How I got cancer. Rami Blekt Intro to number four...
In the early morning, when it was still dark in the hut, and his mother was not milking the cow, Yashka got up, found his old trousers and shirt, ate bread and milk, and, taking fishing rods, left the hut. He dug up worms and ran to the barn, where his friend Volodya was sleeping in the hayloft.
- Isn't it too early? - he asked hoarsely awake.
Yashka got angry: he got up an hour earlier, dug up worms, wanted to show this polite Muscovite the most fishy places. Yashka is the best fisherman on the entire collective farm, just show me where to fish, and they will throw apples. And this - for "please", and he is not satisfied yet. Go fishing in boots!
- You should still wear a tie! - Yashka quipped and laughed hoarsely. - We have a fish offended when you poke your nose at her without a tie.
However, Yashka is not evil, he boasts of the best that is in his native village: the most delicious well water in the world, catching thrushes with a net, a two-meter catfish, which the head of the club saw in the bocha - he thought it was a crocodile ... Yashka tells about Fedya the tractor driver, who worked at night by the headlights, woke up - and again in the field.
Volodya suddenly begins to feel how nice it is to wake up early and leave the house, or even better, run, squealing with delight.
Yashka led the Moscow guest to a bochagu (pool) and began to tell that this pool sucks everyone in - such icy water there, does not let go. And at the bottom - octopuses.
“Octopuses are only... in the sea,” Volodya said uncertainly.
- And Mishka saw it! ... A probe is out of the water, and it’s fumbling along the shore ... Although, he’s probably lying, I know him, ”Yashka concluded somewhat unexpectedly.
The rods were abandoned. Yashka pecked - but broke. They waited and waited for a bite, they got tired - they stuck the fishing rods into the ground. Here again pecked. Yashka pulled out a healthy bream. And Volodin's fishing rod, together with a clod of earth, crawled into the water. The boy tried to save her, and fell into the pool. Yashka got angry with him, and suddenly saw that his friend was drowning. He fought, choked and made terrible sounds: “Wah-ah-ah ... Wah-ah-ah ...” The thought of octopuses flashed through the head of the village boy. He rushed up to call for help, but no one was there.
When Yashka returned, only the top of Volodin's head was visible on the surface of the water. Yashka jumped into the water, grabbed Volodya, but he clung to him so desperately and strongly, he began to climb so wildly on his shoulders that he almost drowned. Yashka pulled the drowning man away from him, kicked him in the stomach and rushed to the shore. He looked at the water - bubbles were rising on its surface. Yashka thought that he had drowned his comrade, and dived. He found Volodya entangled in the grass at the bottom. He pulled him ashore, began to do artificial respiration, shake his head upside down. Finally, water gushed out of the mouth of the drowned man and he came to his senses.
Both boys burst into tears.
- How I'm drowning-oo-l!
“Yes-ah ...” Yashka said ... “you drown-oh ... drown ... and I spa-a ... save-a-at ...
“The sun was shining, the bushes were blazing, splashed with dew, and only the water in the pool remained the same black ...”
Kazakov Yury Pavlovich
Quiet morning
Yuri Kazakov
Quiet morning
Sleepy roosters had just crowed, it was still dark in the hut, the mother did not milk the cow and the shepherd did not drive the herd into the meadows when Yashka woke up.
He sat up in bed, staring for a long time at the bluish, sweaty windows, at the dimly whitening stove. The predawn dream is sweet, and the head falls on the pillow, the eyes stick together, but Yashka overcame himself, stumbling, clinging to benches and chairs, began to wander around the hut, looking for old pants and a shirt.
After eating milk and bread, Yashka took fishing rods in the passage and went out onto the porch. Village, as if big duvet was shrouded in fog. The nearest houses were still visible, the distant ones were barely visible as dark spots, and even further, towards the river, nothing was visible anymore, and it seemed that there had never been a windmill on the hill, or a fire tower, or a school, or a forest on the horizon ... Everything has disappeared, hidden now, and Yashkin's hut turned out to be the center of a small closed world.
Someone woke up before Yashka, knocked near the forge with a hammer; and pure metallic sounds, breaking through the veil of fog, reached a large invisible barn and returned from there already weakened. There seemed to be two knockers, one louder, the other quieter.
