Alexey Vayamretyl is a samurai lying on clean water and his real Kamchat path.

Then, after saying goodbye to the young drug control officer for a while, Fyodor Viktorovich Romashin called Alexander to Sasha's office. Captain A. Sashin had served his required retirement experience for a long time and worked as a duty officer in the temporary detention center without bothering himself at all, as he had learned the rules of the local police system quite well, where he had been working for a long time, awaiting the order of the regional Ministry of Internal Affairs to resign and, having been assigned to him with "backbreaking" work, "well-deserved", taking into account the northern local benefits of a pension in the amount of eighty percent of his current salary, which is why he had to pull his local northern strap for an extra three years. Already this year, in the spring, the container was sent to the mainland, it seems to the Ryazan region, all that remained was to wait for the long-awaited order of the authorities about the pension, and you are a free bird. Live and rest, at least he'll have a pension for bread and he won't have to worry, but he'd have the strength and the skill to work hard. But the unexpected delay and this problem itself arose due to the fact that he had previously transferred here to the Tilichiki regional center from far away Kazakhstan, and then someone from the personnel department forgot to enter or maybe lost the order for his transfer at that time and now he was, as if not an employee of the Department of Internal Affairs of Kazakhstan. He has been gone for 17 years, and it is clear that, according to the documents available in his personal file, he is not an employee of the Kamchatka Department of Internal Affairs, although he regularly received his salary during all this time. Ha ha! … So much for the whole knowledgeable department, so much for the order after the collapse of the former USSR. The echoes of that catastrophic destruction of our mighty state and the subsequent collapse into "free" republics have an impact on the specific fates of such ordinary workers, and it is clear that not only in the rather closed system of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. This applies to the prosecutor's office, the FSB itself, and the army, which is the unshakable guarantor of our happy lives now. But these sad thoughts have been visiting Alexander Sashin for a long time, and now here are the everyday days of his work, here in Tilichiki, here in the north of the Kamchatka Peninsula, and you have to regularly pull your police strap, because of this eighty percent pension, otherwise you would have been on a well-deserved retirement for three years at the age of 37. when a man just kind of lost his temper, when a man can still move mountains. He had to wait here for exactly the increased pension that would allow him to be more free, and financially independent, far away from here, as everyone here says on mother earth. The adopted children are already on their feet, the only daughter got married, and has already given birth to her child, and her husband earns well in communication. But he personally wanted to have bees that were not fussy and calmly listen to their buzzing, putting his beam under a spreading lime tree there in the Ryazan region in his native lands, where he spent his childhood and his quiet youth. – I order you to find Nikolai Umyavilkhin in two hours and register him with us in the bullpen. He's had a fine for a hooligan at a dance there for three months now, issued in May, I think, and still hasn't been paid. Let him sit for a while, tomorrow we will register him through the Magistrate's Court for fifteen days. – I'm listening! And who should I hand over the IVS itself to? "What is it?" the senior officer on duty at the temporary detention center asked, turning a bunch of keys from the armory. "Andrey Gordienko will be there," the senior officer commanded and continued. – Yes, I don't think you'll be looking for him for a long time. You can look at Oksana Kukushkina, he's been living with her for a long time. Just yesterday I saw him at the House of Culture in Verkhniye Tilichiki. Indeed, it was only in a rather old and rusty police UAZ truck on duty that Oksana the Cuckoo arrived at her apartment, and her youngest son Max was at home.: "And Uncle Kolya," he informed them, "has gone to his friend Alexei Vayamretyl. His apartment was not far away, literally one house away on the next street. They did not start the car, but walked on foot and loudly knocked on a new, but, like all Koryaks here, a long-worn door, since it was glued either from pressed cardboard or just from paper and painted on top literally once. Although the house is new, it was only introduced in 2007 after the earthquake of April 21, 2006, memorable to all Tilichiki residents, when half of the house in Lower Tilichiki was damaged, and all residents were happy, who were waiting for certificates, and who were waiting for new, restored housing in Upper Tilichiki to live here, as before. But the housing built in such a hurry from goods purchased somewhere in China was clearly so flimsy, and also the smell in the apartments was either formalin or formidron, or benzene or toluene itself, which did not wear out even with the windows open all winter. Yes, the Koryaks and the local Chukchi did not close those windows, because in their plagues they got used to breathing fresh air without these foreign impurities, from which the head was so pestilential in the morning, as if you were painting car bodies in some workshop or something else. It is natural that an earthquake with a magnitude of 9.5 on the Richter scale left in the soul of literally every resident, everyone who felt it and experienced that significant notch of natural deep fear, it remained in everyone's memory for the rest of their lives, as well as the human neurosis, probably never extinguished even by time, among many local people who survived, both the earthquake itself on April 21, 2006, and the period until then, they restored all engineering communications and restored engineering support for people's very lives, and even built the upper village of Tilichiki on, that almost 3.6 billion rubles were spent on reconstruction from the all-Russian budget under a special program.

