Nobody now approaching its granite, поколотым enterprising ноными prospectors on raw materials for artisanal crafts стуменям, ведщим to the front, column input, and only crows, brazen and arrogant, feel great, and shuffled on грниту pieces обвалившейся plaster, like gray, припорошившей once полироввнные, glittering, as parquet, plates. Here the talk has long nobody cleaned and no one went, besides these birds, чувствовавших themselves on the ruins of a building full owners.
Dreary appearance зданния, its abandonment and loneliness овергли me in utter anguish and grief. Looking at him, standing before him in silent conversation, I like to be seeing die like this whole town is dying because of it already the best frequently of all that are in him that is left in it architecture, already умерлапочти and, apparently, would soon die out completely. That say about the rest, less valuable and generally tasteless, even осталосьв it. Maybe I not understood in the processes of his life, but somehow I felt that this city is doomed to a quick death, time is not his own. And the heart was very sad.
When I have dirty this is the mood, the горове themselves are born all sorts of poetic fragments. And, standing before the senile face of the house, who could life of young, if wanted people every day reasonable past, I heard in my poems:
Dreary appearance has your facade.
That's been here? The sanctuary of science?
But dilapidated your stone outfit,
For you've never touched hands.
The creators of your disappeared all for a long time,
And in the human memory could not resist.
And time is merciless it —
You circling, only mirages were.
Clad mournful sorrow
You silently stand униженье,
Knowest not that thou art neither age nor day,
Both scared and malleable forgetting...
Verse my inspiration suddenly broke up, and I almost jumped, because suddenly, in one of the doors of the main entrance clicked the castle, she was re, dimly flashed their blind, dusty Windows, and it seemed like bringing sordid, a gray-haired old man. He went out, locked the door, threw on Myung strict, angry look and walked away down the street, towards the square with shady alleys and idle зеваками on the benches he looked like he lay in the dust and oblivion for many years, and so now we decided to show the light of God.
His appearance unexpected and sudden, has caused me to not only surprise, but some mystical, supernatural horror, such that, despite n that the streets were full of people, wanted to run away, headlong, and scream it out there. Scarecrow that except me the old man have none of гулявших nearby people and did not notice, and even if noticed, it does not пореагировл. Maybe other conscious of this old man and used to his strange appearance, but DL me, who considered the house empty and deserted, his appearance was like if мертве arose from the grave.
I he did not run and even rubbed his eyes in amazement. But стариок all went down the street and never gone. Recovering himself, I thought at first that maybe this is my friend, but then saw his receding фигуруполучше remembered his face and realized that it was not he. It was a totally different man, whom I had never seen. His old suit hanging on the dried years and old age the body, like a sweatshirt, and shoes on his feet, still worn, probably, in the days of his youth on the танцульках, increased the size of two and вихляли on their feet, as they wanted. Yes, this old man was not quite the same figure: he was площе and above my friend, besides худосочнее.
"Hey, old man, wait, ' I called him after him, but the old man kept going forward as though he had not heard his name.
I rushed after him. And when caught up with him, he dreams did not pay any attention to me and still went ahead, deep in his thoughts.
-Sorry, can you спрсосить? — ссновва I asked him.
The old man's face remained impassive. He kept going, as if deaf and blind, not seeing me completely. Maybe pretending not to notice.
May I ask?
I got him to the square, trying to attract his attention, and here the old man sharply and suddenly turned to me, looking me in the depths of the soul small, boring, faded with age eyes, and quietly but clearly and distinctly uttered in a tone which did not admit of a reply:
-Get lost!
I stopped short, and he turned and walked on, leaving the square on the other side. When he disappeared from sight, then I automatically moved behind him, already ниего not wanting to, and just wandered forward, bewildered and dejected by what he saw and what happened.
Here, amidst the square and was born at the Maine thought slightly unwind from everything and pay a visit to her friend.
As I said, in College I came back refreshed mentally and изически. Постельи woman make miracles with a male organism. But the next evening was оотравлен unclear thoughts on the event, from which I could never get rid of.
