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Expectations with which the reader usually approaches the novel are formed at least by annotation. Annotation to the novel “All capable of breathing” could sound, for example, as follows: “... The event was called“ Asson ”, and its scale was such that inside it failed without a trace and two wars (one, as it should be, someone with someone, and the second, as only later, is all with all), and such a madness that even a certain system was discovered, and the great resettlement was found, and the other Great settlements are peoples who have not considered themselves the peoples before, and there are many more things that have to be discussed separately. All this was Asson, and what was after Ason was also an Asson - and, as always, completely small things were important, because when Asson occurs, no one lives ason, but lives with life. Before Ason, the world was divided into everything that breathes, and everything that does not breathe, and after the Ason the world is divided into everything that breathes, and everything that does not breathe - only now these words mean not at all what before. Here are the remains of a detachment of soldiers who survived after the battles in the zoo, but the “remnants” are people who refuse to evacuate from the cities abandoned by the population, but a person who is trying to provide medical assistance to the exhausted population, who hate him with fierce hatred, but “Volnya” who does not need any help, because Assent gives out gifts with a characteristic of any disaster. With generosity, but the little sectarians who go home with beautiful pictures, so that everyone becomes good and clear, and all of them - nothing, live. They breathe and live, somehow breathe and live. ” As a New Year's gift, Colta.ru begins to consistently publish excerpts from the novel by Roman Linor Goralik “All capable of breathing breathing”.

1. Rahoy

Swaying, I moved sideways through the wet, sticky heat between the two rows of inhospitable empty seats; I went to the toilet located at the very end of the narrow room, and with each step I looked more intensely with my own fingers. The fly flew over my palm, without deviating from my trajectory, as if I myself were just a cloth of sticky wet air. It so frightened me that I stopped and almost seriously tried to make my left ring finger extend a couple of centimeters. I tensed all, bent and felt how the folds of the abdomen strive and really stick to another for reasons that had nothing to do with the heat. Suddenly, I was seized with squeamishness to my own body - but not the frightened, sudden disgust that comes in a nightmare (naked, you go along a swinging carriage; there is no one on the right and left, but at any second, the shops can be filled with idle people, for whom there is no better occupation than to look at your shame, right, right, right, right, right, right, right. to the left). My finger, of course, retained its explicitly inferior length, no matter how I strained the press. From a year ago, I said to Yeremey: "Sometimes in a dream it is clear to me that I am sleeping." He advised me to focus at such moments on some simple flaw of one of my own hands-an ingrown nail, a mole with a bad hair, a hard-haired burr, and try to straighten this flaw. “It will begin to succeed,” Yeremay told me, creaking with a neighboring cot and scratching the early senile fluff on his head, “you will begin to quickly do something else there, a broom in a woman or boobs to grow yourself, just a wave of a wave.” He knew about the controlled dreams from his father, a fashionable television esoteric, a sweet and in a loser of a hairy person: the only time I saw them together, on my parental day on the course of a young fighter, Ermiyag-Sr., he tried not to hurt his son’s head-he hugged him and cooled it from the waist to his shoulders, and then he began to move again, after which he began to move again palms down, moving away from the dangerous zone. As for dreams, I didn’t want anything right on myself, and it didn’t reach the metamorphosis of the broom: once a poorly drawn bush on the periphery of my vision seemed to me an appropriate object for transformation, I tensed and brought it into a state of a cubic mess with a huge nipple sticking out to the sky, after which I woke up in fear and disgust. Usually I understood that I was sleeping and seeing a dream when I flew extremely quickly over the sidewalk. Then I tried to freeze on the spot (sometimes for this I had to crash painlessly into something that did not deserve awareness) and began to stretch out his short and curved middle finger to normal length-and even further: a sluggish telescopic tentacle. Now I did not fly, but walked a barrel, and a crooked finger did not succumb to any effort (“still,” said contemptuously to me, obviously incompatible with the space of sleep), and I felt like an idiot, imagining that this shaky naked path could be a locomotive nightmare. I went faster, painfully shook my foot on the side of one of the wooden benches, finally came to the toilet - and, sitting on the toilet, licked a small blood dashed from his knee, as he did in childhood, and so so that he would be overwhelmed once again, how much it similar to the taste of the key secretary. As in the entire zoo, for some reason the crane did not work here-but the drain tank regularly functioned. I wrapped more toilet paper on the hand, pulled the handle, wet the paper in a boiling stream, trying not to touch the crackling faience, and diligently wiped his stomach. Not knowing what paper Adas is needed, dry or wet (it seemed to me - dry), I drank anotherspin to a champing state, and took the rest of the roll with me. When I crawled back sideways, at the beginning of the exposition, Adas managed to dress; Standing in front of her with current paper in one hand and with a dry roll - in the other, I suddenly stuck sharply my own nudity. With the beat, which I already had a chance to evaluate, she took me wet paper and wiped her face, and then carefully put the used lot on the thick glass of the nearest terrarium. A giant beetle with deer horns, awakened by a sudden darkness, stared silently at us, took a few weak steps and lay down again. “Hungry,” said Adas with an intonation that I could not make out. I took advantage of the reason to raise a shirt from the floor - in my pocket I had half of the Batonchik from Sukhpike; A silver wrapper without a single printed word slid along the melted chocolate, like a skin on a piece of boiled chicken. “It’s pointless,” said Adas. “There is no key.” The beetle rose again, slowly, with trembling climbed a piece of the driftwood and rested a sharp horn into the castle under the lid, and from this miserable parody of an attempt to escape me twitched. “No one cares about these,” said Adas, twisting a slope on her head and grabbing it with a wide hairpin. I said that maybe someone is looking after the most valuable insects. “Peacocks in a dream look after them,” said Adas. - Sleep and see. They would have released immediately to eat what to torment. ” “Maybe they forgot them,” I said. Adas looked at me and walked past several terrariums (I did not know another word for these glass boxes and never knew). She pounded lightly at each engagement ring, and I realized that this is another manifestation of that cool politeness, thanks to which we were now here: I gave a remark, she demonstrates interest; And again I felt hostility to this polite woman and was ashamed of this hostility. I myself was now diligently polite, we both felt like people who adequately fulfilled an important secular duty. Say, the station is approaching, the edge of the platform is floating behind the window, hands crawl into the sleeves of the cloak, and mutual gratitude for the fact that the trip went without special awkwardness, for a moment seems to be a impulse for friendship. False feeling; But here you have my card, but you are yours, we will not call each other. I invited her to bypass the northern part of the zoo by the patrol; There were few exhibits, there were even less of us, she agreed with excessive enthusiasm, we both wanted to rinse the mouth of an insignificant chatter.

