to talk? Or, did they go by?

- Plow! This is chaos! - and one of the men moved to Sandro

- Stand, Lyokha!

Pasha could not understand what was holding him back. Too calm and sure was a man who went against three. So calm that even he calmed down.

“Okay,” Pashka grimaced. “Tell him not to go to Margo.”

- Okay. I will say. But you tell Margo to come here no more.

- I will say - pashka blurted

Sandro left.

- Pash, what the fuck? Somehow not for the troops!

Pashka chuckled - Are you something, paratrooper? He's not the one to margot

Brakes squeaked from the street, the door slammed.

The driver ZILka walked to the porch dorm.

- Hello, Uncle Gene! - called him Pasha

- Hello, Pash! How is mother? Cured hand?

- Well, yes, sort of.

- Say to him hello. Here is life, in one village, and I visit, once a month. Business trips, cleaning.

- And right now, then where, Uncle Gene, looking at night?

- Yes to the station. It is necessary to meet one more business trip, in exchange for those who left. For senior and ...

George came out onto the porch, hearing how ZILok pulled up and braked.

- Hello

...

For an hour and a half they were dozing in an empty train station, waiting for the train to arrive.

When they announced the arrival, went to the platform.

With a dozen passengers, and only one went to the station.

Petya!

With a backpack and a guitar!

They greeted each other.

- Come on!

- Backpack and guitar can be in the body

- Nah, guitar with me! - Peter threw a backpack in the body

This time they were driving on a field road, and when Zilok stopped at the hostel, it was a quarter to three in the morning.

He pointed to the bed and Petya, without tucking, lay down on the mattress, covering himself with a veil - In the morning I refueled. Good night.

In the morning, Peter didn’t sleep much, he tore his head off the pillow, but George said - Sleep before dinner. After lunch to work.

Petya, Raisa, took a plumber to talk, and George, having spoken for Vova who had fled, took her to Erofeich.

Erofeich already worked.

Acquainted with George, turned off the installation and explained how to turn on, for what devices, with what interval, monitor and how to turn off.

Launched the installation and ...

— Jora! Slaz-ka, look at the second Noria! Che, then she does not pull a fuck!

Zhora climbed up.

Upstairs, on the site, two gear motors with belt drives on the shaft of drum nori.

One glance was enough to understand what the problem was. The welded frame from the corners, on the first, near noria, burst along the seams, and the shaft of the drum with the pulley, pulled to the pulley, on the shaft of the gear motor. And the belt slipped.

George examined the frame: it was all motana and rewound with wire. Vova tried. Vova wound the whole frame with wire, but there was little sense in it. The simplest solution would be to weld a new frame and replace it, especially since they were bolted to the stove.

Having gone down, George said that to Yerofeich.

Well, you already guessed that George heard back.

- One moment! - he said to Erofeich, and went to the warehouse where he repaired the unit. Under the wall of the warehouse he saw, covered with rust, pieces of pipes.

Having chosen a suitable one, in length and diameter, I returned and climbed up, screwed the pipe, pulling, like a stiffener, two corners. I also had to go down behind the keys to loosen the belt tension and then throw it on the pulley. Checking the strength of the hand, twisted thrust bolts, creating tension.

I went down.

- Well, what, Jora, run?

- Run!

Erofeich went to the closet and pressed the blue button labeled “NORIA I”.

The conveyor belt rustled, and the characteristic sound pouring into the grain mine smiled at the stern Yerofeyich.

- Order! And you say, change! Nor huyaaa! We will work more!

Before lunch, Raisa twice approached and, having stood for a couple of minutes, left.

When Yerofeich drowned out the installation for the lunch break, Raisa again went to them.

They went down to the ground and went to meet.

- Well, Erofeich, mate? She asked, approaching

Yerofeich, noticing a gear that had been thrown by someone in the grass, hemming, bending down, and gasping, fell into the grass.

Raisa screamed, and froze for a second.

Georgy sat down and wanted to help Yerofeyich to rise, but Raiska, remembering herself, lamented - No, no, do not touch him!

She jumped to George and also sat down - How are you, Erofeich?

But Erofeich, folded in half, lay on the ground, with a pale face, and silently moved his lips.

- Attack! - Raisk scaredly looked at George - Radiculitis attack. Stay with him - she straightened up - And I will call an ambulance - and run to the weight one.

