a human-colored tear, an elegant tea cup with water, a crust of black bread and a garlic clove. In Ivanov’s muddy gaze, full of agonizing anxiety, it all seemed to be some sort of rack that Baum certainly wanted to pull him up. And Baum pressed his paw and buzzed, and buzzed: “No, well, quit ... No, well, quit, this is in the vein! Count to five - and forward. It is in the vein! Come on, old man! ”

And Vanya - decided! Oh, does the wretched human language describe the whole horror of aversion, the whole infinity of moments of tormenting torment, while the transparent flame poured from a small jar into Ivan's stomach. Like an epileptic outbreak! And if to Mahomet in that flash — his — all the charm of the world was revealed, then Vanya was exposed to all his abominations. Shut up ...

Fuck! Well, here, at last, and the amendment came true. And now, sneaking, a white flame inflames, rises up, flushes red on Ivan's pale lanitah, and now plays brilliantly in the eyes that have come alive - ffy, the amendment has been made. And now everything is nothing. Everything, look, and arrange in life. And he messed the demon with mortality with it in the morning. No, still we shall live - that, that, and - we shall live!

Baum is also a bear, it would seem that he is capable of understanding something - and with what joy of angelic, she contemplates the amendment of Ivan purely. As if a great miracle he contemplates. There he is, in — he how pretty he squints, Baum, and moans something.

“Well, why did you squint something, Moiseich?”, Says Ivan, smiling, “Ah? I can not hear ... What are you moaning something? In the vein, eh, speak? In the vein, in the vein ... ”But Baum shakes his head: they say, you are wrong, not in the vein.

“It's like, that is, right? How is it not in the vein? That is, what, you want to say that all this wandering on the verge of vomiting, all these sufferings, all this, in short, the amendment is not in the vein? That is, in vain, perhaps, you want to say? So what did we fight for, Moiseich ?! ”Ivana, of course, leads a little and, of course, he and Baum argue a little, it’s easy, he’s smiling, he and Baum argue.

But Baum - he is boring, but he is kind, Baum, to Ivan. And so he explains to him: “Not, Wan, not, you, Wan, throw ... This is in the vein ... But you would have to disappear from here. No, you quit ... these women, the bosses ... ”

Ivan throws up his hands: “But where am I going, Moiseich? I have to go, after all, no-ekuda, fucking Moiseich. And then, how can I take it and leave? After all, they will write hooky, Moiseich. I’m somehow here, I'm quietly. ”

But Baum squints pretty and presses Ivan into a bear paw: “No, Wan, no, well, you quit ... It's in the vein. No, come on, I arranged, you hear. No, come on, old man! You will go, old man, now to the House of Sciences and Crafts. ”

“This is how I go there, Moiseich? For what, I'm sorry, will I go there, Moiseich? ”

But Baum cheerfully squints and presses Ivan into a bear paw: “No, come on, I made it. I arranged everything, old man. Today, this is being held there ... as is its ... conference on the transfer to new rails. ”

“Oh, you-s! As you said?"

“Scientific and practical ... on the transfer to new rails. I wrote you down, ss, a delegate from our office. Yo ys. No, come on ... It's in the vein, old man. It is in the vein. "

“No, Efim Moiseich, you are a bro-axis! This is not at all a stranger, Yefim Moiseich! ”- howling, Ivan stood up from under the paw of a bear. This terrible mixture itself - this blue blood with alcohol - began to bubble with blue boiling water in Ivan: “No, no, no, you throw it, Efim Moiseich! Yes, you ... Yes, you at least understand what you are mooing about ?! Is it me who went through the carpet of those fucking corridors? I, expelled, blya, from everywhere and laughing defiantly in those chekist fat mugs - on scientific and practical on transfer to new rails? Laugh if you please, fucking ?! ”

And, having risen from under a bear's paw, he stood before Baum pale, angry and seized by alcohol.

