Path part 1-6

"Daddy, don't cry." I whispered. "I'm fine."

He pressed his lips to my cheek and whispered.

"Thank you, little sun." He carried me into the room and laid me on the bed, and Gina and Nain immediately appeared next to me. They're both crying.

"We were so scared for you! You fell down and you're lying like dead, Uncle Misha is shaking you down, but you don't care." Gina said, sobbing.

"And she was glowing all over, just like Vasya in biotics training!" This is Nino.

"And she dispersed the clouds!" Gina again. "You're probably a biotic too, but I haven't heard that they can disperse clouds!"

"Quiet, you babblers," my father hissed at my friends. "Just sit here quietly for a while, okay?"

"Yes, Uncle Mish." They answered in unison.

My father nodded and looked at me with sad, reddened eyes.

"How you scared us, my daughter, he said in a hoarse voice."

"I'm sorry, Daddy, I didn't mean to!" I whispered back.

He smiled sadly.

"Of course you didn't want to! You saved me, I would have broken down if it hadn't been for you, or even at all..."

The door opened, Mom ran in, saw me on the bed, made eye contact with me, came over and somehow folded herself against my legs. Her shoulders shook, and she burst into tears. Through the crying, I heard the words.

"Also this! And that's not enough for you... Few people are there... Oh my God, oh my God! My daughter, my little daughter..."

I touched my mother's head with my hand, which weighed like a couple of pounds, and whispered.

"Don't cry, Mommy, please! Everything will be fine."

Next to her, hugging each other, her friends were crying in six eyes. Well, that's what it's all about for them! It's like an ass, the further it gets, the darker it gets! I felt sleepy and passed out.

In my sleep, I heard a quiet conversation between Ray and mom, our blue doctor was explaining to mom that nothing irreparable had happened to me.

"Dayan's severe nervous overload, I'm surprised that it all showed up at that age! But surprisingly, everything worked out! She'll be fully recovered in four days."

"But Ray is a biotic, she's about to get an implant! And they're so imperfect, they have side effects all the time. Mom spoke softly."

"Why does she need an implant?!" Doc was surprised.

"What for? They put them on all biotics!"

"Not at all! Implants are needed to improve memory and concentration, so that the biotic can better control his strength. But Zhenya doesn't need either for nothing, she has her own best."

"But that's right. But what about next?"

"And what's next. He will go to secondary school, study with our girls, and by the age of 17-18 he will become one of the strongest biotics of people."

"Really! How she clouds that! I still can't believe it, what kind of force did she create?!"

"I've only read about it, that only Ardat Yakshas were capable of impulses of such power."

"What kind of horror? Is she by any chance...?"

"Calm down, Dayan! She's a human being! There are no Ardat yakshas among people."

"That's how it is! But it's still kind of scary."

"Calm down, my girlfriend, let's go have some tea rather than sit here! Peace is her best medicine right now."

"But!"

"No buts! Don't forget, she's an empath!"

"Oh, that's right! Let's go." Mom came up to me and kissed me on the forehead. She whispered it. Sleep my little one, get well soon."

* * *

I woke up suddenly, and my body felt increasingly uncomfortable. I looked up at the bedside table, and it was 5:00 on the small alarm clock. "Wow, I thought it was a good day, already twelve hours in a row." However, the discomfort increased, I pushed back the blanket, hmm, my hands seemed to obey, I noticed that I was not wearing anything, I sat down. My head started spinning, black dots flashed in my eyes, and I fell back down. The discomfort got worse, and I started to panic. Then I noticed a chair standing by the window. "Странно?!" I thought, I don't have any chairs in my room. They must have brought it, but why? Then me realized that someone was sleeping in the chair. In the uncertain, twilight, morning light, I saw blonde hair. Only my father and Deniska have them. But even if he wanted to, he couldn't sleep in the chair, and the sleeper got into it with his feet.

"Disya!" I called softly. "Disya, wake up!"

"Ah! What! Who's here...?" My brother jumped up. "Is that you, little fox?"

