Your circle. Analysis of psychology in the one-act play l

Piece in one action

CHARACTERS

Evgenia Ivanovna - Mother Sveta.

Room, closely furnished with furniture; In any case, turning literally now, and the whole action goes around the big table.

Included light and roofing. Light in a simple white dress, with a small bouquet of flowers. Tolya in a black suit. Some time they are silent. Light removes shoes and stands in stockings, then she sits on the chair. Once she puts home slippers (at the discretion of the director), in any case, it matters the process of putting on with light household slippers.

Tolya. And where is your mother?

Sveta. She went to visit.

Tolya. Well ...

Sveta. I went, or rather. To relatives, in Podolsk.

Tolya. Long?

Sveta. Immediately ... After our record.

Tolya. As far as I imagine, there is an hour and a half one way.

Sveta. Less. An hour fifteen with the subway.

Tolya. Gets. Back to ride it will be late. Still, Podolsk, Swam.

Sveta. She does not like to sleep anywhere.

Tolya. Well ...

Pause, during which tolens a little closer approaches the light.

Sveta. You ... will you be?

Tolya. I was well poisoned in this restaurant.

Sveta. I like it.

Tolya. I was poisoned.

Sveta. No, I liked it

Tolya. With unusual.

Sveta. No, I just liked how they feed there.

Tolya. Tobacco chicken?

Sveta. Why chicken? I ate Beefstoganov.

Tolya. You will feel at yourself tomorrow what Befstrod means. What oil they cook on, do you know?

Tolya comes to the light, and here it can move on the other side of the table to search for household slippers under the tablecloth.

Sveta. I like it.

Tolya. Tobacco chicken was only good for a dentist.

Sveta. I ate Beefstoganov.

Tolya. And chicken was suitable only for a dentist.

Sveta. In the sense?

Tolya. After him urgently need to repair your teeth.

Sveta. Do you have a bad teeth?

Tolya. I have excellent, never hurt.

Sveta. Then what do you care?

Tolya. The fact that, besides bones, there was nothing.

Sveta. I would change, asked the waitress.

Tolya. I do not like to raise high in restaurants.

Sveta. You still died around with the waitress at the beginning.

Tolya. But it is not from great love. I planted at the table with crumbs, union.

Sveta. Who sagged? You yourself sat down.

Tolya. Circle so many empty tables, and they say - wait.

Sveta. Wait would wait.

Tolya. You have a leg erased.

The phrase produces some action that can be called as if the sound of a bundled string.

Sveta. I missed everything in the world because of these shoes. Run, running for them almost all this month, as a result I took less and only the day before yesterday.

Tolya. Is it when I called you?

Sveta. On this day.

Tolya. It was hard to get?

Sveta. Yes, there was no white anywhere. Summer.

Tolya. It was necessary in advance.

Sveta. So somehow.

Tolya. In the end, I would write me. Address I left you my own.

Sveta. I left you too.

Tolya. I all ran, with the sale of the house.

Sveta. I worked.

Tolya. There we have, in my former city, you can unexpectedly get something. On the bridge on Saturdays from the hands are sold.

Sveta. I do not like from the hands, from the dead can be.

Tolya is still worth it.

Tolya. Actually, it is necessary to wash the restaurant after this visit. Somewhere here was my suitcase, there is a towel.

Sveta. Yes, we take our bathroom, the red hangs.

Tolya. First, if this happens, a nonhygienically common towel.

Sveta. I have something else to you, too red.

Tolya. How will we distinguish?

Sveta. I'm a bunny with you.

Tolya. What for? In fact, I have a whole dowry. There are no sheets, duvet covers even.

Sveta. Are you going to sleep?

Tolya. Life will tell.

Sveta. I'm with my mother's lyg, and you are staring at yourself. Then your dowry will not disappear.

Tolya. My sorrowful work will disappear. I washed and stroked all my free time. Bought, washing and stroking.

Sveta. Himself?

Tolya. I'm alone as you know. In my hometown, too, was alone, although mom at one time did not agree to marry me on one local girl. She said that she had parents to the third knee, she was known and all thieves. So I'm all erased myself and Iron until now.

Sveta. You in Nakhimovsky taught the waltz to dance and wash.

Tolya. You didn't go with me to the waltz.

Sveta. I won my leg, you could invite Kuznetsov.

Tolya. She has her husband for this - and sat.

Sveta. He would not be offended if you were invited to Kuznetsov.

Tolya. Yes, he would not be offended.

Sveta. The main thing, two things were taught in Nakhimovsky: to dance and wash the sheets. One other complements the ideal of a real man.

Tolya. Why? We were in Nakhimovsky on all ready, she did not have to wash the sheets. This is generally not the case. I do not know how. Even when I am on a drilling work in the steppes of Kazakhstan, and then our cook was erased. And in Sverdlovsk, I lived at the apartment at the apartment, by agreement, again with its sheets.

Sveta. You told it all.

Tolya. I'm talking about sheets for the first time. The first time in the life of the sheet was washed when I was going to you. Bought, wrapped in a powder and sad. You won't sleep at once - after how many hands passed: seamstress-motorists, not to mention weaver, then OTV, then warehouse, then sellers, buyers.

Sveta. Well done. I keep hygiene.

Tolya. Yes, I'm a neat guy, squeamish.

Sveta. Whether you are for our towels?

Tolya. I? Not. What for.

Sveta. Why did you bring yours?

Tolya. Well, since ... because I know. You don't really fuck you.

Sveta. Not thick, but I always do a gift for the new year to myself: you buy two new shifts, and we sleep clean.

Tolya. First thing. We will do that, too, will give you. In our family.

Sveta. Where do you see - in our family? Maybe nothing will be.

Tolya. Let's see - see. (Suitable for light and unexpectedly put her hand on her chest

Lights (sticking out). Get away.

Tolya. Well what are you? What are you? What are you afraid of? Nothing will be.

Sveta. Where are you, in the port are you? Sailor of them wanderings. (She disassembles laughter.)

Tolya. Well, why are you? You are my wife.

Lyudmila Petrushevskaya

Goddess Park.

There are people who do not want. Nobody wants. This is the case, how to survive.

Actually, it does not happen that everyone does not want and everywhere, "just need to find the point where there is a person who is not that wants to drive with you, but he does not suspect anything at all. Suppose a new person. And somehow it turns out that near him can be hidden, you can build something, somehow be.

And if such a duplicate person is found, then everything, the case is done, for the sake of him and there will be unloved to live and grow ground so that no one kicked out.

So I would have sought such an unloved, it was A. A., it appears in our story in a cheap camouflage costume and in a not particularly young age, from somewhere arrived, from where his judis took out, from the nearby teacher's province (unloved teacher).

Where did he come?

This is a story of dating.

He came to relax for the city (lived nearby) and found himself in the village, where one day one and the Moscow Aunt also became planned.

That is, he, A. A., just removed the vendon in the hut near the relatives of this aunt, so to speak, the summer cottage, here is a pond, there is a fishing line here, in the evening quiet and good, mosquitoes, but he does not light the light A man lives quietly, goes back to a backpack for a whole day, himself in camouflage, on the legs of old sneakers. In the backpack incomprehensible. It goes on the day, somewhere hangs, something eats something (and he has no electric tank on the vendon, and the teacher does not burn at all, the light bulb turned and the hostess gave the housing.

Saves?