Moiseich was a little shy, his eyes were blinking. And then he looked at Ivan with a sad smile. Lifely - lifely he was wise, Baum. Incomparably wiser than Ivan with his blue boiling water.And that is why he looked so sad at Ivan and snarled softly and gently to him: “Don't, come on, old man. Well, where are you, think, go? Here you stay - you yourself understand ... YUYS ... These women, bosses - teach, dogs. No, come on you ... These are those, you know, things ... And home is also not in your home - the wife is there, the bazaar, the mother ... I know? No, you throw ... These are the ones, you know, things. "

And all the abyss of his fall was revealed to Ivan. This is “nowhere to go” in the failures of greyish, tangled everyday life. This life surrounds and strangles and strangles Ivan. This time - it only drives and drives, and Ivan under his scourges is like a savrac ... "What are you doing with me, O Lord God?" Ivan sounded boldly and bitterly, "This is your grace, Lord. God, when there is nowhere, nowhere, no-ku, yes to go! "

And Ivan drooped his head and dropped a tear in a mayonnaise jar. Baum's heart was cropped ... bleeding, responding to Ivan’s flour. No, not with that blue boiling water, but with simple human blood. And Baum, again crushing him with his paw, moaned: “I will escort you ... Yyyy ... To the door. No, you throw, Wan ... You throw, old man. These are the other things you know. ”

And unnoticeably in the doorway, he shoved Ivan a mayonnaise, tightly closed, a jar of liquid the color of a human tear: “On, take it, Ivan. It is in the vein. You go there in the toilet during the break and this one ... This is in the vein. These are the other things you know. ”

And parted. And, obliquely crossing the thoughtfulness of the bitter parks, he walked away, thinking bitterly, Ivan to the scientific and practical one on the translation into new rails.

Oh shame! Oh shameful! Oh, I conjure you - do not drink! * * *

The House of Sciences and Crafts was located above the Volga in a mansion that survived those, you know, affairs, as Efim Moiseyevich Baum would say. An alley of old trees, overgrown with power, led to it, and the beautifully severe Volga rolled its gray, cold waters over it, enclosed in a frame of its golden and purple autumn shores. The place is wonderful! If you wander along the alley like this, thoughtfully head slightly tilted, and inhaling the drunken wind of the Volga - the moist air of the crimson oak forests, mixed with the smoke of the burning leaves, then it really seemed to take a walk in a noble nest.

But out of thoughtfulness, the mosaic on the facade of the Scientific House led out - later education. There, above the columns of whiteness, on the facade, piled cubism with futurism in embracing. Oh, there was such a fucking, realm of abstractions that Dali would not have had at night in a nightmare! There - sickles with hammers, there - the terrible size of the ears of fantastic gold cereals curled between the gear wheels of the nepome ... not-me-eernyh designs. And one - but as a symbol of the whole team! - with square muscles all, inspired, leaned on a huge lever, or gate, and wildly fixed his eyes somewhere behind the Volga, with his other hand clutching a demonic scarlet banner. And she twisted, squirmed the perforated snake of a punched tape, wrapping it all around, like Laocoon with his sons. There ... Do I, by raping inert language, describe this realm of futurokubsurrealism! It b and Dali ... Yes it b and Dali would not have dreamed on a black night in a nightmare!

And under these vaults entered, tormented by conscience, Vanya. Yes, like this, on the carpet and entered past the grandmother-watchman, sleeping under a ficus, was tortured ... by the conscience of Vanya.

But in fact, the conference was not bad. On the scientific and practical it was, so to say, not bad - even the beer was given in the buffet, sausages. The people were pleasantly surprised by the sale of alcohol - all the same scientific and practical, ordinary, not a meeting of members of the regional committee. But something strange, secret, something Ivan saw in this beer: as if they wanted to tell the person some terrible news, but suddenly they were frightened, they gave up and said: “Come on ... I am so ... I lied. I'd better sing to you, you know. ”That was how it seemed to Ivan. No, well, he got in line, of course, behind the “Zhiguli”, but again at him, as if out of a window, into eternity open, he breathed: “Mortality! ... Read more →