-Third of танее the amount.
-Yes, I even don't know how long shall this be in the money! You didn't speak to me!
Охромов called me the amount of remuneration, which he promised. For one it would be very good money, but for two, and even minus a third...
-We do not have enough even to repay our debts, and not something that, as you said, still walk! — I protested.
-Be not afraid, more than enough, even if they оттяпают we have the third part of our money. By the way, Grisha had one last deep puff and threw goby flowers, — they are warned that if we do not come to this meeting or pass them this time "junk" for any reason, they rest суммуурежут by one-third.
-Well, this certainly rudeness! "I said.
-Us nothing. Do nothing more. Or we continue our game with them, or we stop all relations with them and remain without money. Without money at all!.. And with enormous debts. So, how?
I was silent, quite consonant with what a friend said.
-By the way, " he began again — you made what he promised?
-Yes.
"Well, where is it?
Is — in a safe place.
"You хоошо looked? Will not fail? Look, here we are not in a cat-and-mouse play! If something suspect, we шлепнут. It is such people. As you think amiss?
I don't know... Better would it be if we all did it in the dark.
-What have they done? 't understand Охромов.
-Handed over the paper. If transfer in the darkness, most likely, amiss, and if there be light...
-Okay, let's see what you've done.
We went Охромовым the rough staircase library the door to happiness, as usual, was unlocked, and he meticulously examined my creation, carefully felt folded stack, though confiding, whether they are dense, almost sniffed them and then issued its resolution:
"You'll do. In any case, if they suspect, say that we knew not what we take, maybe they were mistaken in their records, and, can be, and we may be at the place already and not the lies that they had thought. Anyway, you can always blame the case that they gave me a piece of paper with some scribblings, they say, motorcoach to explain, but nothing N. explained. We could make a mess of everything. Am I right?
I nodded in agreement with him head.
And in fact, I think that for the paper at all ниыего is impossible to find, not that night and in broad daylight.
Охромов stood there, thought, and then he added:
And in fact, I find this strange. And why they give me some kind of incomprehensible scheme, more like scribbles? Do they really seriously think that we could find something? Yes this must be a real genius of seven spans in a forehead to understand it. Yes there is the devil himself leg break! And why they are strange paper that three hundred years dusty, lay, until they remembered not the stupid?
-Paper are sometimes more expensive than gold, and furthermore any money I replied friend.
-Yes, perhaps, you're right. That are more valuable, so it is. Not only are these — answer me Охромов, pointing to several of the TRC found at our feet.
Leaving the back door of the building we went out on the street. The sky was already dark, but not so much that it seemed првые stars. On the Eastern edge of him encroaching already inky darkness, through a transparent crystal which were soon to happen after the first heaven fireflies, and on the Western slope still glowed белсоватая blue, becoming darker and darker to the Zenith.
Охромов he touched me on the shoulder:
"I must be going already. Good-bye. Tomorrow, I probably already been discharged from hospital...
-Wait, — I said, — but did you even discharged?
-No.
-Well, then you today поствпил very reckless. You all saw almost half of the battery. Someone стуканет? What then?
-In half! We Tatars only would the gift, the rest poebat, " replied Greg, and I agreed with him that lose, then, indeed, nothing to issue remained a matter of days, and no one will change nothing can, even if very wants. Yes and wants you? Who wants to fiddle before release with some Охромовым, wasting time and nerves? The calculation was Frank and simple, albeit cynical, in fact.
-When we have the next exam? "he asked.
On Thursday,the say, " I told him, пытас understand the tone of his voice, why he suddenly lost a good mood.
-Well, OK then: just no exam't skip it. There is a silver lining, whatever you say!
"What is it? I asked, not understanding his last phrase, but feeling that in it the key to his bad mood.
Охромов looked at me in a particularly sad and sigh, and said, shaking his head:
-We talk about everything... Well, goodbye, the peasants to our greetings. Tell me who will be interested in what's going to be, though — he waved a hand — is unlikely.
