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Chapter 7. The grandfather.
Igor (Mendoir, August 2360)
Admirals of the Fleet
August 4, 7:00 a.m.
Morning workout is our everything. It's been raining outside for a week now, everything is wet and damp, my father put away his bike, and flies to work on the family flyer. Such weather is rare on Mendoir in summer. It usually rains at night, although it is heavy, but it is short, and by morning it is almost dry. But sometimes a cyclone creeps over a rocky ridge, and then it pours until it all pours out, sometimes for two weeks. This is exactly the case now, and we are all sitting at home together, it's good that we have a big company, we don't get bored. It's quite stuffy at home from the dampness, I opened both vents and the front door, and I'm still sweating mercilessly from the stuffiness. Deniska is panting in the foyer of the second floor, studying in the front garden now is like torture, he almost slurps from the water, like a swamp.
Polkan came out from under the house, darted like a gray shadow behind the house — there he had a small nook with sand as a toilet — he was gone for a minute, maybe two, and our dog, casting a sad glance around, disappeared back. The impudent red muzzle knows how to use the toilet perfectly well, so he stays at home in bad weather.
Somehow he decided to take advantage of my personal push, but he's a child, so he's short and small — koteyka got a big bummer. Looking at how the redhead was sitting on the toilet, which was obviously too small for him: one or the other hind legs fell off, there was nowhere to put the front paws, and if they were left on the floor, it became difficult to do business — I laughed so hard that I woke up my older brothers. When they fell out of their room and looked at me, they followed my hand and saw the same picture, where the stubborn muzzle did not give up trying to perch on my potty. A moment later, the three of them were laughing, and they fell to the floor.... The redhead, having failed, made a face with a brick, and ran off to the first floor, to the parents' bathroom. And we walked away for another five minutes, periodically breaking down. Now he sleeps on my desk, occupying it entirely — after all, I have a healthy cat. But sleeping with him is awesome!
I recently learned great news: my Grandparents and Uncle Stephen are coming to visit us. He persuaded the old people to come to us. Even before I was born, my parents went to visit them on Earth to show them their grandchildren. But this time the senior Hacketts will come to the viewing. And his father's parents died while batya was still studying at the academy. Being complete spacemen, they went on an expedition, and their ship made an emergency exit from the relay. That is, he entered the relay as expected, but where did he leave?..
Yes, there are two admirals on one small ranch! My uncle was given an admiral without the prefix "counter" and immediately appointed chief of Staff of the Fifth Fleet. Actually, I've already seen Uncle Stephen — he came to visit us on vacation in the fall of '57. I remember perfectly well how my brothers and I returned from school, and a man I didn't know was standing in our yard. For some reason, it's not customary to keep photos and stuff here, so I've only heard of my uncle a couple of times, but I haven't even seen holographs. The brothers saw him, flew off their bikes, and yelled,
"Uncle Steve has arrived!"
They hung on to him. Laughing, he hugged them both. After that, the guys took him by the hands and led him to me, saying that they were going to introduce him to someone. He came over, and I looked at him carefully. Well, he doesn't look much like a gaming Hackett. A fairly young man, without a beard, with a wheat-colored mustache on a tanned face, eyes light blue like the summer sky, and a deep straight scar running from his right eyebrow down through his cheek, cutting through his upper lip. He was wearing a white turtleneck and jeans, and had Cossacks on his feet.
"Allow me to introduce myself, young sir! Rear Admiral Stephen Hackett, your uncle."
I got off the bike and tried to make an elegant bow, as much as possible in a unique way.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, sir! Igor Shepard, your nephew."
In general, I liked him, a real man: honest, direct, with a good sense of humor. There is a real English hardness in him — the hardness with which they conquered half the world and proved that the sun never sets over the British Empire. My uncle and father have been friends since the first year. We sat at the same desk, received praise and punches together. We went on layoffs and went to work. We even sat together in the punishment cell. Steve, after the death of the older Shepards, brought his father to his home and introduced him to his parents. The elder Hackett accepted my father as his own son, in fact, the Hacketts replaced the father of the parents. At the same time, my father met my mother, but it took thirty-five years before my father proposed to her. And all these years the men have been friends! While making a career, we helped each other in every possible way, sometimes even with weapons! There were even jokes about them in the Fifth Fleet, like: "If you see Shepard, then be careful — Hackett is here somewhere!"
