Oyavi

Holy story

Katya could not get into tonality. She made his way, finally stood in front of the table. “Sho here with you? Turn around. Where are the cigarettes? " - "Sorry? This is a fried chicken in foil, can I convey to him? " - “What, completely fool? Do you want him to open? " “Sorry, I don't understand you.” - “He, a fool, will reveal to himself. Your foil. Will you go for coercion to suicide, do you want this? Show the program. " - “Well, I have only a chicken, they told me that there are a lot ...” - “This is an investigative insulator. Chickens are not worn here, there are enough their own. Petushkov. They wear tea here. Cigarette cigarettes. They are trying to wear drugs-watering. Come out of here. " But two weeks later the Koreans flew into the city, the governor had nowhere to go, he ordered Gregory to wash, shave, put a suit on him and bring to sign a contract. It was then that they had a romantic date in the prison UAZ, and they conceived Kira.

Husband friends, learning that he was being taken to the plant, called, giving five minutes to fees, picked up, delivered. On the porch is a nondescript, all, like a obtrusted peasant, imperiously stopped her: “Why are you here? You are doing worse for him. ” What, she did not understand. Syoma then explained: “Such. Beautiful, in shoes, in this dress ... ”Syoma ran away, and ten minutes later appeared twisted:“ Everything is canceled. The ultimatum was enclosed in the box: either Grisha, or me. If he signed, do not wait for me. ” But the husband was still brought-to calm the Koreans. He walked past, staring at the “seventeen moments” from afar. After half an hour, the governor with the servants appeared, and again stupid, to vomiting: “Grisha, and sho I am such a lover in you, huh?!” Semi emerged with a policeman: “Here, Alexander conducts. You will have half an hour or an hour. They will keep him nearby, suddenly that. Well, so that the Koreans do not slip. Well, they are on your engineering genius like a smelt on foam. And not only, - laughed, - they. " She was put in an empty dusty “UAZ”, and she felt the first woman on the moon: there was not enough air, everything was spinning, the bloodstream stopped. Cosmos stuck a doshirak. I could not understand what the icon on the “torpedo” was doing here-exactly like the one that her Grand-City, Grishina, Grandma Anastasia Egorovna, handed her to glue in their car.

When the hatch swore and Gregory swam into the lunar apparatus, Katya suddenly roared. It was a pity for myself and sick to death. As for her husband, it was like he. And not him.

Katya first burst from his arrest, more precisely from the search, from that early, black and blind morning, when they called the door: "Your neighbors had a murder, you need to interview." And fifteen people entered. Most masks, with machine guns. They even searched in the toilet, broke the tank. They looked at family photos.

Starting in the lunoper, she roared for three days. And after three more Gregory released. The May, the seventeenth, was flying, the snow flew. She was frozen at the prison gateway from morning to seven in the evening, from her stamping on the observed sidewalk there was an elongated wet oval. In the only sprouted low window, Katya saw a wall painted in two colors-oily white and cunning blue, revitalized between the spider frames, a fingers of blond hair, rolled dust. Snowflakes are unknown how they penetrated through the glass and directly into the web. It was dark, the oval strokes with it, the snow did not melt on it.

In September, they returned from Sydney - Katya insisted on the crossing, trying on, the eldest daughter Anna studied there for a year; A couple of days later, Grisha was informed of the simultaneous institution of the seventh criminal case and the murder of Vernik, the chairman of the board of directors: they scored like a nail in a boot. “Masakra,” Gregory answered not yet rebuilt. A day later, a call from Vladimir, a neighbor in the country of Anastasia Egorovna, woke up. Katya restored the picture of trouble later, from a conversation with Vova’s wife.

- Well, so, you are rich, you shy away, you have put us locks in the door, but the grandmother cannot open. Everything from your wealth. Fortress from whom? I told her: Bab Nastya, why are you locked at night, who will encroach on you? She had been tormented with castles for a long time in the morning. Apparently, one castle opened, the other closed, then vice versa. Then she somehow climbed out of the house through the window. She threw her leg, the second cannot. So sat. She prayed to the icon, only after that she fell back onto the bed. And she was able to rely. Tosya told this. Well, here, and that day I heard the forecast. At night, plus four, and it seemed to her minus four. During the day, I removed the entire crop. Kabaki, pumpkins, carrots, beets. In the evening I went to Tos, they sat on a bench. She went to bed. An hour later, Tosya hears: he calls for help. It stands at the fence pale, on the hand of the cuff. And the tonometer was never found. Tosya barely unhooked her from the fence, she broke one ditch. I got into the house. I sat with her, gave a pill. Come on, saying, spending with you, over there, on the sofa, fright. No, go. The rich you are afraid of all. Tosya was early in the morning, restlessly, she went to her door. He hears, she is busy, yelling, but there is no voice. The door cannot open. Here Tosya came running for Vova. Bay, he says, a window. Yeah, and who will insert me, they will make me? And you have double -glazed windows, do not take the glass. Well, in general, he dragged the staircase, somehow through the second floor. He says she fell from the bed. And everything is turned below. You have carpets there. Then your Grisha arrived. She says: I did not have time to remove potatoes. A strong grandmother, what to say, forested passed, camps, a link.