After a minute, his figure had melted into the night. I returned to the barracks. We agreed with him that I'll get everything ready, get on a sports town and hide there obstacle in the underground gallery. Tomorrow night we taxi will take it to the appointed place, where tonight Охромов agree meet with their "buddies". There we will make this risky deal.
During our conversation, shortly before a final goodbye, he confessed frankly:
"You know I think about what we wanted, so I scared.
-Me too, — I said.
Indeed, this adventure was so passionate, that reminded me of walking the razor's edge.
Next day it was flying стремително and imperceptibly, quickly, like a bird on the wings, when I tried drawn approaching решитеьные minutes, when all will then traversed hardly, when I started to rush running hours. But still, he was drawing towards evening, the sunset.
In the evening in the battery appeared again Охромов with service of cellophane in hand, filled his things he барл in the hospital. With him again greeted, asked discharged or not, and why appeared yesterday, where then disappeared.
I stood aside from all waited while he перездоровается with everyone and finally released. Soon he came to me and greeted me, shaking hands and embracing. So after азлуки greet each other with true friends.
-Now I shall come, ' he said to me during our embrace, — shall report to the battalion commander that returned from the hospital. And be ready.
-Let.
In ten minutes he went to our room and plopped down on the bed next to me, leaned against the wall, looked around, and said not sincerely, not sarcastically, in General, — do not understand:
-Phew, well, here at home! — smile creeping across his face. Home... after a few days it didn't. Can you imagine? We never to be the cadets. Never... time passes inexorably. Just think about it, only yesterday, it seems, were freshmen. It seems like only yesterday...
"You pulled on philosophizing? — with light sarcasm and humor in his voice " I asked.
-Don't know... do you remember how we used to drive Tkachenko that troops пишел... foreman with Далнего East? Remember, it was in the course of a young soldier? And as we were leaving with you in the first winter vacation? This scream was. Remember?
-I remember, and how not to remember, — I felt suddenly sad. Remembering about the last days of his life spent in school, one after another swept suddenly on me memories, быстропроплывая in the head and replacing each other. I remembered at once so much that he didn't know what to say. Probably, if I were offered relive those four years, I wouldn't mind and will gladly moved straight in time ago. As a phonograph record, spinning, "заскакивая" on one and the same natural, until you move the hand of the needle to another place, and I wanted to relive those years, times five, maybe six. Again and again. Then, perhaps, would be boring.
-Yes, you're probably right, ' said Grigory, looking at me through narrowed her eyes and remembering apparently, some of our long conversations — cadet be well... you Know, I often think, where does носталльгия about passing.
-Well, where did?
I think it stems from two things. The first is a property of the human memory to forget everything bad in a past life faster than good. It is like a self-brain overload bad emotions. Man, actually, in the life of the poor выадает much more than good. But it quickly goes from the head, and a good, though it happens — it is much less, and is much less, but lasts longer. This makes the memories of the person warm, rich joyful colours. The past is represented in memory as through rose glass. The physical, moral and spiritual difficulties that people experiencing rather experienced in the past, leaving almost completely, and past life seems bright and cloudless. A second source of nostalgia — it's a man's fear of the unknown, concealed in the future. Past matter how bad it may be, is already a fact. Nothing will change. It has already lived. And the future — all at the mercy of the elements and стеения circumstances, and little it depends on the will of man.
-Well, that poor forgotten much faster good, I think, that with you I find it hard to agree. And in the little things — Yes. But the sun big problems, which happened to me, still clearly appear before me in memory. In addition, there are actually people are rancorous, that can remember you trouble at least ten years.
-Here you are right. People who are evil in themselves usually and vindictive and destructive by nature. But the good works memory of them short. But such people are few, and I say really about more. Here we are with you a little confused sinful with the righteous.
Man remembers evil only in relation to any particular person. But memories of his own past is also likely to be painted in a positive tone. If he is so angry that and recollections of his painted in a bad paint, then he is probably a little something even know of the past. Memory fades in and fades very quickly. Otherwise мозгпогиб from the ever experienced отрицателльных emotions. This is a very powerful and deadly load. Among evil people, probably, very many suicides.
