Mystical Kiev and stories. V. Speys

boy sat down on a chair beside him and received a portion of roast meat, and then said:

      – Grandma, I will not eat fat. – What grandmother said, – You will not, because you will not.

      – That would eat bacon, then would have been strong, but not as thin as a rake. – I told our mother to us and began to pour the vodka into glasses. Filling said:

      – Come on, Nicholas, let’s drink to our acquaintance and that we lived and come to pass.

      – Tell me what’s making your uncle Gregory? What does?

      – Pigeon rides in the morning. – I replied.

      – All the same pigeon, as a child. – Could not stand grandmother

      – So, except for the pigeons, he no longer any classes? – Pouring a second glass Moonshine, his mother asked.

      – Well, why – overturning a glass, – I replied. – First he asked me to Aunt Wife, to the letter she had sent him a bushel foot Valik. And when Aunt Zhenya coming to visit him, will be ready for Valik boots, he sew.

      – Yes, he is a good master, golden hands. He told me, and we all sewed boots and shoes, very beautiful. All the girls on our street envied. I used to braid her hair, and go out with the girls stroll in the evening to the river. But how heavily the song, all the guys came running to us at the gatherings. Like this!

      – Oh well. – Summed up the mother. – I’ll go to your bed couch Cole, and then get up early tomorrow. And you, Nicholas, if you want, you can go out for a smoke. And in general, when you want, you can go to bed. – Pointing to a spacious bed in her bedroom at the wardrobe, his mother said, adding. – The door is open, we sleep with the door open. – With these words, I went to lay my bed.

      At this moment, I remain, as in a dream. I could not believe that this is all reality, not a dream, not a movie, but in reality. Wonderful. Metamorphosis of a continuum in which we live and will live. Using Proposition mother, I went out into the yard. Walk at dusk in the courtyard. He inspected the barn, which was our cow Zorka, and slept in a pig fence. I went to the restroom, which was behind the barn, and remembered Aunt Manya at the request of threshed grandmother coolies bread bat suspended on a stick-taped rawhide strap. And I’m on I unfortunately crawled out of curiosity, and received in the forehead. But it was time to go into the house, go to sleep…

      This autumn morning dawned warm and sunny. His mother was already at work. Grandmother swarmed the oven. I left the room and began to wash the garbage as it has repeatedly done in my time here. Gaining from a mug of drinking water in your mouth and his mouth watered at hand. Myles hand then, repeat the procedure, washing hands with soap suds. After washing, wiped with a towel. Grandma was invited to the table and me baby. I have to keep up the conversation, asked: – potatoes dug up already?

      – It has long been dug. We helped Niusia and children. – She had a mind of their children, and our aunts with Valiks.

      – Auntie, will not mind if I went to the park Valik?

      – Go, while I eat cooked.

      The kid was very happy, and picked up a ball. I took his hand, and we went out of the gate. There alleys of old lime trees planted since the time Tereshchenko sugar manufacturer, we have seen the way ants. As these workers, moving one after another, dragging on itself who slice the stalk of grass, one tiny leaf and who morsel black beetle wing. I’m walking with my little six year old copy of the park, I told him stories, in which heroes were brave and courageous travelers, the overcoming hardships encountered on their way. I felt like the boy was interesting to me, but what bothered me the most, is that I can not tell a child what to expect at will-present. But I wanted to do in that no matter what, and I could not. I could not because the baby immediately tells his mother, and she sure to tell about me in the village council Zdorenko, chairman. So I decided to build his sly dialogue. After all, I was left for two days.

      The next day came a cousin Nyuska. She was sixteen years old and she was considered Valik older sister, even though I knew it was not true. And that her baby could not stand for her hurtful and sociable character. We tried to escape with the baby in the park. There I told him the story about a boy, who at twelve years helped rescue two pilots of an unidentified flying object, or in other words, a spacecraft. And for that, the Rescue of Astronauts, the boy was awarded the unique abilities and even sang three of his best, the most important goal.

      – But if in your life will occur such an event that you would ask for?

      Kid frowned, thought for a long time, and then said:

      – I want to live forever and never die.

      – Anything else?

      – I want a lot of friends.

      – Anything else?

      – I want to help other people, not to hurt, and live forever.

      – Valik, when you have an event in your life, asks a lot of money, so that you can help people. Without money nothing can be done, even a dog to help.

      – And that I will have it?

      – All can be, well, just in case you keep that in mind, okay?

      – Yes OK. – The kid fell silent and deep in thought. Then suddenly he asked seriously:

      – And when it will happen.

      – I don’t know. I just told you, just in case, so that in life you take the right decisions. – The boy again seriously looked at me and said: – Uncle Nick, I’ll make the right decisions.

      – That’s right, well done. – Encouraged by the praise, the kid beamed a happy smile. And I began to speak to him one more case of his future:

      – Well, even when you might be ten years, never pull the colt Uncle Vanya by the tail. Because the colt hit you in the forehead. Horses can not drag their tails. Promise me that.

      Kid again seriously looked at me, then asked:

      – You, Uncle Kolya pulled the colt, and he banged your head on the hoof?

      – Yes. – And I showed him the scar on the right side of the forehead. The kid laughed good-naturedly, saying that he was not such a fool to carry the horses tails.

      – And you know how to fight? – I asked him.

      – What?

      – And the fact that when the son of Uncle Vanya comes to you and starts to tease you insulting words, it is better not to answer him.

      – Why? I told him how to give?

      – No, I do not. You’re stronger than he is a boy, but he can hit you with a stick of branched apple and will break your skull. Listen to me, do not plant it. Promise me good! So he did not say.

      – Well, I will not answer him.

      – Correctly. If you’ll remember, and do all that I told you, you will be strong, healthy and full of money.

      Kid confidently puffed out his chest, as if he was an adult and confident voice:

      – Uncle Nick, do not leave us, please. – Became a whimper. I took out a handkerchief, blew his nose and wiped his tears, to cheer the boy’s words: – Well, well, you’re a man. And men do not cry. – I looked at him, and I myself have a cat clawing like, so I was sorry for him. It was a pity himself. What am I going to do all year, how to live? And anyway, if I survive? The third day I spent with the roll in the park. We played soccer. Viewed birds of different colors, and again I reminded him of his clever stories that he kept himself. Before leaving, my grandmother gave me a letter to his brother. To the delight of my envelope was signed. I had no choice but to drop it in the mailbox in Kiev, when