Yashka jumped off the porch, swung his fishing rods at a rooster that turned up under his feet and trotted merrily to the barn. At the barn, he pulled a rusty mower from under the plank and began to dig the ground. Almost immediately, red and purple cold worms began to come across. Thick and thin, they equally quickly went into the loose earth, but Yashka still managed to grab them and soon threw in an almost full jar. Sprinkling some fresh earth on the worms, he ran down the path, climbed over the wattle fence, and made his way back to the shed, where his new friend, Volodya, was sleeping in the hayloft.
Yashka put his soiled fingers in his mouth and whistled. Then he spat and listened. It was quiet.
Volodya! he called. “Get up!”
Volodya stirred in the hay, fussed and rustled there for a long time, finally awkwardly tears down, stepping on his untied shoelaces. His face, crumpled after sleep, was senseless and motionless, like a blind man's, hay dust was stuffed into his hair, but it apparently got into his shirt, because, standing already below, next to Yashka, he kept pulling his thin neck, shrugged his shoulders and scratched his back.
Isn't it early? he asked hoarsely, yawned and, swaying, grabbed the ladder with his hand.
Yashka got angry: he got up a whole hour earlier, dug up worms, dragged fishing rods ... and to tell the truth, he got up today because of this scumbag, he wanted to show him fish places - and instead of gratitude and admiration -- "early!"
For whom it is early, and for whom it is not early! he answered angrily and looked Volodya up and down with disdain.
Volodya looked out into the street, his face brightened, his eyes sparkled, he began hastily lacing up his boots. But for Yashka, all the charm of the morning was already poisoned.
Are you wearing boots? he asked contemptuously, and looked at the protruding toe of his bare foot.
Volodya said nothing, blushed, and set to work on another shoe.
Well, yes ... - Yashka continued melancholy, putting fishing rods against the wall. - You there, in Moscow, they probably don’t go barefoot ...
So what? Volodya looked down into Yashka's broad, mockingly angry face.
Nothing... Run home, take your coat...
Well, I'll run! - Volodya answered through his teeth and blushed even more.
Yashka is bored. In vain he got involved with the whole thing. Why Kolka and Zhenya Voronkovs are fishermen, and even they admit that there is no fisherman better than him on the entire collective farm. Just take me to the place and show me - they will fall asleep with apples! And this one... came yesterday, polite... "Please, please..." Hit him in the neck, or what? It was necessary to get in touch with this Muscovite, who, probably, has never seen a fish in his eyes, goes fishing in boots! ..
And you put on a tie, - Yashka quipped and laughed hoarsely. - Our fish are offended when you poke around without a tie.
Volodya finally finished with his boots and, trembling with resentment with his nostrils, looking straight ahead with an unseeing gaze, went out of the barn. He was ready to give up fishing and immediately burst into tears, but he was so looking forward to this morning! Yashka reluctantly followed him, and the guys silently, without looking at each other, walked down the street. They walked through the village, and the fog receded before them, revealing more and more new houses, and sheds, and a school, and long rows milky-white buildings of the farm... Like a miserly owner, he showed all this only for a minute and then again tightly closed behind.
Volodya suffered severely. He was not angry with himself for his rude replies to Yashka, he was angry with Yashka, and at that moment he felt awkward and pitiful to himself. He was ashamed of his awkwardness, and in order to somehow drown out this unpleasant feeling, he thought, hardened: What imaginings!" But at the same time, with frank envy and even admiration, he looked at Yashka's bare feet, and at the canvas bag for fish, and at the patched trousers and gray shirt worn especially for fishing. He envied Yashkin's tan and his gait, in which his shoulders and shoulder blades and even his ears move, and which many village children consider to be a special chic.
We passed by a well with an old frame overgrown with greenery.
Stop! - Yashka said gloomily. - Let's drink!
He went to the well, rattled his chain, pulled out a heavy bucket of water and greedily clung to it. He did not want to drink, but he believed that there was nowhere better than this water, and therefore, every time, passing by the well, he drank it with great pleasure. Water, pouring over the edge of the tub, splashed him on bare feet, he pressed them, but he drank and drank, occasionally breaking away and breathing noisily.
Here, drink,” he said at last to Volodya, wiping his lips with his sleeve.
Volodya didn’t want to drink either, but in order not to irritate Yashka even more, he obediently leaned on the tub and began to draw water in small sips until his neck ached from the cold.