Nothing asks and politely refuses, even if the hostess brings an excess pate on a scherhebat, yesterday's piper (today baked again): No, thanks.

What do you eat? - In a joking annoyance, the hostess exclaims, who used to feed the teacher earlier on the mind and take it from him or, if he does not burn out, then for the electric stitch. But he even would even warn that he would not use the electricity, the days are long.

Days to him are long, saw? Specially made from greed.

Oh and did not love his mistress!

He answers the questions not immediately, and it is responsible for asking any more: "And what, in fact, the difference," the question of the question.

Even impolite.

But for each cunning nut there is his bolt, and this aunt arrived from Moscow, cheating, business-business, distant cousin brother's brother's divorced husband or the hostess.

But this aunt has long been over two year-olds got used to calling here, on the clock, loved, see whether the average Russian hill, cooked jam, Solila-marinated that she got under his arm, almost a gooseberry! Leaving a good truck banquet bags.

And boiling, she boil her job in the garden near the shed in Thawing and under the canopy, and there, in Saraj, she lived for free, one more three years ago, where the boards were picked up, where the partition was delivered, and once even came joyful with some kind of then the previous door from the chlev, which was written to the limestone "goat".

A foreign neighbor, who hired men to task the old yard, can be seen, and I gave her the door specifically called Muscovite to remove the corner in enemy hollow, did not bring revenues!

And on the door everything was as it should be, two loops, junk, even the castle was also the same.

And allocated a Muscovite in Saraj like a room to live for free.

The light, however, it was, and the TV worked, and the refrigerator was small. And she paid for electricity in his counter, who neatly and left and left with all the scarma of the hostess in the chemistry.

So it was the owner of the sprinky that did not fall anything, some troubles.

True, the grandchildren of the hostess, Masha and Jura, all the time they went to Tete Ageltina to Moscow to the winter holidays, like, the Kremlin was prevented.

And in his sarry room, Aunt Alya brought beauty, covered covers, everything was paid on the roof, the curtain hung on that hole with a glass that replaced the window. Even some Nara did her, on them a bag with a hairdo! Rural life.

The mistress of the estate, however, the mass of claims, complaints of health and poverty, is also working. But all this is not at the address, Alevtina does not want to support such a sad conversation.

In the evening, she climbs samovar on fir bumps boiled, and the hostess with laughter, blowing on the water (Moscow caramel behind the cheek), gossips Alevtine:

I have a volatile dwelling. Greedy!

Yes. Non-idle teacher. Thirty five years.

Wow! (Laugh.)

Neither a penny does not want to spend, in the morning the bag behind the back and left, and in the evening it will appear, it will be back out of the bucket and sleep.

What is eating? Bread crumbs on the veranda is not.

Is there a dining room?

Not. Well I do not know. In the dining room you can't drive, the bus is always packed with superfluous ... and we still have a thing by passing by, does not stop.

Happens yes.

So where does he just shy?

Muscovite laughs in question.

Yes, she arrived only in the afternoon, only rake, put everything, spread.

Tomorrow we will solve all questions.

Will you take currants?

And sweet?

Sedni sweet was gone, - the mistress sings in anxiety, - there was little rain. I watered her.

And large?

Praise to sell, - the hostess annoyed, - and buy hula.

Yes, where did I hoolila? - Laughing Alertina.

The hostess also suspects her big wealth there, in Moscow (children said), and also begins to boast themselves, and immediately the praise is uncontrollably flowing into bitter complaints - what two three-bedroom apartments she lost to daughters when her own house in the city was broken, and herself Sits in the winter in the odnushka in winter, and that the older husband is the captain of the police, and the other at all at all at the factory at all sleeps at work, two sleeps at home.

And you will not cover the roof will not survey, watching the series will not toss it off. I will hire. And the children for the summer to me! Three times a day Baba to eat! All I, all I (, etc.).

The usual conversations of the owners, the heroine of labor and the unwritten comedies. Self-ability in the form of just anger.

Meanwhile, guests, a shadow in the dusty camouflage outfit with the hump behind his back, silently opened the gate (tishka tungal), snewed along the path to the house, and the shrimp on his vendon and there he was herself. He came out with buckets, something burned out from published and moved along the water. Returned, washed under the wretcher to the belt.

Such a peaceful picture.

Two penelines blow tea and look at the man who returned from the wanderings, who pours himself on his back.

Recently people(Stick) Women often advised me to read Petrushevskaya, while thoughtfully frowned eyebrows and nodded with their heads, as if they knew something inhumanly wise: "Yes, Petrushevskaya is a good writer, it is worth reading it ...".
I decided to check.
I get up in the morning, the mood is beautiful, on the street Spring, the sun, the first day of the lungs of dresses, grab the snow-white Tomik with the romantic name "Love Stories" and running in the subway, on the go reading annotation. I admire: "20 languages \u200b\u200b... List of bestsellers in the USA ...". I think, probably, it was too early to put a negative opinion about the author, knowing only the "Petra pig".

Finally, I open the first story. I read. I reread each page several times, but not because I like it, but because I can not make sense to understand: "Why is it written, and here what kind of jargon, and what is the meaning of this event?", But I think it's hard for me. . I read on.

Released from the subway, after reading several stories. I look around: the sun is merzko blind into the eyes, the wind disgusts the legs, the cars are squeezed, it smells a disgusting, some kind of grass, people walk around, so, the girl goes on me, the legs are the curves, on her face - as if her Now it is going ... And suddenly I understand that it was my reflection.
I did not know that the book could drive into such depression. Apparently, I'm not such a strong person, as I thought.

Petrushevskaya, as written in Wikipedia, creates its works "Encyclopedia of women's life." Perhaps somewhere live like that similar to her heroine, but if everyone had so lived, people would have died out of hatred.

Petrushevskaya writes not about women, but about Baba. Moreover, it is tried by the mind of women. And even men have it, like women. In those stories that I read, I did not see any hero who would think. They live, perform some functions, doing what others want from them. At the same time, sometimes they pierces them on the stream of incoherent thoughts and they suddenly do something (the reader is rejoiced - cheers, driving!), But no, the hero understands that he made a mistake and decides not to do what he wanted.
Its stories can not be called realism - a description of the life process with a description of boredom, dirt is not a reality, but a fetaned dirt.

Fans are especially admired by her style. I do not understand what to admire: abundance of short paragraphs? Sudden inappropriate sending to mythology (which looks more like the author's desire to boast: "Look! I have a classic education!")? Inept attempt to reproduce a jargon or children's speech? "Cookers" to say rude, vulgar words and wander over bright and clean?

