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Judging by his unostentatious richness and contentment to them, his people can be judged on his ability to lead the country.

      – Yes, My Lady, You have not forgotten about my offer? he asked once before leaving. I was already seriously involved with him. But what I kept. Maybe because I’m in a past life was a man?

      “Impossible,” I said sadly.

      – Then we’ll make you a bet. You haven’t had to steal out of my house. Otherwise, do not blame me!

      It was stuffy and at night was thirsty. To call the servants did not. And she went to the water tank to drink. Not had time to scoop up the water and make a couple of SIPS, as if from under the earth, rose the figure of the ruler.

      Well, and there You go!

      Then came saving a click, and smelled of sulfur…

      Chapter three. MiG third

      A second later I already stood in front of the “Winged”.

      Well, Borodulin, he said without the Mat, which surprised me. – Can you answer this question? Why stole a knife from Romanov?

      – Can be, and I will answer, I say, and I think what he’s getting at. From these fluctuations in his mood, nothing good can be expected. He always had a catch. Lazily, but with great pleasure I turn the pages of the recent barefoot childhood, I think to myself, what does he want?

      …A click and the smell of ozone. And I got behind the wheel in the native village. From touching the iron wire to the rim of the wheel heard a pleasant, subtle to my ears, the metal ringing. Hot. I’m in shorts with straps and a shirt with short sleeves made of thick fabric. Who made me a mother with your own hands “in mind” of his father’s shirt on his birthday. Then I turned five years old. Then I got suits from the trendiest designers, but these shorts were for me the most expensive because it was from my Mom. And without fear or tear or stain, it was possible to climb all the fences and trees and running around barefoot after the rain. When oncoming I got home, I got caught right in the door and put in a bucket of warm water, washed with the pants. I had them alone. And when they were dried on a perch in front of the stove, I had to stay at home, and then, checking them for drying.

      But my friend Fedka pants were many and from the store. And when they get dirty and, God forbid, torn, for him it was enough. He enviously looked at my shorts. And he once offered to swap for a while. Changed. But he again gave up… thinking I’m in his pants’ll be somewhere to sit and do nothing. There it was! I also climbed the fences and, of course, broke. He again went to the nuts. And he didn’t change. Summer in the village this is the good time. You can run barefoot anywhere. The wheel is spinning and ringing.

      – Well, the chickens get out of my way! Not crush! – I shouted at the animals, and chickens with heart-rending cry crumble in front of me.

      The village is small, behind the wheel for an hour to run, if you do not make stops! How not to stay near the shop where unload hot bread and not to help the crippled uncle Pete to carry already emptied the trays.

      – Hello, uncle Peter! God help you!

      – God is not a God! He would have helped.

      Usually, making your job, we sit with uncle Pete on the steps of the store and eat hot bread, breaking off right from the loaf, spreading around the smell of freshly baked bread.

      – I don’t have time today to sit around, I tell uncle Pete. – We still have a school garden to check. And then ripe strawberry, and without me it will bring!

      – It is reasonable – said uncle Peter, breaking off my bread.

      And the piece of bread I’m eating on the run, having fun pushing my wheel.

      – Oh, Hey, Rogue! again rid of him? I hope nobody got bitten? I say the neighbor’s dog named’bars, which we simply called “Rogue”. And he wasn’t offended. Rogue is already running next to me, looking at my bread with the idea, I will have earned it or not? But for that I need to stop I press on the brakes, turning the iron hook inside of the wheel, and pull on yourself. Rogue a piece of bread only on one tooth. Swallowed again, sitting and smiling and ingratiating tail wagging, waiting.

      – On, hold still! he swallowed and licked his lips. She’s a good dog, a Siberian breed with blue eyes. But only his master, the projectionist, uncle Kolya, often put him on a chain, what makes him angrier. And when removed, always biting my right thigh my roommate Albina. And the father of Albina wanted to shoot the Crook. Well, the gun misfired, and the Crook fled. And then he would sit at my feet, licking his lips. Once he even saved me. Asked me as the father in the spring to cut the willow for weaving baskets. I took the sled on hard snow went to the nearest willow. When I finally cut some branches and tied them with ropes to the sled, the sun already rising over the village, beginning to warm. Ice cover in the open from the bushes have already started to melt and did not maintain my weight – I failed. So I kept the shade of rare trees and bushes and did not notice that I was surrounded by a pack of angry dogs. Don’t really remember how I ended up on the nearest tree. Began to call for help. I was near the village, but no one heard me. Heard was a Crook and ran, breaking the chain. He dispersed the angry dogs.

      – Drove on, my Savior, – I smiled. The dog, pleased that he was allowed to run around, I started jumping around me. Here and school. In the gap between the fence visible to students passing their internship.

      – Hey, guys! Strawberries are not yet ripe?

      – No more green! In a week or so come – meet the pioneers through the bushes.

      And we’re running on. On “Sakhalin” – a few houses behind the forest – we call will not. It’s hot today. We have to see what movie they brought, and still have time for a swim before lunch in the pond. Now up this alley on the left near the well to the club. And just uncle nick unloads cans with film. Seeing the master, the dog makes a detour through the Park and the club is waiting for me behind the club that it was caught and chained.

      – Hi, uncle nick! That brought? I ask, making a stop, and he glances at Rogue. He only has ears for nettles sticking out.

      – The swineherd and the shepherd – meets uncle nick, removing the jar from the cart.

      – A “Charlie Chaplin” when? A children’s session? – he’s Fielding questions from me.

      Thank you for coming. Come!

      Well, now one more task – to find five cents for a matinee. Can and egg or blanket to swipe the window from the sun. But mom does not give a blanket after time broke off the nail.

      – Bye, uncle nick!

      – Hey, wait! Look, Daniel! Do not give uncle Pete a poster? Let the beat near the shop. Still it is nothing to do. And then I land on the horse yard to take necessary and even a few things.

      Yes, I know what he’s doing! To meet Zoe, the daughter Zlobin, and kissing passionately. I’ve seen how they kissed at Bakalovich at the party. Went once Bakalova to visit. And the house was left to daughters, Zina and Dean. One eighteen, the other sixteen. Got scared and they are alone at home to sleep and came to my mother with a request to let me go to them. Agreed. I was jumping for joy, knowing that you can go crazy: blind man’s bluff, hide and seek and stuff. Just at this time our guest was aunt Hayat and she, sipping tea from the saucer, said:

      – Is now the party! I had a party that need. We also went. Previously, clubs were not and we, the young, had nowhere to meet, especially in winter. Sometimes, we learn, whose parents went to visit and come to negotiate. And, in the evening gathered, anything we cook together. Here comes your boyfriend, will you dance to the accordion, sing, blindman’s buff with all the play – it was fun. And then, before the first roosters went to sleep side by side with someone. Of course, I wanted to try. But before you wear three

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