Summary
Yashka woke up when the sleepy roosters had just crowed, it was dark, the mother did not milk the cow and the shepherd did not drive the herd into the meadows.
After eating milk and bread, the boy took the fishing rods and went to the porch. The village was still asleep.
Having dug up a full jar, he rolled over the wattle fence and ran along the path to the barn, where his new friend Volodya was sleeping in the hayloft.
Yashka whistled, then listened. It was quiet. Yashka called Volodya again. He fussed and rustled there for a long time, then awkwardly tears, while asking a friend - is it too early?
Yashka got angry: he got up an hour ago, dug up worms, dragged fishing rods. He, in fact, started everything because of Volodya, wanted to show him the fishing spots, but instead of gratitude and admiration, he heard the word “early”.
For Yashka, all the beauty of the morning was poisoned. He caustically “walked” over the fact that Volodya went fishing in boots, and looked at his bare feet.
He was still a little angry at the polite Moscow sissy and was no longer glad that he had contacted him.
Volodya was already ready to give up fishing, but he was so looking forward to this morning. Yashka followed him reluctantly. They walked through the village, and the fog opened up new buildings before them.
Volodya suffered severely, felt embarrassed, angry because he answered Yashka awkwardly. He told himself that it was not important to go barefoot, but at the same time he looked with envy and admiration at Yashka's bare feet, at a canvas bag for fish and clothes specially prepared for fishing. He envied both Yashkin's tan and his special walk.
The guys passed by the well, and Yashka stopped, offering his friend a drink, because he considered the local water to be the most the best water which is nowhere to be found. Volodya did not want to drink, but in order not to irritate Yashka, he began to drink in small sips. Then, when Yashka asked if the water was good, he answered that it was good. Yashka did not fail to hurt his friend, saying that there is no such water in Moscow. I asked a friend if he was fishing in the city. Volodya replied that he had only seen how they were fishing on the Moscow River.
Yashka relented and started talking about fish and fishing. Volodya believed everything said by his friend unconditionally.
The village was left behind, undersized oats stretched out, a dark strip of forest was barely visible ahead.
Volodya asked how long it would take to go. Yashka replied that it would be soon, and asked to go faster.
They went out to the hillock, turned to the right, went down in a hollow, crossed the path flax field, and suddenly a river opened up before them.
The sun has risen, the fog has thinned. Heavy splashes were heard in the pools - the fish were walking.
The boys were almost waist-deep soaked in dew when Yashka finally said that they had come and began to descend to the water. He stumbled and flew down, scaring the ducks. Volodya licked his dry lips and jumped after him.
Yashka frightened his friend with the fact that no one bathes in the pool, because there is “no bottom” in it - it is so deep. Then he said that octopuses live there, and suddenly concluded that the village boy who told him about it was lying.
Having unwound the fishing rods, he handed one of them to Volodya and showed with his eyes the place where to fish, while he himself stared intently at the float.
Volodya also threw the rod, but hooked it to the willow. Yashka looked angrily at him, but suddenly saw that light circles were spreading around his float. He hooked with force and felt that a fish was entering in the depths. Suddenly the tension of the fishing line loosened, and an empty hook popped out of the water. There was no more bite, and he carefully stuck the rod into the soft bank. Volodya followed suit.
Yashka was a little ashamed that he had missed the fish, and, as often happens, he was ready to attribute the blame to Volodya. He thought that if there was a real fisherman in the place of his current friend, then Yashka would only have time to pull out the fishing rod. He wanted to prick Volodya with something, when suddenly the float moved. Yashka, turning pale, began to hook the fish and, as a result, pulled a large cold bream out of the water. He turned his radiant face to Volodya, wanted to say something, but suddenly his expression changed. He saw Volodin's fishing rod slowly sliding into the water, because someone was pulling the line. At that moment, the ground under Volodya’s feet gave way, and he, as if catching the ball, threw up his hands and fell into the water with a cry.
Yashka jumped up, scolded Volodya and was about to throw a clod of earth in his face when he emerged, but froze. Volodya, three meters from the shore, beat the water with his hands, throwing back his white face with bulging eyes to the sky, choking and trying to shout something.