Lyudmila Petrushevskaya
Three Love Stories
Thank you Life
Having dropped to the very bottom, we heard a knock from below - i.e. everywhere life. Some aphorisms. Copy, and, while there is a nutrient medium, the smallest lives will remain in the soil, never seeing lights - they act, consume, but they create all deeper and deeper than the soil. In the forests and on the mountains, in the sea Ile, in hot springs - everywhere life. Besides lava, fire, but there all something trembles, isn't it live? And on distant frozen continents, on the planets, where there is nothing, there is also something, obviously. Frosty light substances, there is nothing to eat, there is no oxygen, they go like parks, they have there, for example, the apartment.
Three-bedroom sprinkle, i.e. One Bedd is in the middle, two cuishes on the sides of the projected. When the population has grown and, to old age, increased, distributed the sputum into three molecules. And in one lives a frosty substance of ninety-eight years, her name is Vera Ivanovna (ask - she is good? Now it is now the same kind as an eight-month-old baby). This time, it became a sudden creature. Two and three: around her daughter of seventy with something and the same son-in-law. The daughter, in turn, the daughter of Schizophrenic, she, too, with them, although she has a husband, also a disabled person on schizophrenia, and sometimes he lives with him.
Therefore, in three molecules four life nuclei, four bunches, atoms of existence. In the far room, the baby is almost a hundred years old, in a big cabin, the daughter of Schizophrenic, in the next to the exit, two: son-in-law baby and a dog. That is the side view, a look of sympathizers that object: And where does the baby's daughter live, which is the mother of schizophrenic and his wife with a dog? NIGHT. When Schizophrenic goes to her husband, her mother spends the big room in a big room, and then she is a fantastic in the senior compartment or (question) she sleeps with her husband, but (question) is unlikely. Seventy, however, years - with nuts. People have the need of freedom, meaning husband.
The main thing is the problem of poverty. The blatant poverty, seasoned (from the main acting person, crumbs M.I.) Completely carelessness, i.e. When there is no stocking and tights (they are not), freely run in the frost in the socks and slippers, say, to a conservatory for a free ticket that got from the girlfriends.
Hears the concert, it will be satisfied.
Moreover, naive, she and that time, and in any other times did not see anything around, full absorption of music. I did not see the stacked eyes (socks in winter, and skirt!).
Of course, the type of mountains. sick. We will not speak the mountains. Crazy, it's not. Contact, caring, energetic, is absorbed by its troubles around the mother's mother, and - what is interesting - the husband supports her in it, helps. And the baby herself is in full force trying to relieve life around it, i.e. Rides into the toilet on the chair on the chaoles (the son-in-law was made of a children's bike). Previously, she even walked, holding the back of the chair, along the route a bed-toilet-kitchen and even to the son-in-law, admire the TV. True, M.I. He hates TV, and her husband looks to the transcenders silently, in the headphones, but also the fact that the son-in-law is deep enough and without headphones (and there is still an audio device) does not grab anything, did not study the language.
But his wife, energetic M.I, ran into the courses at one time - and Hop - learned the language, in the first case English. I also learned a lot of things, energy! Chinese start. But in life there were great difficulties, as the daughter, the child was hidden psychbole, because hidden that the mother did not want someone to know that the daughter was caught by nonsense.
Then there was a private doctor, from time to time the girl left at home outside the school and fed the pills, and when the session of rainbow visions ended, the girl returned to the standard of normal people, studied like everything, then (already as elected) entered the university, here's a atom! No, obviously the constellation of atoms, but later to hide all things it became harder, the students go to practice, serving in the distance, the mother is not, and this is an unhappy accopriety of atoms, coming out of reality in the eyes of other people, it turned out in a mental hospital, and quite natural.
There is a girl and met the other as dispensed and came out (!) Marry. How? And so, no one is forbidden. He graduated from the university, there is a stop. It was impossible to teach at school. But bypass, quiet sap, settled the mugs, earned meger, and lived on it with her husband. It gets tired there, the vision is beginning to swallow, moving towards mom.
In the described time, everything, I decided to conduct a Sibarite lifestyle, the circles left, took money from the state, a pension on schizophrenia, a small little. It would lead to the circles, it would be better, of course, but more and more often it is the constellation of atoms away, thinks that it is silent to questions and herself says nothing. Forty years, however. And now they pay in the circles, if they are, a penny.
It is hard to live, citizens. But the disease saves, people with disabilities are somehow eating.
Now about M.I.
Therefore, I learned English, in addition to my candidate thesis, when it was already a girl, without hiding, let go into a psychiatric hospital, that is, the poor is free. Plus, it came and this is a daughter marriage with a fellow in mind and hospital corridor, and M.I. It got something too much time. The girl went to live to her husband, left the empty apartment, as on a distant planet, full of frost, loneliness, and removed eternity, so M.I. I decided to marry, it went to fifty years.
She at one time gave birth to the girl, too far, for thirty, introduced into the life of one Suede Geniya, who lived with a lying mom in his book storage and the whole belly - even the nose was covered with some cobwebs. This man was, as already mentioned, the genius, the commentator of the ancients, and also released translations, and it could be asked about everything, he gave an answer and quoted in memory with long passages on Latin and ancient Greek (and without any self-coming, without hunting, forcedly Only in the case, and immediately put the tube).
Baby M.I., Lyudaya and Movable as a male ledge, embarrassed in love with his life. The genius condescended once again after the bottle (he willingly drank good wine, and M.I. hesitated and dragged Porto Porto, as well as cheese, sausage and mint gingerbread, right from salary) - but later it turned out that there was already there Two wives and three children, as well as one aggressive contendance without rights, a Jewish beauty of the Barbra Streisand with a three-bedroom apartment and a car, son-drier and a hefty spherobe. But the hero was chained to the mother-disabled person, and his ladies cared for him by hand, imposing every temporal opportunity. Just the last mentioned bride broke through the phone at the time of the copulation of Geniya and M.I., and twice, the art's preparation was led, I wanted to bring "Supchaku", and poor M.I. Twice froze in an uncomfortable posture, and the genius answered that yes, I dug, came ran away from my mother. And again came running, yes (again I washed). I did not want to traumate the contender of the second echelon or was afraid of her.
M.I. All suffered, all this deprivation of virginity, silently, then she gave birth to her poor girl, who had given hopes for genius, expressed a lot in early childhood, and then her genius no longer demanded an explanation with the surrounding and no external activity, a girl seemed to froze in immobile, but, apparently, she internally lived in one way, although nothing reported to anyone (no one? I do not need anything?).
By the way, those three senior children of Geniya also turned out non-standard as a result (information from Barbra Streisand, activists of the Jewish movement, which somehow spoil and, wanting to sew M.I., met her at the subway and told that their common hero had Ancient syphilitic, wait for the results. At the same time, it was expressive at the belly of M.I.). At the last child, the activist said, obviously offended by the object of adoration, the child dries down, so !!! Those. He is taken to the resort in Saki !!!
Well, M.I. Somehow went out with his idea of \u200b\u200bserving a genius, especially since the girl born (a miracle of beauty and meekness with standing gaze, like a baby of the Sistine Madonna) took all her mad energy.
What is characteristic of a genius, in spite of everything, he soon married and born two more children, although she still lived with his family to apart (his mother!).
