10. Vicki

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. ” COLTA . RU publishes excerpts from the novel by Roman Linor Goralik "All capable of breathing."

10. Vicki

Shaking his knee, Michael Artman began to write a comment, added to “deign to believe”, noticed his knee, forced himself to exhale and quickly crossed his legs. The sixth point hugged him so much that he shook his knee (and this is usually only when it is very painful or if it is angry to whiteness). The seventh, however, also enraged. Especially if we assume that neither the sixth point of the list, nor the seventh had any right to exist, since there were five really fixed phenomena, and everything else, according to Michael Artman, was not at all signs of Ason, but signs of inability to follow formal logic, to be reported to the occurrence, to be written in black, to retain from hysteria - well, it is clear. Michael Artman was not inclined to participate in the Internet, and the endless lists of the “Lygs of Ason” usually caused him, knee, irritation, and another: stupid, aching, quickly turning into tired boredom. But this again, another picture with the list was reposted by Viktor Bozin, publishing the editor of the Rezer. In the "Resoner" Michael Artman was printed once every couple of months, and once, until he was exhausted, he led a column: small real stories (in literary, of course, processing), all what was seen and heard, Zaitgai. Viktor Bozin was an old friend and man of impeccable handshake, and Michael Artman had an iron rule: to always protect his own and even still never to fight them publicly. But eight faces of Ason! Eight, then. And most importantly, Viktor Bozin accompanied the picture with the text in such a spirit that, they say, “there is no strength to add anything” and that “only the muddy water of his own powerlessness - and still guilt for things that have nothing to do with what is happening. Just for yourself and for the past. And for weakness before loved ones, for insufficient love, for the little things that were exchanged. ” There would be a person to leave a person at rest: now everyone rushed between hysteria and a numbness, everyone felt witnesses to the Apocalypse, but some sluggish and empty, ponaric: not to die tomorrow, or just cunning dogs now bend “for food for children”, and otherwise we will live and live. But Michael Artman almost lost patience and did not write to Viktor this Yernic and unworthy “deign to believe”, and then about the fact that Enfitia, because of which the needles of most coniferous plants in Europe have become bright red and caused by fungal spores of chrysomix (just this time the color of the most belief and the territory). And also about the fact that the item “Animals say prophecies” - this is nonsense, x ∗ fur; The fact that the animals are spinning something is yes, it's wow, and the prophecies of any city crazy resume-you, Vitya, do not post it at home, right? The fact that “all the faces of Asons originate in the Holy Land”, Michael Artman did not even want to start a conversation, he was going to simply post this from Wikipedia:

- And to insist the dates: animals in Omsk spoke (see the same Wikipedia) a week earlier than the first intelligible message from Rahat arrived; Plus, Boston's settlement happened on June 25 at 14:11, and Ber-Sheva-after 7 minutes 17 seconds. Yes, in poor Israel, as Gavrilov joked deftly, “the white light came down”, but “take a beginning” - sorry. Instead of smearing the point eight, Michael Artman was going to simply write: “On the other hand, Vitya, thanks that not“ seventeen of Ason's Faces ”and not“ fifty -six Asson faces ”, that is, such beauty. Well, true, everyone is hard for everyone, but give at least those in their minds will continue to be in their minds? " Then he, Michael Artman, would be sickening and ashamed, and the day would have gone a drain, and he would not have written Bozin in the case that he was going to write; Instead, he would sit, adrenalinovo shook in anticipation of a vitin comment, and then-in writing his own comment, and then all sorts of smart ones would have pulled up, and all this would be some kind of shame and unworthy nastiness. The knee also saved what made Michael Artman to pay attention to the knee: one of the participants in the srach laid voice comments, and automatic TTS He deployed them for quick viewing in such a way that texts with elusive Ilyushina intonation turned out. Exactly with that intonation, Michael Artman recalled and immediately sharpened, from which, in the painful period of the prefabrication, he began to pull his knee: as if a rational conversation occurs in people, as if they offer you to “discuss”, or “develop a scheme according to which we ...”, or “find a way that does not ...” - but in the very structure of the phrase, something exhausting, achieving, doing Michael. Artman immediately in all guilty. During one of these conversations, Yasik, then, it seems, the seven-year-old, crawled in Plastun under an artificial Christmas tree (and the real ones in Tel Aviv were made so dearly that artmanov was overwhelmed; I wonder how now, who is now before the Christmas trees?) And from time to time he was hesitation with intonation, unbearably reminiscent of Mikhail Artman, “Dad, for what, for what,“ dad. Are you doing this? Dad, well, do not do this, you break everything! " What exactly then I wanted to “discuss” or “develop” Ilya, now you won’t remember, but Michael Artman remembered that most of the efforts went to his attempt not to breathe with pleasure and not to your husband with all the abdominal muscles, in which place Ilyushins of “production” were sitting. Remembering some previous episodes, Michael Artman then sat down in his arms and made his ears as if laid, and instead of Ilyushin resonance listened, taught by his therapy, inner voice, who began to list the names of secret rooms and quiet shelters in him, Michael Artman, “internal palace”, it helped. Therefore, he did not hear Yasik very well, but intonation through the embedded ears penetrated perfectly, your mother. He managed to get to the “blue velvet niche” (hello, Anish Kapoor), when suddenly it became very painful and very loud, he jumped up, Yasik looked from under the Christmas tree-a distorted face, a torn mouth-and Yulik was silent, holding on to his chin, and Michael Artman spent a few seconds in a state of black horror, looking not at his eldest son, but at his searches Hands: How did they succeed? And one more thing: why there was no feeling of blow left, although usually ...? Ah, damn it, but he’s not specially and not with his hand, but with his foot-no, no, don’t think, this was what: it turns out, he pulled the knee, and the glossy branch trembled from this, and something important trembled from this, that the yasik there, under the Christmas tree, faded and settled down, and until Yasik asked for the dad, “did not violate” Yulik, Yulik. As Yulik acts: he silently wrapped his papino knee with his long iron fingers and tried to fix the cup in one place. Well, I'm sorry, I got a reflexively soft slipper in the chin; Well, I'm sorry, the son, my son, I'm sorry, Yulik, I didn’t want to, excuse me (I stroke the air of my son over my head, Ilya froze, the tight spring of frightened expectation is spinning in the room, Julia is twelve, and he is all long, sinewy, dry, it becomes difficult to cope with even two adults, Ilya slowly around her son, to be her son for her son. With his back, Michael quickly exchanged glances, the system has long been worked out: if it starts to rush forward-you, if you get on your back-I, like nothing, are quite focused,-I have a clear one, you’ve torn it under the Christmas tree, then there is something fragile-okay, then we’ll figure it out-ready? Julik's eyes seemed to be fully focused; But he put his head, it is very good, but he raised it - completely focused eyes, but was there really? It seems that he remembers something, recalls what I must say, well, Yulik, one-two-three, one-two-three? ..

- I want to say: I'm fine, thanks, you don’t need to worry.

Ah Yu Yulik, Ah Umnichka, Ah, Ilya (with a glance: these are your successes), Ah da Michael (look: Come on, this is your success, despite ...), so, I’m going to do tea, yasya, you didn’t eat pies or chicken in the morning? Yulik, now I will give you tea in your average cup, because you drank less than 800 milliliters today, how much more is needed? - That's right, and in the middle plate I will put you one pie with potatoes on the left and one chicken burn on the right, it will be exactly three minutes later, sit down, get ready, Yasik, what? Yasik, why howl? Yasenka, what happened? Ilyusha, put Yulika go, well, the time goes on, Yulik, everything is good, Yulik, Yasik is in order, there is no need to grab Yasik, no, Yulik, Christmas tree !!! B ∗ fur, Ilya, fragments, cautiously, ash, what is it, stand, stand, I will get that you have it there, b fur, yasik, what is it?!

Judging by the answer, this is Yyyyeaeaayyyyyyaaaaa !!!