Her husband participated in one of those thirty -odd shots, which will later be called the Battle of Ashkelon, the Ashkelon tragedy, Ashkelonsky - a boiler? Pan? Lid? Now this man, once seen through the glass of the car swallowed by Adas, was, apparently, in the "forty", his condition was considered "moderate, but stable." Adas could not be achieved by a more intelligible answer; There was some kind of operation-“What? In what place? Where is the body? " - "Come." There were stories about how, among the insanity of these days, the patients confused with each other, the overloaded system was suffocating, and relatives received reports that he was still alive, they found out about the amputation of the hand when it came to loss of eyes, and one of our guys found out, once phoned his brother that his brother was accepted for the orderly, because he was waning into the office and in the sofa there; He was not assisted until he lost consciousness and rolled off the sofa to the floor; However, everything, as I understand it, ended well.

Adas did not apply about her husband’s condition, but filed an application for a short dismissal-after our GDUD was still taken from here. The dismissal was signed: in any case, it was not clear what to do next with us. Yesterday they said that the helicopter would come today at four; Then Adas informed us that the helicopter would be tomorrow by night, and announced today a weekend, prescribing replacing patrols. Now I had a stable impression that the circumstances have changed, the helicopter would be laid out - but I did not feel the right to ask ads of entrance questions. For some reason, I decided for myself that we are now talking about Friday. Today it was Monday, the sun was pawing the knees of Judin of the tree, the peacock suddenly jumped out from behind araucaria and looked at Adas with a strict chicken look, and under this gaze she adjusted the belt of the machine gun, tightly lying between the breasts. Paradise was above us, under us and around us; And there was a morning, and - with God's help - there was an evening, day of the sixth. I silently followed the peacock, I wanted to understand where he had a nest-the peacocks even before all these cases went to the zoo freely, how cats walk around the city, but I was so sure that every bird had a nest somewhere, that I went after the peacock, as I wanted to do from the second class, from the time of a very hot and too slow school excursion. I walked through the wall of flowering admins and immediately, having died, grabbed my branches, like a crucified one: in front of (under) my legs was a huge dry funnel full of burning scrap. The peacock merged down a wide slow spiral, and I saw that on the other side of the funnel among the stains of the burning khaki lies: the stain of the grass under it was an emerald color, and gypsum on his leg was covered with dirty green. Leaning his back to the iron fence, in which the explosion made a friendly curved gate, Nbozi slowly drove his lips, as if he was thinking, to call me out or not; I understood that he was just chewing something-he always chewed something. I waved to him, he lazily bowed his head. I went through the green wall again, now in the opposite direction. Adas, holding the machine with her elbow, straightened something, putting her hand in his pants (I remembered toilet paper not without gloating), but at the sight of me I immediately streamlined. Together we leaked from the non -eared world to the burner, and her first step, of course, was firmly laid on the edge of the funnel, and she, never once glancing under her feet, moved around, and I followed her, noticing that she was walking wide; But all that was supposed to be saddened, in the end, apparently settled down, so that Adas approached Nbozi approached a broken officer step and slightly poked it into the hip with a boot.