To the girl I too came in нелучшем mood. At first she laughed at my gloom upon her, trying to растрясти me, stir, making unambiguous hints, but apathy my азвеялась, and it is put on , as it seemed to me, fun, only exacerbated the inner loneliness that at times I felt such pain as if in my сердцесидел to the hilt long Finnish knife.
She finally behind me and, with her legs hurt his lips, most of the evening watching with me TV, drinking coffee and plied me improvised пиржными that I ate, not giving up, but with complete indifference. Coffee too she was not like япил once, not so long ago, in a hut, and a surrogate, the truth, "with additives, maximally approximating to a natural taste, but still not natural, not what treated the old man.
Already Poti under the horse evening, when I was already thinking about leaving, and my friend was ready to raise a howl hurt, but still had the power to restrain tears, as if I have recovered from shock, he looked around him, наиная think where I am and what actually came here for. Feelings, but I woke up men's consciences before deprived woman, and I pretended caresses laid her in bed, trying to make amends for the offense just enough to not deliver pleasure to ourselves, nor to her.
She was extremely разоарована my behavior, but still tried to enter in my position.
-Why are you so don't want to share your opinion with me. Maybe I could help you in your sorrow, then any clue. And so you keep your thoughts to yourself, suffer and destroy your soul.
Not to stay in debt, I again ran to her постелль, but this time not in earnest раскочегарился" and unrolled it to the fullest, and then, returning to school, walked for a long time and thought what I could to share with it. As all my thoughts immediately усколльзали from me, when I wanted them to share something, tell about them, and I подмалось, not наинается I have one of the varieties of sluggish schizophrenia, such a quiet insanity, but saving the idea that, if I was a schizophrenic, you never asked yourself such questions, reassured me.
As I said, when I saw Охромова, he was badly beaten. I had to agree with him about our trip has to repeat itself: the guy must have really would be at serious risk.
That night I awoke to the fact that someone strongly pushed me in the side under rib.
It was Охромов. I hardly woke up and he could not understand what he wants from me. He couldn't even Wake me until доддумался to wipe my face and body cold, wet towel, and brought me into the feeling.
-Get up, get up, — I heard, finally, through полудрему his voice.
-Do you go to? "said I, glancing at the clock. -Where are you dragging me? Already three Asa night. In our disposal from power five hours, and, besides, I desperately want to sleep.
In time, " replied Охромов, you move quickly, and succeed. This work we have to do, for my sake. And the sooner the better. Let's get up, Wake up!
-Well, look! — пригррозил I told him angrily, " I never go again.
Stand was incredibly difficult, as had happened many years of habit to Wake up in the dress ссреди night. I made a mistake at the time was only a leash двааса, and we came out of the barracks in the afternoon of the third night, illuminated by the bright moon hanging in the cloudless sky. The air was still warm, even душноватым, however dry and genuine, as apparently it is at all possible in the city. Stuffiness warm nights exacerbated the lack of wind.
We crossed school, glancing from осторрожности around, and jumping the fence оказалис beyond. I involuntarily smiled, remembering, as before, in the same way, we went with гришкой love raids, and then took a deep breath, because this time it took forever.
-Well, and then further? I asked Охромова, when we were in the street.
-Further? I needed a wheelbarrow to catch.
"Listen, you said that the us will come, " I said.
-Yes, said, " agreed Охромов, -well, have you forgotten? This is the last time came, and now, they said we have to spin themselves, because they are not going each time to drive out to the car, as boys, you know? They are not going each time торать under the fence of the school and can we expect, we will leave or not. so, today we have to go by.
-Yes you gone nuts? Where will you find a taxi at two in the morning? Yes even on the outskirts of the city!
-Nothing was stunned offended Охромов, -but to do that the same should be as you think. And if you don't care, I, unfortunately, no. I hope that today we will succeed.
Охромов turned away and щакурил cigarette, and I could do nothing but as придаться thinking about where can add is not easy, ессли time does not stop.
When Охромов finished Smoking, I asked him:
-Listen, and they know that we are dealing today, today, not tomorrow?
-Very simply: I will call them.
-Hi! And you cannot call them now and say, we are ready. Let them come.
-They are unlikely to come. Too much we fell in their eyes.
