Scarlet Sails. Alexander Green "Scarlet Sails" was the White Morning Hour in Huge
The story of Alexander Green Scarlet Sails. Scarlet "Secret"
There was a white morning hour; In the huge forest stood a subtle couple, full of strange visions. An unknown hunter, who had just left his bonfire, moved along the river; Through the trees shone the lumen of its air emptiness, but the diligent hunter did not fit them, considering the fresh trace of the bear heading towards the mountains.
A sudden sound swept among the trees with an unexpected anxious chase; This serves clarinet. The musician, going to the deck, played the passage of the melody, full of sad, lengthy repetition. The sound was trembling as a voice hiding mountain; Increased, smiled in a sad overflow and broke off. Fallen echo vaguely fished the same melody.
The hunter, noting the trail of a broken branch, spoke to the water. The fog has not yet dissipated; It gasli outlines of a huge ship, slowly rotating to the mouth of the river. His rolled sails came to life, hanging with festons, straightening and covering mast with powerless shields of huge folds; Voices and steps were heard. Coastal wind, trying to blow, lazily rubbed the sail; Finally, the heat of the sun produced the desired effect; The air pressure intensified, scattered fog and resulted in a river in light scarlet shapes, full roses. The pink shadows slipped on white Mast and gear, everything was white, except for excommunicated, smoothly moved sails of color deep joy.
The hunter, looking from the shore, wipe his eyes for a long time, until he was convinced that he saw exactly so, and not otherwise. The ship disappeared by turn, and he still stood and watched; Then, silently shrugged, went to his bear.
While the "secret" was the river bed, Gray stood at the helm, not trusting the helm of the sailor - he was afraid of Melie. Panten was sitting nearby, in a new cloudy pair, in a new shiny cap, shaved and humbly inflated. He still did not feel any connection between the scratch and the direct goal of Gray.
"Now," said Gray, "when my sails are treated, the wind is good, and in my heart it is more happiness than the elephant at the sight of a small bun, I will try to set up you with my thoughts, as promised in Lisse. Notice - I do not consider you stupid or stubborn, no; You are an exemplary sailor, and it costs a lot. But you, like most, listen to the voices of all the simple truths through the thick glass of life; They scream, but you will not hear. I do what exists like an old idea of \u200b\u200ba beautiful uncomfortable, and that, essentially, is also selling and possible as a country walk. Soon you will see a girl who can not, should not otherwise get married, as soon as in this way, what I develop in your eyes.
He compressed the sailor, what we know well, having finished the explanation like this: - You see, the fate, will and property of characters are tightly woven; I come to the one that awaits and can only wait for me, I do not want anyone else, besides her, it can be precisely because thanks to her I understood one simple truth. She is to make the so-called miracles with her own hands. When the most important thing for a person is to receive a shipping penny, it's easy to give this penny, but when the soul is tatting a grain of a fiery plant - a miracle, make it a miracle, if you are able to. The new soul will be with him and you have a new one. When the prison chief himself will release the prisoner when the billionaire gives the scribe to the villa, the capacious singer and the safe, and the jockey will at least once begte the horse for the sake of another horse, which is not lucky - then everyone will understand how it is pleasant, as it is inexpressible wonderful. But there are no less wonders: smile, fun, forgiveness, and - on time, the necessary word. To own it - it means to own everything. As for me, our beginning is mine and Assol - will remain forever in Aloma, the sails, created by the depth of the heart, who knows what love is. Did you understand me?
- Yes captain. - Panten shaked, wiped the mustache neatly folded pure handkerchief. - I got it. You touched me. I will go down and ask for forgiveness from Nix, whom yesterday scolded for a swung bucket. And let him tobacco - he lost his card.
Before Gray, somewhat surprised by such a rapid practical result of his words, managed to say anything, Panten was already drunk down the ladder and sighed somewhere. Gray looked up, looking up; Absole sails were silent over him; The sun in their seams shone purple smoke. "The secret" was in the sea, removing from the shore. There was no doubt about the call of Graha's soul - neither deafness of anxiety, no noise of small worries; Quietly, as a sail, he rushed to a delightful goal; Full of those thoughts that are ahead of words.
By noon, the smoke of the military cruiser appeared on the horizon, the cruiser changed the course and from the distance half a mile raised the signal - "go to the drift!".
- Bratz, - said Gray Sataros, - We are not fired, do not be afraid; They just do not believe their eyes.
He ordered drift. Panten, shouting as a fire, brought the "secret" from the wind; The ship stopped, meanwhile, as a steam boat with a team and a lieutenant in white gloves rushed from the cruiser; Lieutenant, stepping on the deck of the ship, looked in amazeled and passed with Gray to the cabin, from where he went, strangely waving his hand and smiling, as if he got a rank, back to the blue cruiser. Apparently, this time Gray had more success than with an alcoholic panthen, since the cruiser, knead, hit the horizon by the powerful salvo salute, whose rapid smoke, breaking through the air with huge sparkling balls, was dispelled by shreds over quiet water. All day on the cruiser reigned a certain semiconductive stability; The mood was unsurger, shot down - under the sign of love, which was spoken everywhere - from the salon to the machine hold, and the passing mine department asked the passing sailor:
- "How did you get married?" - "I caught her for a skirt when she wanted to jump out from me in the window," Tom said and proudly twisted the mustache.
For some time, "secret" was a blank sea, without shores; By noon, the distant coast was opened. Taking the pylon tube, Gray stared at Kapern. If it were not for a row of roofs, he would discern in the window of one house Assol, sitting for some book. She read; Through the page, a greenish bug, stopping and lifting on the front paws with a kind of independent and homemade. Already twice it was without an annoyance, he was blown up on the window sill, from where she appeared trusting and loosely, as if he wanted to say something. This time he managed to get almost to the hand of a girl who kept the angle of the page; Here he stuck on the word "Look", I doubtfully stopped, waiting for a new squall, and, indeed, I barely avoided the trouble, as the associate already exclaimed: - "Again the behead ... Fool! .." - and wanted to resolutely blow the guest in the grass, But suddenly the random transition from one roof to another opened it on the blue ship of a white ship with almy sails on a blue sea gap.