"No! It's an old thief, a shaman! Disya, help me. Hurry up, I can't take it anymore! Disya!"

"Yes, I'm coming."

My brother came up to the bed, took a look at me, and most importantly at my suit, stopped as if he had run into a wall, turned away, his ears and neck darkened, his emotions were filled with embarrassment and for some reason shame.

"Disya what are you doing? Is this the first time you've seen me?"

"Eugene! I'm going to get my mom now!"

"Stop, you idiot! She probably hasn't slept for half the night, and you're going to wake her up! Don't you dare! Bring it yourself. Moreover, while you're running, I'll flood the bed! Well! Hurry up!"

My brother, red as a boiled рако-краб with strong embarrassment in his feelings, quietly picked me up and carried me to my private bathroom. He brought me in, sat me down, I immediately began to fall over, my brother immediately stopped being embarrassed, anxiety and fear flared up in my feelings, knelt in front of me, took my shoulders with his hands and straightened my roll.

"Is it okay, Little Fox? Just don't fall down okay."

"Here you go." I whispered.

I did my job and told my brother to take it back. He took it. He laid her down and covered her with a blanket. No longer embarrassed at all. He sat on the edge of the bed and began running his fingers through my hair.

"How are you, Little Fox? We were all so scared for you! Ham, as soon as he heard, he even fell off his bike, he was in such a hurry to get to you." I smiled.

"Daddy Ham."

"He hehe! It's Like A Fox Cub." My brother laughed. "I'll tell everyone tomorrow!"

"Don't Disya. After all, Vaska will torture him. And Nino and Gina won't stay away!"

"Whatever you say, little sister!" My brother leaned over and kissed me on the temple. "Go back to sleep! Ray tells you sleep is the first medicine. I'll sit in the chair and look after you."

The door banged.

"Oh, the head nurse has come!" My brother said with a smile.

A red muzzle floated into view, and a long tail loomed in the background.

"Mrru?" And anxiety in the feelings. How are you a wayward human cub? "Mrrr?!"

"Come here, my cat!" I slap the bed with my palm. The cat jumps on the bed and immediately lies down next to it. I hug him, bury my face in his soft fur, and with a loud rumble, I fall asleep again.

The second time I was woken up by the sun shining through my window. A Bars is sleeping next to him, stretched out at full length, with a bright head visible in the armchair. He'll look after it, of course! He sleeps like a groundhog. It's 10:30. The door hisses, I feel someone crawling on the bed, I turn my head and meet the gaze of attentive gray eyes.

In a moment, I'm being doused with intense joy!

"Hello, Vanya!" I whisper.

"Eugene!" And children's arms wrap around my neck. "Are you awake yet?" The younger one whispers. "I made you some tea and made you some sandwiches. By myself!"

I slowly sit up in bed, my head is spinning, but it's bearable.

"Vanya, help me get dressed." My brother rushes to my locker, takes out swimming trunks and a light sundress with my tips. With the help of the younger one, I'm getting dressed somehow. I hug my brother and slowly go downstairs to drink tea. Deniska did not wake up, the elder was dying.

We are sitting in the kitchen with Vanka drinking tea, his sandwiches are mighty chunks, with a mountain of piled ingredients. Obviously, the younger one tried, even if not very skillfully, but with all his heart! Tea and sandwiches seem to give me strength. My head is not spinning at all, my mood is climbing up. Vanka, seeing my smile and pleased look, just blossoms.

"Did you like it, Eugene?!"

"Yes, Vanechka, you're just great!" My brother was already blooming, a blush flushed on his cheeks.

"I tried so hard! Did you really, really like it?" No, what a charm my youngest is, because he's only five years old, and there's enough care for everyone.

"I really liked Vanya!"

My brother's vivid feelings blow out the remnants of my melancholy, we sit and silently smile at each other.

The door hisses and the kitchen is flooded with surprise, which is very quickly replaced by a feeling of intense relief. I turn my head and see my mom. She's leaning on the doorjamb with her right hand, her left hand is pressed to her chest, and there are tears in her eyes again.