After another barotrauma, I don't know what kind, as the cosmologists say, "inhaled the vacuum," daddy was completely written off. They said that if he tried to breathe vacuum one more time, then no hospital would help him. As I already know, barotrauma is the most common cause of death in the navy. Not wounds, not burns, either ordinary, chemical or cryo, but the most common consequences of depressurization. A small hole in a COCOS (1) — and now your blood is already boiling, and if you also hesitate, then that's it, you're ready!
1. COCOS — csuit or Compensation suit (English) — a compensation suit, a lightweight and soft spacesuit with power protection elements worn by ship crews in combat conditions. Amphibious and contraband teams wear armor.
After retiring, my father proposed to my mother, and the old people breathed a sigh of relief, otherwise they had already despaired of waiting for their grandchildren. My parents lived on Earth with my elders for a while, but the realization that there were no real career or professional prospects put a lot of pressure on my father. So Rosenkov Materials' proposal to participate in a joint poly-species colony project for all races of the Citadel (peace is allocated by the Republic, scientific support is provided by the Salarians, financing is provided by RM and the Hierarchy) was accepted by my father without hesitation. My grandfather then said that this was complete nonsense, and RM would not succeed. He and his father had a big argument, as Uncle Steve and Mom say, and they got personal. At the end, Grandfather said, they say, words are empty! Prove it by deed!
"I'll prove it!" dad replied then, and with his whole life he was able to convince his grandfather, and his strong friendship with the Tanirs complemented the picture!
A month and a half ago, my father sent allergy modifiers for the elderly to Earth, they will not be able to live here without them. Otherwise, it's a month of adaptation of the body under the influence of the modifier, and, voila, you can live on Mendoir. There is food here, drink water... and not only water. In the canon, I've always been amazed at how intelligent people can run around planets with a developed biosphere without fear of anything. Okay, here people have such a wonderful thing as a bioblock, developed at the very dawn of the era of colonization. This is a symbiotic virus that makes humans immune to 99.9% of the microflora, both terrestrial and alien! After bioblockade vaccinations, people simply stopped getting sick, and the chance of dying from inflammation caused by wounds is almost zero. I'm used to wandering around other worlds under the spell of the magic of life. Or with a set of artifacts for protection from the biosphere. But something needs to be eaten. And here, even succubi don't even have such spells. The Azari who.
However, a bioblock will not save you from poisoning with animal and plant waste products. That's why a comprehensive expedition from the Council and the Alliance has been working hard on Mendoir for five years, studying all kinds of fauna and flora here, and their danger to all races. Based on their work, allergy modifiers were created. Without them, if you sniffed a flower or ate a berry, or even just drank water from a river, you got an anaphylactic shock, and hello, you're already in paradise. So the landing force on new planets with a developed biosphere runs in tightly sealed armor. And yes, such an expedition is currently sitting on Eden Prime and preparing materials for colonization, has been sitting for three years and will be sitting for at least three more. So colonization is a slow business, which is what surprised me about the canon! In thirty years, and a bunch of colonies! Earth is everywhere, not other worlds.... It just looks like there's going to be a purely human colony on Eden Prime, which is too far from the Council's systems.
Last time, my uncle stayed for almost a month and left the most positive memories about himself. The brothers saw him off with tears in their eyes, and so did I. In general, I became very attached to the Shepard family, as well as to the Tanirs. My uncle didn't have his own family, it didn't work out somehow. Shrugging his shoulders, he responded to his mother's complaints: "You know, Diane, that I'm married to the most beautiful girl in the universe!" And he smiled, and the folder finished for him: "At my job!"
They both laugh, but Bati feels so sad!.. Then Dad confessed that Uncle Steve was having an affair with a Quarian woman named Shala, who was on a pilgrimage in his navy. But after a five-year contract, she returned to the Migrant Fleet with honor. Uncle Steve went fishing with us, hunting with his father and friends, and to the preference club. We all got care, warmth and love from him.
"When I'm fired, I'll come to your permanent place of residence! Will you accept?" He asked as he drove away.
"This house is for you, Steve! There's always a place for you here, remember that!"
My father answered then. I always remember, you are my family!
They will arrive in just a week! If only it would dry out by then!
"Leshka, let's have a pole fight. I need to get in shape. And then you will show me the combination that Master Tanris showed with the knife."