She flinched, leaning back, froze; Then he sharply jumped up with a dizzyfully falling heart, flashes by uncontrollable tears of inspired shocks. "The Secret" at that time went a little cape, holding the angle of the left side; Negroy music flowed in a blue day with a white deck under the fire of scarlet silk; The music of rhythmic overflows, transmitted not quite well known to all words: "Pour, pour wine glasses - and drink, friends, for love" ... - In her simplicity, Licking, unfolded and rakeed excitement.
Do not remember how the house left, the Assol was already on the sea, praised the incentive wind of the event; At the first corner, she stopped almost without strength; Her legs were cut off, breathing was broken and gaslo, the consciousness was held on the hair. Out of the fear of losing the will, she stuck foot and recovered. At times, the roof, then the fence was hiding scarlet sails from her; Then, afraid, if they did not disappear, as a simple ghost, she was in a hurry to Must a painful obstacle and, again seeing the ship, stopped to sigh lightweight.
In the meantime, such a confusion occurred in Kapern, such an excitement, such a magnitude confusion, which will not be inflexion to the affect of famous earthquakes. Never have a big ship approached this shore; The ship had those sails whose name sounded like a mockery; Now they are clear and irrefutably flayed with the innocence of the fact that refutes all the laws of being and common sense. Men, women, children hollows rushed to the shore, who was in what; Residents echoed from the courtyard to the courtyard, sharpened on each other, shine and fell; Soon the water has formed a crowd, and the Assol rushed into this crowd. While she was not, her name flew among people with nervous and sullen alarm, with evil fright. Men said more; Smelted, snakes shattered, shattered, sobbing women, but if he began to crack - the poison climbed into his head. As soon as Assol appeared, all smalkley, everyone with fear came from her, and she remained one medium of the void of sultry sand, confused, ashamed, happy, with a face of no less scarm than her miracle, helplessly stretching his hands to a high ship.
The boat was separated from him, full of tanned rowers; Among them was the one who seemed to her now, she knew, vaguely remembered since childhood. He looked at her with a smile, which warmed and rushing. But thousands of recent funny fears overcame Assol; Deadly fear of everything - mistakes, misunderstandings, mysterious and harmful interference - she ran into the waves on the belt, shouting: - I'm here, I'm here! It's me!
Then Zimmer waved the bow - and the same melody burst into the nerves of the crowd, but this time a complete, triumphant chorus. From the excitement, the movement of clouds and waves, the gloss of water and gave the girl almost could not already distinguish that she was moving: she, ship or boat - everything was moving, spinning and falling out.
But the paddle sharply splashed near her; She raised her head. Gray bent, her hands grabbed his belt. Assol climbed; Then, quickly opening his eyes, boldly smiled at his shining face and, out of breath, said: - absolutely such.
- And you too, the child is mine! - Taketing out wet jewel from the water, said Gray. - That's, I came. Did you know me?
She nodded, holding his belt, with a new soul and loosely lit eyes. Happiness was sitting in her fluffy kitten. When Assol decided to open his eyes, shaking the boat, shine waves, approaching, powerfully silent, the side "Secret," - Everything was sleeping, where the light and water swung, circling, like the sun bunnies on the flowing rays. Do not remember - like, she climbed along the ladder in the strengths of Gray. The deck, covered and hung on carpets, in the scarlet splashes of sails, was like a heavenly garden. And soon Assol saw that it was standing in the cabin - in the room that could no longer be.
Then from above, shaking and burling the heart into his triumphant cry, huge music rushed again. Ansol has closed his eyes again, afraid that all this will disappear if it will look. Gray took her hands and, knowing now, where you can safely go, she hid the wet from the tears on his friend's chest, which came so magical. Carefully, but with a laughter, shocked and surprised by the fact that a precious minute inexpressible, inaccessible to anyone came, Gray raised up for her chin up. It's a long-lasting person, and the eyes of the girl finally revealed. They had the whole best person.
- Will you take my Longren to us? - she said.
- Yes. "And so tightly kissed her after her iron" yes, "she laughed.
Now we will take away from them, knowing that they need to be together one. Many in the world of words in different languages \u200b\u200band different adverbs, but all them, even remotely, do not pass what they said on the day this friend.
Meanwhile, on the deck of Grothachta, near the barrel, an eaten by a worm, with a shot down bottom, who opened the Table Grace, was already waiting for the whole crew. Awood stood; Panten Czyno sat, shining like a newborn. Gray rose up, gave the sign of the orchestra and, removing the cap, the first burned with a faceted glass, in the song of golden pipes, Holy Wine.
"Well, here ..." he said, finishing to drink, then threw a glass. - Now drink, drink everything; Who does not drink, that enemy me.
He did not have to repeat these words. At the time, as a complete move, under all the sails left the worst forever Kaperna "Secret", the crust around the barrel surpassed everything that the Great Holidays happens in this way.
- How did you like it? Gray Flying asked.
- Captain! - said, looking for words, sailor. "I don't know if I liked him, but my impressions need to be considered." Beehive and garden!
- What?!
- I want to say that the hive and garden shoved in my mouth. Be happy, captain. And let him be happy that I will call the best cargo, the best "secret" prize!
When the next day it became light, the ship was far from Kaperna. Part of the crew as fell asleep, and remained lying on the deck, turning the wine of Gray; They held on the legs of only the steering yes the Watchman, and sitting on the stern with a vulture of the cello at the chin thoughtfully and the Crimson Cimmer. He was sitting quietly drove the bow, forcing the strings to speak magic, unearthly voice, and thought about happiness ...
The story of Alexander Green Scarlet Sails. Scarlet "Secret"
The story of Alexander Green Scarlet Sails. Scarlet "Secret"
There was a white morning hour; In the huge forest stood a subtle couple, full of strange visions. An unknown hunter, who had just left his bonfire, moved along the river; Through the trees shone the lumen of its air emptiness, but the diligent hunter did not fit them, considering the fresh trace of the bear heading towards the mountains.