Now, tell me, art thou a lot помишь of unpleasant events from the past?
-Yes, in fact, quite distant.
-Well, you remember?" I mean, it hurts whether you remember or not?
I thought, trying to recall some particularly unpleasant incident that happened to me ever. The first memory I came incident that happened recently.
Yes, this happened in the fourth year. And the event, then what happened was quite unpleasant.
This was in the guard. Was already late in the fall. Nearing December. On the street was the first snow, white as fresh sheet, and his cheeks already покалывал easy, but a sharp frost.
I once saw service on the long-coupled posts located on the outskirts of the town's military College, where lived our officers and teachers. There were stores and one of the technical departments of the school. Distant they were considered because they really were at a greater distance from the guardhouse, located on the territory of school, on the other, the opposite end.
On the next to my post stood Gene Musuc, a good guy. In the morning, when the Department was opened, my post removed, and the Gene must continue to serve until the evening, because guarded училищные warehouses. On the first shift, we will intercede with him at eleven o'clock, and stand we had till midnight. For four years guard duty we have already adapted themselves to the system of checks and knew how much. Usually, the guard checked more often than once per shift. Reviewer approached change and with it went to check some of the posts. And so then, when we were preparing to заступлеию to the post, the guardhouse granted Lieutenant Colonel, a teacher of one of our chairs of arms. He most recently appeared in the school, just a week and a half ago, and we haven't really успелиузнать who he is. So, with a kind, good-natured guy, and there's a devil knows.
We take their posts, and the inspection went to the fleet. There was also two posts. Usually, all reviewers were subjected to the verification of some group of posts: too much was different between them, and if someone really set out to check all the posts, it could have taken an hour and a half, not less. As time would have it I missed the lesson of the entire shift. And who needs it?
We changed his comrades and for a long time served, as expected, did not correspond with each other, they watched each his own. Usually watch on distant posts night go together somewhere in the vicinity of the border posts so that was not so boring and terrible, you could talk to pass the time, so slowly coming on duty.
It took more than an hour, and time was after midnight. Remained beauty services немноговремени up to the moment when we had to change. Don't know what kept me to this, but, when the hands crossed over twelve I went неших with Генкой posts, покричал there Mashuk, and when he appeared from the darkness, invited him to go warm up "the pipe", as we called tube boiler that was located at the entrance to our posts. She отапливала residential town уилища. Night at the boiler was one operator, some old man-pensioner, who had been watching the meter readings and the normal flow and burning of gas, on which she worked, boiler room. Sometimes the most blatant daredevil, not too shy to ask to go inside the boiler-house, well, the one who was побоязливее and позастенчивее, were content with a place on her pipe, where it also was quite cute: iron, thick trunk подпирался on a concrete pedestal-the basis of the triangular sectors-kerchiefs, forming cosy prototype supercapacitor cells, where it was warm and comfortable to sit in.
Boiler располагаласьна territory of my post, and its pipe was on врутреннем economic courtyard, the entrance to which was also from my post, but the courtyard территоией post already not считалс, although the case for the "excuse" you can say that it was unknown to me.
Gene long resisted my suggestion. As I said, he was a good guy, you can even ссказать hundred conscientious, although a little lazy to study, and why, and maybe also come in a school after the army, often, almost always неусевающий on некольким academic disciplines. He didn't want to go with Noah "the pipe", but finally I persuaded him. Apparently, worked my arguments that a reviewer on our shift was already, and have nothing to fear: nobody will come more. Gene thought so myself, but something had feared. I can not say that he was the guy from the timid, but something wouldn't let him quite a long time I succumb to my entreaties. Probably, I had a presentiment that he had, which it stopped.
By my calculations we have nothing threatened. First, part since reviewer went on posts, it has been more than Asa, and he probably already asleep long been the home. If he wants to check and our posts too, you would surely have already come. Secondly, besides наальника honor at our posts now no one else could not have: the tolerances in the guardhouse treated as calculated per one shift. Two inspectors come in a guardhouse could not. As for the commander of the guard, he og come to us only with the following primitive. So I decided that we can quietly go warm up.
