SYMBOL OF ETERNITY. V. Speys

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СКАЧАТЬ I will give the name, patronymic and everyone, and everyone should get up from his place, for all to see it.

      Getting started.

      When my turn came, I heard his name, felt the paint fills a person stood up.

      The whole class was looking at me, and the world seemed to have waited for something not usual, so it seemed to me in those moments (and, because in the future, after many years, will my work, the novel «A SYMBOL OF ENTERNITY» which stir the whole world).

      – Sit down! – came the word of the teacher to hearing. And I, in obedience to the voice of the teacher, took his seat at the desk.

      – Klivchuk! – Named following the name of Olga.

      I got up a fair- haired boy with blood on his nose. It turned out that the boy’s name is Nicky, and he was already eight years old. From the boys’ eyes in the class do not hide my fight with Klivchukom Kolya and the boys started to respect me as well as feared. But the fight for the lead was carried out continuously every hour, and every minute.

      The class had to learn good, even excellent, that is worthy leader.

      At the break the leader should be the strongest, but the older students loved, on occasion, to show their superiority in strength and leadership. Show helplessness junior school students, particularly prestigious. But the humble leader junior school students no less prestigious front of their classmates.

      In this and built were in that distant time, all relations between the rural school boys.

      Parents are gone before the first school day ended. For the first time the children as adults, were home alone.

      I discovered that behind me is a girl in our class. The next morning, I ran into her when coming out of the gate of his house on the street.

      – Hi. – She greeted a small voice, and looked down.

      – Hi. – I replied.

      And we, silently, went to school…

      autumn. Yellow leaves on a slender row of chestnut trees near the church and the blue, blue sky, low pressure invigorating autumn wind, the buzzing of wasps, darting a quick flight pebble, all this Indian summer. Young students walked to school past the street chestnut, churches and school playground. Here is the entrance step. Travel merged with the crowd rushing to school, and disappeared behind the door of the school.

      – So, kids, today we have for the second time came to school. – Start lesson Olga.

      – Today I’ll show you how to behave in the classroom. – She began to talk about what to do if you want to ask something, etc. Suddenly, with the last batch of the boy she jumped up and quickly rushed to the exit. Slammed the door, he embarrassed the teacher opened his mouth in surprise; listening to the steps the student was removed.

      The boy soon returned and went so quickly to his seat. Teacher and this time could not answer, but was lost at the blackboard with his mouth open.

      – «Do not even raised his hands and asked to leave.» – I thought. I was not clear why Volodya Tzipa (the name of the boy) did not understand how to ask to get out of class. The teacher, having recovered from the unexpected behavior of the student, said:

      – Tzipa, what are you left without permission? – She looked at the student, waiting for an answer. Tzipa said:

      – I went out. – He replied.

      – Why? – Waited explanations teacher.

      – I wanted to write. I went and pissed at the school fence. – With these words, Olga blushed to the ears. The, having recovered a bit, began quietly to explain:

      – Volodya, and all children, listen again when you need to go to the bathroom, you need to raise your hand. And when I ask what you need, you say that I need to get out. It was only on my command, when I say go, you can go out. Do you understand?!

      The children responded in unison:

      – U- under- stay- on!

      I came home in high spirits. My grandmother was in the garden. She dug the potatoes. I realized at once, seeing the strap constipation, abandoned without a castle right on the gate bracket. This meant that the owner of the garden and the house is unoccupied. I put the bag under the corridor door and went into the garden to look for grandma.

      In the garden, among the dry stems of potato, rosy balls pumpkins and dried leaves pumpkin leaves, low, leaning over the earth, and my grandmother was hooked on working toes black shoveled earth. White potato tubers come to the surface, nimble fingers grabbed them, and each, in size, fell in its strictly assigned to the basket.

      – Oh, it’s you, Valik? – Softly she said to me. With difficulty he leveled. – Well go already eat. Today I cooked soup with beans and meat. Even buckwheat.

      Grandmother was in a good mood. It’s a beautiful, warm autumn day. Rich harvest and beloved grandson, though fatherless, but the favorite, came home from school, still have a job, still have to take care about someone, and still have a moment when you can relax. Grandmother, groaning and dragging baskets of potatoes, loudly commanded:

      – Shovel it!

      I obeyed, and we went to the house. Spade dragged me. In the corridor the door I put the shovel and went out into the corridor behind her grandmother. Already in the house grandmother said:

      – Wash your hands and sit down at the table.

      I washed my hands with soap and water, wiped with a towel and sat down at the table. Grandmother at this time fussing at the stove. And the kitchen room was filled with the fragrant smell of freshly cooked borsch. Soon on the table there was a bowl of steaming soup.

      – Buckwheat noodles do not want? – I asked the grandmother, pulling out of the oven another pot with more choice- grain buckwheat. Porridge smelled delicious, making a delicious flavor, and I took wooden spoon porridge and poured it into the soup. Hesitated, and then put another. Borsch overflowed the edge of the bowl; a round red denoting a stroke, cast golden sequins fat.

      I ate their fill. Belly became elastic, like a drum, and my grandmother kept saying:

      – Take bread, and eat. The school running about?

      I ate meat and bone with fat on it left in the bowl.

      – Why do not you eat bacon? – Strictly asked grandmother. – Here Ochkolyasy so all eat!

      – So Ochkolyasy identity. – I replied and got up from the table.

      – Go for a walk, – said, and left.

      Lessons are given, because in school I was only twice. It was four o’clock in the afternoon. In the garden, in the crown of high- pear wildings, leaves rustled lazily chirping sparrows. On the road outside the fence sleepy wagon he thundered, raising a cloud of dust. The atmosphere was spicy scent of autumn. Yellowing leaves on walnut fluctuated breeze, calling for the collection of the fruit. In most nuts cracked, it’s time to collect the fruit. There’s a branch in walnut СКАЧАТЬ