A sudden sound swept among the trees with an unexpected anxious chase; This serves clarinet. The musician, going to the deck, played the passage of the melody, full of sad, lengthy repetition. The sound was trembling as a voice hiding mountain; Increased, smiled in a sad overflow and broke off. Fallen echo vaguely fished the same melody.
The hunter, noting the trail of a broken branch, spoke to the water. The fog has not yet dissipated; It gasli outlines of a huge ship, slowly rotating to the mouth of the river. His rolled sails came to life, hanging with festons, straightening and covering mast with powerless shields of huge folds; Voices and steps were heard. Coastal wind, trying to blow, lazily rubbed the sail; Finally, the heat of the sun produced the desired effect; The air pressure intensified, scattered fog and resulted in a river in light scarlet shapes, full roses. The pink shadows slipped on white Mast and gear, everything was white, except for excommunicated, smoothly moved sails of color deep joy.
The hunter, looking from the shore, wipe his eyes for a long time, until he was convinced that he saw exactly so, and not otherwise. The ship disappeared by turn, and he still stood and watched; Then, silently shrugged, went to his bear.
While the "secret" was the river bed, Gray stood at the helm, not trusting the helm of the sailor - he was afraid of Melie. Panten was sitting nearby, in a new cloudy pair, in a new shiny cap, shaved and humbly inflated. He still did not feel any connection between the scratch and the direct goal of Gray.
"Now," said Gray, "when my sails are treated, the wind is good, and in my heart it is more happiness than the elephant at the sight of a small bun, I will try to set up you with my thoughts, as promised in Lisse. Notice - I do not consider you stupid or stubborn, no; You are an exemplary sailor, and it costs a lot. But you, like most, listen to the voices of all the simple truths through the thick glass of life; They scream, but you will not hear. I do what exists like an old idea of \u200b\u200ba beautiful uncomfortable, and that, essentially, is also selling and possible as a country walk. Soon you will see a girl who can not, should not otherwise get married, as soon as in this way, what I develop in your eyes.
He compressed the sailor, what we know well, having finished the explanation like this: - You see, the fate, will and property of characters are tightly woven; I come to the one that awaits and can only wait for me, I do not want anyone else, besides her, it can be precisely because thanks to her I understood one simple truth. She is to make the so-called miracles with her own hands. When the most important thing for a person is to receive a shipping penny, it's easy to give this penny, but when the soul is tatting a grain of a fiery plant - a miracle, make it a miracle, if you are able to. The new soul will be with him and you have a new one. When the prison chief himself will release the prisoner when the billionaire gives the scribe to the villa, the capacious singer and the safe, and the jockey will at least once begte the horse for the sake of another horse, which is not lucky - then everyone will understand how it is pleasant, as it is inexpressible wonderful. But there are no less wonders: smile, fun, forgiveness, and - on time, the necessary word. To own it - it means to own everything. As for me, our beginning is mine and Assol - will remain forever in Aloma, the sails, created by the depth of the heart, who knows what love is. Did you understand me?
- Yes captain. - Panten shaked, wiped the mustache neatly folded pure handkerchief. - I got it. You touched me. I will go down and ask for forgiveness from Nix, whom yesterday scolded for a swung bucket. And let him tobacco - he lost his card.
Before Gray, somewhat surprised by such a rapid practical result of his words, managed to say anything, Panten was already drunk down the ladder and sighed somewhere. Gray looked up, looking up; Absole sails were silent over him; The sun in their seams shone purple smoke. "The secret" was in the sea, removing from the shore. There was no doubt about the call of Graha's soul - neither deafness of anxiety, no noise of small worries; Quietly, as a sail, he rushed to a delightful goal; Full of those thoughts that are ahead of words.
By noon, the smoke of the military cruiser appeared on the horizon, the cruiser changed the course and from the distance half a mile raised the signal - "go to the drift!".
- Bratz, - said Gray Sataros, - We are not fired, do not be afraid; They just do not believe their eyes.
He ordered drift. Panten, shouting as a fire, brought the "secret" from the wind; The ship stopped, meanwhile, as a steam boat with a team and a lieutenant in white gloves rushed from the cruiser; Lieutenant, stepping on the deck of the ship, looked in amazeled and passed with Gray to the cabin, from where he went, strangely waving his hand and smiling, as if he got a rank, back to the blue cruiser. Apparently, this time Gray had more success than with an alcoholic panthen, since the cruiser, knead, hit the horizon by the powerful salvo salute, whose rapid smoke, breaking through the air with huge sparkling balls, was dispelled by shreds over quiet water. All day on the cruiser reigned a certain semiconductive stability; The mood was unsurger, shot down - under the sign of love, which was spoken everywhere - from the salon to the machine hold, and the passing mine department asked the passing sailor:
- "How did you get married?" - "I caught her for a skirt when she wanted to jump out from me in the window," Tom said and proudly twisted the mustache.
For some time, "secret" was a blank sea, without shores; By noon, the distant coast was opened. Taking the pylon tube, Gray stared at Kapern. If it were not for a row of roofs, he would discern in the window of one house Assol, sitting for some book. She read; Through the page, a greenish bug, stopping and lifting on the front paws with a kind of independent and homemade. Already twice it was without an annoyance, he was blown up on the window sill, from where she appeared trusting and loosely, as if he wanted to say something. This time he managed to get almost to the hand of a girl who kept the angle of the page; Here he stuck on the word "Look", I doubtfully stopped, waiting for a new squall, and, indeed, I barely avoided the trouble, as the associate already exclaimed: - "Again the behead ... Fool! .." - and wanted to resolutely blow the guest in the grass, But suddenly the random transition from one roof to another opened it on the blue ship of a white ship with almy sails on a blue sea gap.
She flinched, leaning back, froze; Then he sharply jumped up with a dizzyfully falling heart, flashes by uncontrollable tears of inspired shocks. "The Secret" at that time went a little cape, holding the angle of the left side; Negroy music flowed in a blue day with a white deck under the fire of scarlet silk; The music of rhythmic overflows, transmitted not quite well known to all words: "Pour, pour wine glasses - and drink, friends, for love" ... - In her simplicity, Licking, unfolded and rakeed excitement.