Yashka thought with horror that his friend was drowning, and, feeling weak in his legs, he backed up from the water. Stories about octopuses immediately came to mind. He jumped out into the meadow, ran about ten meters, but, feeling that it was impossible to run away, he returned. There was no string in his pockets, and there was no one to call for help.
Yashka approached the cliff, looked down, expecting to see something terrible. He saw Volodya, but he no longer fought, but completely disappeared under the water, only the top of his head was still visible. Yashka jumped into the water and grabbed Volodya by the hand. Volodya grabbed
Yashka by the hand and tried to climb onto his shoulders. Yashka realized that Volodya would drown him, that his death had come, and trying to free himself, he kicked Volodya in the stomach with all his might. Feeling Volodin's weight on him, he tore him away from him, thrashed the water with his hands and rushed to the shore.
He came to his senses only when he grabbed the coastal sedge with his hands. I looked around - there was no one on the surface. Everything above the earth breathed calmness and silence, and meanwhile, a terrible thing happened: a man drowned, and it was he, Yashka, who drowned him.
Yashka took a breath, inhaled properly and dived. Volodya lay in the depths, entangled in the grass. Yashka, choking from lack of air at depth, grabbed Volodya by the shirt and pulled him along, surprised at how easily the body gave way. Then he surfaced, took a deep breath and swam to the shore. Feeling the bottom under his feet, he pushed Volodya onto the land face down and got out himself. Volodya's face was deathly pale, and Yashka wondered with horror if he had died.
Having got ashore, Yashka began to blow on Volodya's nose and put pressure on his stomach. Then he took the lifeless body by the legs and lifted it as far as he could. He began to shake, turning purple from the effort. And now, when he was ready to sign his own impotence, water gushed out of Volodya's mouth and a spasm went through his whole body. Yashka let go of his friend's legs, sat down next to him on the ground and closed his eyes.
Volodya gasped for air, but again *fell on the grass, choking with a cough. Water continuously sputtered from his mouth.
Yashka crawled away and looked at Volodya in a relaxed way. He loved nothing now in the world more than that pale face. He looked tenderly at Volodya and asked how he was.
Volodya remembered everything and also began to cry, helplessly lowering his head and turning away from his savior.
The water in the pool has long calmed down, the fish from Volodya's fishing rod has long since broken, and the fishing rod itself has washed ashore.
The sun was shining, the dew-splashed bushes were ablaze, and only the water in the pool remained the same black. The smell of warm hay and clover flew from the fields in the distance. These smells mingled with the smells of the forest and, together with the warm summer wind were like the breath of the awakened earth, enjoying a warm summer day.
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In the early morning, when it was still dark in the hut, and his mother was not milking the cow, Yashka got up, found his old trousers and shirt, ate bread and milk, and, taking fishing rods, left the hut. He dug up worms and ran to the barn, where his friend Volodya was sleeping in the hayloft.
- Isn't it too early? - he asked hoarsely awake.
Yashka got angry: he got up an hour earlier, dug up worms, wanted to show this polite Muscovite the most fishy places. Yashka is the best fisherman on the entire collective farm, just show me where to fish, and they will throw apples. And this - for "please", and he is not satisfied yet. Go fishing in boots!
- You should still wear a tie! - Yashka quipped and laughed hoarsely. - We have a fish offended when you poke your nose at her without a tie.
However, Yashka is not evil, he boasts of the best that is in his native village: the most delicious well water in the world, catching thrushes with a net, a two-meter catfish, which the head of the club saw in the bocha - he thought it was a crocodile ... Yashka tells about Fedya the tractor driver, who worked at night by the headlights, woke up - and again in the field.
Volodya suddenly begins to feel how nice it is to wake up early and leave the house, or even better, run, squealing with delight.
Yashka led the Moscow guest to a bochagu (pool) and began to tell that this pool sucks everyone in - such icy water there, does not let go. And at the bottom - octopuses.
“Octopuses are only... in the sea,” Volodya said uncertainly.
- And Mishka saw it! ... A probe is out of the water, and it’s fumbling along the shore ... Although, he’s probably lying, I know him, ”Yashka concluded somewhat unexpectedly.