Such is the background of the question, and then M.I., selected by the fifty years and being a woman with experience in forty-five minutes (minus twice a three minutes of telephone conversations, for which it was necessary to interrupt, and then the sneaker immediately could come, having worried) - So, M.I. it became vigorously to look for her husband, and attended the shameful evenings "who for 30" and willingly fell into bed with whom they would have (at these evenings, it was not about that, "I do not marry, you won't get married", namely the partner on Night a man asked at once: "We will go to you or to me?", And she drove to you, the nursing Mom was sitting with the girl). But the order was headed by such that on the next playing men were invited to dance others, unused, wanting to tear the flowers of pleasure on different flower beds. Or, all of them, they did not suit the dry, energetic, chatty M.I., forever, as if tanned and winter, always in slippers in the rubber move.
So in the future, M.I., without waiting for the cavaliers of the invitation (and the ticket was bought for money for the evening for the evening!), Invited men to the dance, whom she wanted, causing frank laughter in women's ranks. M.I. I did not know and did not want to know any rules of behavior on dancing that the ladies patiently should wait for Manna Heaven, and became vigorously in a circle, as a man, the first dancers, and immediately, at the first sounds of music, not giving a partner to think and look in search of others options.
Such freedom of the behavior aroused the reverse reaction, everything as it were accumulated, gathered in the desire to disgrace her, the ladies were encouraged by men, laughed, "psychbole" said, and she soon all this story was bored. Indeed, how to react when in response to the invitation of M.I. Cavalier could start joking and persistently did not agree, saying "I am not dancing", and so in a circle. That is, they behaved like naughty young ladies who will not fundamentally go with the distems of the womanist.
M.I. Then I moved to the correspondence, I had correspondence with nonresident, went to various villages and military towns at the invitation of the grooms, lived in different men for the sample and all numerous friends also advised to marry.
And - who is looking for, he finds - she still married, brought a male-carpenter's man to the cauron, and the laccs of the laughter who brought a telephone space for a long time, uniting girlfriends M.I. In an extensive spy network.
The non-resident carpenter could not learn anywhere else and no way of his bride, no one opened his eyes and did not clear the brains, did not open a reality, to whom and where he was alleged. His background, in turn, M.I. I didn't open anyone too, only "he is a carpenter with a hearing impairment." That's the times! And isn't it from zone? And is it not a tuberculosis, tight from antibiotics?
M.I. Meanwhile, signed with their carpenter. He immediately got a job. Everything!
And here it turned out: he is non-drinking carpenter, golden hands, a lot of prospects (if you think about it!). And the girlfriends: the cabinets without doors, the shelves do not hang, stand below falling, the parquet placed on some keys, the blizzard blows the blizzard, everything fumbled almost everything. And in general, unbalanced, street-free wood, thirsting for repair and professional male care. Need a carpenter!
However, the continued one confused. He does not take any money nor bottles, and flowers and candy is not in part. The same thing and M.I., explaining all the delicacy of the situation, in the future reluctantly responded to all requests and the needs of the girlfriends, motivating this by the fact that he "tired" (and he was deaf! Ie separately to the phone approached).
Intelligent girlfriends were embarrassed and parted, forming a respectful circle, and literally recorded on the visit. And already further conversations went in the sense that the hat is not in Senka, M.I. In his socks, trepal and strange, she is not a couple of this deaf gentleman. Some people even watched him on walks with a dog, with a setter (!), And a non-resident husband has always been accurate, tighten, God, and with a tube! James Bond!
Next, a natural question: where does he come from?
And he is a Lithuanian, a leaving of the peasants, whether to see, not Pan, but a cooler, leaving. The leaving of the peasant where?
In response silence. Then reluctantly, that somewhere in the PGR, in the village, in short, in the Belarusian place, she discovered him. Deaf in Cleafomanian. He could not, apparently, the poor pan, to talk to anyone, and it was caught in writing (energetic M.I., so she managed!)
Then she split down that he gave an announcement that the lonely BVP (without bad habits) is looking for a BMP wife (without material problems) and with w / p, with a living space. BVP is looking for a BMP with w / p. Laugh! But laughed and stopped. It is funny only at the beginning, wildly hear only on the eve of events, weird only from the side for others. And in the epicenter of events everything came out, coincided - apparently, M.I. There went there (and it was summer, and the slippers looked at least where, maybe she bought new). It was probably even combined for this occasion, screamed by a comb in his curls, it was not possible, and a constant dark color of the face could have looked like a healthy tan. Any woman once in life, excited, can be attractive, this is a fact. Take at least brides!
And at the wrong girlfriend, admitted to the apartment, vigorously saw that his bed at M.I. No, she gave him to Pan.
"Where do you live," girlfriends allegedly asked thoughtfully, "where are you sleeping?"
This question, however, hung in the air. And no one insisted, realizing that you can get in response to "I live and sleep with my husband", like that. And all this was almost fifty!
Fifty, then sixty, seventy, girlfriends are likely and suddenly get the news that once a week Pan goes to spend the night to a second sister M.I.
And that M.I. Tespit and scenes does not suit. Listen, this is what? This means that Pana lacks one temperamental, energetic wife, it serves two? Where are you (dash, we) watched and what we missed as a result?
Or did he fall in love? But in whom, in whom, what is there, did anyone see this sister? Horror! True and the fact that M.I. He took without love, and every one needs freedom of feelings! Well done M.I., everything is correct. But what suffers of her on this one night a week! Poor.
Well, no, we would not bring such a frank cohabitation with my sister. Let him marry then on this speller! Yes, but (found out) her apartment has two adjacent rooms, there is also a mother (this current) and a secondary son, he is already under forty. Ugh.
And living, quietly overflowing in the sun, this biologically active mass of people, loves, suffers, compassionates, the carpenter does not carefully take Haltur, earns a minimum, Mount of Zlata, but despises.
M.I. And he looks closely at her almost a hundred-minute baby, the daughter of Schizophrenic sees some kind of dreams behind the wall, and waking up, she moves to her husband.
It all settled, only there are no clothes, and the eternal slippers on the rubber sole flashed in the direction of charitable points, the husband as a result of dressed, wish, a daughter in blouses, mom in the bathrobes, but where the spring Skond Hand beats, there is no whole pantyhose, only socks Small child sized or male. But pants and long skirts happen, this is a salvation, thanks to life.
Sa and s
The point was in the summer camp, and in the older detachment, and the roles were distributed like this: there was a boy Vladik who walked with the girl Ira, as if her property was, and there were two cousins \u200b\u200b- SA and CO, Sanya and Sonya.
Now Ira: At the fifteen years, some kind of eighteen years old, as if she was eighteen, and dressed in simple, but all the time new rags, actually hanging on her like a hanger, but the right looks. In short, the most urodine itself, thick mouth, small eyes, but calm on this. There is no figure, there is little hair on my head, some kind of hedgehog, on top of a handkerchief on my forehead, while well understands, so to speak, my inner value.
All the girls of the older squad immediately nicely did not know her, especially if it was this Vladik, with whom she immediately became everywhere to appear, he was terribly a beautiful guy, similar to some American film cartarti driver. Moreover, stubborn as a bull, not surrender, no words and jokes answered and dragged all the time for this Ira. Whether they came together, but it turned out that there was no, the girls directly asked Iru in the second evening: "Do you come with Vladik together?", And she replied: "And what's the difference?", That is, not together. In the dining room at one table, in the cinema nearby, dance inseparably and so on from the first day.
And here sa and co. Ca in the calculation is not accepted, such a fish, there is no waist, the eyes are white, hefty and as a security guard at the sister, they brought their mothers together - like be near in the face of fate. Reflect the strikes. Then goes, Sonya, small, not thin, black hair curly to the shoulders, all the time laughs. Also so-so.