My brother grabbed his metal pole and went to change it to a wooden one. I went to get mine. Well, at least I'll do something useful, since I can't go for a walk.
A week later
We sit on the fence and look towards the city. We have a good fence, comfortable for sitting — there is a flat rounded canopy on top, it is also a solar battery. And he's so strong. No matter how much we climbed with Nasar and Azanti, nothing fell off. It's very comfortable for us, and the cat likes to lie on it. We are me, Vanka, Azanti and Nasar. The older brothers walk around the yard, followed by Polkan. The redhead is lying on the fence next to me, purring contentedly. Everyone periodically looks up at the sky — just like the airfield team is waiting for planes from combat departure. My father flew away to meet me, my mother is busy in the kitchen, preparing treats, and the whole pack of us are stuck in the yard.
"It's been an hour since the shuttle landed! It's been a long time." This is Denis.
"Calm down! While the customs is waiting for the luggage. Your grandfather wrote that there's a whole trunk full of hunting gear, and this is a separate inspection item! I read the code youself," Azat reminded Deniska.
"Yes, I remember everything, I'm just worried about something!"
"Sit down already, don't flicker!" Lyoshka exclaimed. "You're running around the yard like a bad Varren!"
"You're a warren yourself!"
"Well, you can also arrange a duel, or even just fight, hot Mendoir guys!" Bina put in her five kopecks. "Your old folks will be pleased to see your red faces after a fight..."
"Heh, heh, heh! I can imagine! Picture..." Ali was sitting in an armchair, smiling broadly, listening to us.
Bina went up to Deniska, hugged her neck and whispered:
"It's okay, stop it, Disya, you're turning yourself on and turning everyone on. Calmed down?" My brother really calmed down and looked at our bitch strangely, his emotions were a mess.
"That's how you know how to put your five cents in when you need to! That's why I love you!"
"Do you love it?"
"As a sister and friend! Not what you think! It's too early for some to even think about it!"
A chorus of laughter rang out across the front garden.
"It's funny to them!" My brother came up to me and muttered: "Move over!" and he sat on the fence next to me. I was suddenly attacked by an uncontrollable fit of laughter, I barely managed to stay on the fence, well, I caught Deniska.
"And now what? What kind of a laugh did you catch?" I was already flattened. I calmed down somehow and said:
"I remembered an old joke."
"Tell everyone," Leshka asked.
I told them a joke about a guy who was sitting on the rails. Everyone stared at me blankly for a while.
"Come on, there's a guy sitting on the rail!" and I spread my arms to the sides, pointing at the fence. Then it dawned on them... They laughed as if I had parodied a top comedy from an extranet. Apparently, the accumulated tension needed an outlet, and it turned into a laugh.
"Oh, ha ha ha! Move over! Oh, I can't! Ha ha ha!" Azat was laughing, lying on the grass. Polkan looked at him in surprise, wagging his tail listlessly. The red-haired visibly purred contentedly.
"It's not enough for this greedy fence! Ha ha ha! Guess what, buddy? Ha ha ha! The fence must be short! Ha ha ha!" Leaning against the house on the porch step, Leshka was laughing.
Bina and Ali were laughing in their chairs. Hugging each other so as not to fall, the younger ones, Azanti and Nasar, laughed loudly because they understood, and Vanka just for company. Denis was laughing the loudest, and the tension went away with the laughter.
A dot appeared on the horizon, which quickly turned into our flyer.
"Finally!" Denis exhaled.
The flier sat down in the middle of the courtyard, the doors opened, my father and Uncle Stephen came out on the left, and the "right" was hidden from us by the raised door, but it was clear that someone else was coming out. Stephen looked around our group. He was wearing an admiral's white uniform, he put on a cap, recovered and shouted with a smile:
"I wish you good health, young people!"
We fell off the fence like peas, stretched out and answered discordantly.
"We wish you good health, Mr. Admiral!"
"Well done, you can see right away that the right children are growing up!"
My father just looked at us all with love and quietly suggested:
"Come on, I'll introduce those who haven't met yet, and we went to get acquainted." We go around the flyer and see mom hugging a short woman with dark brown hair, dressed in a standard uniform. Next to him stands a tall, gray-haired and bearded man in an Alliance uniform without insignia. He looks at us, and I see the classic "Admiral Hackett," only without the scar and with steel-colored eyes.
