Code of honor. Storybook. Nicolay Vladimirovich Lakutin

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      "Well, Mas, now you just have to marry me," – sounded with a slight irony from the mouth of Sveta.

      "Yes, I am, in General, are happy, not confused Micah. Well, the one wife I already have, the vacant seat only in the post second wife, are you okay? You mind?»

      "Not against, the more that I have, too, there is one husband. Actually, I saw it when I got out of the car on the turn".

      After a pause she went on:

      "Yes washed down, bitch. Here we have only moonshine from entertainment, well, he has fun from morning to evening with friends-drinking buddies. Two months already the case to marital obligations did not reach, and two months ago, so too, the breeze, no more…

      He and home for a week is not claimed, all in the barns, the Mitki, Vadiki cups is measured. Yesterday I myself went to him in the evening. Nicely, kindly, like, home, enough, I you wait, yearn, and he went out, slut. Vadka long with Mitya me the wedges were knocked out, and I'm in denial, that can be seen and whispered to him a fool for something. And he believed. We live with him for the second year, so we came together in a civil marriage, and spent the night at home how many times, you can count on the fingers."

      The girl clung to the Bear harder and with a heavy sigh, he continued.

      "He offended me greatly. I went to his mother with a folder, complained, and they told me that, they say, people just will not talk, I see was a sin."

      "And what, because this decided my car to rush?»

      "Of course not. I went to unwind, wash off the dirty rain all these emotions and about an hour walking through the woods, out on the road. It almost no one goes already half a year, since a new branch is empty, and I see a car coming, and in front of the hole the rain washed away, so I crossed the road to stand in this pit, for you to notice me and went round, a raincoat, bright, yellow, differently you'd notice. And then she got even for her kindness."

      "And the pit was healthy there? I haven't seen her at all."

      "Normal, the wheel would have left for sure".

      Bear pressed to his Savior, gently kissed and whispered quietly: "Thank you" – and then added: – "for everything. So, what's with the tea?»

      "So, you say the road is a dead end?"– drinking big gulps podstawski tea asked Micah.

      «Yeah. In a few kilometers, you'd be buried in building blocks. There every spring before the ground washed away. Repair every year tired, and let a new bypass road, and here last spring repair work and abandoned… »

      The conversation was interrupted by a knock at the door.

      "Open up, bitch," came a drunken belligerent voice from the corridor.

      "This husband, Gregory,' whispered she asks him to sit quietly, the door was locked, he now Portuguese Yes sleep there, in the hallway, business as usual. Sleep will be before lunch, in the morning you will leave quietly."

      "Don't you understand? – stuttering, moaning bellowed at the door husband, and rattled the pots and pans settled down in some part of the dark corridor. – I know who underground radish color," the sleepy drunk slurred accent said Gregory.

      Silence spilled through the rooms of the house, capturing the streets and the nearby outskirts. Gregory was sleeping.

      Svetka, silently, buried herself in the rain-drenched window of the next room, through the curtains of which the dim moonlight pierced.

      "You know –" she said, " I want to get out of here. Forever. Start a completely different life," she had a look from the window to Mishkin knees and not looking him in the eyes whispered: "You don't understand."

      Never wanted to Bear so help anyone as I wanted to help this lost in a girl. But he didn't know how to do it. And indeed it is quite a bad situation. For some last few hours he almost flew off the road, unexpectedly changed his wife and now sits in a closed house in an unfamiliar village with an unusual and a little strange girl with a passionate desire to help her.

      I heard snoring outside the door.

      "I'd really like to help you, Light, but in my mind there are no adequate thoughts on this, I'm sorry."

      The girl got up, went to the far window and said: "You better not wait for the morning, you never know. Come out through that window, how do you get on, okay? Back back to the fork, there on the asphalt normal leave, do not miss, but do not drive much. And don't you dare to forget me, Maska," and the girl, dropping a tear, went over to the couch.

      Drove not cater. The rain's almost gone. The suspiciously bright moon illuminated the wet road well. Drove past the same washed pit road, it really was an impressive size, the girl did not disappoint. Dawn Was Coming.

      "Somehow everything turned out so stupid", – the thought circulated in the head of the Bear, – " why I was in this village, in this house with this girl? If not for all these circumstances, I would have drove up to me at the right village, the Mother and sister are already waiting for us, worried for sure. I called to ask how it works, so pipe the village, till last skirmish was at work, and each other's nerves battered and put up, once all stupid going".

      After a while, the car reached a fork in the road. Bear stopped the car. Exited. I went to the intersection of roads, where I moved down the wrong road leading to a dead end.

      "It is interesting, I passed earlier on this route any time. Why did I turn the wrong way? Why the pit? Moreover, even bypassing the pit, still rested would be concrete blocks. Well, I'd get to the blocks, turn around and still go out on the right road. Maybe fate was so pleased that in these minutes and these hours I was here, not to go where I need, and whether it is necessary?»

      It stopped raining completely. It became clear how nature begins to revive after sleeping. Grass straighten, the breeze caress, and the first dim rays of the sun barely began to Wade from the horizon.

      "Then it turns out that Sveta, or such as she is able to change the scenario of fate. After all, she ran out on the road to protect me from the accident, but how the hell did fate deftly corrected the scenario, based on the new conditions, and I still spent a few hours in the steppe, where I was not supposed to be."

      Bear stood at the fork in the road for a while, estimating and" laying out on the shelves " all that happened, then looked sad and dreary look in the direction of the road, which was to go, then looked at the road from which he left, looked far away in the direction of the village with the same girl…

      "I won't forget, Sveta… never."

      I got into the car and drove now in the right direction.

      After four and a half hours, the Bear has reached the desired village. He reassured his mother and sister, handed them money, some things, a little snack from the road and is now fast asleep.

      The next day took place the funeral of his father. The mother was put into the hand of the deceased a photograph in life so fun and joyfully celebrated a picnic on Saturday the whole family four years ago. It was my father's last will. Therefore, the Bear and asked for leave from work and drove in this weather with only one thought-to pass this photo and fulfill the last will of his father. Probably, the folder wanted that at this very moment when mother put the photo in his hand, we still once remembered how it was good to us together that we through tears smiled and though for a moment were transferred to that solar Saturday four years ago. And as strange as it was, it was as if we felt his presence next to us, as if he was standing next to us and remembering those very moments… he was a very good father, he was a very good man.

      Father buried, the Wake celebrated, and when relatives and friends have already dispersed, the mother asked: "all right son?»

      "Yes, mom, all is well, life goes on," said the son of the Bear and hugged his mother.

      The next day it was necessary to go to work, so without indulging in long conversations with his mother and sister, Bear went to the city.

      He began working life. Work, home, wife, friends – everything fell into place and rushed at an exorbitant pace.

      Promotion, salary increases, new acquaintances,