Path book 1 Igor chapter 5

"Igor! I see you're feeling better."

"Yes, Uncle Anker! Here, I'm basking in the sun. Call Azanti, please."

He goes to the door of the house, opens it and shouts inside:

"Azanti! Azanti! Come here, Igor is in the yard."

Azanti flies out of the house like a disheveled sparrow, peering at me, joy in her emotions. He runs up to the chair and throws his arms around my neck. The chair staggered from the impact and crashed down with us on the grass. Damn, we're going up now... Azanti continued hugging me, squealing happily.

"Igor! Little Igor! I was so worried, I didn't sleep half the night, I kept thinking about you! Are you okay?!"

"Well, almost! Azanti get off me, you'll crush me. Damn, help me up, please. Uncle Anker, please raise the chair!

Gina recoiled and blushed deeply.

"I'm sorry, Igor! I was very happy about it! Let me help you into the chair." Uncle Anker lifted the chair and returned to the lawn mower. Azanti helped me sit back down in my chair. You sit for a while, and I'll get some berry juice. Won't you have some juice?"

"Of course I will. Bring it on." I say with a smile.

"I'll be right there, I'll be quick!" my friend rattled on the run and disappeared into the house.

Anker fastened a plastic grass tank to the lawn mower, checked the battery charge, flipped the switch, and the lawn mower began to clatter softly with knives. Slowly pushing her in front of him, whistling and dancing, he walked across the lawn in front of the house. Walking along the decorative fence separating our plots, he stopped, turned off the mower and asked me.

"What do you think, Igor? Will I be able to make... what's his name... an English lawn?"

"Uncle Anker, you have to mow him all the time, and plant grass. Well, in 20-30 years, maybe your lawn will grow." I remembered my life in England in another incarnation. Although I usually live in Ireland. I like it there.

"Hmm... we Batarians have been living for quite a long time, so I have every chance to verify this statement!"

I tilted my head to my right shoulder and nodded slightly. Uncle Anker smiled, returned my bow, turned on the mower and, whistling, continued his interrupted occupation. Azanti slowly came out of the Natol house, carrying a round tray on which stood a pot-bellied decanter with a blood-red liquid and two tall thick-walled glass glasses. My friend slowly walked towards me. It seems to be a heavy tray. Gina carefully looked at her feet and often stopped. Deniska appeared on my doorstep, stretched himself sweetly until he crunched, looked around, saw me and smiled. What a beautiful smile my brother has, shining! In general, I noticed that the teeth of the inhabitants of Mendoir almost do not hurt. Is the food different? Yes, it seems that we all eat the same things as on Earth. My brother looked at Gina hobbling along, chuckled, shook his head, went over to her and took the tray away.

"Tell me, little one, why are you carrying such a heavy load? Just a little more, and she would have fallen or dropped the tray."

"This is the juice for Igor! I said I'd bring it, and I was carrying it, but for some reason it turned out to be so heavy. Ugh."

"Well done, Azanti! You're a real friend!" My brother said loudly.

He put the tray on the grass, poured the juice into glasses and handed it to us, drank the rest himself, straight from the decanter. I sat and savored the berry juice. Sweet and sour, reminding me of a mixture of raspberry and redcurrant, slightly astringent, leaving a pleasant light aftertaste. It is made from a "dugout", a large berry growing in the foothills, on creeping bushes that seem to spread out on the ground. It is collected every year with the help of collection robots. Juice is made from most of it, and wine is made from the rest. As our blue doc says, "This is not juice, but a straight vitamin and trace element cocktail." The local Azari called it "The Gift of the Goddess." I hear heavy breathing on the right, I see our bear, a shaggy monster, sitting, looking at me, breathing fast, tongue hanging sideways. I must have hunted small rodents again, and there's a happy face. I'm a dog, I don't feel well, unlike a cat. He lay down on the grass, put his paws under the chair, put his head on my feet, and took a deep breath. He lies there, only his eyebrows moving when he glances at me. I started stroking his forehead, scratching behind his ears, and he squeezed his eyes shut, faintly, but I could feel his joy and pleasure. Another shaggy head is thrust under his left arm, there is a slight feeling of jealousy and expectation of affection, a soft "mrrow" sound: " You haven't forgotten me, little friend?" I haven't forgotten, my cat!

Gina squeaked, "I'm just!" and flew into the house, flew back a minute later. I have an album and pencils in my hands. She sat down in the second chair, putting it in front of her. His gaze became thoughtful and detached, his emotions calm and focused. Her brother stood behind her, leaned on the back of the chair, and began to observe the process. The further he went, the more his delight was felt, because it's so great to watch a truly talented reasonable person work, and no matter what he does. How, seemingly out of nothing, or out of the most ordinary things, beauty arises. I'm sitting with my eyes closed, basking in their emotions.

The gate creaked, and I was overcome by some wild, unbridled joy, thin arms wrapped around my shoulders, and the cold tip of my nose was pressed into my neck. Resentment flashed through the feelings, and in a quiet girlish voice in Turian they said:

"Promise me! What! You! Never! You won't do it again! You will never scare me like that!"

I turn my head and meet Nasara's deep blue eyes, like Dahya's.

"I'll try not to do it again, friend." Nasara beamed, snuggled up to me and sat down next to the armchair, on the grass, leaning against the hot side of the sofa.

A five-fingered hand with claws touches my shoulder, the other one strokes the redhead, the cat calmly puts his head under the caress. He's squatting on his haunches, anxiously looking at me with his sky-blue eyes.

I hug Azat back.

And in the evening I heard a conversation between my parents. When will Grandfather come to visit us, Dayan? You know how he feels about this multi-species colony thing. Yeah, he called me a weirdo. But let him come and finally see what we have achieved in 12 twelve years.

I emerge from the depths of memory, forcing the balls one by one to dive into the box. The gate slams, loud laughter is heard from the lawn, interspersed with heavy breathing. I go to the window, Azat and Disha are lying on the grass with their arms outstretched. Deniska's skin glistens with sweat.

"13:50, Azat! We have improved our time!"

"Oh, yes! I thought at the end that I would just fall and die!"

"Look, Igor is looking at us!"

"We see you, Snake!"

I look at the vacationing brothers, and an amazing meeting that took place last June comes back to my mind.

Should I get them some juice? I go down to the kitchen and go to the fridge.