"Liv, turn around, they're here!" He speaks softly.
Two weeks later
We're seeing Uncle Steve off from vacation. He, his father, Dakar, Tael, and his grandfather had a good "ride," so good that his uncle has a distinct roll to starboard and speaks with exaggerated diction. Tael stands swaying, with his hand on his uncle's shoulder, and says something to him with fervor. I'm sure my uncle's vacation turned out to be much more interesting and intense this time.
It started with the fact that they, the whole company, that is, in general, all our adults, went to our club. Men want to play preference, and women just relax and dance. And there, as luck would have it, a company of stray spacemen was resting, it's unclear who released such freaks from the port. As a result, the vacation turned into a scandal, which turned into a huge brawl on the square. When the ancestors returned, our surprise at what we saw could probably be spread on bread. His father sported split lips and a split eyebrow, his uncle flashed a hefty blanche everywhere, Dahy had braces on his left mandible, and he was walking somehow... askew. Ratnait's dress was torn when she tried to pull Dahi out, who was knocked out. Aegich had a swollen nose, and the entire glass of his helmet was dotted with small red dots. In general, we had a good walk! Grandfather walked along, shaking his arms belligerently.
"Well, what freaks! Yes, I would rot them in the punishment cell for such behavior during their dismissal! And he would have demoted the captain and sent him to the eternal duty in the household unit! For cleaning droids to be in charge and waving a mop, that's where it belongs! What an audacity, to say such things to a woman! I wish we didn't have duels, otherwise I would have called that bastard out and seen the color of his guts!
"Arthur!"
"What is "Arthur", what did I say wrong?"
"Dad, don't swear!"
"Don't swear"? How dare he tell my family friend that! And that you held me! I would have smashed this freak's brazen face, even though he's old!"
"He would have smashed it! That moose would have trampled on you and not noticed! After all, Arthur, you are no longer twenty years old to participate in such fun! And there was someone to stand up for Kasia's honor. This bastard won't be able to say nasty things for a long time now! As Stephen said, it's hard to talk with a broken jaw."
"My son remembers what honor is, and that bastard beautifully flew out the window with his head!"
We looked at it all... and were quietly blown away! So that there would be a fight in Leonov?! And our parents, who are so correct, took a direct part in it?! This day will definitely go down in the annals of the city's history... I wonder under what name? I quietly shared my thoughts with all my brothers and friends, which caused growing laughter. And Azat, consolidating all the statements, said:
"This day will be called "The Day of the battle at the club"!"
And it turned out to be right, that's what they called this day later! Half the town got into a fight, can you forget that? We also celebrated this event at the club on the anniversary....
After taking a break for a few days after the fight, the elders decided to go on safari. Our continent is divided by mountains into two unequal parts. Our colony is located on the smaller one, which is mostly overgrown with silver-leaved forests. The animal world, despite the abundance of forests, is quite sparse — it is mainly represented by nazumi, a large number of birds and muklikami. Mukliks are local rabbits or ground squirrels, they look like a rabbit, but they have the habits of a ground squirrel. In general, the goal of the general hunt, including the colonists, is for excellent fur and delicious rabbit-like meat. I just love to eat them fried or stewed with a preliminary marinade for a day. But beyond the mountains, steppes stretched across most of the continent, about two-thirds the size of Eurasia, and life was in full swing in them. Huge herbivores, of the most incredible sizes and species, roamed in colossal herds. There were predators to match them. The smallest were maned wolves — these huge, really somewhat wolf-like animals reached one and a half meters at the withers!
And the local king of beasts would not have left any chance for an earthly one.... The six-meter-tall creature most resembled a fur-covered tyrannosaurus, but with large and powerful-looking front paws ending in a four-fingered palm with half a meter saber-shaped claws. An adult can easily fit into its mouth, with a whole set of powerful teeth. And standing up. One of them is on display in the planetary museum, in the form of an effigy. Scary, creepy! God forbid, you'll shit yourself in a dream! I went with our whole group to the museum last year. So there are a lot of interesting exhibits about the planet.