"Who's there?" – he opened the door of the two-room apartment a little bit, already quite cheerful, since literally from four o'clock in the afternoon they were sitting and drinking at the kitchen table and, as always, naked to the waist, Alexei Vayamretyl looked out of the door. On his left shoulder was an expressive blue tattoo in the form of a hollow Christian cross, which was not painted over from the inside. When his friends, or even numerous acquaintances, asked what it really meant, he himself could not clearly explain, since Vladivostok prisoners had tattooed him, it seems, when he was in an IVS in Tilichiki last year for not paying his next reckless fine because of a small bill he had arranged. debauchery and, as always, in the regional House of Culture and, as always, at their Saturday evening disco, when literally all Tilichik, and Corfu, as the local policemen called them, are not mature "cockerels" to show themselves in the district House of Culture., and choose the girls for yourself. Youth. Inexperience. The game of hormones. And, their special youthful homming that just came to them from the shores of the Pacific Ocean, their testosterone-filled explosion of everything and everything, probably for themselves, literally from the inside out, when their blood and blood are so bubbling in their temples, when it doesn't matter why or why, but it does matter, what and how, and when, is important because you're in this herd of males, and they're also looking at you, encouraging your arrogance, and not necessarily with a word, but with a look, they're definitely encouraging you, and it's clear that they're pushing you to show off your heroism, to that ritual act of a real male deer and chorus, who stands undefeated on the highest hill and contentedly examines his local expanses and contentedly examines his reindeer, tired and at the same time satisfied with the victory, examines his obedient harem. It's important that you still have the strength and energy. It is important that your unexpected fist strike is so accurate and so dexterous, and unexpected for him, and you strike at the very moment when your opponent is not yet properly prepared, when he is not expecting such a strong treacherous blow from you, not yet understanding how in such a situation a fragile body can have such an explosive muscular force that knocks it down in an instant on the ground, on the local age-old Tilichik rocky-sandy land, and when it is your opponent defeated, it does not matter who he really is, your friend or your enemy....

