And the rest of the shift (!), Having met George, Kolka stopped, his knees were weakened, his lips curved and, pulling out his right hand, he began to laugh!

...

- You do not go foul. You are not like this: not a dork.

Georgy remembered how everything was tense when he heard an obscene speech on the street.

Then he was seventeen years old.

- Let's go to the house. I froze and want to sleep.

Alla, clinging to George, pushed him to the hotel.

Chapter Five Day Two (Tuesday)

At night in the village silence. Even the dogs can not be heard. The roosters sang, but no one got up in a hotel with roosters.

Baba Vare could not sleep.

A year ago, she buried Fedor and was left alone. They did not have children, God did not give them. The cow had to sell, one can no longer cope. She also sold hay to the bargain, and she saved the proceeds for a rainy day. What a fuckin day she didn’t know. But everyone said that, so she thought about it, when, wrapping a stack of storblevok in cellophane, she put the package in the chest.

The first cock crowed, another one responded to it. She did not hear the third. Apparently sang somewhere at the other end of the village.

Baba Varya sighed; when Martha was, she got up, dressed and prepared for milking. A year has passed almost as Martha sold, and the habit of waking up with the first roosters has remained.

The dream did not go, and she got up, got dressed, and made the bed. Beat the pillows and put one on top of the headboard.

She could not sleep with one pillow: she had a dream about her late husband with a pillow in his hands. He stopped dreaming when she guessed to return his pillow, which had been put in the chest, to its place.

Baba Varya went to the kitchen and, feeling for the switch on the wall with her left hand, turned on the light. Vaska screamed in displeasure, stretched out and walked, reeling, in the darkness of the room to inspect the dreams of mice.

She turned on the tile and, typing from a bucket of water in the kettle, set it warm. Going out into the hall, she took the garbage pail, into which she went at night, carried it out to the toilet and threw it on the grass. From the barrel scooped up some water, and rinsing the bucket, put it upside down next to the barrel.

The neighbors in the barn was burning light, strumming a bucket and heard the gentle voice of Natalia

- Well, Pestrushka! Girl my, stand on the spot, overturn the bucket! Well, my dear, a little more patience!

And jets of fresh milk froze and foamed, loudly striking the bottom and sides of the bucket.

In the east, the sky began to turn pale, and in the west it was black and strewn with stars.

It was probably beautiful, but the woman Varia did not separate the beauty of nature from nature itself.

Along the path, along the fence, there was a fisherman with a rod on his shoulder.

- Hello, Varvara Sevostyanovna

- Hello, Pasha! - by the voice recognized the son of Mary.

With Maria she worked in kindergarten. Baba Varia worked as a nurse, and Maria worked as a cook.

Mary was younger than Wari. She lived without a husband. She gave birth to her only son at the age of thirty, after having been fed by one of the visiting installers who were pulling past a power line village.

Baba Varia went into the summer kitchen, melted the stove and put the potatoes in the pan. Yesterday dug fresh in the garden.

And the summer kitchen, and a bathhouse, and Fedor built the barn himself.

In the barn there were only chickens. She did not heat the bathhouse; she went to the state farm on Saturdays.

Returning to the house, she took the teapot off the tile and, after turning it off, brewed tea. She went out into the yard again, and going into the summer kitchen, she opened the lid on a saucepan with potatoes. She stabbed the potatoes with a knife, pushed the pan to the edge and closed the lid.

- Bab Vary, take the milk! - Neighbor Natalia was standing by the fence that divided the courtyards, with a can of milk.

Baba Varya left the kitchen and took the milk.

- Wait, now bring the money - she said Natalia and went into the house.

- Give back then, bab Var, not in a hurry.

In the kitchen, she poured some milk into her mug for herself and Vaska. She closed the jar with a lid and put the milk in the fridge.

Vaska poured milk into a bowl and sat down to drink tea.

...

George woke up.

He lay down, listening to the silence, and sat down, lifting his legs to the floor.

Vitali was not, the rest were asleep.

I got a watch from under my pillow - 7:20.

After dressing and tucking the bed in, he took a towel and went outside.

Vitaly flopped at the washstand. A bucket filled with water stood at a distance.

They greeted each other.

- Pour water? - Vitaly, wiping his face and neck with a towel, went into the house.

Filling the washstand and hanging a towel on a nail driven into the wall of the barn, George went to the toilet.

The door to the toilet had to be held by hand so that it would not open: there was no hook.

- “Yeah! Only the two walk: one is sitting on the point, the other door props up. It will be necessary to make a hook.

Rinsing his face and hands, he returned to the hotel.

Vitaly was lying on a made bed, the rest were asleep.

- Well, what, need to wake up? - George looked at Vitali, he nodded.

- By the lift!

There was a knock at the door from the women's room, and she slightly opened herself. - Men, are you dressed? May I go out?

- Come out, we are not shy - Vova sat on the bed, covered with a blanket.

The door is still opened and looked out Lyubaha.

- Oh, yes they are still sleeping! Come on girls.

The girls and Alla, having said hello, went outside.

The springs creaked and, one by one, everyone got up and, dressing, began to make the beds.

Neighbors drivers also got up.

Peeked Andrew - Great guys! I will put the kettle?

- Put it! - answered for all Vadim - We are in the canteen.

- Yesterday we already received outfits, we will drink tea right now and on horses. In the evening, give you a pack of tea.

- Two! - Vadim smiled and immediately added - Just kidding.

The women are back.

- Point shit! Washstand empty! Chief, are we going to wash with icy water all the time? - Lyuba was looking indignantly at George.

- They, all, bath! State farm stoked only on Saturdays! What are we going to be dirty all week long ?! Not a wash! - sorry - No feet to wash! What are we, warm water in a kettle and run to the toilet with a mug?

- And I can pour some water! - Vova laughed.

- Not funny! - Lyuba blushed, her eyes flashed behind the lenses of glasses.

- Vova! - George, restraining a smile, and showing concern, looked at Volodya.

- And what am I? I was joking! - conciliatory grunted Vova.

- Flat jokes !! - angrily threw Lyubaha, and went into the room.

...

In the dining room, breakfast was served at 8:25, and at 8: 35 they were on board.

The board is a gray, one-story log house with a low ceiling. Vitaly almost touched the ceiling with his crown.

The director was already waiting for them in his office.

“We'll give the travelers now to the accounting department,” he said, and opening the door to the corridor, he called, “Tonya, come in!

- A young, stout woman came in, with brightly painted lips, in red, with a deep neckline and dress.

Vitali, from the height of his height, saw the woman’s magnificent breasts and, with a smile, looked away.

- Tonya, issue! - the director handed her the paper.

- Sit down! - the director pointed to the chairs along the walls - Now ...

They knocked on the door and immediately opened.

- Come on uncle Grish, and where is Raisa Maksimovna?

- She, enti, clothes Tonke suffered.

Uncle Grisha said hello, looking around the city.

- Sit down, uncle Grish

- Yes, I, Valer, had already been out in the morning, with the peasants, then! - and uncle Grisha sat down.

- Can you? - a woman entered the office without knocking.

Face, young, but with a weathered, with burgundy blush, skin. Growth above average, in a jacket, in a long skirt and canvas boots. A scarf is tied on the head, which makes it seem even higher. The woman was not thin, but looked a little angular. She could not even be called cute if it were not for her eyes: dark brown, lively, perceptive and strong-willed, they gave Raisa Maksimovna a unique charm, and attracted a man’s look.

Greeting and seeing Vova, smiled at him.

- Sit down Raisa Maksimovna! Now we will distribute workers! ...