And in the bedroom in girls (a week passed) a conversation arises, why this Vladik goes with Ira. Everyone is unhappy: who is this Ira? She is not talking to anyone, too such proud, or what? One, Lelia, wanted to make friends with her (with a long sight, of course, to Vladik), and Ira answered her that no, these skirts are not Italian, she herself herself as if she sews on patterns, and then from the conversation it turned out that Ira lives Without mom, Mom has a new husband, haha, Ira was unneaked to her grandmother, and that sick, and Ira does everything, prepares, erases: Cinderella! You speak English - says, and by whom you will be - will be a designer, not something. None of the guys still know exactly where it goes after school, still there is still time, and this has already been captured. Engaged with teachers. And who is Mother's husband - but she answered this "and what's the matter." With such information returned from Leller's intelligence.
Now: What did Vladik found in it? Ugly, no haircut, if under zero, then it is clear. Skirts and cool shorts. It is lying that she sewed himself.
All other girls at different stages of age, alone pimpled, others have already leveled, everyone is nervously laughing, many shake feet in shower, cosmetics use it, let them smell, paint to breakfast! Ira that Ira - slightly spends lipstick in its thick mouth. Little eyes do not paint. It goes the direct as a match.
In short, sa and from all the time near the twins, some fragile, quietly talk, they also fell out of the overall life of the detachment. They do not pay attention to anyone, they are quite enough.
But conversations about Vladik and Ira reach them too. They, sa and co, laugh quietly and self-confidently. High, thick, like a fish sa and small with giggling, and do not imagine anything.
And suddenly, talking and laughing with SA, it comes to what can be discouraged by Ira.
Everyone willingly laugh, even stupid. The case is on the shore of a huge pond. Girls lie on towels, sunbathe. This is the first hot day after arrival. Everyone already knows that with sau and with no one was to sit at the cottage and they were blocked in this camp. How to boot, ok?
And Ira with Vladik already undressed, go into the water, look, married couple, he supports it. Ira have an ordinary thin body, no special bends, a pale skin, a long waist, a scarf is screwed on his head. Normal legs. Vladik has already tanned somewhere, strong as a bull, beautiful legs, shoulders in order. Good.
And here it says this phrase, which can discourage Vladika from this Ira. She is also undressed and comes with CA into water. Ca white baby belly, long strong legs like columns, long hands. As for CO, it is in a close swimsuit, so small, black curls on the shoulders and laughs all the time. SA and CO splash on each other, laugh, both plugged into the water like fish and rushed with a good cramp, trained girls. The rescuer on the boat was spun and drove himself, very much, they went.
The rest of the girls shrugged and slightly bent, exaggerated squealing and protecting painted eyelashes. Floored, highly thoring by the balls from the water and looking, of course, where - after Vladik, there are no questions.
Ira, she, she floats slowly, wound on his head, does not immerse his head. Vladik rowed far ahead, and there, closer to the boat of rescuers, the whole three of the swimmers turned back - SA, CO and Vladik, and went back with great power, and then, as teammate dolphins, they darted again. It was fun to watch them, everyone was carried away: who will give first? And where does Sa so belch is unsportscent? And what does she slouch something? And so, look, with how flies! Already tries.
Vladik, of course, overtook them and rushes back and inversely, to meet. This is not a petty hooliganism on the water that the rest of the men's peasants of the detachment started - to drown, with a good one to come down, hook for the gum of other people's cowards, to dig up with a lump of her lump and plumb to the face of a friend, then they threw them the ball , Girls with a screech, panically row to the shore, now flows mascara from eyelashes - and Vladik focuses on the pond, handsome, athlete. True, the towels are shusching that Vladik turned out to be small, he is only fourteen years old, and Ira is fifteen! And fifteen, but from fourteen and a half.
So they go to the beings, Dilda Sa and the little CO, the boys double the activity in their hooliganism on the water, plus, gogot, excited screams, whiskers, snot under the nose. Black heels flashed. Men.
SA and SO drown. With wet curls like some Italian artist, a large chips, black eyes burn. They with Sa stand back to the pond, the Lelia takes pictures of their soap. The crowd of girls is immediately built, it seems like a queue for shooting, observes. With a suddenly thin waist, and chest be healthy, the size of the second, probably.
Then the face sits face to the pond and it looks around, drives black eyes, she turned out to be shaggy eyelashes, here is a surprise. What does the girl mean! The guys on the water are spoiled as geese, for some reason. It is laughing quietly, but quite clearly (it says something to her). On this murmur laughter, Vladik, coming out of the water, suddenly throws his head and is stupid looking for a sound source. As if he was called!
Laughter CO - her corporate sign, she laughs constantly, but here, above the water, above the green and blue surface, sparkling as it were, with a variety of glass, with the smell of water and running herbs, laughter with sharply different from all other sounds, screams, coarse laughter and squeal : Individual ringing of the stream, that's what.
That's all go to dine, Vladik at the same table with Ira, everything is fine. But here it laughed with again, something happened there, after two tables right. Vladik involuntarily turns there its stubborn bull stubborn head. It does not see, it hides behind the widespread shoulders of sa. Two guys, their neighbors, rzhut friendly. Who are these horses over whom? Vladik confused and the nepoupe meets Ira, mechanically finishing juice. There, behind the table right, again rumbled with a laugh. In front of everyone, everyone is clearly formed by new bandform, these four now go throughout, three around the baby co. Together on dancing, together in the cinema, walk, laugh until the squeal.
Sa is clearly satisfied, those two guys, too, and with a sweet, modest and hides in the center of your suite, not to get it. Now they are swimming together together, and Vladik chases separately, powerfully and speed, and they are splashing, chatting and laughing, and sagate on the road. At times, Vladik emerges right before co, somehow guessing her movement. With a pure eyelashes merged with arrows and laughs - right in his face, she has a habit. Does it laugh at him? Vladik dives in panic, saves the water to the water.
Yes, Vladik Pelennin is now, it is clear that he will be somehow injured, he buried, he scattered at the table and sadly glances to the right, the eyes of some confused, and thick eyebrows are closed on the bridge. He does not understand what he is visible with him. He involuntarily follows the eyes of a cunning CO, which hides in the center of his mug. This circle has grown, another boy appeared. Most of all satisfied high, thick sa. She, it turns out, very witty and free girl and wildly mixed with and guys. She wanted to spit on her appearance, however, during the reporting time, Sa clearly looked, tanned, over the alami cheeks (the nose is also scarlet) they are burning light eyes, small curls hang it out, hiding acne, and words fly like arrows! With quietly laughs. Guys rzut and also insert their replicas. How they are good there, how interesting! And why do they laugh so much? Another immediately becomes lonely, I want to be closer to this company, the people are more graveyardly tightened to them. That Lelia has already won a place nearby. This is now the funny core of the squad, they (everyone knows it) invent some kind of "ass", they sit down everywhere, walk the crowd, etc.
Finally, some kind of alleged traditional bonfire. The scratch, the flame flies into the blackness, in the darkness, faces are lit by trembling fire, everything is keenly looking into the fire, like primitive animals, and then the music was killed, people jumped up, began to dickly jump, dance, and si, quiet and curtain girl sits on Whose jacket by the fire. Her eyes sparkle through eyelashes, the face brightly pink, curls as black snakes, the darkened lips are unknown why they smile, she stayed temporarily alone, sausages in the crowd of guys, and here and Vladik, he approached the CO and sat down on one knee in front of her, I extended my hand and suddenly stroked my head! Something told her. She answered. They got up and left the fire. Everything.
Then Vladik did not move away from either a step, only in the dining room sitting after another table, but his eyes drove his eyes all the time. He was still a suburban, some dismissed appearance, he inattentively ate and everything turned his eyes aside as a young bull, with a fixed neck.