How old are they at this moment? No, Yasiku is not seven, but, or, of eight, it means that Yulika is thirteen, just between twelve and thirteen, he suddenly became huge and iron - and, frankly, rather terrible, and his fathers have never said a word about it, but when Yulik once suddenly proceeded with a long pussy along the boorted paste. Ilya slowly rose from the sun lounger, as the hunter rises on stirrups; Fortunately, of all living creatures, poor Yulik, of his own free will, talked only with Yaska. So: Yulik in some socks stands in the middle of the rainbow, tender, gold and red Christmas shell, the yasik hangs on it like a monkey, and howls, well, now you can’t do anything, Yulika cannot be moved, Ilya, Ilya, leave, wait, Cat, come to me from this side, only put on the slippers, is it really? Now we will deal with why my slippers are on me? I beg you, put on something and come out of here, I have a hand in some shit that they drained there? The checkered lurns of Ilya in the home fussk of a dressing gown of the pulp, when Ilya climbs under the Christmas tree, the yasik yells and breaks out, but from Julik for once, you won’t break out of Yulik, hehe. Michael Artman sniffs yellow mucus on his fingers: it smells fresh and, or something, young. The checkered soft ass back is a yuz-yuz, shared, what is this? “New Prostokvashkin: basic tasks for the formation of a life strategy of a creative person in children aged 0-3 years.”

