Introduction et rondo capriccioso.

(Village chronicles of the times of young Alexander)

From the author.

Gray ash of memories. He runs off between the thin fingers of a woman in a black scarf. Yellow wax runs down your fingers like a long-dried tear. But the wax does not burn, as can burn tears. He is like tears in only one; he washes and soothes the inconsolable soul. But it seems to her that the imperishable soul has already turned into ashes, and the wind is playing up spinning into tornadoes and tornadoes that were Trees, Kisses, Flowers, Love ...

I would like to start that way. But this is not a detective story, where everything begins with a corpse in a green suitcase ... My heroes made so many riddles to me that I could not solve them, so this is not a story about love. Maybe this story of sin and passion. I do not know, it ... Decide for yourself. It all started not with black paint. Maybe with black pants?

Chapter 1.

At home, the folder went in amazing pants. Black, smooth, incredible width, tied with a drawstring at the waist, of thin flowing material, they made it mysterious and inaccessible. And above the belt to the pants did not rely anything. Sometimes a strange bandage around the head, this is when the folder was very out of sorts. Or doing gymnastics. In the attic, he had something like a gym. There he spent about two hours every day. And so what did say hard. Sometimes silently, sometimes eerie and hoarsely shouting in time with the movements. I was there the road was ordered. Yes, and my mother never looked back.

And now she herself has risen to him, and this, out of the ordinary event, responded with chill in my restless soul. Even my heart skipped a beat. And I, as the last spy and scoundrel, crawled up the steps.

- I think you're really crazy!

- So I'm wrong!

- In general, of course ...

- Already something, and in particular?

- I do not know Misha. Maybe not now.

- Yeah, it will resolve even through forty. Zhenya, Zhenya, it was your idea ...

- I'm a fool. Dura with a capital letter. This is your daughter!

Yeah, it turns out about me. Folder is right - one crime always pulls along a lot of others. At first I spied, then I lied without a twinge of conscience, and now I listened to everyone and everything, shuddering at the foreboding of inevitable retribution.

- Sunny, since when have you become so respectable, pussy?

- After what I blurted out to you without thinking about the consequences. We are both crazy. You can be forgiven, you picked up everybody there, and I'm a fool!

- Kisonka, firstly I am not going anywhere - we agreed once and for all. Secondly - the first time I meet such a sweet fool ...

- M - m - m ...

All clear kiss. Or reconcile in such a strange and long way. They never swore. Until now, at least. I'm probably a fool too. I stand and listen as my ancestors suck, right up to the groan and, probably, paw each other. So kissing at attention is impossible. Oh, that's me.

- I want you...

- Sunny, do not deviate from the topic.

- He also wants, don't you feel ...

- He wants to perekhet. Bug does not indulge, otherwise ...

- Bear do not dare to offend him. And me too. Mi-ishka, he goes down! Blackmailer. You are a sexy blackmailer. Nasty little boy.

Mama uttered these words in such an offended tone that I felt sorry for her. Just like a little girl, from whom an adult lobster took away her favorite ball. And who it is, it seemed to be about me.

- I agree!

- Right now? Call her?

- Do what you want nasty boy. Well, you and the blackmailer! He listens to you badly, for that I will kiss him.

- Zhuzhelka ... Zhenya, oh, what are you doing, nasty girl.

- Umm-mm. Sweetie...

It seems agreed. But what about. The first time I hear the folder to persuade his little Zhenya. Usually she doesn’t read him anything. Strange, it seems not a despot, but everything according to him. It was then I realized that he was cunning, he knew what she would not refuse him, well, she asks, even demands. Scream.

What did they agree about? My God, yes they are there again! How then in the bath! Or I went to the roof, and everywhere it seems the same thing.

No, for sure. Fucking !!! I and such about the parents!

Fool you Shura, fool!

I do not remember how I was behind the house, at the lake. And about this bath. Bloody bath, with which it all started.

A fresh breeze on the cheeks cooled a little and reddened skin and glowing brains. Touched still hot ears and seemed to feel better. Only brains like hot buckwheat porridge do not think a damn thing.

So what are they doing there? Intercourse They make money. Love each other. Love - perhaps the most conciliatory.

What people do together, never for me was a secret. And the word is simple and capacious - fuck. Easier not where. What is so special - fuck. In the village and do not hear that.

And the kids, where they come from is clear. Once even saw. The neighbor had some sort of sudden birth. So she almost gave birth on the porch, and I even ran home for towels. Folder said - well done. And my grandmother found out and for a long time went bankrupt. Ah, mental trauma, ah gentle maiden psyche. Like I'm a psychopath who is ten years old.

Only well done Annie, not me. She almost did not scream. I learned that behind the car in the second brigade they ran, stopped yelling, and only said “fucked up, here I am having a face”. And then - “Shurka - a mock-up damn, drag my towels all weary and on - mother peremat ...” Then I didn’t hear anymore - rushed like a torpedo.

She managed ... The baby fell right on the towels, and the clerk who had come running ran off the umbilical cord when she kicked me out. The baby let's scream, and Annie cry. Quietly so, probably, from happiness.

And the fact is that she is upset. This is her second. Both guys. Man she has in! Healthy as an elephant and red. And the guys are red. Lech, her man, the house with his own hands otgrohal. Does not smoke and drinks only on holidays, with a folder. Comes to the folder in the blue beret and “hello special forces”. At first, the folder tried to reason with him, he seemed to have nothing to do with it, but Lech only laughs and “I will recognize my dear by walking.” So the folder at all his eccentricities hand waved. So it turns out that we are living with our neighbors for a sweet soul.

And on Annie I am not mad. About how she called me with a whipwind and forgot about it at all. In ordinary life, she never swears and does not even scream at her man. And why shout at him. She is as big as an elephant and very beautiful. The women were very jealous that they live so peacefully. So they began to run to Annie to go around, gossiping that she was walking there and then walking. And little friend in the area.

No matter how much Anyutka is. Hee hee hee, yes ha ha ha, well, and walks. So after all, he is so healthy. He probably alone is not enough for me.

And the eyes, the fear that her eyes at this time. If she had looked at the apple tree with these eyes, she would have lit like a haystack. Only women do not care, they thick-skinned can not see anything. And soon again - “Ah, walks! Oh, walks! ” Just a mixture of malice with envy.

And Lech, where he would not meet his Anyutka after work, grabs her in his arms and, despite the protests, gently carries her home. Once he grabbed her near the store, and in her arms, along with her purse and baby, she sang a lullaby before the house.

Calls me cuma and laughs. Think of that. His youngest - Sasha I really like. He so giggles, tries to grab his finger and even more reddish than Lech.

Lech, Lech ... And what shall I do? I sit around this svolochnaya bath and suffer the unknown. With her, it all started.

I do not like the bath very much. I don’t like to bathe or bathe there. I can wash at home. We have souls. As in a city apartment, with tiles. Truth and toilet in the same room, ...