Do not remember how the house left, the Assol was already on the sea, praised the incentive wind of the event; At the first corner, she stopped almost without strength; Her legs were cut off, breathing was broken and gaslo, the consciousness was held on the hair. Out of the fear of losing the will, she stuck foot and recovered. At times, the roof, then the fence was hiding scarlet sails from her; Then, afraid, if they did not disappear, as a simple ghost, she was in a hurry to Must a painful obstacle and, again seeing the ship, stopped to sigh lightweight.
In the meantime, such a confusion occurred in Kapern, such an excitement, such a magnitude confusion, which will not be inflexion to the affect of famous earthquakes. Never have a big ship approached this shore; The ship had those sails whose name sounded like a mockery; Now they are clear and irrefutably flayed with the innocence of the fact that refutes all the laws of being and common sense. Men, women, children hollows rushed to the shore, who was in what; Residents echoed from the courtyard to the courtyard, sharpened on each other, shine and fell; Soon the water has formed a crowd, and the Assol rushed into this crowd. While she was not, her name flew among people with nervous and sullen alarm, with evil fright. Men said more; Smelted, snakes shattered, shattered, sobbing women, but if he began to crack - the poison climbed into his head. As soon as Assol appeared, all smalkley, everyone with fear came from her, and she remained one medium of the void of sultry sand, confused, ashamed, happy, with a face of no less scarm than her miracle, helplessly stretching his hands to a high ship.
The boat was separated from him, full of tanned rowers; Among them was the one who seemed to her now, she knew, vaguely remembered since childhood. He looked at her with a smile, which warmed and rushing. But thousands of recent funny fears overcame Assol; Deadly fear of everything - mistakes, misunderstandings, mysterious and harmful interference - she ran into the waves on the belt, shouting: - I'm here, I'm here! It's me!
Then Zimmer waved the bow - and the same melody burst into the nerves of the crowd, but this time a complete, triumphant chorus. From the excitement, the movement of clouds and waves, the gloss of water and gave the girl almost could not already distinguish that she was moving: she, ship or boat - everything was moving, spinning and falling out.
But the paddle sharply splashed near her; She raised her head. Gray bent, her hands grabbed his belt. Assol climbed; Then, quickly opening his eyes, boldly smiled at his shining face and, out of breath, said: - absolutely such.
- And you too, the child is mine! - Taketing out wet jewel from the water, said Gray. - That's, I came. Did you know me?
She nodded, holding his belt, with a new soul and loosely lit eyes. Happiness was sitting in her fluffy kitten. When Assol decided to open his eyes, shaking the boat, shine waves, approaching, powerfully silent, the side "Secret," - Everything was sleeping, where the light and water swung, circling, like the sun bunnies on the flowing rays. Do not remember - like, she climbed along the ladder in the strengths of Gray. The deck, covered and hung on carpets, in the scarlet splashes of sails, was like a heavenly garden. And soon Assol saw that it was standing in the cabin - in the room that could no longer be.
Then from above, shaking and burling the heart into his triumphant cry, huge music rushed again. Ansol has closed his eyes again, afraid that all this will disappear if it will look. Gray took her hands and, knowing now, where you can safely go, she hid the wet from the tears on his friend's chest, which came so magical. Carefully, but with a laughter, shocked and surprised by the fact that a precious minute inexpressible, inaccessible to anyone came, Gray raised up for her chin up. It's a long-lasting person, and the eyes of the girl finally revealed. They had the whole best person.
- Will you take my Longren to us? - she said.
- Yes. "And so tightly kissed her after her iron" yes, "she laughed.
Now we will take away from them, knowing that they need to be together one. Many in the world of words in different languages \u200b\u200band different adverbs, but all them, even remotely, do not pass what they said on the day this friend.
Meanwhile, on the deck of Grothachta, near the barrel, an eaten by a worm, with a shot down bottom, who opened the Table Grace, was already waiting for the whole crew. Awood stood; Panten Czyno sat, shining like a newborn. Gray rose up, gave the sign of the orchestra and, removing the cap, the first burned with a faceted glass, in the song of golden pipes, Holy Wine.
"Well, here ..." he said, finishing to drink, then threw a glass. - Now drink, drink everything; Who does not drink, that enemy me.
He did not have to repeat these words. At the time, as a complete move, under all the sails left the worst forever Kaperna "Secret", the crust around the barrel surpassed everything that the Great Holidays happens in this way.
- How did you like it? Gray Flying asked.
- Captain! - said, looking for words, sailor. "I don't know if I liked him, but my impressions need to be considered." Beehive and garden!
- What?!
- I want to say that the hive and garden shoved in my mouth. Be happy, captain. And let him be happy that I will call the best cargo, the best "secret" prize!
When the next day it became light, the ship was far from Kaperna. Part of the crew as fell asleep, and remained lying on the deck, turning the wine of Gray; They held on the legs of only the steering yes the Watchman, and sitting on the stern with a vulture of the cello at the chin thoughtfully and the Crimson Cimmer. He was sitting quietly drove the bow, forcing the strings to speak magic, unearthly voice, and thought about happiness ...
The story of Alexander Green Scarlet Sails. Assol remains alone
Longren spent the night at sea; He did not sleep, did not catch, but he walked under the sail without a certain direction, listening to the water splash, looking into the darkness, dreamed and thinking. In the difficult hours of life, nothing restored the strength of his soul, like these lonely wandering. Silence, only silence and deserted - that's what was needed to him so that all the weakest and confused voices of the inner world would understand clearly. This night he thought about the future, about poverty, about the associate. He was extremely difficult to leave her even for a while; In addition, he was afraid to resurrect the sick pain. Perhaps, enjoying the ship, he again imagines that there is never a friend in Capern, and returning it, and returning it, he will approach the house with a grief of dead waiting. Mary will never come out of the doors at home. But he wanted the Assol that there was what is, deciding therefore to do as orders care.