Now, children, you will receive evidence that Michael Artman, contrary to all the psychotherapeutic insights of his ex -husband, is a good, good person: Michael Artman is not a rzhot. Ilyusha, Puntsov, is by no means not only from physical efforts, for him unusual, the book throws herself aside and crawls back, the spruce rings and the pulp sways, Ilya makes the second entry. Michael Artman is a good person: he does not scream after his husband "there should be a second volume there." Oh, hanging over the house of the Artmanov Altshuler: having beaten the poor Julik (“You still have a visor to play it!”), Ilya after the birth of Yasenka began to form a life strategy of a creative person with an almost desperate zeal among his youngest son - and a tiny claw fully justified projective hopes. In three months, Yasenka put it quickly when two objects were found in subsystematic common signs, and slowly - when the supra -systemic ones (“I can also, Ilyushenka; see: I am a simple person, so my ass and the New Year have common subsystemic signs, and your ass and the New Year are supra -systemic!”). In a year with a little could combine two pictures not in color. In two briskly, we had operational time (“Musechka, here we are doing Julika Bath, what is the operational time?” - “Sitsyu!” - “And the operational zone?” - “Vanya!”). In three, he asked the guests to the tasks living at the most distant outskirts of Chertovi Zastokvashkin (“I will be in the Teremke, and Misha will be a guitar, and Ilana ... and Ilan will ...” - the childless Ilana, trembling with an unrequited passion at the sight of every child, is ready to be as a clearing by anyone; Ilana will be Papa Misha’s mistress, Ilana is already great He understands that one dad Misha does not understand, but he will soon understand, literally after a month). And suddenly everything, that's it. The cover of the second volume of “Prostokvashkin” (and how did Michael Artman hate this breakdown excess “K”, that's all) suddenly turned out to be a gate that was not fragrant for a fabulous garden of rational inventions (“By the way, Ilyusha, why did you all translate your entire prayer building into a sacred tongue?”), And with rusty gates to Ilyushin in Ilyushin. Personal hell. The case stalled tightly, the poor Yasenka confused Oz with the Communist Party, and the KP with the IKR, sobbed and lit up, Ilya also lit up and just sobbed, and once Michael Artman found her husband for shameful attempts to measure Yasenkin IQ with the despicable Aizenka test. Then there was not even a scandal, but some kind of heartbreaking scene, Ilya was even a pity, all our fears with him climbed out, and I convinced him that nothing like that happened to Yulik, with a stew, that a wonderful, smart boy, that Ilya is the best dad in the world, just a wonderful, smart boy-isn't that a prostious, right? - Well, yes, yes, sorry, what I roar. “Well, I'm sorry, you are my kitty, I’m also scared, I am also barely restraining from this Aizenka (Ilya is giggling outly), but you understand, yes, that nothing like Julik is in any way ... - I understand that I'm ashamed, I’m just very scary. “You are mine, and I love you so much (not for the last time these words were said, by the way? An interesting thing: once they say for the last time; at least Michael Artman-back to observing a convenient distance to the 3rd face of the unit,-firmly remembers that at that moment he experienced, speaking to her husband, this is the very word for the letter“ l ”, strong and bitter awkwardness). Here the rope would stop to hang out, to die out, depersonal, defeat the past - but a kind of incident: Yasya, who hated volume the second, could not live without the first volume. He continued to carry the case “Kaveweed We-Croit” the book of the apartment, continued to loudly inform Ilya, long-learned subsystem and supermemic general signs of a hedgehog and shovels and could not understand why “Yask, let the aunt Ilana eat calmly, you already know the answer, let me talk to Ilana. dad. " Twice Michael Artman stuffed the damn trash-Taratashkino in the mountains of the ilyushin book shelves-and twice Yasik magically arose in front of the fathers with a damned volume. Once Ilyusha burst into tears, Michael Artman joked about Frida and a scarf, there was a srach, Michael Artman complained to Ilana, Ilan, as always, regretted the wrong one (a woman’s amazing talent) came out. Michael Artman at that time, it seems, only did that he fought, fought, fought, and hated himself, and fought with everyone, and only in this situation, near the inanimate Christmas tree, in the middle of the floor, covered with inanimate acute shelling, they danced okay with Ilyusha, like a rough with Masherochka. While the rough is breathing heavily and whispering heavily, sorry to feel and pull it out, Masherochka shakes gently and mentally small loosas: “Yasenka, my berry, get off the cursed from my brother, I increased - and enough, because the yulik already began to twitch the knee, so do not see the snot and put on the exposure of three, pick up the fingers and choose the snot and choose the snot and select the snot and choose the snot, Quickly, as soon as you can get away from here, as soon as you can, my smart boy, otherwise it will end as it has already ended a couple of times, something for Julik is a lot of experiences for one day, and it doesn’t see the clock because of your crown and does not know that his lunch is delayed for seventeen minutes. ” Yasenka does not want to get down, Yasenka wants to continue to hang on his older brother, quietly howling, but he, contrary to Ilyushin suspicions, is the truth of a super -permanent boy, he feels that Yulik's fingers on his back became stone and Yulik is shaking with fine shaking. Yasik begins to slowly release, releases, gets off, Ilyusha is still swarming under the Christmas tree, and Yasya suddenly chokes with a sob again, but picks himself up, such a smart girl. Ilyusha under the Christmas tree suddenly squeals and at a decent speed begins to get out of the Christmas tree, but suddenly freezes: "Misha, take them away." Stop, Julik cannot be removed, but Julik has fragments at the feet - no, Julik has no fragments at the feet, here's happiness, Julik, stand still, Yulik! But Yulik carefully stupid, stupid, each time turning exactly ninety degrees and counting “one-two-three, one-two-three”, as he was taught in the group, and now he is already safe, Yulik is just a god, not Yulik. Yasya, enough, gathered, come on: are you responsible now for you and Yulik to have lunch, will you cope? And put on slippers !!! Yasik will cope, a minute later a sonorous plate, a pie on the left, the lower leg on the right, Julik shuffles with slippers, it is not good walking in circles, but the steps are getting more slowly, well done.

- Well?

Ilya has two tiny lizards in the palm of his hand, one on the back, fragile and dry, like a twig, and the second on his side, a very quiet, almost transparent, a small abdomen fits weakly; у обеих поперек тела нитки от Иланиного вязанья, крепкие, голыми пальцами не перервешь, Илье пришлось отодрать от елки тонкую пластмассовую ветку, к которой они были привязаны. Под мышкой у Ильи книжка-говоришка, нажимаешь кнопку, она тебе — «баран!», «свинья!», «пес!», ты показываешь животное на картинке, показал правильно — книжка нежно позвякивает Моцартом, ура-ура. Карман Илюшиного халата топорщится мелкими углами: это пара кубиков, бросаешь одновременно — и: «Ясенька, давай: что общее? Что разное? А если у нас нет первого, как мы будем вместо него обходиться вторым?..»

