Mystical Kiev and stories. V. Speys

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      – Hey, you’re stuck there?! – I heard a gruff voice behind him. – You take or not take?

      – What for travel rush?! – Shouted a man Stallman.

      – Yeah, come on; carry on the war veteran snowstorm, your business trip nothing happens. Give’s better magazine «Soviet Sport». I check on «Dynamo» with «Spartacus» played?

      But I was not listening. It was clear that the court of one thousand nine hundred and fifty second year, September 30, and in the calendar that hung in the window of a kiosk, I saw that today is Tuesday.

      Chapter Four

      It was necessary to solve something. Day has steadily moved to the end. It was getting cold, and there is no desire to be behind bars. But this was young and healthy, because that distant time, from Kiev where the homeless were taken away, arranging them on the job, after identification. I have, except the red badge at the «Electric appliance» no up-Document was not. Therefore, the most reliable option, and there was one, pretend to the poor old man and get out of the city to the village. I recalled my childhood, trying to remember myself at that age and all who come to us for alms. My God, of course there was one poor man, he lived in our village and my grandmother felt sorry for him and fed occasionally. I even guessed somewhere in the subconscious mind who it was. Of course it was me. Since my fifty-two years, I was six, of course, could not the poor and the old self to consider in more detail. I remember only that I had a long gray beard and gray hair. No wonder, after experiencing a throw back in time, you can completely turn gray. And my beard grows back quickly, and in the spring and in the summer I’m just going with a long beard and white hair. I still remembered that a beggar named Dorosh. In those days the poor old men do not pay attention. They were sitting near the church, begging and the authorities avoid them, because «God» people did not represent any harm to the Soviet authorities and was under the protection of the clergy. Also, the mendicant elder at the church, allowed to eat in the dining room for the poor. You could eat and keep warm. So, I had to be transformed into a beggar, this was the only guarantee that in a year I’ll get to that time portal and go back to your reality. How to be with this transformation. We must find a stick. And stick with unusual shapes to be seen that this old man, under the weight of his years it is difficult to walk, and he had to rely on the crutch. The most important thing to find a simple and unpretentious clothes. In the marketplace, you can dump the bags get thrown out of the forage. Just in 1952, he acted Hay Market, which sold fodder, hay, horse harness, oats and various household utensils. There you can reach an agreement prior to my native village Shpitki, Kiev Sviatoshynsky area. In the village acted church, a replica of the Vladimir Cathedral in Kiev. Before the Revolution, it was the residence of the famous Shpitki Tereshchenko sugar manufacturer, who also invested in the construction of the church. Deacon Theodosius Kuzmovich, sang in the church choir and worked part-collective farm beekeeper. And I often ran to him dine honey. He generously gave me fresh honey, and we talked with him. Of course, I was there and I’ll be here in such an old man, or I will not survive in this reality in the 1952 – ’53. It is not yet evening, I decided to start its transformation from Hay market, which at the hem. As it was, by the way, that I do not accidentally pulled out of his pants pocket volume plastic bag, wore it on the safe side for the food rations that were given to us for a deduction from wages. In this bag, I hide my clothes, somewhere on Castle Hill that would be at the appointed time to change clothes and go back through the portal at the time.

      On Haymarket bazaar merchants have quietly folded. Some carts on the left, selling their goods. Peering closely at the cart, consisting of two horses, carts with straw and sketched empty baskets, and most importantly a man sled as if came out of those early childhood memories. Yes, it was the same as Uncle Vanya, which the first I knew at an early age, the husband of my aunt’s home Ghani. I lost my head from that, I wanted to run to him, to say who I am, and tell all that happened to me. But sober mind prompted to do reckless actions. To how it come to his senses, and make an informed decision, I grabbed his tie and began to take off his sharp nervous movements. To cope with it, folded and put a tie into the inner pocket of his jacket, still watch underwater. By the sled approached the woman, a teen girl in each arm were shopping cart. Skimp on the proceeds from the sales of their goods money, buy different delicacies, and now leave. I heard a woman’s aunt Manya and her daughter Olga, or in a simple way it was called Les. And then saving thought occurred to me how on a whim and that if I pretend to be the nephew of the brother of my grandmother. Especially because my grandmother Sribnaya Eugene Lavrentevna have not stayed in his home town of Pereyaslav-Khmelnitsky. Armed with this decision, I rushed to the wagon of Uncle Vanya.

      – Hello, good people! – Approaching the cart, «I said cautiously, waiting for an answer. Leska, unfriendly and looked at me warily, muttering to come out into the cart Uncle Vanya: – Yes, go already! – Aunt Manya shouted at her: – Shut up, you do not ask. We learn what it takes to the young man. – By adopting this sign suggestions made that I need, I started the presentation of his legend.

      – I told the people that you are from Shpitek. And my uncle, Gregory Lavrent’evich asked to call my Aunt Eugenia Lavrentevna and learn how she Shpitki lives there. As her health, well, a little of everything to find out. And ask when she’s going to come on a visit to his brother? – All this I made, trying to take the time to hide the excitement and coldness daughter Aunt Mani.

      – Yes, and so we can tell you about our grandmother. On that Shpitki go? – Again intervened Leska. I winced at the words. I, as I could restrain myself not to betray his resentment, patiently waiting for an answer Aunt Mani.

      – Eugene Lavrentevna will be very pleased to meet you. That you specially came to visit my mother?

      – No. I arrived on a business trip at the «Electric appliance» of Pereyaslav-Khmelnitsky.

      – A long time to us?

      – No, just three days. On Saturday leaving.

      – And what are you going? – Not appeased Aunt Manya.

      – Course on riding a. How to go there then. – Suddenly our conversation interrupted Uncle Vanya: – So you are coming or not?

      – Of course, the food.

      – As soon climb to the carriage, and that is get, it will be dark.

      I’m in no time jumped on the cart, unusually delicious smelling of freshly cut straw and at that moment felt such peace, and this peace, after troubles experienced that about everything forgotten. The eyes themselves were closed under the swaying rhythmically walking horses and wagon wheels bouncing. I was awakened by a hail of Uncle Vanya:

      – You lie down, and then you will fall under the wheels, even cripple. – I did not argue, but simply stretched out on the straw and fell into oblivion. Just I heard the voice of Aunt Manya, who said – I guess not sleep at night on the train? – To whom she said these words, I did not know already, sleep overcame me and just loud:

      – Tprr-p-oo-oo! – It sounded in my ear. I startled, opening his eyes. The wagon was standing at the gate of our house, painted in dark red color. Sunset was already in full swing, I threw off his sheepskin hood, which I hid Aunt Manya and you horse carts from the ground.

      Pretending not to know what the house asked – So, what’s here? It is home to my Aunt Eugenia?

      – And that Uncle Gregory did not show a photo gate, СКАЧАТЬ