-Oh you and кацапы, Oh and moskali. Усю life you ненавидив, — Bohdan said, seemingly with the joke, but at the same time, and seriously so, it is unclear how to treat his speech to complain or take with humor. — Скильки you know скильки in this Russia верчусь, driv truncated вэмя you дывлюсь!
Why?! "Exclaimed Nikolai Dmitrievich.
-You have three qualities are developed, кацапов: lazy, брехливые and brazen, — here is truncated, scho about your nation true.
"But-but-but! You feel better — навалять can! — Then Jumped Кудлов.
-I ne afraid! "Replied Bogdan. — You around, scho and panties.
This argument, apparently, objections none had, and Bogdan continued:
-I тильки compatriot wanted to treat, and you налэтели. Listen yaki Boers!
-Yeah, it doesn't countryman you! "Replied Nikolai Dmitrievich. He also кацап, the most natural, or, even worse, a Jew.
I didn't have time, and found nothing to respond алчному наглецу, but Bogdan immediately retorted his statement:
-And me and the countryman, who at least трошки slightly, having lived in Ukraine. It's you, кацапы, exactly what Ivana, 't remember a kinship! And we, Ukrainians, so consider: who in Ukraine побував, one of the осьмушку crest, and who lived there, and half-a whole.
In this case, I too crest half! "Replied Nikolai Mikhailovich. — Five years I lived in Dnepropetrovsk.
-And what he doesn are you there робыв? Surprised Bogdan.
-What he doesn робыв, what he doesn робыв, he moved to the Ukrainian accent Nikolai Mikhailovich. — Ховався there, what he doesn axis.
-Well, then for shidai next, agreed Bogdan.
And I Ukraine бувал — with indignation on коверканном Ukrainian asked, with a touch on his shoulder, Bohdan D..
-Ah, okay. Сидайте truncated! Waved his hand Bogdan. — Scho then unhide будэте, yaki Ukrainians жадобы.
Кудлов, briskly rubbing hands, пододвтнулся closer to the table. Bogdan grabbed me around the neck and pulled her to himself:
-Here is this boy in Sumy учився, my beloved зэмле, my ридном Myst. So that he is native зэмляк to mene. Hi, closer усих and сидае.
-You have many буиылок? — Busily asked Nikolai Dmitrievich.
-DWI.
-Little shook his head Dmitrievich. — Well, for friendship Khokhlov and Russian. Time went so booze, it is still a couple of bottles reset, support of crest.
He reached into the inside pocket of his bruising of his jacket, took the money:
-Well, namesake, let's take shape, " he put his hand to Nikolai Mikhailovich, and he unbuttoned his shares. Then Dmitrievich turned to Кудлову. — Simon, come on and you.
I also gave his share, and Dmitrievich went in search of alcohol. Кудлов and mykhailych went to the vestibule to smoke, and we with Bogdan remained in a compartment together.
-Okay, ne Wake hour to lose! He took up the bottle, he opened it, and has already gathered was to pour in glasses.
"Wait, Bogdan, — I asked. — I have something to drink don't really want to, and men offended.
-I already казав: mini to кацапов чхать, but his hand stopped halfway. — Although you too кацап. But eat well, and теби scho times кажу: you кацапов I don't like... we Yak on Ukraine: her husband home возвернувся, — truncated, жинка immediately diet buffet подае. And don't let Божэ, ne done! And you, кацапов?! Чоловик home воротывся: "Wife, eat Cho?" And жинка of постэли лэжить, peep of cards, "Go, сготовь, and feed me". You have my word on Ukraine for the same рэчи жинку would already be submitted шмякнулы, and you eat with hands coming down. So Yak воспыталы. My mother of five годын with wound ached, осемьдэсят cows milked, аписля us харчовала, тяпку take in the garden, — here CE I разумэю: a hostess жинка. And none of St. Nicholas TSE her робыть ne заставляв. And you кацапка москальска scho? Ugh — усих would перевешав. Home сыдят, дэлать несого not хосут, the friend about the friend gossip собирають, Yes scho whore on a harlot. Hi менэ who говорыть станэ scho CE ne so, I цему человику the throat уцеплюсь... Now you менэ цего ne скажеж?
I shook my head:
-I will not say.