Then you and the still young Alexei Vayamretyl are taken apart by that inner boyish itch that comes from nowhere, and the highest pride in yourself, for your strength, for your courage and dexterity, and your ability to defend yourself, then your bragging is coming out of you, and you watch as In fact, your friends, your current drinking buddies, are reacting to your actions, rejoicing at their victory. Then you have such joy in your soul that you are so really strong, that you are also a real winner, and everything else, and even your imminent arrest, by the cops who arrived for fifteen days and it doesn't matter at such a joyful moment for you … he smashed two of his peers Oleg Gaichukov and Yefim Pantyukhin. all the Koryaks are Zapatniki, as he liked to say about their noses afterwards. There was also the boring Ivan Tnuptin, the "faggot" of the latter, and also the syphilitic man who tried to drunkenly rape the mother of his best friend Alik not so long ago. Their blood, there was a puddle on the concrete porch. But in the morning, over another bottle and a half of beer, either "DV" or "Miller", which was circling their young head, quickly reconciled with each other, and they had no real claims against Alexey Vayamretyl, since they were actually his relatives and local tribesmen, and they fully admitted their guilt, since it seems that they spoke hastily and not politely about his wife Mariam out loud, hinting at her outside connection with the builders who came to rebuild their village after a catastrophic earthquake from Vladik, or rather Vladivostok, far from here. But there was nothing anyone could do now. The ambulance was called by the workers of the House of Culture, who were afraid of blood at the time, because they thought that Vanka Tnuptin had really killed him, since the pool of blood from under his zapatka was a good circle from the basin. He lay unconscious for about half an hour, after Alyosha's right hook and the subsequent sharp, as always, left blow to his nose. And the ambulance workers, as always, promptly phoned the police about the fight in the village, and after an hour or two, the precinct officer and the cops on duty searched for them and interviewed all the witnesses who quickly fled, as Nurgaliyev himself, their Minister of Internal Affairs, requires them to register everything, even a domestic cat. I would have scratched you. And it's clear that we need to somehow increase the police staff, but for this we need to improve not only registration in the system itself, and it's important that even in that distant, described only by Alexander Solzhenitsyn and only by him back in 1933, and now in the 21st century, nothing changes in this very repressive system.. An instruction from above, and it is obtusely and formally carried out from below, and even more so, and this is because the government itself must systematically approach such complex problems as the law and its observance, primarily by police officers themselves. In such cases, the cops are like those vultures right there. All they had to do was figure it out and stop the sudden quarrel, as always. The indigenous guys themselves quickly reconciled because those of our all-Russian laws, which were written there, somewhere far away in our capital in Moscow in their local youth Tilichik, Nimylansk, Koryak and Kamchatka get-togethers, practically did not work and could not be fully applied in their mutual relations. And, for them, this rather light and harmless fight was that special, maybe even youth bravado, to show all their masculine prowess that was just emerging somewhere inside them, which was born somewhere inside them and had been maturing for a long time, regardless of their desire by someone. to be or to become. And they also wanted so much to show all their youthful strength, pumped up in the local gym, to show all their dexterity and all the special ability to defend their numerous tribe and their special youth hangouts, their principles that came from nowhere, which he followed like a true and devoted Kamchatka samurai, strictly observing his principles, strictly observing his principles, strictly observing his principles, strictly observing his principles, strictly observing his principles, strictly observing his principles, strictly observing his principles, strictly observing his principles, strictly observing his principles, strictly observing his principles, strictly observing his principles, strictly observing his principles, strictly observing his principles, strictly observing his principles, strictly observing his principles, strictly observing his principles, strictly observing his principles, strictly observing his principles, strictly observing his principles, strictly observing his principles, strictly observing his principles, strictly observing his principles, strictly following them, without deviating at all from the chosen path of life. It is clear that Alexey loved his wife Mariam so selflessly, so immensely, so in a special way, one might say, with childish reverence, and would not have shared her fabulous night bed with anyone, he would never have given her to anyone, although he himself was not averse to spending the night in a strange house here, and even there, where there were young girls who responded quite easily to his not-so-persistent courtship, since by nature Alexey was not a real philanderer or the same lovelace as his loyal friends Daniil Kokandya, Kolka Umyavilkhin, and Artur Yailgin. He was not yet a real Tilichik ladies' man or even a philanderer, seducing and collecting all the local girls or girls, as his older friend Daniel liked to brag. Or is it because of their local northern special semi-sleeping nature, dusted with white snow, that special northern explosive homming, inexorable to all of us, has probably not yet come to him, which literally at the end of this May, as soon as the last ice leaves the rivers, will so summon the entire Pacific red river to the local deep-flowing rivers that no distance, no distance, no distance, no distance, no distance, no distance, no distance, no distance, no distance, no distance, no distance, no distance, no distance, no distance, no distance, no distance, no distance, no distance, no distance, no distance, no distance, no distance, no distance, no distance, no distance, no distance, no distance, no distance, no distance stone barriers, no stormy rolling of it will stop its rune course, and then thousands of tons of it, or even a million tons of it, can still be caught here., without disturbing in any way that great Pacific natural balance and that eternal homing of their movement upstream of numerous hundred thousand Kamchatka rivers. Alexey loved so devotedly in a special way and also in his own way, and was faithful only to his fabulous, adored, magical Mariam and, he did not need any other women here in Tilichiki, others, even quite young girls, because now he did not need them, since his irrepressible life passion was only for his wife. only to his beloved Mariam. Although many women of the same age as his current wife, Mariam, stared at him as a prominent Tilichik handsome man, as well as a special article, he was always different, and even he could wear ordinary clothes like others in a special, smart way, and his clothes themselves were different from other guys of his local Namyl It wasn't bought by the tribe, or maybe given by someone, it wasn't that important. It is important that she was not like everyone else, but truly excellent, truly expensive and branded, truly highlighting in him all that is naturally his best, that Mother nature laid down in him from birth and proportional growth, and explosive muscular strength, and truly unknown from where by the age of nineteen, men had a special bearing and statuesque appearance, which somehow stood out in him in a special way, or vice versa, with those firm clothes and it was also emphasized, and she was easily noticed by the local girls and noticed by them… What was worth was his special strength and bearing, his especially fashionable clothes, which always suited his appearance, which, unknown to him, had been brought here and, most likely, had been given to him. No one could understand and know where he got such a different kind of Nimylan-Koryak smartness in his soul, a natural ability to show himself to others in the best possible way, which simply fascinated and fascinated anyone who had communicated with him for a long time, especially his peers, leading them into those special Nimylan wilds of his soul. passionately passionate.