"Mommy, I made breakfast!" Vanka shouts "And he fed Zhenya!"

"Hi Mom." I'm talking quietly.

She doesn't say anything, just comes over to me, squats down and hugs me, and I snuggle up to her. We are silent, words are superfluous, everything is already clear. Vanka ran up to us and hugged both of us, and spoke softly.

"You're the best, my mom and my Zhenya!"

We look at him, his gray eyes are serious. Suddenly he smiles, and from his smile, the whole burden of worries falls off mom like a husk. She laughs and kisses her brother.

"You are our darling, Vanya! What would we do without you!" She says.

"We were hungry!" My brother answers with a serious expression.

Loud laughter fills the kitchen, Mom laughs, I laugh, Vanka laughs loudly. And with laughter, the fear and tension of the last 24 hours go away.

My father comes into the kitchen, his joy at the sight of my laughing face, I can probably touch it with my hands. He comes up to me, picks me up, and hugs me tightly, I hug his neck and forcefully press against his unshaven cheek. I whisper.

"How did I get scared for you, how did you do that?! After all, you're an engineer! I told you so myself."

"Oh, and don't tell me, Sweetheart! And for an old woman, there is проруха, as they say! I owe you my life now, daughter!"

"You don't owe me anything, Daddy!"

"Why is that?"

"Because! Because you're my daddy! And that's enough."

"I agree."

The sun is shining brightly outside, flooding the world with warmth. I feel like I want to go out in the sun, sit in an armchair and bask. I tell my father about it. He takes me out into the courtyard, sits me down in a chair. I'm sitting and basking in the greenish rays of our star. There is peace all around, our tree is quietly rustling its leaves, свирки are squeaking in the branches. Insects are flying with a loud buzz. There is a clanging sound from the neighboring plot, it's Uncle Coel who pulled out the lawn mower and was about to take care of the lawn. He saw me, his eyes flew open, and his emotions were one of surprise, joy, and relief.

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

"Yes, Uncle Kol! I'm basking in the sun. Call Gina, please."

"It's a good thing." He goes to the door of the house, opens it and shouts inside. "Jina! Jinaa! Come here, Eugene is in the yard."

Jina 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.

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

"Well, almost! If you don't get off me, I'll fall, and it's still hard for me to get up."

Jina recoiled and blushed deeply.

"I'm sorry, Eugene! I was very happy about it, that's it! You sit there for a while, and I'll bring you 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!" A friend shouted out very quickly on the run, and disappeared into the house. Coel strapped a plastic grass tank to the lawn mower, checked the battery charge, flipped the switch, and the lawn mower rattled its knives softly. And 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, Eugene? Will I be able to make what's his name, but an English lawn?"

"Uncle Kol, but if you believe the British, then any lawn becomes English if it is regularly mowed for two hundred years. Well, that's what the British themselves say."

"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 Coel smiled, returned my bow, turned on the mower, and whistled as he continued his interrupted occupation. Jina 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 girlfriend slowly walked towards me. "It must be a heavy tray," I thought. Jina 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, Gagarin! My brother looked at Jina 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 a juice for Eugene! 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, Jinny! You are a true friend!" My brother said loudly.

He put the tray on the grass, poured the juice into glasses and handed it to us, drinking the rest himself directly from the decanter.

I sat and savored the berry juice. Sweet and sour, it reminds 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 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 dock 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 my right, I see our bear, a shaggy monster, sitting looking at me, breathing fast, tongue hanging sideways. He must have been hunting again, and there's a happy face. For some reason, I feel bad about the dog, the cat feels good, but the dog feels bad. He lay down on the grass, put his paws under the chair, put his head on my feet, and took a deep breath. He just lies there with his eyebrows moving when he looks at me, I began to stroke his forehead, scratch behind his ears, he squeezed his eyes shut, faintly, faintly, but I feel his joy and pleasure. Another shaggy head has poked under his left arm, there is a slight feeling of jealousy, and the expectation of affection, a quiet "mrrow" sound. "You haven't forgotten me, little girlfriend." "I haven't forgotten my beloved cat!"