Three minutes later she returned, and they squatted near Erofeich. Five minutes later, the paramedic came running, but she could not help, walked around, and looked at her watch. The ambulance, surprisingly, arrived in twenty minutes.

Erofeich was given an injection, laid like a bag on a stretcher, and loaded into the salon, they took him away.

Paramedic ran away.

Raisa looked at her watch - Go to lunch. See how it happened? I was afraid of that. Can you start the installation yourself?

- I can! - confidently answered George, and left for lunch.

After lunch, he worked until the end of daylight hours. Raisk came up and said that she rewrote his assistant master and the salary is now 135 rubles.

- Overtime, I also write down. We would cope before the rains. If it rains and the wheat is not completely removed, you will have to work with searchlights and on Sunday. That's what the changer is for. Are you alone.

- Raisa, bring a pencil, a ruler and a sheet of paper.

- For what?

- The belt flies to the second noria, and I’m already tired of climbing up every hour and pulling

Raisa chuckled

- Throw and pull up - he recovered

- Does it help?

- No, I will sketch a sketch, take off the dimensions. If the weather is good, on Sunday you can take it to the workshop and do it.

Raisa listened attentively.

- Yeah! I am now

Seven minutes later, she brought him a sheet of paper, a ruler and a pencil.

- You just turn off the installation when you get to copy.

- Sketch - he smiled

- Aha - and she went to another installation, AVM *, the buzz of which drowned out the noise of a working grain dryer

Half an hour later, she returned with two men and called George.

George, looking at the pressure and temperature, went down to them.

- Meet Georgiy Vladimirovich

- Michael - held out a wide, like a shovel, palm, alone

- Maxim - growled second

- They will learn from you, master the dryer. Erofeich dropped out for a long time. Thou shalt give them to them immediately, then give them back, they will do it today.

- I ran

George showed the peasants the installation, described her work and told how to start and stop.

- Georgy Vladimirovich - said Mikhail - you go srisuy, give us a drawing, otherwise Raiska will not lag behind until we make

He turned off the second Noria, climbed the platform, made a sketch and dimensioned it. He did not sketch the entire frame, realizing that it was easier and faster to make an overlay with a shaft cut-out and weld it to the frame.

I went down and went to the peasants

- Here! - handed a sketch to Michael

He looked, turned, showed Maxim - Look, it's simple. Let's do it! - turned the sketch and put it in the pocket of the combo.

- Georgy Vladimirovich - with a smile on thick lips, Mikhail addressed him. - How many days did Yerofeich teach you?

- Once, today, in the morning

- And you remember everything from one time ?!

- Well yes

- Nihuyase! Vidal, Maxim, which brainy, urban. But I did not remember anything.

“I’m actually rustic.” In the city after school

- We, too, are not done with a finger - Maxim growled

- You're exactly not your finger

- Okay, Georgy Vladimirovich, how to get free, immediately to the workshop

They left.

George watched them go.

- Obviously it did not seem - he told himself - Raisk is similar to both. Baaa! Maksim! So this is her father! And Michael, probably, uncle. He has already stepped on the step when he was called

George turned

Margo, with a smile, approached him.

- Hello! - she extended her hand

He greeted.The hand was soft, hot and dry.

- I don't see that Kostya, do you know where he is?

- Kostya and Andrei, the director sent to Mikhailovka. They have a parking lot.

- Ahhh! - Ritka smiled - And I thought I ran away. Scared.

- Where's Erofeich? Are you alone, or what?

- One. Erofeich on ambulance taken away.

- Attack

- Yes

- It's a long time. Well, what, did not offer?

George felt his ears lit.

- What shy! Okay, I'll go. Cows are not scientists, we have. Shit where stand!

- The director did not speak?

- They did. Said - Not up to it now. And he also said - you are rattling around with a dick of a pear! - and burst out laughing, noticing George's embarrassment.

- jealous Raiska. Vaughn, running already. I'll go

- Why did she come?

Raisa really was somehow belligerent.

- I asked about one of the drivers

- Try it !! - Raiska could not resist, and was embarrassed.

- You do not mess with her. At the front is weak! - and seeing that George did not know how to answer, she asked - Did you give the drawing to the peasants?

- Gave

- Everything! I'll go, send it to the workshop. Let them do it.

* The unit of vitamin flour - flour is made from freshly cut grass, grinding and drying.