Well, you know that! This is already a natural rudeness and пижонтво, I ситаю. If they are a people business, the need for us to call. What, do they not understand who contacted? We cadets and cannot распоряжатся their time on their own. And if they were so to defying, then let they, and you along with them, the three merry letters! Get it?! I think this is pure mockery of us. You go, do what they have to say, apparently, not very tidy and a good thing — what good work is done at night? — Yes, PI is разъезжай expense on the wheelbarrow, when it is not known yet, will pay us anything or send there, where I now sent. Painfully they brazen and suspicious guys, your local roots. I already told you: they don't like me, and the whole thing too. You, as you know, and I'll probably be back in school.
After these words I turned around and unexpectedly for my friend, and DLI himself went along the fence, intending to get back to the barracks. Only when I was already meters тридать, Охромов caught up to me and began to persuade, to I stayed with him. In the end he has in some time удалоссь to do it, and I decided to come back.
And then there's the happiness from the airport on трасссе went by taxi. The driver was not afraid to stay and pick up the night, two guys in sports clothes, that in our time was a rarity, and we got five minutes to the city centre.
Grisha brought me to the street where I was this afternoon, that ввргло me in the dim anxiety. A vague be stirred doubts in the back of my mind.
Some vague and nebulous but an uneasy presentiment gripped my soul. Anxiety intensified especially when we approached the front of the building, standing before that day, I wrote a poem and I saw coming out of him strange old man. In my head though enlightenment happened. I was immediately apparent that the kind of building that it is in and that we Grisha will have to do. Don't know how it happened, or intuition обостриоась to the highest degree, or insight of what is sent Myung a higher power, but I understood. Thoughts лихорадоно earned, succeeded each other.
-Listen, and you know, that we here have to do? I asked, Grisha, he is all knowing.
"I know, " replied the boy, " I told everything, otherwise, how would we went on the case, do you think?
I didn't answer, and Охромов drew from his bosom a little piece of paper and tried there was something to read and the ghostly light of the moon.
Here the scheme of movement inside one, before totорым we stand now. We will have to pass precisely on it. so, where do we come for a book Depository, as explained to me, abandoned archive. With this store we will have to make documents, or I don't know what happened, but the rooms уазаны, with no shelves to take. And after we put them on the street, I go and call them to come pick up the goods and расплачиватся. My friends will come, and we here will pay off, and they стоону, and we are his. Don't worry, everything will be отлино!
-Well, as we now go into the building? — I asked.
-Open the door — отвтетил Grisha. Is the key.
He took from his pocket a bundle of handkerchief, turned him around and покзал me not the key, not the lock pick. I wanted to pick her up and consider, but Grisha immediately shoved a bundle back into his pocket, though not trusting me and the fear of some actions on my side in relation to this instrument. Maybe he's scared that I will take and throw the key, швырну it somewhere in the darkness to be found later, and thus will pluck all ideas of Grisha and his buddies.
I must say that by this time in my mind is ripe already some plan. Although I am not ситал himself a gifted strategist, and a thinker, however, to think no one is prohibited. Here's something I invented. And in vain Grishka hidden his key back in his pocket, I would not выбрасыват, because now and in my best interest of penetration into the building and find out what is so interested in Гришкины friends, thugs and criminals, burn their lives in a card game with life itself.
This plan was born, from what I clear suddenly it became clear that the "dealers" not only did not pay money for something that we will do, but try to deal with us here or wherever it was in another place. Now, with our help, they try to take possession of, apparently, some ценныи securities, but after we добудеи them, we will not immediately needed. Why else is it possible to communicate with the cadets, which, if they look hard, you will not find even because there they have no friends, nor people who would be good to know them in person, and if there is, it is very little, and find their DL police is practically impossible, because usually seek to family ties, tied to the place of residence. And ккакое the students of the place of residence? School?
Do they fear for some reason climb into the building. Do they afraid of that old man, which I saw today? Hardly. Means something else. And because they are well aware of the врутреннем device building scheme вычертили and even sure shelves where to get needed. Something here is not, but one thing is clear, then got into this mess because настырного friend, I found myself in a position where we have to balance on the edge of a precipice, from which it is impossible to leave, but falling in which does not want to.