When Longren returned, the girls were not yet at home. Her early walks did not embarrass her father; This time, however, in his expectation there was a light tension. Powing from the corner to the corner, he suddenly saw the Assol immediately; It became raging rapidly and silently, she silently stopped in front of him, almost frightened his view with the light reflecting the excitement. It seemed that her second person was opened - then the true face of a person, about which only eyes usually speak. She was silent, looking in Longren's face so it is not clear that he quickly asked: - Are you sick?
She did not immediately respond. When the meaning of the question was touched by finally her spiritual hearing, the Assol was fixed as a branch drown by hand, and laughed long, even laughter of a quiet celebration. She had to say something, but, as always, it was not necessary to invent - what exactly; She said: "No, I'm healthy ... Why do you look so?" I am fun. True, I am fun, but it is because the day is so good. What did you decide? I see in your face that you thought something.
Whatever I decide to, - said Longren, sitting on his knees, - you, I know, understand what is the matter. There is nothing to live. I will not go back to the long sailing, but I will act on the postage steamer, which goes between the cassette and Lissa.
Yes, - she said from afar, rushing to enter his care and the matter, but terrible that it is powerless to stop rejoicing. - This is very bad. I will be bored. Return quickly. - Saying so, she flourished with an extremely smile. - Yes, quarrel, cute; I wait.
Assol! - said Longren, taking her face with his palms and turning towards him. - Put out what happened?
She felt that he had to weave his anxiousness, and, having defeated herring, was seriously attentive, only in her eyes glistened new life.
You are strange, she said. - Resolutely nothing. I collected nuts.
Longren would not quite believe it, do not be so busy with his thoughts. Their conversation became business and detailed. The sailor said his daughter to put his bag; Listed all the necessary things and gave some tips.
I'll be back home about ten days, and you put my gun and sit at home. If anyone wants to offend you, say: - Longren will come back soon. Do not think and do not worry about me; Wetless nothing will happen.
After that, he was singing, firmly kissed the girl and thumping a bag by the shoulders, went to the city road. Assol looked after him, until he disappeared behind a turn; Then returned. Many homework had to her, but she forgot about it. With the interest of an easy surprise, she was examined around, as if alien to this house, so influenced consciousness since childhood, which seemed to have always wore him in herself, and now looking like native places visited later from a number of years from the circle of life other. But something unworthy imagined her in this, something is wrong. She sat down to the table, on which Longren Mastered toys, and tried to glue the steering wheel to the stern; depending on these items, she unwittingly saw them in large, real; Everything that happened in the morning, again rose in her shudging excitement, and the gold ring, the size of the sun, fell across the sea to her legs.
Not crazy, she left the house and went to the fox. She was completely nothing to do there; She did not know why it goes, but not to go - could not. On the way, she met a pedestrian who wanted to integrate some kind of direction; She intelligently explained to him what she needed, and immediately forgot about it.
She passed the whole long road imperceptibly, as if she was carrying a bird that absorbed all her tender attention. At the city, she had a little entertained the noise, flying from his huge circle, but he was not dominated over her, as before, when, frightening and scoring, made her silent panty. She confronted him. She slowly passed the annular boulevard, crossing the blue shadow of the trees, trusting and easily looking at the face of passersby, even gait, complete confidence. The breed of observation people during the day noticed a repeatedly unknown, strange girl passing among a bright crowd with a view of deep thoughtfulness. On the square, she set the arm of the fountain, turning into his fingers among the reflected splashes; Then, cropped, rested and returned to the forest road. The return path she made with a fresh soul, in a peaceful mood and clear, like an evening river, who finally changed, the motley mirrors of the day smooth in the shadow of the glitter. Approaching the village, she saw that the coalsel herself, who was meant that the basket was bloomed; He stood near the wagon with two unknown gloomy people covered with soot and mud. Assol was delighted. - Hello. Philip, "she said," what are you doing here? "
Nothing, fly. Fell wheel; I corrected it, now I am smoke and kailaka with our guys. Where are you from?
Assol did not answer.
You know, Philipp, "she spoke," I love you very much, and therefore I only tell you. I will leave soon; Probably I will go at all. You do not tell anyone about it.
Do you want to leave? Where are you going? - the coal was amazed, the mouth of his mouth, which is why his beard became longer.
I do not know. "She slowly inspected the Polyana under Vyaz, where the cart was green in the pink evening light grass, black silent coils and, thinking, added:" All this is unknown to me. " I do not know any day, no one even know where. I will not say anything else. Therefore, just in case - goodbye; You often drove me.
She took a huge black hand and led her to a state of relative shaking. The face of the worker expand the fracture of a still smile. The girl nodded, turned and moved away. She disappeared so quickly that Philip and his friends did not have time to turn her head.
Miracles, - said the coil, - PODI, understand it. - Something with her today ... Such and so on.
True, - supported the second, - it says it says, it does not - persuades. Not our business.
Not our business, "said the third, sighing. Then all three sites in the wagon and, shrinking the wheels on the rocky road, disappeared into dust.
The story of Alexander Green Scarlet Sails. On the eve
On the eve of that day and seven years after Egle, the collector of the songs, told the girl on the shore of the sea a fairy tale about the ship with Alay Sails, Assol in one of his weekly visits to the toy shop returned home upset, with a sad face. She brought his goods back. She was so sad, that he could not immediately speak and only after Longren's alarmed face saw that he would expect something much worse reality, began to tell, driving a finger on the glass window, which became scattered by observing the sea.
The owner of the toy shop began this time with the fact that he opened the counting book and showed it how much the debt. She shuddered, seeing an impressive three-digit number. "That's how much you took from December," said the merchant, "but look at how much sold." And he rested his finger to another figure, already out of two signs.
Piecely and insulting to watch. I saw my face that he was rude and angry. I would gladly run away, but, honestly, there was no strength from shame. And he began to say: - "I, honey, is no longer profitable. Now in fashion foreign goods, all the shops are full of them, and these products do not take. " So he said. He spoke a lot of things, but I all confused and forgot. It must be squeezed by me, as I advised to go to the "Children's Bazar" and "Aladinov Lamp".
