But he took a beer and stood at the table, and stood drinking, thinking that it was in his hand that they were selling beer: after all, against the background of public fumes, his personal fumes, Ivanov, would not be noticeable. The guys stood around, drank humbly - all the same scientific and practical to transfer to new rails, yet, fuck, House of Sciences and Crafts - not a mess, not a beer.

Next to Ivan at the table were the guys, too, about forty years old. And one of the two, looking at Ivan a little cautiously, quietly but distinctly said: “We will drink. It is necessary to drink, in order not to go mad in this society of fagal evil ones. ”From the point of view of common sense, it was insane to answer, it was dangerous to answer him. But Vanya was jarred by the inaccuracy of definition, for looking at the pantry room with a look, Vanya opened the heart with joy that, judging by the number of people who drank beer, there were few “vicious fagots” in society. And he, smiling, quietly, but distinctly corrected his neighbor: “We’ll say better, in this temple of material idea.”

The guys thought, and then nodded pretty: “Gee-gee-gee! That is correct, yes! Gee-gee-gee! It's in the vein! ”

And they, having lifted glasses, from drunk at once to a bottom. Because, gentlemen ... Because standing like this, talking to a person, drinking beer and thinking at the same time “a snitch is not a snitch” is just the same as talking in love, fearing about “will rise, not rise”. Because ... Because you should not be afraid! Because ... Because - it is necessary to love, fucking, man !!

He blew a bell, inviting everyone to the assembly hall to perform an act - a scientific and practical one, on transferring to a new track. Entered The room was huge. Portraits, posters - a well-known thing ... Kumach there. On the stage there is a tribune with a serpastic coat of arms.

Ivan and the guys looked closer to the door and away from the scene. And the stand-up in a good party costume has already risen to the rostrum and from the quarry he has inflated an endless phrase about the objective laws of transition to new rails. Lively at the beginning, the people calmed down quickly and peacefully snuffled, somlevaya from beer. Only the angry fag in the first row of something nervously scribbled in notebooks.

Well, what was to be done? Do not sleep well! The guys say to him: “We will play poems.” - “This is how?” - “And this is how we say two different words to you, and you are one of them, which means - verses. Do you understand? ”

“I understand,” answered Ivan, “well, let's say two words.”

"Well, for example, even so, look - look back, wake up."

For a moment, Ivan thought briefly over the task, and then, shaking his head with inspiration, began:

Wake up, to hell, look back ...

But the guys interrupted him: “That is, how is this“ to hell ”? Why? "Look back" - well, does it mean, hell, that is, behind? If it's your own behind, it's a misfortune, and if someone else's is completely immoral, you know. "

“Oh, no! You are simply ignorant of verse! - Ivan explained to them, - This “horse-radish” is not in the meaning of “horse-radish”, but only as an inter-house. So simple, by the way, for communication. Or for euphony, if you want. That is, you understand, “horseradish” in commas. ”

And the boys' eyes cleared, and the brow cleared, and Ivan saw that they begin to understand the high versification. And Ivan remembered with a quiet, bright joy that in his wardrobe, in his coat pocket, Waiting for him was Bauma, a dormant flame — a mayonnaise jar of liquid the color of human tears. That is, it will be possible after all to go in the break in the toilet and crack a little with the guys. And, covered with a wave of warmth, kindness and love for a man, he really wanted to tell the guys about it and opened his mouth too ... And the muzzle from the tribune of ka-ak barked at Vanya: “Ma-la-doy! What is this talk? Pivka went over the canteen ?! ”Vanya was cringing all over: it wasn’t his eyebrow - the proud face went right into his eye. But he lost himself: “Come on, get out of there.I tell you, young man! Move to the wall, yes, closer to the podium, so that you can see! Well, I'm waiting - I will not continue the report until you sit down. Quickly!"

Hall woke up. Eyes were fixed on Vanya. And Vanya ... He was not a hero that morning. He gave himself a carve. He dutifully reached, stumbling over his feet, against the wall.

Oh, I conjure you - do not drink!

By the wall in his head, he said, “The endless My heart began to shout, sweeping ... swept from fear, floating away from myself in waves of nausea. And two executioners approached - "surely something will happen" and "there is no place to go" - and myta ... and they have tipped the soul of Ivan. And cruel pity scolded Ivan's soul. Because he knew that he would not help anyone with anything — he would go home half-drunk and half-mad and would be in the kitchen, hiding from everyone, to get along with the rhymes of unimaginable life. And all this is so far from the device, from the good, and mom will cry, and in vain he will moo, explaining to her that he is a poet, but still she loves her very much - it is impossible to explain anything to anyone! And a stutter ... and with a cold neon light in the eyes of his wife, young contempt and resentment, and vzvёt Ivan: "Well, s-why do you, woman, so much contempt?" squabbles - the wife with the mother in law does not get along.

"Oh my God! Abba Father! Whom did you leave me for? ”- Vanya, mired with torture, cried out and raised his eyes to the ceiling. But he did not see the sky there and not the angels, no, descending into it, but something big of gypsum, something that didn’t look like anything at all, something terrible. He got a little away from the wall and understood everything: they hung over him, buried in their noses (the last two — in the backs of their heads, and the first — into the space) three creators of the material idea. From below only three fiercely swollen nostrils and shreds of them were directed forward aspiring beards. Enchanted by the spectacle, without stopping, he stared at the wall, and it seemed to him that the creators of the material idea were crawling along the wall, pushing each other with their noses.

“Maybe the“ roof ”has gone?” Ivan thought in fear, and grabbed his head - the “roof” was standing still. And the creators of the materialistic idea, pushing each other with their noses, in dialectical self-development of contradictions, noses and beards, crept along the wall steadily forward and forward.

Disgust and horror seized Ivan at the sight of the revived idol. As if Ivan woke up: “No, wait, what am I doing here? No, wait a minute! Is it me, who was laughing arrogantly in those - KGB fat - muzzles ?! I, expelled, fucking, from everywhere - in the vagrancy of this ?! I am the legend of the five hostels of the Moscow University (university - “y” is withdrawn by the author to save the meter), like a pathetic bug sitting here and shivering from the hails of this sniveling hari ?! ”

And as if some kind of force pushed Ivan - he jumped up and with a piercing cry, “but would you go to-aa! ...” sharply rushed to the door. And behind Vanya, the bas-relief fell, fucking! And the white dust rose from the fragments of shapeless gypsum and from the ruined chairs, to cool down even from the vanilla ass. And the hall shuddered with a screech. * * *

He came out again in the autumn - the late autumn frowned. For a long time he called God, for a long time, he awfully waited for an answer, in the autumn alleys, like a ghost, dangling. Not wait. And again my heart sounded stronger, I ordered a cruel pity. Yes, now, of course, the scandal is inevitable, and the house of cards of the device, unjust, pitiful, that he erected ineptly for his young wife and for his mother - he, of course, is already buried under the plaster fragments. The scandal is inevitable - the muzzle will report to the party committee, and even these will come in - the KGB snouts: “Again for your fucking!” The scandal is inevitable. Well, again - everything is a joke, crooked somehow, explaining that the poet is supposedly not a loser. This is how it turned out fucking around. And the worst thing is ... Read more →