— Нет, ты подожди, это не все.

Илья разжимает кулак, там пустая мокрая скорлупа от очень маленького яйца, вся в желтом и слизком. Первое животное было очень перспективное, объяснит потом Яся, но из него появились яйца, и оно засохло (Юлик: «Я хочу сказать…» — «Юлик, ради бога, не сейчас!» Юлик: «Нет, я хочу сказать: я объяснял. Яся маленький, Яся поступает глупо, я объяснял, он меня не слушал»). Это нестрашно, потому что второе животное тоже очень перспективное, даже более перспективное, чем первое, объяснит потом Яся. (Юлик: «Яся, ты идиот. Яся, ты идиот. Яся, ты идиот. Яся, ты идиот». — «Миша, он начинает раскачиваться! Юлик, не раскачивайся! Юлик, Юлик, смотри на меня, смотри на меня!» — «Я хочу сказать: я в порядке, спасибо». — «Ну б∗∗∗». — «Миша!!..»). В зоомагазине Илье отсыплют немножко опилок и дадут какой-то корм, «но вообще в этом состоянии вы бы попробовали пипеткой сладкую воду, может быть…» Глупый Илья поедет с банкой в ночную ветеринарную клинику, глупый Илья будет писать в Telegram и рассказывать в полвторого ночи, что доктор сказал то и доктор сказал это (хотя на самом деле все будет сводиться к мягкой тряпочке, сладкой воде из пипетки и к «может быть…»). Глупый Илья будет читать Википедию до полчетвертого утра (Юлик: «Я уже все прочитал, ты можешь не читать. Существует цикл интеллектуального развития. Вовлекается кора головного мозга. Сейчас я все объясню». — «Юлик, бога ради, только не твое “объясню”, дай мне прочитать спокойно, бога ради!») Глупый Илья очень тихо поставит банку в заоблачные е∗∗я, молча поставит, как будто это самое нормальное место для банки с ящерицей, как будто нет никаких причин не ставить банку с умирающей зверушкой в заоблачные е∗∗ня, а умный Михаэль Артман поднимется с постели без четверти четыре утра — и никакой банки не станет, и Михаэль Артман включит свет, и снимет с елки все игрушки, и разберет елку на мертвые ветки, и замотает их хорошенько пищевой пленкой, и отнесет на балкон, и вымоет пол, и погасит свет, и вернется в постель к мужу, который будет лежать с закрытыми глазами и бояться пошевельнуться, и утром не скажет ничего, раз-два-три, раз-два-три. Илья, ты хочешь что-то сказать? - No, nothing. — Пожалуйста, не ходи с таким лицом, если ты хочешь что-то сказать — давай, скажи (не надо трясти коленкой, раз-два-три, раз-два-три, раз-два…). — Хорошо, если ты настаиваешь, я скажу, я хочу сказать: я много думал ночью и сумел сформулировать четыре фактора, четыре, четыре фактора, которые делают, которые делают тебя при всем твоем фантастическом интеллекте, при всей твоей платиновой, головокружительной рациональности, при всей логичности твоей — неполноценным, непробиваемо, безнадежно неполноценным и недоразвитым, ничего ты не можешь создать, никакая жизнь рядом с тобой не может существовать, ничего ты не можешь породить — хочешь, четыре фактора я тебе назову, ровно четыре фактора, хочешь ты?..

Это был последний раз, когда Михаэль Артман ударил мужа (восемь, восемь раз: в живот 2 р., по ногам 5 р., по лицу 1 р.), — и вот мы здесь: я хочу сказать, вы изволите полагать, у асона три фасона, и за окном Простоквашкино, Москвашкино, все это снежное кино, все это снежное кино, и ушлые собачки бегают по внутреннему дворцу Михаэля Артмана, просят деткам на игрушки, на развивашки.

To be continued.

1. Rahoy
2. Leaned
3. Дрожь, 4. Ээээээээ
5. Мачеха
6. А нету, 7. Лапка-Бадшабка
8. Коронный номер, 9. Тоже