Ira, calm and simple, remained altogether alone, one went everywhere, Nimalo is not embarrassed, because she had a friend of Fizruk, a student. In the afternoon, he was busy, apparently. The detachment is no longer interested. But I stayed without my company, Vladik led her from the guys, there now Sa was the center and having fun, everything is the same, there are other girls, there were a couple, the people drank, smoked, ran at night on the pond to swim naked. And with, too, every midnight evaporated from the bedroom and came in early dawn. She also looked not so hot, with a weathered mouth, sunken her eyes.
Leaving the camp on buses, CO and Vladik in the back seat, both serious, gone, adults, hold hands. Vladik then kisses the cheek, climbs her lips in her mouth. Little with completely stupid. However, Vladik, too, as it must be without memory. Buses are going around the city, quickly melts this lately, here is about to the separation! Girls know that with parents go abroad, and Vladik must go somewhere in the cottage almost in the village, where he is waiting for her grandmother in the garden plot, he is there every summer there, repairing the house, he has a mother teacher, but there is no father . With alarmed, and Vladik no longer thinks about anything, his open mouth is looking for, where to pour on a smooth, wet cheek. Farewell, montextures and cabins are waiting for their children, grab CO, kiss, stuff them with sa in their transport, Vladik with a backpack leans to the window of the car, where SO, and says something, crying and nods. But here it will be taken away. Vladik quickly goes to the subway, go home and immediately throws to the phone, and here it begins what is called real life, the conditions of existence, the first man of man. Somewhere there is crying from and, as agreed, refuses to go with the parents. Soon August, nothing, it is necessary to strengthen and wait for September ...
Wolfgang and Sergey Ivanovich
As a matter of fact, Tatiana Wolfgang did not have any hope of marriage. It was already thousands of nine hundred and sixty-fifth year. She should have done thirty years old!
Start with appearance (Tatiana was similar to Goethe, in honor of which, by the way, her grandmother carelessly called her only son). Tatyana Wolfgangs turned out - as a result of the crossed of the French line with the Russian Old Believers Dynasty dynasty - a girlfriend girl, a believer, nick, with small honest eyes, she worked at the toy factory in a purely female team and from the property had only a bed in a grandmother's room, a piece of cabinet, books, books Shelves with a number of three pieces and a small writing table, covered with nails hats (worked in a seven age brother, it was a family legend, as he was left alone with just purchased furniture. Mom was very crying about the spoiled table). In another room there were parents and a small, but also a nape nephew, that is, complete ammunition. An older brother with his wife had a sofa in the kitchen, on this list can be covered.
All this family was in the past, their steamers on the Volga, weaving factories, cousin ministers, estates and their own publishers. Preserved, however, relatives in Paris, which thoroughly hidden and letters from which were afraid of like fire. Grandfather stayed in permafrost in a hundred and fifty kilometers from the Vaninsky port, Pass "Think", the Russian state of Kolyma.
The family stubbornly denied his roots, in the photographs were rudely erased, in particular, portraits of Nikolai second, innocently hanging behind the backs, admit, graduates of the gymnasium.
There was one legend, according to which the great-grandfather Mitya under the new, 1919, the year was returned to the Lut Frost home. He met a drunken soldier. The soldier ordered the great-grandfather to remove the fur coat and the cap, then he asked to hold the rifle and, swinging, hit his great-grandfather, and the chinel, and to be robbed. When Mitya's great-grandfather appeared home to the New Year tree in the bodies of the Red Army, the cook almost shouted it from the threshold. Family came up, with Mitya quickly bawed overcoat and Shishak, suspecting bad insects. Sinel wanted to throw out. However, it hurts heavy, she seemed an old woman with a cook. And from the pockets, two heaps of different jewels were grated ("Beju", as the old lady determined). Then the cook, the legendary Katerina, walked them on fats and piles of flour, not trusting subtitle hostesses.
Tatiana knew about all these fairy tales and was silent, it was so raised. In the family had one jewelry, grandmother's earrings, golden, with Rostov fingerties, i.e.pharfore pendants with a pattern. Earrings grandmother kept in the dresser in the locked box.
Far Tatyana Wolfgang did not advance, he did not go to the institute, although Vava trained her to the French and German grandmother. She graduated from courses and began to paint dolls. The only talent was in her gymnastics. But here she did not stand out for nothing, the second rank was her ceiling: hurt Highly.
In the described time, Tatyana Wolfgang on Saturdays and Sundays led in the Club Factory Classes on the so-called "plastic". Grandmother Vava as a child went to some courses on the method of Ayedor Duncan and retained the height, methodology and notes, and herself taught the case for a long time until he slotted. Tanya it was inherited. Girls, barefoot, in the white tunics, depicted some swollen dances, and Tatiana was rushed with them, rising her flexible hands to the ceiling. Children could not repulse her patience in any way, they had something like lying and not quite decent. She was just aunt Tanya.
Now the second character of this story, a small fastening, similar to a fighting chick, Sergey Ivanovich. And he, in turn, taught in this club drawing. He was a front-line and artist without a place, graduated from the school, wrote the paintings, folding them under the bed, and earned his pennies in the clubs. The children loved him and were afraid. Literally trembled. The only thing that he almost did not have time to draw himself and therefore always dragged an album with him. In any free minute, he sat down and made sketches. He had an idea to write a big cloth to the exhibition. But the topic was completely inappropriate (according to his own expression) for those times: he adored Borisov-Musatova, Pavel Kuznetsov, the union of the Blue Rose and in general another era. He had a favorite teacher who graduated from Vhutemas and secretly inspired her disciples pre-revolutionary ideas. True, Sergey Ivanovich hid his tastes such, knewed with all clubs.
His picture was supposed to depict the pond and gentle girls in wreaths on the shore. And the old manor was far away on the hill: columns, lilac, turquoise sunset heaven, pink flambery evening dawn, eh.
Sergei Ivanovich himself, the gift that there was a small growth, was from the old nobleman, except that his father appeared from the hungry Nikolaev region in the twenties to learn and married Mama, who was the daughter of Lyshevsky, her family had severely sealing him, having evicted to the room to the room Prechistenka to the former own six-storey profitable house. This arriving dad Sergei Ivanovich, Ivan, argued everywhere, which is pure in the sense of origin, i.e. That he is from the rural poor, and under this business entered the party and took another room for the family. However, further showed that after a divorce with Mama, Dad quickly rolled up on the service staircase, changed the room to the big and moved Von, became a professor of Marxism-Leninism, PARTORG, etc., that is, or turned out to be a nugget, or was still another Origin. Mamasha once said Sergei that Ivan (she called the husband "Ivan") is not the one for whom he gave himself. There were some dark things, almost escaped to the South a white officer with a pregnant wife. The officer of this red slapped on the road, the wife was taken in traffic, where she soon gave birth. So in fact, Ivan appeared, at the patronymic of Fomich, because a squad was commanded by some foma, the later husband selected. According to legend, Thomas brought up Ivan the revolutionary hand.
And Seryozha, the son of such different parents, and grew up in his own grandfathed house, in a room of 12 meters in a communal unit for twenty-five people, where his neighbor, after the war, was a violinist from a conservative school, a resourceful Jewish boy: he equipped his bed with iron bowls with water. In them, he shoved the legs of the bed, so that the bugs would not climb to it upstairs and drowly all as one on the bowls. He willingly demonstrated his invention. The bugs in the future, as it turned out, finding a bowl with water, went to the ram, climbed on the ceiling and fell on a smart little violinist on top, from a height of four and a half meters, and then wept in the mattress. Dodia later became the star of Berlin Philharmonic, soloist and conductor, but this happened soon.