However, it was then in a fight that he himself grabbed from his loyal friends decently. Bruises and bruises remained on his white skin, which was not typical for the Vietnamese, Koryaks and Chukchi, and on his swarthy body even after his release from the Olyutorsky bullpen. And then, for a long time, the bruises and bruises came off his battered young and lean, muscular body. And after that tattoo, he was lucky, he also caught hepatitis B and C in the camera, probably the needles and ink themselves were not of high quality, or one of the tattoo artists himself was a carrier of these now widely occurring viruses that affect the liver itself, and even our consciousness.… He then spent three whole weeks in the infectious diseases department of the district hospital, until he managed to improve his health and get rid of jaundice. However, he was lucky at that time that the course of the disease was not very severe and, literally on the 21st day, he was discharged from the infectious diseases department located in an old wooden building in Nizhny Tilichiki at 4 Shkolnaya Street.

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And

again

he

has a

conflict

with

the

district

police.

"So now we're breaking the rules here?" It seems that I have already paid all the fines I have for today to you or to some district budget, it seems, last week. Here are the receipts at the mirror," not at all afraid of the cops who arrived, he pointed with his left hand at the bedside table, which was literally at the entrance. – Oh, this time we're not going to you, my friend, but to your bosom friend and friend Nikolai Umyavilkhin. You have it, don't you?! Did your neighbors tell us correctly?! Captain Alexander Sashin insisted in his own police–like way, easily pushing Alexei away from the aisle, who was rather thin and frail, confidently stepping over the threshold of his spacious apartment on the first floor to see the entire corridor, slightly cluttered with children's clothes and toys. – yes! After all, he had only drunk one glass of vodka yet," Alexey Vayamretyl boasted, "and continued: – Kohl! And If!? It's you who the guests invite to the exit. Drink it quickly, or they won't let you go to the bullpen anymore. Or maybe it's better, comrade captain of the militia, instead of quarreling over our old friendship, we'll roll a hundred grams each, and then we'll disperse, like those ships at sea… And even, we can easily sign the protocol on the spot, as Kolka is my real friend and he is always so quiet, even though he looks like the local yerkum and can turn anyone into a ram's horn, even though you are here now. "It's going to be resistance, in the line of duty, you understand and know our strict laws, Alexei," the sergeant scolded the kid. "Yes, I know that, and I understand you," Alexey replied. And when he was drunk, he was particularly talkative and rather brave, slightly boasting, he continued: – Yes, and he didn't do anything today, as you can see, neither I nor he violated here, so you shouldn't arrest us and take us to the police department, comrades policemen, and even on duty.– the landlord of the apartment was already smiling in a wide smile. – Let him pay his fines on time, and then no one will look for him. And it will be easier for us," Officer Alexander Sasha continued. Nikolai Umyavilkhin himself came out of their spacious kitchen a minute later, hearing a conversation in the hallway, walking in his usual special waddle, really, like an autumn obese jericho, although he was not fat and not at all, and rather sad that he was interrupted by such a cheerful feast here with his best his friend and his wife, and their mother-in-law, whom he had set his eyes on for a long time and would not mind staying with her tonight, even if it was in the hall, even if it was on the floor, just to feel her flexible figure with his hands and feel his overstressed inner strength., which was literally coming and going for him every day. He was ready to lift any skirt now in order to feel like a fully mature local Tilichik hierkum. So what if she was almost 46 years old. There, the same actress Nadezhda Babkina and her young boyfriend seem to have a difference for all thirty years, and Maxim Galkin himself and Alla Pugacheva, after Philip Kirkorov, did not disdain using her body and, it also seems, 26 years difference in their age. Nikolai Umyavilkhin himself, without any police command, began to quietly and rather obediently dress in his worn denim jacket, tinkering for a long time with an unruly plastic zipper, which he had recently exchanged from builders for a bucket full of red caviar hawks. "How long will it take?" Nikolai himself tried to clarify with the police officer who arrived, not wanting to leave his younger friend Alexei and leave the local bountiful table, flavored with excellent slightly chilled vodka and even this fragrant Kultusha yukola. He understood that it was absolutely useless for him to argue with the police authorities now, since there was a fine and other sins on him, more than one protocol was there, hidden somewhere in their bottomless safes until special days… "You pay the fine, and then you're a completely free guy, and then you can go fishing in Kultushnoye or even on an adventure with Efim Shumov," the captain explained. – Alexey! My friend, just lend me two hundred and fifty rubles, otherwise Romashin will put me away for 15 days again," Nikolai asked his younger friend to borrow money to pay his long-standing fine, which he had long forgotten. "Well, where am I going to get you that kind of money, because you and I spent the last five dollars I earned for the fish today on groceries for my children and on those two bottles of vodka that are on the table," Alexei Vayamretyl himself defended himself. And on the food table, he only bought a kilo of rice for his children, and everything else went to the fabulous vodka he and his current mother-in-law Zoya loved and so intoxicated their heads.

