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"We've been squeezing each other for four and a half years.... Everything was and as soon as it wasn't. He does not want to give us God's child, so there is a reason for that" – once at dinner mishkina's wife mentioned.
The bear took a hard look at the plate. He has long understood that miracles do not happen and everything that happens is logical and reasonable. But to justify this problem, he could not.
"As you can see is" – he drawled in response.
***
After this conversation, the last six months of life together bear Often noticed that the former fire of married life has long ceased to warm them both, to revive the flame did not work, although attempts were made. Joint trips to the resorts for a couple of weeks, a weekend in nature, not once met the dawn on the white Sands and saw off the sunset under the crackling fire on the banks of small Siberian rivers. And when for the second month in a row went to bed back to back, mishkina wife offered:
"Mish, you're thirty-four, fourth dozen, I soon exchanged, but it was no use. Not life this. You're a great guy, husband, friend, but I can't go on like this. Then let's separate."
Over the past two years, Bear and he came to this idea more than once, so with relative ease released his wife.
***
A year later, Teddy learned That his wife gave birth to a boy.
"She may have already met someone when we lived together for the last months. Yeah, probably dated. Well, God grant that now all is well with you", – was spinning in his head.
Having saved up for an apartment and bought it in the place where he wanted, Bear continued to live alone. Nothing and no one not like.
"Why, thirty-seven is not a term," he repeated more and more often.
And here, when the chain of measured boring days, at the end of the working week stretched, having planned work of the subordinates beforehand, the Bear went home.
It was a normal Friday of a normal working week. I didn't feel like going home. I did not want to call friends, girlfriends, I just wanted to walk in the Park, on the pavement, on the back streets and the paths on which I ran as a child. I remembered how I went on these paths with my father on a fishing trip, barely keeping from the wind four-meter unassembled fishing rods. I remembered the disappointment in the eyes of the mother, who saw the catch and understands that now a good half of the day will have to process the fish, cleaning it from scales and giblets. I remembered how the race with his sister raced to the post office to buy stamps in their collections. How proudly these collections were shown by mother and father. How all these events filled life with new joy, new meaning. How I wanted the night to fly by instantly, and to come back joyful, cheerful, emotional, rich and unique new day. And it became so sad that now these new days have become commonplace, predictable, gray.
"Haven't been to the mother's sister and I can wave to them on the weekend" – I thought suddenly.
On the street already was felt cool evening breeze. With grey sky and rain drops from rare. And only when the weather became gloomy, and the rain increased, thoughts of happy children's days disappeared.
A little wet, but happy walk Bear had dinner, put a hot glass of tea near the window and sat down beside him. He loved to look at the view from the window, especially in the rain. Outside the window of the seventeenth floor was a beautiful view of the Park and the river with bridges and piers.
"Good here, but sometimes so eager to get out of here," he slid a playful idea. The bear looked sadly out the window, which began with the strengthening of the beating rain, and with insight in my mind, I remembered how once, the phrase said by one girl in a distant village. It's been three years since she said that.
"I wonder what her life is like now."
But, to go to her Bear was not going to remember as a fact, and then the phone call took his mind into reality with their work concerns and obligations.
The next morning he was going to visit his family. Bought some huge grocery bags early Saturday morning, as he often liked to do while everyone was sleeping, and headed down the familiar road to his mother and sister.
The morning was clear, the road is clear, and it seemed nature was welcomed at every mile lone Mishkin BMW. How nice it is still a little early foggy morning to go on an empty wide road on a fresh car, quietly listening to your favorite music and enjoying the awakening of the day.
Making a couple of stops on the road, usbdrives, running a few laps around the car, he again sat behind the wheel and was driving with a clean bright thoughts to his family. But suddenly he saw how in the course of its route, two guys pushed into the ditch of an old "Moskvich".
"Oh, poor fellows… who, if I help them", – with this thought Bear stopped the car near the guys who flew off the road.
"Healthy guys, got a rope?»
Are you pulling? Not sorry "CORONAS"? You are on the machine?»
Bear smiled…: "Throw me the hook."
When both machines are exactly on track, the guys said that flew in the night on the street when Lil squally rain. While pushing the car, burned the clutch and now do not know how to get home.
"Do you live far away?»
"Well, about ten kilometers or fifteen to the convolution and then there is a dirt road four kilometers," hope said exhausted guys.
"Well, let neatly behind me, the rope seems normal again, will stand only in the ass not push when I'm braking at convolution".
One guy got behind the wheel of "Moskvich", and one next to the Bear to show the way. Went slowly, talked, moved down in the necessary parcel of the road, slowly moving pits and bumps, and only when the guy said that now there will be a hole on the right side of a hefty, which you need to go around, Bear realized on what road he was going.
For three years, Mishka went to the village to his mother five or six times, he, of course, remembered how he turned the wrong way, but could not find this Congress, and did not look much. The road has changed a lot.
"Now here we go just a local country – said the guy from the neighbouring seat is there before the track is laid, and now the road is overgrown, the asphalt had heaved, cracked".