Seryozha, thus, lived under the sounds of violin due to the wall. From year to year, the sound became all better. But Seryozha never did not say a little daughter that he plays better than the fasters on the radio. Seryozha was silent with a guinee who came from the war. His mother also said little - whether by nature, whether they were taught to all of the Soviet power, in particular, in the face of Major KGB Kalinovsky, who, having fallen into the papashin the exchange room, always cleaned his boots, loyading his leg on her table with her sore Doors, and aloud pronounced only two phrases: "In our village, everyone is sleeping" and "there is no hot cheese."
Mama Serezha housing up the typist, no relatives left.
Seryozha in front of the war, thirteen years, went to the District House of Pioneers in the Circle of Drawing, where he met Titan of the Silver Age, his teacher.
For the future painting, Sergei Ivanovich collected everything and collected the material until once, in December, he did not caused Papa Sava, the director of the club.
- You will help there girls from the plastic circle, they require some scenery to their concert for the new year. We got the bosiest twenty meters. So right now I do not have my urine! - Suddenly exclaimed this temperamental fat man. - Made a good deed - Sedlai Horse! As they say. Checklists! Some amor's carpet in the other immediately! Piano Adjuster! All under the New Year! This one is dried!
- What is Vobla?
"Tatiana Wolfgangs," stuck, Savva stuck. - This, long.
"A," Sergey Ivanovich replied and went to Salchik, where they were engaged in plastic.
Already published, through the music, there was a light fusion of many legs. So light and weightless, as if it were the strings of dancing cats. Pianist played something familiar, from childhood - "a Christmas tree was born in the forest." Serge has a glanced heart. Dodik went abroad in April. Mom died half a year ago. The new year will be without them ... Mom loved to bake cake with cabbage, he got a lightweight-lightweight. Dodik adored mother's pies.
Sergey Ivanovich entered. To meet him on a half-gun red carpet, sailing on tiptoes and at the same time turning to the piano, flew with a girl raised up thin hands in white.
- Who are you to? - Suddenly seeing him and stopping, the girl said. - Do you? It is impossible!
Piano crowded skinny like chickens, girls, everything is united in white and also barefoot.
Yes. And a pond with a reflection of bushes, and a lilac lilac, and the poverty columns at sunset, and a green evening sky ...
"Be kind, leave us," in the meantime, the wonderful girl coming down. She had pale cheeks and slightly disheveled curly head. Bosy legs of the perfect form stand out on a dark red carpet, shining like marble casts. She stood in front of him, towering, as if the goddess.
"Savva Ilyich," after a pause, Sergei Ivanovich said.
- This is the Directorate, the second floor.
- Sava scenery, "said Sergey Ivanovich with difficulty.
- What is Sava scenery?
- ordered.
She looked at the pianist. A young man with a cap of curly hair (poured diving) waved his hand.
- Well, we said Sawve that you need a customer, carpet and artist. So who are you?
"It," said Seryozha.
"Ah," he exhaled, suddenly unknown why he wanted, the girl. - Are you scenery?
Seryozha nodded.
He was told to remove boots. From the war, Sergey Ivanovich walked only in boots. It's good that socks were whole and clean.
He was explained what you need.
He was shown twenty meters of soldier bosius, stitched in size scenes.
All night he grumbled on his topchain.
Then the director of Savva was forced to write out Sergey Ivanovich paint. In the warehouse was yellow, rough-green and bright blue, in which they usually painted the kitchen, Belil was added. That bleak was just not.
Sergey Ivanovich bought the missing.
Five nights, right up to Saturday, Sergey Ivanovich Male scenery.
Night she dried.
By morning he hung it and did not go anywhere - all the same today there should be a concert classes and in the evening.
She came at three in the afternoon. The door opened, and together with the clock hours on the Spasskaya Tower (so it seemed to him, and in fact it was his heart) appeared a thin silhouette, a pale face. Gray eyes suddenly broke out:
- God! What a miracle! Manor! Pond! Lilac!
She shot mittens, a coat, and herself looked at the scenery of Serezhe, unable to tear their small shining eyes from her. She was similar now to some of the portraits of Turner - a gentle oblong face, a nose with a small hubble, a foggy look ...
"I will write you," he said that he uttered the same words that each artist, who need to take for ordinary girl.
She answered him happily.
In the evening he led his brood to the concert - a dozen children with folders. Having found Tatiana behind the scenes, he explained her clogging that his students need to draw live nature in motion. Then he went down to the hall, to the mothers and grandmothers speakers, and sat in the first row, holding a cherished album on her knees. Sergey Ivanovich literally followed his eyes for the dancing Tatyana Wolfgang. He ran his eyes like ping pong balls, there and here: in the album - on stage. Drew almost all paper.
At home, at night, Sergey Ivanovich finally pulled the canvas on the subframe and began writing a portrait of Tatiana Wolfgang.
By the way, after the concert, he waited for Tatiana and spent before her entrance. They both were silent all the way. At the door, Sergey Ivanovich took her to the math and pressed this mittens to his breast with both hands.
In the new year, the case was already done, Sergey Ivanovich sat at his beloved in a small room and Kurguzo talked with her grandmother faith Antonovna. Suddenly it turned out that this grandmother knew his grandmother's family, there were even some (in the fifth knee) common relatives of the Sintsiv, nothing good, by the way.
"Moscow is such a small city," said the outlit grandmother satisfaction, sitting in bed. - We had a manufactory and steamboats, Ephto at the grandfather's relatives in Lower, and grandma Tver estate, Tavrichesky lands. Dacha in the Crimea burned down. The grandfather was a comrade Minister, a lawyer ... And you had a governor-general from the Praded ... Kiev, it seems ... You hid, of course, but we knew! And with your grandmother's side of her grandmother from the city of Nassau some small baroness ... Yes, half the Germans in your family, Goredely said Grandma. - But we did not condemn you. I taught German myself.
Unexpectedly, Sergey Ivanovich uttered some phrase in this language, which suddenly surfaced in his memory. May forty-fifth year, Potsdam. Sergey Ivanovich just turned on the eve of nineteen years ...
From the next room, suddenly so wonderfully smelled that Sergey Ivanovich got sick under his cheeks and a tear made.
- Again, they have a cake with a cabbage suspected! - shook her grandmother's head.
"Donner Wetter," Sergey Ivanovich responded.
"I-I," the grandmother confirmed and silent. "You know," she suddenly spoke, "we had such a funny case. My dad Dmitry Nikolaevich was somehow from his law office ... it was like now, under the New Year ... under the nineteenth, it seems. With a new fit. Pope Mitya, then died in the bottling, the kingdom of heaven ...
And Grandma told Sergey Ivanovich the whole story about the great-grandfather Duhu, but we already know her with you.
Then the grandmother told him to get a casket from the chest, opened it with a key, taken out of the bowel robe, the key was tied to a dirty white lace (obviously from under the preneous canvas shoes) to the pin, attaching from the wrong pocket.
Sergey Ivanovich was given to the old woman's old mother, who all pockets chained the pins, holy old keys hurt and reverently treated with cardboard boxes from pasta ...
Then there were two grayish dim duplicate earrings with gilded handles.
- This is you with Tanya on the apartment. I saved. Who will help her in the eft and the case except me? Cooperative build. I will soon leave the room free, Efty will live at least in the kitchen.
Sergey Ivanovich took his eyes. Earrings cost exactly three kopecks in a market day. In the school they were taught a jeweler.
Grandma said:
- I hurry, uneven hour. This is the dough with the oil paint you wash kerosene. There inside the diamonds. Understood? Only you will know this secret. Tanya immediately distribute all. Have you already made her an offer?
- Yes, yesterday.
- She confessed me. I see what happens to her. Does not sleep. So this is her dowry.
Grandmother's eyes shine. She suddenly shouted loudly:
- Dinner is served?! How can! I want champagne and devilishly I want a Vinegret!
And she invested in the hands of Sereza box with their cold legs. And shook.
P.S. I recently inscribed the books of two grandchildren Tatiana Wolfgang and Sergey Ivanovich. Grandchildren, Vava and Mitya, were worn like mad with toys: noisy French relaxed from the house ...
* From the new book of prose "Goddess Park". Printed with the permission of the Publisher "Eksmo".