The adults agreed with our gamekeeper, who, by the way, Feron's father, Toliyat Tanris, works for them! A colonial gamekeeper is not someone who protects nature from the intelligent, but on the contrary, the intelligent from nature. They make sure that dangerous animals do not enter the colony, conduct search and rescue operations — in general, they are experts in the wild part of the planet. My uncle fixed the stereo camera eyes on a lightweight cork helmet, everyone took their weapons, boarded an open Toliyat flyer and flew away. They returned four hours later, as if they had been hit by a dust bag. They slowly got out of the flyer, exchanging nervous laughs, and looked at each other.
"How was safari?" Mom asked.
"It's unforgettable, daughter! But you know, I'll never go on safari here on Mendoir again."
"That's for sure! I've never traveled, and I won't go again, it's not for me!" Dahi shrugged his shoulders.
"Fuck it, it's a safari! Actually, I want to live! No one else will lure you...." With a wave of his hand, Anker ran towards him.
"Anaarre Bosch"Tet! (2) Kila! What was I even thinking about?" Aegich exclaimed, knocked on the glass of his helmet with his fist and went to his room.
2. Anaarre Bosch' Tet (Quarian) — (anaarre — elderly, seasoned, aged, mature, old — according to the context), (Bosch"Tet is a fool, a blockhead, a scoundrel, a scumbag — also in the context, literally "an empty helmet") in this case, Aegih said "an old fool".
"I was recording it, we'll show it tonight," Uncle Stephen said.
"Please send me a copy, Admiral! I'll use it as a guide for fools who want to go to the plains." He asked for a loan and flew away.
The adults dispersed, and we were left wondering what the strong and brave men with guns saw that looked frankly scared.
"What did they see there?" Leshka said aloud.
"We remain calm and wait. We'll see in the evening" Azat replied.
In the evening, having pulled out the holoprojector and speakers, the adults brought chairs to our front garden, Uncle Steve did some magic with the instrumentation, and the viewing began.
You can see that they were filming in flight, you can hear the men talking, they laugh, they ask questions to the huntsman. A hand periodically appears in the frame, pointing at one thing or another. The foothills ended, and the seemingly endless steppe began. Tall, almost as tall as a man, the grass swayed in the wind like the sea.
"See the dust for two hours?" Toliyat's voice will be heard.
A dusty cloud appears on the horizon and someone's blond head appears in the frame — either grandfather or father.
"We'll catch up in five minutes— there's a herd of hornbills coming. There are always predators following him. If you're lucky, look at the maned ones, or maybe even at the tyrannodon!"
Silence in the car, you can hear the wind whistling and the mass converter humming. A huge swaying herd is becoming more and more clearly visible on the horizon.
"At nine o'clock— the maned wolves leave the herd. I'll start now, and we'll take a parallel course. Watch and record on camera, just don't shoot! They'll see it, they'll lie down, we won't find it in the grass."
"Understood, master!" The men answered in a discordant chorus.
The same steppe is in the frame, now huge, beautiful animals are galloping along it with an incredibly smooth gallop. Their running is silent and swift, powerful muscles rolling under their shiny black-and-gray striped skins, manes fluttering. The flock, about twelve individuals, stretched out in a sharp wedge and goes towards the foothills.
"What beauties!" someone's admiring voice is heard.
"Why are they leaving, Master?"
"Someone scared them off."
"Who can scare someone like that? They're bigger than a polar bear! Mother of God, what beauties! Steve, did you get it?"
"Yes, Dad."
"On the plains, the maned ones are afraid of only one thing — the tyrannodon. So he probably scared me off."
"Is it that... that hairy tyrannosaurus?"
"Ha ha ha! Precisely! He..." The flier makes a turn, and the flock stays away, and the approaching herd is visible again. A cloud of dust hangs over it, and the roar of many animals can be heard. A brown sea of backs, with horns sticking out like a stockade. HE's stomping behind it all! Even from a distance, the creature made an indelible impression. She reeked of such power and danger that everyone sitting in front of the hologram gasped.
"How scary he is," Azanti whispered, clinging to me. "Huge!"
"What can you shoot him with? He can't even scratch himself with carbine bullets like duck shot."
"You can probably use anti-aircraft guns!" Denis muttered.
"The beast from the anti-aircraft gun? You're a barbarian!" Azat laughs.
Nervous laughter rushes through the front garden. Let's look further. The flier cuts circles around the tyrannodon, but the beast does not care about him, he slowly wanders around the herd. The steepthorns are huddled together: in front of them are large males, two and a half meters at the withers, followed by females, and in the very center of the herd the cubs are plaintively roaring.