Anastasia Egorovna broke the neck of the thigh. Gregory took her to the regional, paid chamber, the operation was successful, anesthesia transferred, put a German joint. She died in January, at Christmas. The day before, she was again taken to the hospital, Gregory was sitting nearby. The hand of his heavy strict old woman became weightless, the eyes of the gray - again blue and too large and alive on the thin yellow face.

She lost not only weight, but also the smell. It’s strange in the hospital: there were no smells at all.

The grandmother fell asleep. And suddenly he was irresistibly dragged on to sleep. And there, on the other side, the church choir sang quietly. I woke up: No, quietly. And again he fell asleep, and again the same unwell voices. He changed his mother, went home. At ten in the morning, without one minute, he suddenly jumped. He drove to the hospital. So it turned out: she died at ten.

She turned ninety -three. And according to the documents, ninety -five - added for a pension.

On the Sorokovyns, February 15 - a short day flew, smelling of frost and coal, like a black Soviet steam locomotive - Katya gave birth to Kira. The present Gregory was handed over to the wrinkled hook -bearing old man with huge blue eyes - meaningless, but strict.

At a year and a half, to the question, what is your name, a girl with unrestrained in all directions of the world answered with curls:

- Nastya.

It seems that they did not remember her great -grandmother with her. There is not a single Nastya around. At Kira, the child responded from a favor. Parents did not notice other oddities, the girl developed in accordance with age. Unless very little cried, almost did not act up, was too serious and always ate everything. Little old woman.

“Well, we were accepted into the society of pure plates,” Grigory said thoughtfully.

“And glorious,” Katya answered with the same intonation. “If there was such a senior, I would have been giving up five to you.” Who would have thought that there were such children.

There was a suffocated summer, forests were burning in the north, adding haze to the usual industrial can. It was not far to go to Gregory’s interrogations: the regional prosecutor’s office was on the former Stalin Avenue, now the world, after a couple of ministries from their house. Enterly blocks of split systems hung over the entire line of public places on the facades above you. But only under the prosecutor’s air conditioners went under a drop: all the fans here rotated frantically.

And Katya and Kira walked. In the courtyard, it was bored, pulled on. First, the neighboring courtyards were mastered, then the mother called on the bridge, the next evening already on the other side. There is a stranger area, strangers, gopota, Katya discouraged her. No, Kira mumbled and was torn into the distance. Most of all, she loved stations with their temple arches - railway and “oral” (river). Katya chose time without traffic jams, rode. Kira stood there and, wrinkling his forehead and tilting her head to the right - just like her great -grandmother, looked at people, at all this iron. Ship and Railway. It is all the same. Wagons, clamps, wheel pairs, axle boxes, holds, mooring pillars, all this horror.

At home, she hit herself on her forehead with a spoon and - laughed. Where does it come from in it? She could not, homely, nowhere to see that the pain should be answered that way. And again hit.

Katya understood: this is Anastasia Egorovna. The girl was born with her crooked little finger, her obsessive swaying her head - when something is wrong, and with her heart, in which a hydrogen explosion was already breaking, she is ready for any catastrophe, she is local, she will pass through the Russian field and survive. Katya is not at all like that, and what can she teach her daughter?

Although, of course, where is it from this wheel. Nastya, Katya, Kira. And how many were there before? Anna, her eldest, only dodged, slipped out.

- Let's go, dad, mom, we have to take mine. Where we were, ”Kira spoke about the apartment of great -grandmother. When they went, she confidently walked into the bedroom. - Casket. She is mine.

At the bottom, under heavy rings and earrings, lay an envelope inscribed by a chemical pencil: "September 1, 1969, the first haircut." In it, as not from this world, a strand of thin white hair. Gregory carefully looked up at his daughter, trying to understand something.

“I know these are your curls, dad.”

The grandmother was harsh. "Watching" in the family holding. Grisha from her relatives only with her was explained what he had for problems. Katya at the last Babkina eavesdropped on the fall.