Petrushevskaya Lyudmila

Lyudmila Petrushevskaya

Piece in one action

CHARACTERS

Evgenia Ivanovna - Mother Sveta.

Room, closely furnished with furniture; In any case, turning literally now, and the whole action goes around the big table.

Included light and roofing. Light in a simple white dress, with a small bouquet of flowers. Tolya in a black suit. Some time they are silent. Light removes shoes and stands in stockings, then she sits on the chair. Once she puts home slippers (at the discretion of the director), in any case, it matters the process of putting on with light household slippers.

Tolya. And where is your mother?

Sveta. She went to visit.

Tolya. Well ...

Sveta. I went, or rather. To relatives, in Podolsk.

Tolya. Long?

Sveta. Immediately ... After our record.

Tolya. As far as I imagine, there is an hour and a half one way.

Sveta. Less. An hour fifteen with the subway.

Tolya. Gets. Back to ride it will be late. Still, Podolsk, Swam.

Sveta. She does not like to sleep anywhere.

Tolya. Well ...

Pause, during which tolens a little closer approaches the light.

Sveta. You ... will you be?

Tolya. I was well poisoned in this restaurant.

Sveta. I like it.

Tolya. I was poisoned.

Sveta. No, I liked it

Tolya. With unusual.

Sveta. No, I just liked how they feed there.

Tolya. Tobacco chicken?

Sveta. Why chicken? I ate Beefstoganov.

Tolya. You will feel at yourself tomorrow what Befstrod means. What oil they cook on, do you know?

Tolya comes to the light, and here it can move on the other side of the table to search for household slippers under the tablecloth.

Sveta. I like it.

Tolya. Tobacco chicken was only good for a dentist.

Sveta. I ate Beefstoganov.

Tolya. And chicken was suitable only for a dentist.

Sveta. In the sense?

Tolya. After him urgently need to repair your teeth.

Sveta. Do you have a bad teeth?

Tolya. I have excellent, never hurt.

Sveta. Then what do you care?

Tolya. The fact that, besides bones, there was nothing.

Sveta. I would change, asked the waitress.

Tolya. I do not like to raise high in restaurants.

Sveta. You still died around with the waitress at the beginning.

Tolya. But it is not from great love. I planted at the table with crumbs, union.

Sveta. Who sagged? You yourself sat down.

Tolya. Circle so many empty tables, and they say - wait.

Sveta. Wait would wait.

Tolya. You have a leg erased.

The phrase produces some action that can be called as if the sound of a bundled string.

Sveta. I missed everything in the world because of these shoes. Run, running for them almost all this month, as a result I took less and only the day before yesterday.

Tolya. Is it when I called you?

Sveta. On this day.

Tolya. It was hard to get?

Sveta. Yes, there was no white anywhere. Summer.

Tolya. It was necessary in advance.

Sveta. So somehow.

Tolya. In the end, I would write me. Address I left you my own.

Sveta. I left you too.

Tolya. I all ran, with the sale of the house.

Sveta. I worked.

Tolya. There we have, in my former city, you can unexpectedly get something. On the bridge on Saturdays from the hands are sold.

Sveta. I do not like from the hands, from the dead can be.

Tolya is still worth it.

Tolya. Actually, it is necessary to wash the restaurant after this visit. Somewhere here was my suitcase, there is a towel.

Sveta. Yes, we take our bathroom, the red hangs.

Tolya. First, if this happens, a nonhygienically common towel.

Sveta. I have something else to you, too red.

Tolya. How will we distinguish?

Sveta. I'm a bunny with you.

Tolya. What for? In fact, I have a whole dowry. There are no sheets, duvet covers even.

Sveta. Are you going to sleep?

Tolya. Life will tell.

Sveta. I'm with my mother's lyg, and you are staring at yourself. Then your dowry will not disappear.

Tolya. My sorrowful work will disappear. I washed and stroked all my free time. Bought, washing and stroking.

Sveta. Himself?

Tolya. I'm alone as you know. In my hometown, too, was alone, although mom at one time did not agree to marry me on one local girl. She said that she had parents to the third knee, she was known and all thieves. So I'm all erased myself and Iron until now.

Sveta. You in Nakhimovsky taught the waltz to dance and wash.

Tolya. You didn't go with me to the waltz.

Sveta. I won my leg, you could invite Kuznetsov.

Tolya. She has her husband for this - and sat.

Sveta. He would not be offended if you were invited to Kuznetsov.

Tolya. Yes, he would not be offended.

Sveta. The main thing, two things were taught in Nakhimovsky: to dance and wash the sheets. One other complements the ideal of a real man.

Tolya. Why? We were in Nakhimovsky on all ready, she did not have to wash the sheets. This is generally not the case. I do not know how. Even when I am on a drilling work in the steppes of Kazakhstan, and then our cook was erased. And in Sverdlovsk, I lived at the apartment at the apartment, by agreement, again with its sheets.

Sveta. You told it all.

Tolya. I'm talking about sheets for the first time. The first time in the life of the sheet was washed when I was going to you. Bought, wrapped in a powder and sad. You won't sleep at once - after how many hands passed: seamstress-motorists, not to mention weaver, then OTV, then warehouse, then sellers, buyers.

Sveta. Well done. I keep hygiene.

Tolya. Yes, I'm a neat guy, squeamish.

Sveta. Whether you are for our towels?

Tolya. I? Not. What for.

Sveta. Why did you bring yours?

Tolya. Well, since ... because I know. You don't really fuck you.

Sveta. Not thick, but I always do a gift for the new year to myself: you buy two new shifts, and we sleep clean.

Tolya. First thing. We will do that, too, will give you. In our family.

Sveta. Where do you see - in our family? Maybe nothing will be.

Tolya. Let's see - see. (Suitable for light and unexpectedly put her hand on her chest

Lights (sticking out). Get away.

Tolya. Well what are you? What are you? What are you afraid of? Nothing will be.

Sveta. Where are you, in the port are you? Sailor of them wanderings. (She disassembles laughter.)

Tolya. Well, why are you? You are my wife.

Sveta. In fact, no, and do not think.

Tolya. This is the case of a trifle.

Sveta. And you will pester, you will go to yourself

Tolya. Where to? Where will I go?

Sveta. And where do you know. (Still laughing) to his mother.

Tolya. She lives at my sister. There is no place there.

Sveta. Then to myself in Sverdlovsk. To the hostess.

Tolya. I was already prescribed from there. Everything! From everywhere I was discharged, the home of the mother in his hometown sold. I am nowhere! That's it stands here, at your desk, while your mother has.