1. Chapters from the novel "The First Woman". Chapters one and two
  2. Chapters from the novel "The First Woman". Chapters three and five
  3. Chapters from the novel "The First Woman". Chapters six to nine
  4. The first woman. Chapter Ten: Second Week (Monday)
  5. The first woman. Chapter Eleven: Second Week (Monday). Ending

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Chapter three

Sunday

George woke up.

It was dark and quiet.

He listened to his condition: the pain in the chest was gone, breathing was free - “The right was a doctor”

Again this strange dream.

Every time he repeated, as if scrolling film.

Strange dream of George
He rides a train in an reserved car. The night is coming. The bed is already prepared; he is sitting in front of him a bag with books. He opens the bag, all the books in place; closes and puts under the lounger. The conductor comes up and George asks to wake him up. At night, he go out.

Here the conductor wakes him up. He sits down, takes out his bag, opens and looks; All the books are in place, but one is missing. Painfully trying to remember which book is missing.

He always woke up at this place, lay and thought: which book is missing?
Georgy got up and, going out into the corridor, went to the toilet.

Voices could be heard from Artyom’s room, and music played.

The disco was over, the feast continued, and instead of George, Slavka.

The window is open, playing tape.

Iskander is sitting next to Lenka, a jacket is thrown over her shoulders, and tells her something in a low voice.

Slavka with Artem smoke and listen to the song:

Ah, white ship, alarm bass alarm

The cry of seagulls astern, the radiance of blue eyes

Slavka grins, remembering something, and says to Artyom - Turn on where Fedya is crying!

Artyom and Lenka smile, and Iskander, also smiling, but, not understanding the meaning of what was said, looks inquiringly at everyone.

- Tell him! - says Artyom and, having extinguished the butt, stops playback and turns the cassette over. Rewinding, and including playback, looking for a song

...

Where is Fedya crying

After the army, the main feature of Slavkin’s character manifested itself: he easily and quickly converged with people and made friends.

After serving, he returned to the institute, to the same brigade in which he worked before the army.

Restored to the faculty, but not for full-time, but for correspondence department.

Twice he tried to talk to the former Yulkin's boss (Julia quit after marriage), and now her husband, but Anton did not want to talk.

Slavka turned out to be a monogamous and Julia did not blame.

He blamed for the unfulfilled love on his shoulders and bore through life like a cross.

Perhaps this is precisely why that very trait manifested itself in his character, for he, drunkenly, told everyone, a newfound friend, the story of his Love.

In a hostel, the people, celebrating holidays and birthdays, gathered in company. Some companies, in their compositions, overlap, others do not. But Slavka was well received in everything and in any he was pleased.

He worked at the institute after the army not for long.

One more feature of his character was revealed: Slavka could not stand the routine of labor discipline and superiors over himself. This does not mean that he was irresponsible. On the contrary, he kept his word.

All this, in aggregate, and brought him to the people who were engaged in contract work. And speaking the language of the eighties - with the Sabbaths. Well, and if to speak in modern language: Slavka went into the construction business.

Working in one of these shabashek somewhere in the region at the construction site of the livestock complex I met and became friends with Fedya.

Fedya was not a simple shabashnik: he very seriously studied all the materials from newspapers, magazines and literature related to the management of the work by his own way and could talk on this topic for hours.

Short, lean and agile, well-read and with a competent speech, Fyodor probably would have liked the girls, if not for the ugly burn patch on the half-face and neck.

He was 12 years old when there was a fire in the house.

He woke up from cod. Jumping up from the couch, he saw flames that blocked the way to the door. A drunk mother slept on the floor. The younger ones, brother and sister, on the couch. He grabbed a stool and knocked the window out.He picked it up, and through the frame's door he thrust his sister and brother into the street. It was winter and there was a snowdrift under the window. He had already swallowed smoke and, kneeling, began to push his mother apart. She moaned, but did not wake up. Then he dragged her by the hand to the window.

Mother woke up when tongues of flame licked her heels. Jumping, rushed about the room, looking for children. Hearing them crying and seeing that they were on the street, she rushed to the window and only here, she saw Fedya. She picked it up and, together with him, squeezing the frame, fell out onto the street.

Neighbors were already running to the house.

He survived and with age healed scars between the healthy skin of the face and neck, and burned. But the overgrown skin no longer possessed, neither color nor elasticity healthy.

He read a lot and, once again, having come to the library, he saw an unfamiliar girl behind the desk.

Having handed over the books and, wishing to shine with erudition, he asked: “Do you have Agatha Christie?”

In those years, Christie's novels were published in small editions, so the answer of Lyudmila, that was the name of the girl, was - And who wrote?

She may have heard Agatha * Christie.

Fedi’s first thought was “I don’t make a mess of what?” And he quickly rewound the tape back a few frames. No, the question was asked correctly, and he answered - Yes, she, it seems, writes herself!

The girl was a little embarrassed, plunging Fyodor into despair, and laughed.

The arrow of Cupid pierced Fedino's heart.

Cupid reached for the second. But the arrows ended and Cupid flew away.

And in Fedin's heart a fire of love burned.

Alas! Love was not mutual! And Cupid was to blame for this!

- Look in the department of foreign literature, the letter "K". Can I help you?

Fede wanted to say so - "Yes!"

- I know! I myself!

Roman Christie's Murder in the Vicar's House, he found in the collection of a foreign detective story.

Fedya began to take smaller books in order to quickly read and hand over to the library.

He handed over the books, went into the hall and, going behind the shelves, looked at the girl through the narrow strip between the rows of books and the shelf.

He came to himself when she, without hearing any steps or rustling of pages, asked - did you not fall asleep there?

* Gemstone

On one of the holidays; On February 23, March 8, a group of friends gathered in the room of Artyom.

It was already well past midnight.

Already been drunk pretty.

Already went over the last common gossip.

Igrammagifofon

... Don't make my heart cry.

Lady blue. Love me too.

Lady Blue. Only love can save me.

Rescuemefrom...

Someone gently touched Slavka on the shoulder - Look, Fedya is crying ...

Slavka looked: Fedya sat with his head propped on his head, tears swelled in the corners of his eyes and rolled down his cheeks ...

... It turns me on.

When she talks. It's really getting strong.

Now love's taking shame. And you, you can't escape

Lady blue. Lovemetoo...

Another time, on the eighth of March, on the first of May, the company gathered in the room of Artyom again.

It was already well past midnight

Already been drunk pretty

Already went through the last common gossip

Played tape recorder

Oh lady lend your hand outright

Here at your side

"Have faith and trust in peace" she said

And filled my heart with life

- Artem, turn on the other!

- Which one?

- Well, that! - Slavka tried to remember the artist and ... remembered - Where Fedya is crying!

Fedya was walking with another company, and everyone laughed.

And so it went since then - “Turn on where Fedya is crying!” - although everyone already knew the name of the song and the artist.

Fedya, if he was also walking in the company, suddenly, being in the center of attention, he smiled shyly.

...

Artyomnazhknopku ...

... Don't make my heart cry.

Lady blue. Love me too.

Lady Blue. Only love can save me.

Rescuemefrom....

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