- Fiction is all, granny. Well, if you want specifics. The only charge that has a prospect is that I have shifted accents and delayed the salary to people. He made payments of the fourth, fifth, sixth line - so that the plant worked. And it was necessary to give people to people. But then the plant would have got up, and they would be left without work. They would get a salary, but for the last time. What? No, taxes are paid. So now they put these pieces of paper: they say, he paid the state, afraid of the prison, and threw people. But, granny, I am nobody ... Governor, when he called me to the plant for the third time, guaranteed that before the election - this is a year - will provide us with a stable job. If only Hegemon did not burn the streets and did not go to the square. So we calculated compensation for dismissal and vacation pay to people for the whole year. And the factory was stopped by us. We accrued - but did not give out in our hands - workers more than we owe. And all. And they put it in prison so as not to interfere with the seizure. And then. This is all business - medium -sized, chamber, in every sense: pay - and go. Go to your plant. No, they never found the previous one. It is listed as missing. Kolya? You don’t need to know about him, I'm sorry. Yes, five cases have already been closed. "For the lack of corpus delicti." What does Katya say? Go to raise the economy of Australia. New Zealand, Papua - New Guinea. Yes, at least to the moon, to hell with the cakes.

Yes, Katya thought so. It would be a way out to fly to the moon. Or all these creatures, not allowing to live, send there. Together, nearby - nothing.

The grandmother muttered Grisha, not to make out. Do not forget about the chief accountant and, most importantly, about Van. About whom? And, of course, in the end, her favorite saying: "God has many days."

After she spoke with Katya:

- He is kind, such can be allowed to the authorities. Take care of him. And he will save you all.

In Sydney, they always flew through Bangkok, and that winter, when Kira was performed, they decided to stay with long -standing Grishin friends. The southern end of Phuket, a difference of 70 degrees, snowmen from sand, and no longer turn away from the celebration of Christmas along with the whole world, when they were surrounded and called at the common table in the caps of Santa and powerful white-haired old Europeans. Then they will rise and will be amazingly climbing all night Rock-n Roll, all the hits, starting with Kamtugesy and Satisfect, with a mandatory “California Hotel”. And between the couples, the dog of Peggy with a sticker on the forehead from some fruit will be fifty. Kira was overwhelmed, everyone wanted to dance with her.

The response gesture failed: many from the district went to work to our Christmas. Russian and Italians remained. And in Christmas Eve, an old song about the release “Ticket is one-way”, shifted into Russian with the opposite meaning, “Blue-blue hoar” sounded. Okay, for the better: Grisha and Katya were remembered by Anastasia Egorovna. Three years like. Lizards and flying frogs froze on white plastered walls. Nastya watched too much electric lights, carefully stroked the bark on the trees, the old one, like life, inhaled smells, listened to the wonderful cries of other birds and the crack of multiple wires, and those ptahs sat on them; And a month in this stuffiness and humidity did not stand in the sky, but lay.

Inside this calendar happy shift, there was a common December 31, when one of the children of Grishin friends, sparkling on the network in search of a ritual speech, turned on a parody of it. With subtitles in English and not from the Kremlin, but from the Washington White House, about rapidly flying “poplar” and rapidly growing ruble, about kvass and pancakes that we will feed and drink the whole world, all who need a drop of happiness. And then these shkets placed on a chair read Pushkin and Fet, the cicadas were echoed, and unfamiliar trees showered the seeds after the falling fires of fireworks.

On the beach, Gregory saw the male half of his class - only 30 years ago. They fled from chemistry to the city of City. They were in brown shirts with short sleeves and tucks on their backs, a purple cantle above the breast pockets, in black trousers. Sepaled, and the bodies were brown than shirts. Many tattooed, with earrings in the ears, a couple of pimple, a couple of fat people. They rushed to the sea. One, the most shy of them - Vovka, the earth to him in fluff - remained to guard the textbooks. Putting their hands on the shoulders, met waves. We went out, and the guitar in a circle, Coca-Cola, cigarettes. They sang something of their own, then “nirvana”, buried Seryoga in the sand, rolled in a river flowing here into the sea. They asked the ball from the Italian family, drove him with sigas in his teeth, Finli. This is Arkady, but Shura. And towards us - the forehead in the forehead, or these are still games, or already fate - jumping out of the water, rushing, sparkling in the sun, the jamb of flying fish. Just have time to dodge.

What is holding him? After all, no one is left. Whoever has been in street battles, who left. They were pulled from the country like weeds. And he all lives like this, goes like this, looks like there is no fate and there is no death. And just not 2014 came, but some 1956 or 1961, as if nothing had happened yet, and a long life ahead.

