Preface of the author
This part - the final one - is laid out only for those who read the first three parts of this story (I answer in advance possible questions like “What does a similar story do on a porn resource?”). I apologize to everyone who read me for such a long silence - I just could not get the story to end. Those who want to join this small company are welcome).

Chapter 6. “Fish count”

As Arlo Guthrie and Joan Baez, who have closed this day, performed, no one from the company has seen. Everybody slept - even a baby.

In the morning Stewart was awakened by a helicopter that flew low overhead. The guy opened his eyes and immediately closed them - the sun blinded him. The next moment it went behind the cloud that spoke in Charlie’s voice:

- Stu, get up ... Stu, help is needed, get up!

Then the cloud gently poked her foot into Stewart's side, and he opened his eyes again:

- What is it, Charlie?

- It is necessary to clear a place for a helicopter. They brought food, but the pilot had nowhere to sit.

Stewart almost woke up and raised himself on his elbows:

- to clear? From what?

Charlie waved his hand. Stuart looked around.

Yesterday, a peaceful green alfalfa field looked like a battlefield at Gettysburg. Everywhere, as far as the eye could see, they slept - on sleeping bags, and right in the mud, and even on the hoods and roofs of a few cars, on which the first lucky ones got. The cars themselves were slept asleep, not to mention those “five buses from Oregon”.

- And how can this be cleared? - the puzzled asked guy.

“I can't imagine myself yet,” Charlie said. - We'll get the guys, Uvi will come. We will think something ... Only need to be faster.

- And the helicopter? So will it be circling?

Charlie did not answer and pulled Stuart. He got up, and the two of them, drowning in the mud and carefully stepping over the sleeping, began to make their way behind the stage, closer to the forest belt - there were fewer people on that side.

“We have several tents behind the trees,” Charlie explained as he went. - There is a kitchen, "small stage". Even the first-aid post was put up at night - remember yesterday's helicopter? It would be nice if the helicopter sat closer to that side.

- Medical center, speak? - Stewart even stopped - So it is necessary to take Flo there with the child - let them look. And the rest would send - Molly, Kim ...

“Let's take it, let's take it, don't worry,” Charlie said impatiently and pulled him along again.

Along the way, he took with him all the hangovers, so that soon there were about a dozen of them. When they reached the site, there were already about a hundred people - most of them from the “hippie police” - two of whom were distinguished: a thin, thin, man of very uncertain age, dressed in the style of American pioneers-farmers with a constant scarf, and a short sturdy middle-aged with the face of a retired marine. These were two leaders: one — the Hog Farm commune of Hugh Romney, better known as Wavy Grevy; the second is the Communion “Happy Pranksters” from the West Coast, Ken Babbs. They talked anxiously, looking around and occasionally glancing at the sky.

- Maybe on the ropes reset? - suggested Babbs. “Is there nothing beating in there, has it?”

Wevi, smiling broadly, shook his head.

- There is no fighting, but not a single helicopter will have enough fuel, Ken - to spin on us and wait until everything is thrown off. - He mumbled: he had only two upper teeth in his mouth. - There is breakfast for four hundred thousand, count it? Goldstein tried. So we will spend the whole day on accepting everything ... And is there anyone there to throw off? No-ee, you need to come up with another ... In the cordon to get up except ...

- What is it like? - Babbs did not understand at first.

“Hold each hand and make a ring,” said Wevi.“The more people there are, the bigger the ring will be.” And the helicopter will sit there. And then we drag.

“This is not serious,” Ken shook his head. - No one will stand when the helicopter lands.

“One and a half to two hundred will stand,” he assured, still smiling. - And who will not stand ... well, flies. Real trip is cool, man! - And he turned to the others, explaining to them what to do. Ken grunted incredulously.

By the time attracted by the gathering, a few dozen more people joined the crowd, and Grevy was able to quickly organize people to clear the space and create a ring. The helicopter managed to make a couple of laps over the field, and when he was above them again, Ken began beeping heavily. The pilot understood the signal, and the car began to descend. Stuart doused with a hot wind. The guy involuntarily bent his head, covering his eyes and tightening his hold on Charlie’s hand — to the right — and to an unfamiliar blond haired, short-haired young man — to the left. The wind killed his breath, cut his eyes - Stewart could feel it even through his closed eyelids. Ears laid by howling screws. For a moment, it seemed to the guy that the helicopter was about to land on him - the howl was so close. The body stiffened, his head pressed into his shoulders.

Finally, the helicopter sat down, splashing dirt. Stewart held his breath. The noise began to fade, ears gradually postponed. Soon the screws stopped. The guy took a deep breath, hardly uncoupled his hands, and saw Charlie run to the helicopter and immediately got lost in the crowd that formed next to him. Then the first cargo flew out of the hatch, and the crowd turned into a chain of ants.

The next few hours, Stuart, along with everyone carrying heavy bales of soy sauce and vegetables in the kitchen. In one of these walkers, he saw Charlie rushing past in an unbuttoned jacket, shouting to him on the move: “I'm for Flo!” Stewart's first impulse was to run after him, but then he changed his mind, deciding to meet them at the med tent.

This turned out to be sensible: while Stuart took another bale, asked where the medical tent was and got there, Charlie and Florence were already standing at the entrance with the child, waiting for the Italian doctor to finish the conversation with two young men in leather sleeveless jackets on a naked body. Stewart came closer and heard:

—... mostly cuts. Several cases of eye burns - three or four. Some boobies threw LSD and looked at the sun. There are two cases of sound burns.

- Sound burns? - one of the interlocutors asked in surprise - a short, very young guy with a shock of curly hair and a detached-alien glance, because of which his friends sometimes called him "space elf".

- And why are you surprised? The doctor shrugged. - You have installed such a stereo system - you can almost hear it in Woodstock itself.

“It's all the same strange,” said the second, lanky. - Yesterday only folk singers performed ...

“Remove people from the speakers,” the doctor advised. - I understand that the folklore will not end. But if heavy bands come out ...

"Elf" shook his head:

“It’s just impossible, Doc.” So many people ... And there will be even more - the weekend has begun.

“I warned you, Mr. Lang,” the doctor said almost indifferently. - And there - your business. By the way, you have so ineptly organized everything ... The nurses arrived only today. There is not enough medicine. Unsanitary conditions. I do not want to prophesy, but I would be very surprised if it goes without a lethal outcome.

Lang said nothing, the lanky man began to reconcile:

- Doc, yes everything will be fine. By the way, do not want to throw? Relax at the same time ...

The doctor stared at his simple-minded face for a minute, as if trying to figure out if there was any trick, then he stretched out his hand:

- Let's...

Charlie decided it was time to intervene:

- I beg your pardon, doctor, can you look at the girl and the child? She gave birth at night, maybe she needs help ...

The doctor froze with an outstretched hand, then he was about to say something, but the teenager who had flown into the tent interrupted him:

- Doc, rather! There one guy knocked the tractor!

Glancing emphatically at Lang, the doctor quickly went after the teenager, throwing the nearest nurse as she went: “Look at the woman in childbirth.”Behind him ran out and ...