-Правыльно, ne say. Yak already be submitted to: speak of the truth. Ne inventing, — ne think. I have juveniles of Сыбирэ служивсрочну, затим прапором becoming. Of the military town усякого дыва and насмотрився. Khokhlov there was a little, — Wuxi on Украйну of the rocky подавалысь. Oh, qi кацапы. Oh and насмотревся I. Oh, qi кацапы... And my жинка, I already be submitted married PDR, бачит still del and кажэт mini: "other чуловики Yak цуловики, жинкам кофэ of постиль подають, готовять, убирають. And you are?" "As for me, I кажу her, " khokhol, and to Cola you're with me жывэш, Boudet Yak we, украинцив повэдэно, YaKU симьи трэба conversation. And ne хотиш so life — go, шукай another чоловика. Bags are Packed".
Back Кудлов, Nikolay Mikhaylovich and Dmitrievich with two bottles of vodka.
-In! — He showed. — Ambassadorial!
-Well, сидайтэ, хлопци, сидайтэ invited Bogdan, cutting slices of pink fat.
In the evening, when everything was drunk, we took Nikolai Mikhailovich. Bogdan escort went. Nikolai Dmitrievich and Кудлов carried his bags and returned to the coupe, promising to come out on the platform, when will Irkutsk.
We Nikolai remained in the vestibule. He stared at me, then said:
I just recently was the same as you're a kid, when I had to get away from Irkutsk.
-Scoot?
-Yes, to flee. And brought me to Ukraine: I'm not lying, that lived in Dnepropetrovsk. What brought it? because the times were such that the Communists restraints that people kept out of the hands released, and suffered Russia over bumps. May be, and properly incurred may be brought even somewhere, if the Communists did not realized.
I in those days, studied at the University of Irkutsk. Well, I have so many crazy thoughts in my head was that the rest of them there was neither day nor night. First, the most shocking for me was that the Communists did not incur any criminal responsibility for the genocide, which staged over his people from the seventeenth year. To judge them it was tougher than judged German war criminals from the Second World war. After the collapse of communism was to take place in the process of pohlesche Nuremberg, and everything was quiet, like clockwork. Nobody knew the time, as Communist wolves перерядились in democratic sheep, took again all posts in the state and the government. In all the structures of the political pyramid, became биржевиками and capitalists, and the Russian people, as was оболваненный and beggar, and has remained so. Its position is even worse it became. Secondly, the Communists and черномазым hands unleashed. They in markets such mad rates ломить of steel that is not подступись. And the shops empty, ball покати.
So I decided to create "the Iron Legion, to hang former Communists and smash shit an no Shine on the market. Yes, I came to the conclusion that communism, whose roots in Russia have strengthened well and promised to give new sprouts, despite the fact that the top, it would seem посрубали, you can fight only fascism. Not so, of course, that was Hitler. He relied on smaller businesses and behind him were big Industrialists and financiers, bet on fear of German shopkeepers and owners of small shops and enterprises before mass destruction and поманившие their candy enslavement of other Nations and, first of all, survival and annihilation of Jews in Germany. Behind my back, not standing so strong backers, and the problem I had much more modest, although the principles and methods remain the same as that of the German Nazis: creation of the Legion of the assault troops.
I felt the connection with Irkutsk fascists. These were the most ordinary hooligans, кичащиеся leather jackets and a swastika. More of them there was nothing in my head wind blowing. But I was lucky, I put the idea in their heads against whom it is necessary to direct their energies of vengeance and took over the leadership of the formed paramilitary units in the ranks of which will soon there were several thousand. It was already a force able to declare itself for the whole country.
As the official judicial authorities have not paid tribute to any of the former Communists, it was doubtful that they could do that and in our submission. Therefore, we have relied on its own strength and responsibility. We have already made several executions of Communists, and some of them managed to make even publicly. The mechanism was simple and worked well. First sentenced on behalf of the Russian people, our court похищался battle groups, and then the sentence was carried into execution.
I still remember one of the last executions. Our guys seized truck, forced the driver to follow the agreed place. There in two hours on the body was equipped with a scaffold with the scaffold, which, so as not to attract attention, had to go up a hydraulic lift in the time when the car is already in the established for the penalty spot.
In the same way, the storm troopers seized "Икарусом", planted in him коммуняку and was taken to the marketplace. It was Sunday, and the people there was enough to collect the grateful audience, especially for half an hour before the agreed time our agents spent propaganda among the crowd, and they were waiting for our arrival with curiosity and impatience.
The operation was carried out clearly and took almost perfectly. At ten o'clock in our column of cars with эшафотом and "Icarus" came to the square. Заждавшийся spectacle people immediately surrounded our escort. Militants poured out, quickly forming machines armed caret. Hangman rose. I climbed up on the scaffold and announced the verdict on behalf of the people of the former high-ranking Communist genocide over his people. The crowd cheered, rejoiced and засвистела. Коммуняку brought out of the bus, thrown off the bag from his head, and after a couple of minutes later he was strung up with a sign "Tormentor of the Russian people".
