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if you do not want to lose all, time has not come yet.

      – I’m sick of poverty, Mom! – Angrily retorted son. – Yes and idler grows, is it this peasant life?

      – You’re not a peasant! Your hereditary shepherd! – Commanding voice arguing mother, proving its origin with a proud posture, as far as her old body. – I hold you, when you put it in mercenaries in NARF, and what came of it. Got a thigh injury. Eh, do not listen to the old mother. Neither we

      bad his son did not wish to.

      – How much do you prove, mama, not mercenaries, and the palace guard. And then I found the golden fleece”

      – Do not have time, I tell you! And forget about it. Mother like a man slammed his hand down on the table. At such moments, she liked the boy. He has even stopped watching the admiring eyes of his grandmother. Dinners rarely ended without such after-dinner conversations. Jeannette at this time rattling dishes, cleaning the table. Newest boy stood up.

      – Omar! – Called him a girl! – Where are you going?

      – A sleep. – Heat looked at his sister swollen from crying eyes, he said. Jeannette gently looked at his brother. Her girlish heart, woman-sensitive, shrank whenever father chastised Omar. Then the poor girl fancied that if she had power over her father, she would even for a moment made him suffer. She seemed a cruel father, as a punishment of fate, as hell, which plunged her life by the will of the same father.

      – I will come to you.

      Omar frowned at the words sister. He was incomprehensible to her caresses. Especially his tormented stormy tide of tenderness, manifested in the moments when she climbed into his bed, gently stroking his auburn hair and pressed hard all over, trembling showering kisses. He could feel her strong preserver maiden chest through the fabric nightgown, and her brother was getting embarrassing. Its a scary thought that one day he would break down and tell her offensive word, which would deprive him of, perhaps, the only close friend in the whole world. And had to endure, and he patiently endured the “veal” tenderness. Omar meanwhile, found himself in his room, so to name a closet with wooden bed that took up almost all of its area. The only window looked out into the yard. Under the window was Booth Ball, and faithful dog often wake in the morning Omar, barking as while his master is not mope-headed head puts out into the yard.

      The boy hung clothes on a hanger on the left of the door. Then went to the bathroom. Bathroom considering only the name, then all the rest of what it was, was not about to be placed under this name. Nevertheless, vanned basin was nailed the wall. Beneath it stood on a stool, a huge copper pan. Next with wash tub with water and there in the corner of the night latrine in a garbage can. Boy washed, washed the feet in a basin. Then wiped his face with a towel and legs. Balance water leaked from the pelvis into the garbage. After finishing toilet, he went to him. How sweet it is to lay the body in soft snow-white bed, spread your arms and feet and dive into oblivion. The beating of his father’s belt whined, not giving lie down comfortably, finally, all failed somewhere, emerging countries, the picture of the vast expanse of blue: “How strange, why is the sky upside down?” He came closer and saw that the blue – a huge expanse of water with waves running through it. The waves suddenly grew up, murmured, turning in front of a blue straw, color, grain fields: “Yes this is the wheat.” The noise increased. It suddenly caught Bread wave, whirled and threw to the ground.

      – Omar! – Heard a whisper of girls’ lips. The boy opened eyes. Nearby lay Jeannette. She gently stroked his hair, a little touching the long fingers of his right hand.

      – What was already great. Tell me, did it hurt?

      – No, it’s gone.

      – You know, I would not stand it.

      – Well, you’re a girl. – With boyish dignity dropped

      he says. She gently pressed her to his brother. Omar was curled his battered face, but an effort suppressed pain. Dislike caresses encouraged to push his sister, but he gave the opportunity to vent surge of tenderness. She embraced him with both hands, and then fell asleep. He has long did not fall asleep. When my sister stopped moving and delved into sleep, he carefully freed from the embrace. He turned his back and fell asleep.

      Chapter 2

      – Omar, Jeannette! – Commanding voice calling, gray-haired Naa his grandchildren:

      – Moves. Today we’re going to Narf. That, remember? Jeanette was a long time on their feet. Spun a good hour in the large mirror, trying on outfits. Through the glass windows in the great room struggled dawn. The sun had not yet risen. The village is buzzing. In the yards deep voice can be heard owners. Neighing horses, dogs barked. Approaching sunrise, and with it the feast of the Auction. Once a year Narfi going pastoralists from all over the world. With its remote ends gathered richer, who lived closer to the celebration could get without resorting to unnecessary costs. The best breeds of sheep, oxen, horses and various other animals were brought from all sides of the world. The holiday began with the Auction. On a huge field of royal Racecourse held the celebration. Between pens for bargaining broke tents with all sorts of goods, decorations and farm implements. Questions were open-air cafes with umbrellas, sheltering under the shade of which the guests sitting at the tables. Strong vodka diluted fragrant juices flowed in the river here. She wandered in riotous heads, poured down, and often its excessive use has led to fights. For children were organized entertainment attractions. Lakiya people loved holiday and preparing for it throughout the whole year. The family became stronger when the young couple getting to know any Auction. Capital becomes a reliable, if it is supposed to start at the same auction. Business ties pastoralists stronger if they were born at the Auction. And poverty haunted all his life, if it is to ruin the auction.

      – You did not listen to his mother! – Puffing a small female straw, buzzing old Naa. Her shoulders covered with colorful scarf. The long wide dress, Black in large pale pink colors, swayed in different side under the heavy tread. She was ready to hit the road and now, consumed by idleness, went near the light carts, which tinkered Den.

      – You want to put us on the world?

      The son limped ruled out of the barn and harness adjusts to the machine-gun cart silently, doing their job.

      – Why are you being so stubborn. – Stalking mother. In the barn loud bleating sheep, it seemed, their voices even more sprayed old woman.

      – After all, no one in the world do not have what you have, and you want carry with them. You, son, gone mad! Den silently doing their job, adjusting to cart trolley transportation of sheep.

      – Mom, as I said, so be it! – A firm voice replied son: – This is our last chance, and I did not miss it going. Jeannette to marry a decent man. Omar must learn, where can I get money?

      – Hand over to rent better and part of the gray sheep pasture. After all, it royal land, and you, though a poor man, but the owner.

      – That’s just this is all that I have left and will remain for life, no matter what happened, how you do not understand? In the end, mother and son, as usual, tied quarrel. For Den hassle harnessed horse in wheelbarrow and became one pass sheep out of the barn. His hands were buried in the soft curly hair of animals unprecedented color. At first glance, it seemed that the hair decked in bright golden yellow color. But the reddish hue from a distance creates impression resemblance to gold. Dan uploaded a cart, covered it with a piece of carefully colored cloth in bright red and green stripes. From this truck immediately stood out against the gray stealth objects of the yard. Finally, everything was ready. And Naa went into the house to call the children. Omar ran the first in a short dark blue jacket and the same color of the pants. On his head he wore a straw hat with a rolled-up fields. On the feet – beautiful blue shoes with leather sole. It is easy, as do the characters in adventure films, jumped on the box to his father. Then, on the threshold of the house seemed to Jeannette. It was fitting slender girlish

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