The rods were abandoned. Yashka pecked - but broke. They waited and waited for a bite, they got tired - they stuck the fishing rods into the ground. Here again pecked. Yashka pulled out a healthy bream. And Volodin's fishing rod, together with a clod of earth, crawled into the water. The boy tried to save her, and fell into the pool. Yashka got angry with him, and suddenly saw that his friend was drowning. He fought, choked and made terrible sounds: “Wah-ah-ah ... Wah-ah-ah ...” The thought of octopuses flashed through the head of the village boy. He rushed up to call for help, but no one was there.
When Yashka returned, only the top of Volodin's head was visible on the surface of the water. Yashka jumped into the water, grabbed Volodya, but he clung to him so desperately and strongly, he began to climb so wildly on his shoulders that he almost drowned. Yashka pulled the drowning man away from him, kicked him in the stomach and rushed to the shore. He looked at the water - bubbles were rising on its surface. Yashka thought that he had drowned his comrade, and dived. He found Volodya entangled in the grass at the bottom. He pulled him ashore, began to do artificial respiration, shake his head upside down. Finally, water gushed out of the mouth of the drowned man and he came to his senses.
Both boys burst into tears.
- How I'm drowning-oo-l!
“Yes-ah ...” Yashka said ... “you drown-oh ... drown ... and I spa-a ... save-a-at ...
“The sun was shining, the bushes were blazing, splashed with dew, and only the water in the pool remained the same black ...”
Kazakov Yu.P.Quiet morning
In the early morning, when it was still dark in the hut, and his mother was not milking the cow, Yashka got up, found his old trousers and shirt, ate bread and milk, and, taking fishing rods, left the hut. He dug up worms and ran to the barn, where his friend Volodya was sleeping in the hayloft.
- Isn't it too early? - he asked hoarsely awake.
Yashka got angry: he got up an hour earlier, dug up worms, wanted to show this polite Muscovite the most fishy places. Yashka is the best fisherman on the entire collective farm, just show me where to fish, and they will throw apples. And this - for "please", and he is not satisfied yet. Go fishing in boots!
- You should still wear a tie! - Yashka quipped and laughed hoarsely. - We have a fish offended when you poke your nose at her without a tie.
However, Yashka is not evil, he boasts of the best that is in his native village: the most delicious well water in the world, catching thrushes with a net, a two-meter catfish, which the head of the club saw in the bocha - he thought it was a crocodile ... Yashka tells about Fedya the tractor driver, who worked at night by the headlights, woke up - and again in the field.
Volodya suddenly begins to feel how nice it is to wake up early and leave the house, or even better, run, squealing with delight.
Yashka led the Moscow guest to a bochagu (pool) and began to tell that this pool sucks everyone in - such icy water there, does not let go. And at the bottom - octopuses.
“Octopuses are only... in the sea,” Volodya said uncertainly.
- And Mishka saw it! ... A probe is out of the water, and it’s fumbling along the shore ... Although, he’s probably lying, I know him, ”Yashka concluded somewhat unexpectedly.
The rods were abandoned. Yashka pecked - but broke. They waited and waited for a bite, they got tired - they stuck the fishing rods into the ground. Here again pecked. Yashka pulled out a healthy bream. And Volodin's fishing rod, together with a clod of earth, crawled into the water. The boy tried to save her, and fell into the pool. Yashka got angry with him, and suddenly saw that his friend was drowning. He fought, choked and made terrible sounds: “Wah-ah-ah ... Wah-ah-ah ...” The thought of octopuses flashed through the head of the village boy. He rushed up to call for help, but no one was there.
When Yashka returned, only the top of Volodin's head was visible on the surface of the water. Yashka jumped into the water, grabbed Volodya, but he clung to him so desperately and strongly, he began to climb so wildly on his shoulders that he almost drowned. Yashka pulled the drowning man away from him, kicked him in the stomach and rushed to the shore. He looked at the water - bubbles were rising on its surface. Yashka thought that he had drowned his comrade, and dived. He found Volodya entangled in the grass at the bottom. He pulled him ashore, began to do artificial respiration, shake his head upside down. Finally, water gushed out of the mouth of the drowned man and he came to his senses.
Both boys burst into tears.
- How I'm drowning-oo-l!
“Yes-ah ...” Yashka said ... “you drown-oh ... drown ... and I spa-a ... save-a-at ...
“The sun was shining, the bushes were blazing, splashed with dew, and only the water in the pool remained the same black ...”