“Hamste,” said Nbozi, nearly dropping his chewing gum from his mouth. A green drop appeared on his long lower lip, he picked it up with his tongue, I turned away.

“I would have given the honor of Ctsiné, young man,” I said, sitting on the grass.

“So she is not my Kziná,” said Nbozi and looked at the Adas’s chest sticking out on both sides of the machine gun belt. She stood with her legs spread; The dark circle under her arm became more noticeable when she took under the visor to cover her eyes from the sun. Nbozi looked at this stain and said, without stopping chewing his lips:

- Yes, you are getting off.

I stared for the share and saw several ant corpses, small and dry. They were everywhere by the wind-the Taurus of ants, some long bugs, someone else who clearly has no particular value. Adas, as a senior in rank, showed the middle finger, and Nbozi grunted rather.

- How was it? He asked, dropping a green drop from his lip. I realized that his mouth was full of ordinary grass.

“Like in paradise,” said Adas, rolling her eyes and sitting down in the burned grass, “like in a shitty rar.” The sun, nature, dead air conditioning, M-16. All I love.

“It smells of you this very,” said Nbozi, pulling the air, and she quickly shifted her legs, and I suddenly thought about her again with hostility: to use my moist offering, gray toilet paper, it was too intimate for her, except for authorized politeness, nothing was supposed to.

“It smells like manure from you,” I told Nbozi to say something.

- And the chick from me to smell like - Flintets? -he answered with an unusual indifferent laziness, as if the dive suddenly stopped interested in him, but not because of my question, but earlier, at some kind of moment that I had not seen, but an important moment for him. His words turned out to be slow, with stiffening, and I tried not to think about how they turned in his saliva mouth.

- What is the knee? I asked. The day of politeness, the day of love and mercy for my neighbor definitely turned out to be with me.

“Kolya-but,” he said, looking at Adas, at her own shifted knees, which she now awkwardly hugged her hands.

- What is the knee? I repeated.

Then I somehow suddenly rolled back and ended up on my feet, my hands rotated like mill wings while I was trying to stay on the edge of the funnel, and the roar of the chain, which was chained to the fence, merged in my ears with a fierce obscenity adas, and at the short moment when these sounds suddenly merged, “Zangville”, which naturally said, which, of course, said.