"That's why I did not know this way at once," said the bear to Himself.... How and where to go next the idea he already had. It's a really strange coincidence. The guys lived in the same village, which threw three years ago Bear. He drove the boys to their house, did not take money from them, even though they offered, only asked who lives in the house at the edge of the village. The guys responded that they have lived their friend Gregory with his girlfriend, a rare harlot, who allegedly was imposed to him and his friend Wadano who rolled the "Moskvich" at the gate.
"Is it those same Mitka and Vadka that kept plaguing his old friend," Shiv thought Mishkino consciousness.
The guys told in a friendly way to his Savior that Grishka then finally drank himself and went to live with his parents, and the girl and now lives here and none of the guys to not admit.
Well, how could you not come by, God himself commanded.
The Windows of the house were open, and from there came the speech of the announcer from the TV broadcasting the Olympics. Sveta sat on the floor, covered with a Palace, with her back to the window and watched the competition, snapping seeds and throwing the shell through her head out the window. The announcer famously announced:
"Olympic athlete from Russia took…»
"And does not give", – hoarse, quiet, but spreads chills Svetka, interrupted the speaker behind his head, as if familiar once voice.
The girl turned around and was stunned. In front of her, leaning on the sill, stood a Bear.
"Where have you been, bitch" – through the tears and a smile rushed to hug his light.
History repeated itself. There was also tea brewed on herbs, and twenty minutes not without benefit spent, and Svetka's story about how she lived these three years and hoped and waited that he will return here that at least once to look into his eyes and to remember one of the most memorable evenings of the life. Sveta became even more beautiful, more relaxed and more desirable. Now there were no obstacles to create a new happy family and the proposal to become a second wife Bears embodied in reality, only now the second wife in life, not on the bed.
To his mother with his sister, he arrived in the evening and not alone. She asks family liked it, and this sympathy was mutual. What else do you need? The Foundation of the new family was laid for three years, and today the formwork was removed, and the first brick was laid in the long-term construction.
Lived in the city, the rest went for a weekend in the village Svetkin house. I didn't want to go to the resorts, go to the movies, go somewhere far away together to strengthen the relationship… it was all unnecessary. In the morning Bear with a joyful and happy smile went to work, and in the evening happily hurried home. He dreamed about it long ago, and here came true. Sveta also found an interesting job in the rehabilitation center, gave lectures, and they gave their results.
***
Thirty years have passed since then.
***
Mikhail Sergeyevich is still happy, lives with Svetlana Viktorovna, who brings up two children a year with age difference in joy and love. The children were already under thirty, they have all evolved quite naturally and calmly, measured.
And now, in the minds of our heroes, there was only one unsolved problem, a thought that every day more and more tugged at the consciousness. What was that all about? Are there actually people who can change the scenario of fate, are we in your life Directors of their movie, or everything that happens, happens to the smallest details in the written script. After all, remembering the past, you realize that not just for a long time were not born children with their first wife, that is not just so, once it was necessary to be in an unfamiliar village. That's the way it was necessary to get acquainted with his future wife, and it is not immediately, but only after only three years. We had to decide to go to her mother's sister in the Saturday morning, and, accordingly, it was necessary to make the Friday night walk, revealshow childhood memories, when I flew the route two village "gouging", leading our hero is in the village, to the same girl. And, in the end, it was necessary to die to the father a day before I brought a family photo with which all this history began.
Then it does not fit into the head of how a single mechanism intertwines several destinies, and in fact the fate of all those who participate in our lives, so that the circumstances of our life evolved in a very certain way. Accordingly, our destiny and we regulate a number of destinies of all those whom we meet on our way of life. And if so, then it can not touch friends, acquaintances, acquaintances of our friends, up to random, or then "random" in quotes, passers-by, who in those seconds and minutes when they see how we pass, direct their gaze at us, bypassing what they do not need to see. Mutual fates form the lives of specific people, cities, regions, civilizations. To look at this mechanism at least one eye, but judging by the fact that we do not see it, we should not know about it…
Strength test
Late autumn. In the children's boarding school №7 all preparing for the night. Behind the streaks of hastily wiped Windows, one can see falling yellow leaves of trees. There, behind the grocery store has almost disappeared the sun and the nurse, for half an hour trying to put the children to sleep.
"Vitya, what are you doing here? All gone to bed, your comrades for the second dream, I suppose, you see, and you're here. Go.»
"I don't want to dream, nanny. Because every time I dream the same dream that never comes true."
The nurse took my hand and led me to our bedroom. The guys pretended to be asleep, and only when the nurse came out, the room gradually began to open the dreary eyes of the same poor fellows, like me. When in a half-asleep state I turned over on other side and turned the head on a pillow in other party, felt sharp pain from fresh put bruise by the senior children. We didn't share the ball on the Playground, and I got a black eye. But this pain could not be compared with the one that burned my heart every day.
"Mom, how did it happen that I was here when you pick me up" – I whispered quietly and helplessly.