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Nine

of the

most

famous

Japanese

samurai

biographical

information,

which

was

always

in

the

folder

of

Alexei

Vayamretyl.

Akamatsu

Mitsusuke.

(1381-1441).

Akamatsu Mitsusuke was the great-grandson of Akamatsu Norimura, who is rightfully considered the man who laid the foundations of the family's power back in the Muromachi period. Initially, Norimura supported Emperor Go-Daigo during the Kemmi restoration, but later became a vassal of Ashikaga. In 1336, Norimura was appointed governor of Harima, and by the time of the third Shogun Ashikaga, the Akamutsu clan already controlled the provinces of Harima, Bizen, and Mimasaka, and was one of four clans whose members were represented in the Bakufu (shogunate) samurai-dokoro (council of vassals). Mimasaka Province was annexed to the Akamatsu clan after the Yamana clan was defeated in 1391. The result was a prolonged confrontation between the Yamana and Akamatsu clans. It was a family feud that would make itself felt several generations later and would have a very sad impact on the fate of Akamutsu Mitsusuke. In 1408, the twenty-three-year-old Ashikaga Yoshimochi became shogun, succeeding Yoshimitsu. In 1427, a year before the death of Ashikaga Yoshimochi, the unpredictable and, according to some sources, half-mad, Akamutsu Mitsusuke was the governor of Yamana Province. Yoshimochi planned to replace Mitsusuke with Akamatsu Mochisada, who was rumored to be the shogun's lover. Upon learning of this plan and determined to destroy it, Mitsusuke abandons Kyoto and moves to Mimasaka, the former domain of the Yamana clan. Yoshimochi declared these actions a betrayal, ordered the army to go after Mitsusuke. However, this order was never carried out, and the shogun's entourage dissuaded him not only from pursuing Mitsusuke, but also from the idea of replacing him with anyone else. Yoshimochi's change of allegiance created an unbearably confusing situation for Mochisada, who took full responsibility for the political turmoil upon himself and committed suicide. Mitsusuke decided to retire from business for a while and became a monk, which he remained until Yoshimochi's death in 1428. He was succeeded by his brother, Yoshinori, who became the new shogun in 1428 at the age of thirty-four. In this deja vu-like mess, Yoshinori plotted to overthrow Mitsusuke. Like his brother and predecessor, Yoshinori, exactly one year before his death, started a plot to replace Mitsusuke with the widely suspected lover of Shogun Akamatsu Sadamura. But this time, Mitsusuke responded more decisively than he had twenty years ago. When the shogun returned from suppressing the rebellion of the Yuku clan in the northern part of Hitachi Province, Mitsusuke invited Yoshinori to his palace in Kyoto to celebrate the victory. During the festivities, when Yoshinori and other guests in the garden were entertained by dancers, several horses got loose, causing a general confusion. Mitsusuke, of course, planned this distraction and did his best to kill Yoshinori in the confusion. From the book: Lewis T., Ito T. Samurai: the way of the warrior (Translated from English – M.: Publishing house "Niola Press" 2008. pp. 52-53.