Anticipating the most important thing, the girl turned his head, timidly looking at the old man. Longren sat in shouting, chanting the fingers between the knees, which were leaned with elbows. Feeling glance, he raised his head and sighed. Having a hard mood, the girl ran to him, settled down next to him and, traveled his light hand under the leather sleeve of his jacket, laughing and looking at the father from the bottom in his face, continued with the delivered revival: "Nothing, that's all, you are listening." So I went. Well, I come to a big affected store; There a lot of people. I was shook out; However, I got out and went to a black man with glasses. What I told him, I remember anything; In the end, he grinned, rummaged in my basket, looked something, then he won again, as it was, in a handkerchief and gave back.
Longren listened angrily. He, as it were, saw his torn daughter in a rich crowd at a fit, which was rolled by a valuable commodity. A neat man in glasses condescendingly explained to her that he had to scatter, if it would begin to trade with unacceptable products of Longren. He casually and deftly put it in front of her on the counter, folding models of buildings and railway bridges; Miniature distinct cars, electric kits, airplanes and engines. All this smelled paint and school. According to all his words, it turned out that children in games only imitate what adults are doing.
Assol was still in the "Aladin lamp" and in two other shops, but nothing has achieved.
Obtaining a story, she collected dinner; Eating and drinking a glass of strong coffee, Longren said: - Since we are not lucky, you need to look. I may have done again to serve - on Fitzroja or Palermo. Of course, they are right, - he continued thoughtfully, thinking about toys. - Now children do not play, but learn. They all learn, learn and will never start living. All this is so, and sorry, right, sorry. Do you know how to live without me the time of one flight? It is unthinkable to leave you alone.
I could also serve with you; Let's say in the buffet.
Not! - Longren seen this word with a palm strike on a shocker table. - While I am alive, you will not serve. However, there is time to think.
He frowned. Assol asked next to him at the corner of the toaster; He saw on the side, without turning the heads that she bites him to comfort him, and almost smiled. But smile - meant to sigh and confuse a girl. She, sentencing something about herself, smoothed his confused gray hair, kissed him in the mustache and, shutting the shaggy father's ears with their little thin fingers, said: - "Well, now you don't hear that I love you." While she hovers him, Longren sat, shrinking firmly, as a man who fears to flush smoke, but, having heard her words, Gusto crushed.
You are nice, "he simply said and, having fun at the girl on the cheek, went ashore to see the boat.
Assol stood for some time in meditation in the middle of the room, hesitating between the desire to surrender to the quiet sorrow and the need for domestic worries; Then, wash the dishes, revised the remains of provisions in the scale. She did not weigh and did not measure, but I saw that with a flour, I would not reach the end of the week that the bottom of the tip with sugar was visible, the wrappers with tea and coffee are almost empty, there is no oil, and the only thing, on what, with some annoyance for an exception, Rested her eyes - there was a bag of potatoes. She then washed the floor and sat down to smoke the ruffle to the skirt converted from the older, but immediately remembering that the trimming of matter lie behind the mirror, went to it and took a convolution; Then she looked at her reflection.
Behind the walnut frame in a light emptiness of the reflected room was a thin low girl, dressed in a cheapest white muslin with pink flower. On her shoulders lay a gray silk brazer. Semi-child, in bright tan, the face was moving and expressive; Beautiful, somewhat serious for her age eyes looked with a timid concentration of deep shower. Her wrong face could touched with a fine cleanliness of the outlines; Each bend, each convexity of this person, of course, would find a place in a variety of female appears, but their totality, style - was completely original - the original MIL; On this we will stop. The rest beyond the words, except the word "charm".
The reflected girl smiled as valuable as Assol. Smile came out sad; Noticing this, she alarmed, as if he looked at the outside. She pressed his cheek to the glass, closed his eyes and silently stroked the mirror with his hand where it was reflected. Sward, gentle thoughts flashed in it; She straightened, laughed and sat down, starting to sew.
While she sews, look at her closer - inside. There are two girls in it, two associate mixed in wonderful wonderful misunderstanding. One was a daughter of a sailor, an artisan, mastered toys, the other - a living poem, with all the wonders of his consonance and images, with the secret neighborhood of words, in the whole reciprocity of their shadows and light falling from one to another. She knew life within the limits of her experience, but in excess of general phenomena saw the reflected meaning of a different order. So, peering into objects, we notice something in linearly, but the impression is definitely human, and - just like human - different. Something similar to the fact that (if I managed), we said with this example, she saw it even beyond visible. Without these quiet conquest, everything just clearly understood her soul. She was able and loved to read, but also read in the book mainly between the lines, as she lived. Unconsciously, by means of a kind of inspiration, she made many etherotonic discoveries, inexpressible, but important, as purity and warmth. Sometimes - and it lasted a number of days - she even reborn; The physical confrontation of life failed as silence in the blow of a bow, and everything she saw, which lived, what was around, became lace secrets in the image of everyday life. More than once, worrying and Robust, she left at night to the seashore, where, waiting for the dawn, completely seriously visited the ship with Alami sails. These minutes were happiness for her; It is difficult for us to go to a fairy tale, it would be no less difficult to get out of her power and charm.
At another time, reflecting on all this, she sincerely voted to himself, not believing that she believed, the smile forgiving the sea and sadly moving to reality; Now, shifting the ruffs, the girl recalled her life. There was a lot of boredom and simplicity. Loneliness together, it happened, immensely it, but there was already the fold of the inner timidity, the sufferer wrinkle with which it was not to make and not get revival. They laughed above it, saying: "She's touched, not in himself"; She got used to this pain; The girl had to even endure insults, after which her chest was whom, as from hitting. As a woman, she was unpopular in Kapern, however, many were suspected, although wild and vaguely, that she was given more than others - only in another language. Kapernts adored dense, heavy women with oil leather thick IR and mighty hands; Here they cared, blooming the back of the palm and pushing, as in the bazaar. The type of this feeling resembled the frequency simplicity of the Reva. The Assol also approached this decisive environment, how to suit people of the exquisite nervous life Society of ghosts, possess it to all the charm of the Assunta or Aspasia: the fact that from love is unthinkable. So, in the smooth buzz of the soldier's tube, the adorable sorrow of the violin is powerless to bring a stern regiment from the actions of his straight lines. As stated in these rows, the girl stood back.