And now, being a forty-year-old man who does not have his own home, no family, no sensible work, I still feel this chest pain. But one fact still causes a stingy smile-so there is still something to hurt, there is still something that feels, and therefore not all burned…
***
At the city airport I sat on watch for the seventh year. Who not only had to work during the period of his worthless existence. The loader was in a warehouse, the security guard worked Nemer, the janitor, the receiver of glass container, the postman, I very much liked this work, but the drunk company which met me on the way sent me for two months to hospital, with multiple bruises and the crack in a bone which has received as a result of blow by a baseball bat on a foot. But as a child I often fought and accustomed to endure pain, and the wounds will heal and life will go on. Here in the hospital I met an employee of the city airport, who later helped me to get here, and here I am working in this quiet place for six and a half years. The place is good, I am eternally grateful, to the neighbor on chamber that it helped me to settle here, unfortunately, it here worked not long, and here five years I didn't meet it. Airport employees, of course, I know in person and even some know something from history.
Vaughn Alexander Samuilovich-Director of our airport, passed.
«Hello.»
Here come the dispatcher
«Good morning»
Here are the cleaners have already finished the shift, going home…
"All the best, goodbye…»
Well, here's day two. And in my spare time I clean two entrances in the neighboring house. Work is not so much, and all, some no penny. Of course more difficult in the winter, the snow laid all the time, but nothing but have something to do.
People here are nice, always say Hello, and not "for show", but with a soul, a human being. It is a pleasure to work with such people. Girls sometimes second entrance while waiting for the guys, say to me a word, a couple three minutes of precious communication, and then for them come in expensive cars with open Windows, which rumbles music. Girls about thirty, and they all walk, have fun. So funny. A couple of years ago, I had a friend with charming blue eyes. But then she moved to another city, and I stayed here. Were the girls at the youth… but that was long ago it was, and there was not anything interesting.
"Great, Vitek" -shouted from around the corner. It was two brothers from the third apartment, we sometimes sit with them on a bench in the evenings. -Come here?»
They went with the" two " beer to our shop. I finished sweeping around the entrance and joined them.
"You heard, to us here in the sixteenth apartment new residents are occupied. Ignatia grandmother sold the apartment, moved out to the daughter in Stavropol, and we're gonna have new neighbors, let's see what there is for fruit."
"No, I haven't heard anything about it»
"And look, "zilok" pulls, just seems they're taking things. Well, what's that, what's that???»
To the first entrance a car came along, I stood next to ZIL. Out of the car is not a familiar family, the movers jumped off the truck, and began to carry things to the entrance.
A man, forty-forty-five years old, a woman with him looks pretty well, two daughters, probably them, ran after the movers.
"Okay, guys, I have an early day tomorrow for a change, well catch you there sometime and get acquainted" – and I went home to my room in the Dorm allocated to the airport.
***
When I was walking home next to the road, a big black car stopped not far from me, the tinted glass of the front passenger door came down, from which a shaved man looked out.
"Hey, bro, you don't need a job?"he said in a hoarse voice.
I looked around, there was no one around me.
"Yes you, you say, a hundred bucks a day plus a meal, but we must decide right now»
"And what should be done?"I asked.
"You worked as a security guard? Well, that's generally the same, but the level is different. So what? Thinking?".
"Well, I can't right now… I have a shift in the morning. If there is only according to the schedule agree»
"You che you are stupid, you brother, you on change for a month pay so much how many here in two days you will have, let solve a question, and tomorrow evening after six we will approach you".
All evening I was tormented by doubts: "it is Interesting, it is interesting, money certainly would not prevent very much, but that there for work such highly paid and why addressed to me – it is not clear. I did not quit yet, I agreed with the shift workers to work together for a couple of weeks without me, and then the situation will become clear."
In the evening of the next day I got a call at the door. On the threshold stood the same clean-shaven man. Without waiting for my invitation, he came, threw on my sofa, ironed strict suit, a large package of food and said that tomorrow at six in the morning will come for me.
"You have to be at the parade by six, full, clean and shaved," the uninvited guest said, pointing to his beard.
"Wait, I haven't agreed to work with you yet?»
"Do you mind?"– don't looking back already sitting in the doorway, delivered the guy.
It was somehow not with his hands, and feeling his intonation is insecure.
"No…" I said hoarsely.
"So, until six in the morning" – a man slammed the door.
***
I have been so delicious did not eat, Yes, frankly, do not remember eating there ever be something like that. In the left package there were fresh vegetables, baked ham, two kinds of sausages, shrimp in vinegar, fresh loaf, Ukrainian bread, red caviar – tasty…, and some convolutions with cookies and some sweets.
Rights was Alentova in the movie "Moscow does not believe in tears," saying that after forty life is just beginning. Full and happy I lay down on the sofa, turned on the old TV and dozed off quietly.
***
A knock on the door woke me up. When I opened it, I saw the same man who promised to stop by at six in the morning yesterday.
"Yeah, well, I didn't think you'd be ready for shit by six, so I stopped by at five in the morning. Get ready, come on – " he told me as I was already running into the bathroom with a towel.