The police arrived in time of ten minutes, and we have already managed to speak. Authorities had already heard about our "trick" and immediately opened fire. Наод ran helter-skelter, and we took to their heels. A couple of people in a hurry knocked down, but then two hours, and traveled to the city with the scaffold, as long as we are in the turnover on one of the streets was not taken. There our many were killed. Later I had to leave the Irkutsk...
Nikolai Mikhailovich was silent.
"And then what?
"Then? Then Ukraine. It is better than rot somewhere in the mines! Now go back to.
-Why?
-Not all celebrated. I think a fresh start.
The train stopped at the Irkutsk station.
-Well. Where mourners? "Exclaimed Nikolai Mikhailovich, but no one is waiting, opened the door to the stairway and down.
-Come on, help you."
-Yes, well...
I handed him the bag. The car went out, yawning, Light yellow flag.
-Well, finally, the young girl asked her apron Nikolai Mikhailovich, -and we thought that not wait.
-And what is it you, comrades passengers, open manually input the door of the car? "She said.
-Not friends, and of the Lord, is in the first place. And secondly, ass we must quickly move on, you're not walking, but at work, pretty darling girl, and, third, and because the same, shut your mouth, until I said something worse.
-Oh-охох! — Only and could speak of the Light, but trailed off.
"That's better, approvingly nodded Nikolai Mikhailovich and turned to me. — Well, say Hello to all of these хмырям, especially, kind of sidekick to her, Khokhlov Bogdan.
The train started moving, the Light and shut the door and leave, collided in the doorway with Bones and Igor holding were also things.
-And where you gathered? 'She returned. — Irkutsk already passed.
-And we are a little further, Goncharovo.
-In Goncharovo train does not stop.
-And in the Big lug?.
I can't recall.
-Well, okay, where to stop there and get it.
-Only the doors do not open.
-Of course, only you tickets for us return.
-Bed and handed them over?
-Yes, it is at your booth is.
Light departed. Kostya with Igor lit up.
-And where you lost the third? I inquired.
-Valerie? And he further to go, " said Igor. — Now, I look at you why you're so young in the army moved? A beautiful, healthy out guy's been mistreating. That you're in the army forgot?
I shrugged, not knowing what to say.
-The army, brother, she's slightly differs from prison. Most significantly, perhaps, the difference is that the prison guards separated from prisoners doors with bars and in the army they were planted together with them, even instead of the thorn all honest word is fenced. Of course, the punishment of any words, like a guardhouse, but there always are no places, and who are afraid of her. And in дисбат the area who rarely send.
"Yeah, " conversing Kostya. — Officers and the ensigns happens to be, nor for that kill. I remember, in ninety-two served in Kyakhta. Soldier left the постапрямо with a gun. To meet him, the officer was caught, reviewer, asks: "where are You going, soldier?" — All this in broad daylight occurs. As a soldier he was immediately put in place, then the commander of the guard, which ran from караулки, and eight people have to guard put dead and gone. Catch him steel, he himself with Irkutsk was then decided that he through the border, Mongolia moved, and only three months later they found him in the forest, near the part of: shot himself. That's how things are in the army.
-Well, I have something worse cases seen before, " said Igor.
-Okay, I'll go, " I'm tired of listening to them. — Sorry. Yet.
"Good-bye, bye.
The coupe was standing friendly snoring. Кудлов, Nikolai Dmitrievich, Bogdan — all were fast asleep. I sat down on the empty, Nikolai Mikhailovich, a shelf and felt dead tired and want to sleep, fell on the side.
The next night we Anton scrambled out in Chita. Despite the coolness of the night, sitting on the benches were sitting or lying ragged people. In the one-story building of the station, absurd dim and gloomy, was thick people. People waited in line for a glass of tea on-забайкальски, as it was called, representing himself milk tea without sugar, and stale bread rolls. Swarms of flies buzzed on the tables, windowsills, walls, boldly climbed into the eyes and crawled over the cooked chicken and fish on the counter kiosks. People't paying absolutely no attention, not scolding sellers because they spoil products.
-Say, how come there are so many flies? Asked Anton, and then, just as I wiped them with the skin of the neck, face and hands, which they provoked touch their sticky, unpleasant щекочущих feet.
I don't know.
-My father said he had also served in Transbaikalia, in Transbaikalia everywhere, from Ulan-Ude and ending Манчжуркой, very many flies. But to make it so much! I would never have thought of that. As if there is not railway station and the scrapyard. throw them out here, or what?