I swayed in the air like a branch, behind my back there was a funnel, and in front of my face, a few centimeters on face - the hypnated left front leg of Nbozi, and its forked hoof seemed to me a mutilated bin -fingered fist. I saw that Adas, throwing up the machine, screaming at Nbozi with a dry in a high voice, but did not hear her words, but only heard him, he also shouted, he shouted: “Where is she, cattle?”, And yelled: “Bastards, what's with my Zzena?”, And: “Where is the NTMOBI, KOZLA, Twallie, where my Zzena is? I want to see my Zzen, I want to talk with Vetell-Nall, the bastards where my Zena is not moving the veterinar-nall, I want me to be plentifully told that with my Zzena, smelly cattle! ” I waved my hands, the hoof twitched in my face, I fell back and suddenly imagined that my fall would kill the peacock sitting in the nest on the eggs, and it was extremely, extremely funny, and suddenly I stopped hearing any sounds and for some reason began to calculate how many peacocks I saw from the moment of ceasefire. One, for example, Eran and I saw a bite and dead, he was brown and brown, like an unfinished chicken, and his tail was in perfect order-the vulgar and delicate trend of the dress disappeared in the fire. But if, even before the whole story, the peacocks were allowed to walk around the zoo just like that, I thought, then they hardly had any special value. Then I woke up again and saw how Nbozi jumps on three legs, retreating in front of Adas, and how Adas pokes in the air automatically. Nbozi's mouth was opened, a green thread flowed from it, a long black tongue wriggled in the air. I remembered that blessed moment when the guide and two teachers suddenly left us alone (it seems that with one of the girls something happened in the toilet-yes? No?). We obediently pushed by the avnticine aviation, in the next to see him, and I decided to feed him my unfinished Sabiah. I wanted to impress classmates, boys - not even for girls, that's how I was a young man; But when Nbozi bowed his endless spotted neck-without any, of course, a chain, without any collar on it-and took a few steps in my direction, and brought a triangular head to the very lattice of his huge paradise aviary (I remember that he thoroughly stood on a piece of a damp yellow-green melon, the remnants of which was another giraffe (giraffe?) A common bottomless feeder), and when I saw what a huge mouth he had, and when a lilac-black flexible tongue wrapped my offering, leaving a mucous saliva on my fingers, I got so bad that I almost dumped the first half of the sabiah under his feet. I then wore a sticky hand in front of me, like a hit; Near the pavilion with reptiles, I wiped my fingers on a sheet of figs; The hand became not just a sticky, but a sticky and dirty; I bashfully carried her further. Сейчас Нбози пятился и качался и напоминал мне шаткую трехногую трость-табуреточку: старушки, жадно приобретавшие чудный предмет в сувенирном магазине у входа, через час разочаровывались и в нем, и в неожиданно мелких здешних зебрах, и в самой идее возить внуков бог знает куда — обманчивый жаркий рай, пыль, пыльца. Адас орала совершенно черными словами, орала, что Нтомби сдохла, что его сраная з-з-з-з-зена сдохла, что ветеринаров убило осколками стекла — из-за вас, скотов, выродков, фриков, скотских выродков, они остались дежурить из-за вас, вонючих выродков природы (как-то так выразилась она, и мне это показалось очень понятным выражением — полагаю, и Нбози Same); завали пасть, выродок, ты никто, ты животное, ты пасть раззеваешь, да? ты теперь умеешь пасть раззевать, да? языком ворочать? — а хрен, ты тварь, ты просто животное, кусок поганого мяса; таких, как Нбози, она еще десять дней назад жрала по три стейка в день, он просто тварь, животная тварь, вы просто твари, как были шесть дней назад, нечеловеки, в вас нет ничего человеческого, мы тут торчим из-за вас, выродки, нас бы давно забрали, нас бы давно вывезли, если бы не надо было охранять вас, поганое трепливое мясо, лучше бы вас поубивало всех, лучше бы он, Нбози, тоже сломал шею, как его баба, лучше бы их всех поубивало и нас бы давно забрали отсюда. Вдруг я что-то увидел в воздухе — нет, я увидел, как словно бы изменилось движение воздуха, как если бы воздух между ней и Нбози начал закручиваться в другом направлении; я пополз к Адас от края воронки; автомат бил меня по затылку, я боялся, что если просто попытаюсь схватить и оттащить ее, она выбьет мне зубы прикладом, и я начал дергать ее за штанину, а она трясла ногой, как зацепившийся за корягу ребенок, и тогда я встал на колени и начал хватать ее за талию, а воздух рядом с нами закручивался все туже, и тогда я вцепился в Адас обеими руками, и встал на колени, и попытался все-таки сдвинуть ее с места, и тут двупалое копыто влетело мне в висок. Я увидел, как оно удаляется, — как в мультике, словно бы оставляя за собою воздушный след: два широченных пальца, растягивающихся до прозрачности. Так закончилась для меня эта война. Обойдемся без дешевого саспенса: шестью днями позже она закончилась и для всех остальных. После нее остались детки — маленькие и большие слова; война рожает их кучей, как хорьчиха хорьчат; многоголовый слизкий помет, кто помельче, а кто потолще, кто совсем ледащий, а кого пойди прибей еще. Есть в этом помете и слова про «постыдное, но героическое поражение», и слова про «почетное, но героическое поражение»; и «историческая неизбежность» будет в этом помете, и «Божья кара»; родятся и маленькие конспирологические ублюдочки — глухие, трехногие, наглые и визгливые олигофрены; выйдут с последом сутулые, подслеповатые, обреченные изнурять себя чтением, онанизмом и рефлексией сиамские сестры — вина и невинность, а в целом никто и помнить не будет, что среди всего выпавшего нам была еще и война, короткая маленькая война; она растворится в том, для чего появится на свет жирное, огромное, дряблое, как желе, липкое, как звериные слюни, слово «асон». Остатки моего гдуда заберут отсюда в четверг. Что же касается мирного населения на территории, которую мы удерживали в течение одиннадцати дней, — в живых останутся четырнадцать подлежащих каталогизации особей. Особого смысла в их перечислении я не вижу.

To be continued.