"What a colossal creature! Master Tanris, may I fly closer?"
"Don't worry, Admiral, he's massive, but he's very nimble, if he hits, we can fall, and that's certain death."
"Then maybe we'll land in those bushes over there, he'll pass by, twenty meters away, and we can take pictures in peace. He won't even notice us. How do you see it?" the grandfather asked.
"You can, of course. But, Mr. Admiral, you simply have no idea how dangerous this is. Tyrannodon's eyesight and hearing are not very good, but its sense of smell is like a dog's! If he smells it, he'll have to run very fast. Aren't you afraid?"
"So is he going to fall for us instead of the coolheads?" My father asked.
"Tyrannodon is curious. If he smells it, he'll go figure it out. The coolheads aren't going anywhere, and the new smell... maybe it's delicious? Who would he be afraid of on the plains?"
The men started talking, argued, and finally decided to sit in the bushes. Bushes appeared in the frame — not very large from a height, up close they turned out to be two-meter thick thickets of thorny tangled branches with thin needle-shaped leaves and long, sharp and scary-looking spines. There was a small clearing inside, slightly larger than a flyer.
"Like a refuge in the steppe!" Dahi said, looking around.
"Yes, it looks like it," the father agreed.
The camera swings and periodically jumps from one to the other, it is clear that the uncle is wearing a helmet. They squeeze through the bushes, and the standing herd becomes visible. The Tyrannodon enters the frame, and it's even scarier from earth. Someone groans softly from my uncle's side.
"Hush!" someone is whispering. The creature's footsteps echo clearly on the ground. It can be seen that the camera shudders slightly with each step, or the uncle along with the camera. I can feel Azanti shuddering with every step on the hologram and pressing closer and closer to me. The beast walks slowly, not taking its eyes off the herd. He stopped, lifted his head, and sucked in a deep breath. One, two, three. He starts to turn around.
"Spotted it! Let's run to the car, quickly!" Toliyat whispers loudly.
The camera shows that the men are running: Tael's back looms in front, and his father is snuffling on the right. When they jumped into the flyer, my uncle fixed the helmet on an arc and turned it towards the herd. The tyrannodon's head appeared above the bushes, and almost the whole thing appeared, the bushes up to its belly. She stared with crimson eyes at the flyer, the mouth opened — and the beast let out a low throbbing roar.
"Kila! He's going to eat us up!" Aegich shouted hysterically.
"Toliyat, take me away, quickly!" The father speaks loudly.
The beast moved forward, the bushes crackled. The men in the car screamed in fear, and so did everyone watching the holo. The car got up and flew away from such a dangerous place with increasing speed. The Tyrannodon watched her go with attentive eyes and roared again at parting. The recording ended, silence hung over the front garden, and after a short pause, Mom said in a quiet, calm voice:
"Men, you are all frostbitten fools!"
The men were dejectedly silent. I felt that my mother was supported by absolutely all the women sitting next to her.
"Have you noticed the oddity?" Uncle Steve asked.
"Which one?" several voices answered at once.
"Look at this!" uncle rewound the recording and started it at a slow speed.
"The tyrannodon did not climb into the bushes at all — there are thorns as long as a finger and even it can be scratched, and any wound is dangerous for a wild animal. He just scared us, roared, pressed his chest against the bushes and waited for us to break into the steppe, but we couldn't get away from him in the steppe."
"Well, Tolyat, well, the bug! Tricked us! And we believed it.... Note that such islands of bushes are scattered quite often across the steppe. Obviously not for nothing!" said the grandfather.
"As if someone had planted it on purpose.... But who? They're obviously not colonists or game wardens," Dahi says, sitting with a thoughtful look.
"This planet is full of mysteries, and I don't know if we'll solve them all. The colony is only 15 years old", A quiet Quarian voice is heard.
It's time for my uncle to leave for the Navy, his vacation is over. He takes with him a canister of wild berry juice, a tyrannodon claw on a stand, holos and impressions. Tael was completely taken aback, and they took him home by the arms. The grandfather hugged his uncle goodbye, told him not to embarrass him, showed his fist and went into the house. There were parents and children left. Uncle looked around at us all with a dazed look and smiled.
"How I will miss you! But never mind, wait for next year, I will definitely come!"
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