Meanwhile, how her head purred a song of life, small hands worked diligently and deftly; Biting a thread, she looked far in front of him, but it did not prevent her to expose to her scar evenly and put a petition with a clearness of the sewing machine. Although Longren did not return, she did not worry about the father. Recently, he often sailed to fish at night or just ventilate.
She did not pull fear; She knew that nothing bad would not happen to him. In this regard, the Assol was still the little girl who prayed in his own way, friendly tormented in the morning: - "Hello, God!", And in the evening: - "Goodbye, God!".
In her opinion, such a short acquaintance with God was quite enough for he to remove the misfortune. She was included in his position: God was always busy with the affairs of millions of people, therefore, it was followed by everyday shadows of life, in her opinion, to treat the guest's delicate patience, which, making the house full of the people, is waiting for the launched owner, and feeding in circumstances.
Early sew, the Assol folded the work on the corner table, undressed and smalleled. The fire was awesome. She soon noticed that there were no drowsiness; Consciousness was clear as in the midst of the day, even darkness seemed artificial, the body, as well as consciousness, was felt like a light day. Heart retired with speed of pocket clock; It beat as if between the pillow and the ear. Assol was angry, grinding, then dropping the blanket, clinging to it with his head. Finally, she managed to call the usual idea, helping to sleep: she mentally threw stones into light water, looking at the discrepancy of the lightest circles. Sleep, really, as it were only waiting for this handoff; He came, whispered from Merie, standing at the head of the head, and, obeying her smile, said around: Schshshch. Assol immediately fell asleep. She dreamed of a favorite dream: flowering trees, longing, charm, songs and mysterious phenomena, of which, waking up, she recalled only the sparkling of blue water, approaching the feet to the heart with a cold and delight. Seeing all this, she traveled a few more time in the impossible country, then woke up and sat down.
Sleep was not, as if she did not fall asleep at all. The feeling of novelty, joy and desire to do something he warmed her. She looked at the same glance, what a new room look back. Posing the dawn - not with all the clarity of illumination, but the vague effort in which you can understand the surrounding. The bottom of the window was black; The top of brilliantly. From the outside of the house, almost on the edge of the frame, glitter the morning star. Knowing that she will not fall asleep now, the Assol got dressed, went to the window and, removing the hook, took the frame, outside the window was attentive silence; She seemed only now. In the blue twilight, the bushes flicker, trees slept away; Looked in a stuff and land.
Holding behind the top of the frame, the girl looked and smiling. Suddenly, something similar to the remote call, stirred it from the inside and outside, and it woke up once again from explicit reality to the fact that more clearly and undoubtedly. From this moment, the journal wealth of consciousness left it. So, understanding, we listen to the speech of people, but, if you repeat said, I will understand again, with another, new meaning. The same was with her.
Taking the old, but on her head there is always a young silk golk, she grabbed her hand under the chin, locked the door and spoiled barefoot on the road. Although it was empty and deaf, but it seemed to her that she sounds like an orchestra that she could hear her. Everything was cute her, everything pleased her. Warm dust taped bare feet; It was also clear and fun. On the twilight lumen of the sky dry the roofs and clouds; Dreamed the hedges, rosehip, gardens, gardens and gently visible road. In all, there was a different order than in the afternoon - the same, but in the compliance with previously compliance. Everyone dreamed with open eyes, secretly examining the passing girl.
She walked, the more, the faster, hurrying to leave the village. Meadows stretched behind Kapper; Oshemnik, poplar and chestnuts grew by meadows on the slopes of the coastal hills. Where the road ended, turning into a deaf path, at the feet of the Assol gently spun a fluffy black dog with white breasted and speaking eye tension. The dog, recognizing the Assol, waking up and bewildered to the body, went near, silently agreeing with the girl in something clear as "I" and "you". Assol, looking into her reporting eyes, was firmly sure that the dog could speak, if she had secret reasons to be silent. Noticing the smile of the companion, the dog was having fun, walked the tail and ran ahead, but suddenly sat down, Ducklings screamed her ear, branched his eternal enemy, and ran back.
Assol has penetrated high, splashing dew meadow grass; Holding a hand with a palm down above her belts, she walked, smiling at a flowing touch.
Posing in special colors, in confusion of stems, she distinguished almost human hints - poses, effort, movement, features and views; She would not be surprised by the field mice procession, the horses ball or the rude hedgehog, frightening sleeping gnome with his fuchaniam. And accurately, hedgehog, gray, rolled out before her on a path. - Fuk-Fuk, - he said to the heart, as a carriage per pedestrian. Assol said with those who understood and saw. "Hello, patient," she said to the Lilac Iris, punched to the holes of the worm. - It is necessary to sit at home, "this applied to the Kuste, stuck among the trails and therefore a leaning dress passersby. The big beetle cling to the bell, bending the plant and bumping, but stubbornly pursuing his paws. - "Stryakni Tolstoy Passenger," Assol advised. Beetle, exactly, could not resist and flew to the side. So, worrying, trembling and bright, she approached the slope of the hill, hiding in his thickets from meadow space, but now the true true friends, who - she knew it - they say Bas.
That were large old trees among the honeysuckle and hazel. Their whisper branches concerned the upper leaf of bushes. White cones of colors were standing in a calm large foliage of chestnuts, their fragrance interfered with the smell of dew and resin. The path, destroyed by the protrusions of slippery roots, then fell, then climbed the slope. Assol felt like at home; Hello with trees, as with people, that is, their shaking their wide leaves. She went, whispering that mentally, the words: "Here you are, here you are; Many you, my brothers! I go, brothers, hurried, let me go. I recognize you all, I remember everyone and read. " "Bratz" are majestically stroked it with something - the leaves - and kindly creaked in response. She got out, parching the feet of the earth, to the cliff over the sea and got up on the edge of the cliff, choking on hasty walk. Deep invincible faith, leaky, foam and noisy in her. She scattered her gaze beyond the horizon, from where a light shore wave noise was returned back, proud of the purity of the flight. Meanwhile, the sea, circled horizons with golden thread, still sleeping; Only under the cliff, in the puddles of the coast holes, the water raised and fell. Steel in the shore color of the sleeping ocean passed into blue and black. For the golden thread of the sky, flashering, shone with a huge fan of light; White clouds tried a weak blush. Thin, divine colors shone in them. On black gave, there was already a thrill snow white; Foam glitter, and a crimson break, flashing the middle threads, threw the ocean, to the feet of Assol, Aluu Ryaby.
