

      "Well, about ten kilometers or fifteen to the convolution and then there is a dirt road four kilometers," hope said exhausted guys.

      "Well, let neatly behind me, the rope seems normal again, will stand only in the ass not push when I'm braking at convolution".

      One guy got behind the wheel of "Moskvich", and one next to the Bear to show the way. Went slowly, talked, moved down in the necessary parcel of the road, slowly moving pits and bumps, and only when the guy said that now there will be a hole on the right side of a hefty, which you need to go around, Bear realized on what road he was going.

      For three years, Mishka went to the village to his mother five or six times, he, of course, remembered how he turned the wrong way, but could not find this Congress, and did not look much. The road has changed a lot.

      "Now here we go just a local country – said the guy from the neighbouring seat is there before the track is laid, and now the road is overgrown, the asphalt had heaved, cracked".

      "That's why I did not know this way at once," said the bear to Himself.... How and where to go next the idea he already had. It's a really strange coincidence. The guys lived in the same village, which threw three years ago Bear. He drove the boys to their house, did not take money from them, even though they offered, only asked who lives in the house at the edge of the village. The guys responded that they have lived their friend Gregory with his girlfriend, a rare harlot, who allegedly was imposed to him and his friend Wadano who rolled the "Moskvich" at the gate.

      "Is it those same Mitka and Vadka that kept plaguing his old friend," Shiv thought Mishkino consciousness.

      The guys told in a friendly way to his Savior that Grishka then finally drank himself and went to live with his parents, and the girl and now lives here and none of the guys to not admit.

      Well, how could you not come by, God himself commanded.

      The Windows of the house were open, and from there came the speech of the announcer from the TV broadcasting the Olympics. Sveta sat on the floor, covered with a Palace, with her back to the window and watched the competition, snapping seeds and throwing the shell through her head out the window. The announcer famously announced:

      "Olympic athlete from Russia took…»

      "And does not give", – hoarse, quiet, but spreads chills Svetka, interrupted the speaker behind his head, as if familiar once voice.

      The girl turned around and was stunned. In front of her, leaning on the sill, stood a Bear.

      "Where have you been, bitch" – through the tears and a smile rushed to hug his light.

      History repeated itself. There was also tea brewed on herbs, and twenty minutes not without benefit spent, and Svetka's story about how she lived these three years and hoped and waited that he will return here that at least once to look into his eyes and to remember one of the most memorable evenings of the life. Sveta became even more beautiful, more relaxed and more desirable. Now there were no obstacles to create a new happy family and the proposal to become a second wife Bears embodied in reality, only now the second wife in life, not on the bed.

      To his mother with his sister, he arrived in the evening and not alone. She asks family liked it, and this sympathy was mutual. What else do you need? The Foundation of the new family was laid for three years, and today the formwork was removed, and the first brick was laid in the long-term construction.

      Lived in the city, the rest went for a weekend in the village Svetkin house. I didn't want to go to the resorts, go to the movies, go somewhere far away together to strengthen the relationship… it was all unnecessary. In the morning Bear with a joyful and happy smile went to work, and in the evening happily hurried home. He dreamed about it long ago, and here came true. Sveta also found an interesting job in the rehabilitation center, gave lectures, and they gave their results.

      ***

      Thirty years have passed since then.

      ***

      Mikhail Sergeyevich is still happy, lives with Svetlana Viktorovna, who brings up two children a year with age difference in joy and love. The children were already under thirty, they have all evolved quite naturally and calmly, measured.

      And now, in the minds of our heroes, there was only one unsolved problem, a thought that every day more and more tugged at the consciousness. What was that all about? Are there actually people who can change the scenario of fate, are we in your life Directors of their movie, or everything that happens, happens to the smallest details in the written script. After all, remembering the past, you realize that not just for a long time were not born children with their first wife, that is not just so, once it was necessary to be in an unfamiliar village. That's the way it was necessary to get acquainted with his future wife, and it is not immediately, but only after only three years. We had to decide to go to her mother's sister in the Saturday morning, and, accordingly, it was necessary to make the Friday night walk, revealshow childhood memories, when I flew the route two village "gouging", leading our hero is in the village, to the same girl. And, in the end, it was necessary to die to the father a day before I brought a family photo with which all this history began.

      Then it does not fit into the head of how a single mechanism intertwines several destinies, and in fact the fate of all those who participate in our lives, so that the circumstances of our life evolved in a very certain way. Accordingly, our destiny and we regulate a number of destinies of all those whom we meet on our way of life. And if so, then it can not touch friends, acquaintances, acquaintances of our friends, up to random, or then "random" in quotes, passers-by, who in those seconds and minutes when they see how we pass, direct their gaze at us, bypassing what they do not need to see. Mutual fates form the lives of specific people, cities, regions, civilizations. To look at this mechanism at least one eye, but judging by the fact that we do not see it, we should not know about it…

      Strength test

      Late autumn. In the children's boarding school №7 all preparing for the night. Behind the streaks of hastily wiped Windows, one can see falling yellow leaves of trees. There, behind the grocery store has almost disappeared the sun and the nurse, for half an hour trying to put the children to sleep.

      "Vitya, what are you doing here? All gone to bed, your comrades for the second dream, I suppose, you see, and you're here. Go.»

      "I don't want to dream, nanny. Because every time I dream the same dream that never comes true."

      The nurse took my hand and led me to our bedroom. The guys pretended to be asleep, and only when the nurse came out, the room gradually began to open the dreary eyes of the same poor fellows, like me. When in a half-asleep state I turned over on other side and turned the head on a pillow in other party, felt sharp pain from fresh put bruise by the senior children. We didn't share the ball on the Playground, and I got a black eye. But this pain could not be compared with the one that burned my heart every day.

      "Mom, how did it happen that I was here when you pick me up" – I whispered quietly and helplessly.

      And now, being a forty-year-old man who does not have his own home, no family, no sensible work, I still feel this chest pain. But one fact still causes a stingy smile-so there is still something to hurt, there is still something that feels, and therefore not all burned…

      ***

      At the city airport I sat on watch for the seventh СКАЧАТЬ