- About your youngest. Although, I will not deny, and mine-now I can’t rely. There is such a thing. Or category, I don't know. Oyavi. Example: Kira - Oyavi Anastasia Egorovna, my grandmother. That is, Kira is not her double, this is her great -grandmother, in reality. This was considered up in such cases. And now in the villages they say that. This is a rebirth inside a kind. This is fine. I remembered, she talked about her family. The one where it was born. They had nine children. And two more girls died in infancy - in front of her and her sister Zoe. They were also called that, Zoe and Nastynoy, the name passed from the deceased to the next newborn. They felt sorry for the dead ... You know, this is like the effect of the memory of the form. Crystallographic reversibility. Memory of metal. His heredity. No matter how you twist nor deform, he will return to how it was.

Gregory watched the dog. Obviously not local: hobbling to the beach, crossed the road, looking at how in Russia, first to the left, then to the right, and almost landed under the bike. Having reached the sand, she lay down in the shadow from the cliff. And Katya looked not at her husband, at the dog. He abandoned:

- And why is Australia not to you Russia? America? Who is she for now?

And Grisha could no longer sit in the siege, but could not give up. He himself was in the same dreary position as the damn factory, this Moloch. His fortress with all his family and disgusting protrusions and angles, galleries, moves, dead ends, with all his only real iron. Grisha and his plant looked equally ridiculous. And for a long time. And this is no longer corrected.

No, but how can he tell her about the oil fog on the river now? He creeps over the water itself, and you will stand in the boat - it is under you, and you sit down - and your head is wet immediately, and you are so happy with it, and steal in milk to their boat. What can he say about the ringing of foil in the wind into which you wrap the caught fish, about the difference between fresh jacket water in their river, from which there is a raw and cold wind, and this ocean? How is it not funny to explain the things that do not make sense, “traces”, if you use the language of its factory chemists?

Yes, do not forget, and the language of the forensics, supposedly walking along the trail of the Wernik's murderers.

…How? Then insignificant, subtle and most importantly, that you can’t remove any broom? What is in your genocode?

- Why don't you live? When will you start? How many more will you torment us? And the daughter is in you. The masochist is growing.

Katya with undisguised flour turned away, rose from the sand, grabbed Kira and went away. With one movement of the shoulders and lines of her mouth, she reminded the ancient empty -eyed goddesses, destroyed life in one movement. All that Gregory had, in addition to his engineering and other already weightless “traces”.

He flew with them in Sydney, saw his eldest daughter, arranged everything and left home alone. Break, parted.

Once, a quarter of a century, he had already sailed on the thresholds under a huge abandoned barge with sulfur. So it turned out, drank. They dived with friends on a fairway, scribbled in a bathhouse on a Tour, he was tightened. He was carried by the current under the black shadow. There would be enough air. Enough. Enough now. His choice. Он знал, как бабка попала: когда ее мужа, его деда, которого он никогда не видел, забрали, ночевала у тюрьмы, ее гнали, она не уходила. Доказывала что-то, дура, ругалась и добилась: забрали тоже. Что сравнивать. Все иначе.

Полетел к ним, на минное поле, на следующий Новый год. Спланировал две недели отпуска: завод вновь переделили, и он опять поднимал его.

— Папа, а вот когда я была твоей бабушкой, я тебя так надолго никогда не бросала. Ты возьмешь меня в наш русский дом?

Замер так, как однажды замрет твое и всякого человека сердце. Катя ночью скажет:

— Она вообразила, что там ее вещи остались, и здесь без них она не может.

— Значит, летим вместе.

Снова пересаживались в аэропорту Бангкока, гигантские рождественские ели стояли на этажах прилета и отлета, втором и четвертом. И всюду — елки поменьше. Катя рассказывала недоверчиво округляющей глаза Кире, как была снежинкой в детском садике, а некоторым хорошим девочкам посчастливилось быть принцессами. Аня тоже слушала. И она выросла, не зная, что такое новогодние утренники: они всегда в это время оказывались под пальмами. Ее детсад и ее школа затихали к двадцатым числам декабря. По утрам здесь машине негде было приткнуться, и вдруг становилось пусто.

Несмеяна ходила с Григорием под обозначающими зоны регистрации огромными буквами латинского алфавита и читала ему их.

— У Бога и букв, и дней много. Правда же, пап?

На тележках для багажа, распугав монахов в горчичных и гепатитного цвета тканях, прокатились две хохочущие старухи-француженки. Кира проводила их восторженным взглядом и наконец рассмеялась. В гладких и чистых плоскостях, отраженная, быстро поднималась огромная медная луна — с севера, где дом.