She sat down, picking her legs, with his hands around his knees. Carefully leaning over to the sea, she looked at the horizon with big eyes, in which there was no longer an adult left, - the eyes of a child. All she waited for so long and hotly, was done there - on the edge of the world. She saw in the country of distant puchin underwater hill; From the surface of it flowed up the curly plants; Among their round leaves, laughed at the edge of the edge, bizarre flowers were shone. The upper leaves glittered on the surface of the ocean; The one who knew nothing, as Assol knew, saw only trembling and shine.
The ship rose from the thicket; He came up and stopped at the middle of the dawn. From this given he was visible, as the clouds. Scattering fun, he grew up like wine, rose, blood, mouth, scarlet velvet and punch fire. The ship went straight to the associate. Wings of foam trembled under a powerful pressure of his keel; Already inserted, the girl pressed his hands to his chest, as a wonderful game of light passed into the siblings; The sun climbed, and the bright fullness of the morning drove the covers from everything, which was still intense, squeezing on sleepy earth.
The girl sighed and looked around. Music Smallkla, but Assol was still in power of her ringing choir. This impression gradually weakened, then became a memoir and, finally, just fatigue. She lay down on the grass, yawned and, blissfully closing his eyes, fell asleep - truly, strong, like a young walnut, sleep, without care and dreams.
Her woke up flies, wandering around the naked foot. Restlessly revealed by the leg, the Assol woke up; Sitting, she chained disheveled hair, so the Graya Ring reminded himself, but considering it no more, as a stem, stuck in his fingers, she straightened them; Since the interference did not disappear, she impatiently brought her hand to her eyes and straightened, instantly jumped up with the power of a splashing fountain.
On her finger, the brilliant Ring of Graya, as in someone else, - she could not admit at that moment, did not feel his finger. - "Whose joke is? Whose joke? She cried rapidly. - Do I sleep? Maybe found and forgot? ". Grabbing the left hand right on which it was a ring, she inspired with amazement, trying to look at the sea and green thickets; But no one moved, no one was attached to the bushes, and in blue, there was no sign far from the sea, and the blush covered Assol, and the voice of the heart said something "yes." There was no explanation for what happened, but without words and thoughts she found them in a strange feeling of their own, and the ring was already close to her. All the trembling, she pulled it from his finger; Holding in a hassle as water, she looked at him - everything soul, with all my heart, all the flashes and a clear superstition of youth, then, hiding behind the bodice, Assol buried his face in the palm of her face, from under which a smile was uncontrollably, and lowering his head slowly Went to the restart.
So, - by chance, as people say, able to read and write, - Gray and Assol found each other in the morning of the summer day, full inevitability.
The story of Alexander Green Scarlet Sails. Martial preparations
When Gray rose to the deck "Secret," he stood motionless for a few minutes, stroking his head with his head back on his forehead, which meant extreme confusion. Scatletination - the cloudy movement of feelings - reflected in his face an insensitive smile of Lunatic. His Assistant Panten walked at this time on the shifters with a plate of fried fish; Seeing Graya, he noticed the strange state of the captain.
You can be born? He cautiously asked. - Where were you? What did you see? However, this is, of course, your business. The broker offers favorable freight with a premium. What is with you? ..
Thank you, "said Gray, sighing, - as unleashed. - I just lacked the sounds of your simple, intelligent voice. It is like cold water. Panten, tell people that today we raise anchor and go to the mouth of Lillian, miles ten out of here. Its flows are interrupted with solid flames. You can only penetrate the sea. Come for the map. Lotsmana do not take. So far, everything ... Yes, favorable freight I need as last year's snow. You can transfer this to the broker. I go to the city, where I drove until the evening.
What happened?
Decisively nothing, Panten. I want you to take note of my desire to avoid all sorts of questions. When the moment comes, I will inform you what is the matter. Sataros tell me what is repaired; that the local dock is busy.
Well, "said Panten in the back of a leaving Graha. - Will be done.
Although the orders of the captain were quite intelligent, the assistant stacked his eyes and rushed restlessly with a plate to his cabin, mumbling: "Panten, you were puzzled. Does he want to try smuggling? Do we stand under the black pirate flag? " But here Panten confused in the wildest assumptions. While he was neronably destroyed the fish, Glya went down to the cabin, took the money and, having moved the bay, appeared in the Lisa shopping quarters.
Now he acted already decisively and deceased, to the little things knowing everything to be in a wonderful path. Each movement is thought, action - raged it with a subtle pleasure of artwork. His plan was instantly and convex. His concepts about life were subjected to that last raise of the cutter, after which the marble was calm in his beautiful radiance.
Gray visited three shops, giving a special value of the accuracy of choice, as I mentally seen the desired color and tint. In the first two shops, he was shown silk of market flowers, intended to satisfy an impaired vanity; In the third, he found samples of complex effects. The owner of the shop happily fussed, laying out the shredded matter, but Gray was serious as an anatom. He patiently disassembled convolutions, postponed, shifted, deployed and looked at the light of such a variety of scarves, that the counter, rolled by them seemed to be flameed. A purple wave lay down on the sock of Gray boot; On his hands and face glitter pink. Fucking in the easy resistance of silk, he distinguished colors: red, pale pink and pink dark, dense zakipi cherry, orange and gloomy-red tones; There were shades of all forces and values, various - in their imaginary relationship, like the words: "charmingly" - "fine" - "great" - "perfectly"; In the folds there were hints, inaccessible language of view, but the true scarlet color was not for the eyes of our captain for a long time; What a shopkeeper brought, it was good, but did not cause a clear and solid "yes." Finally, one color attracted the disarmed attention of the buyer; He sat down in a chair to the window, pulled a long end from a noisy silk, threw him on his knees and, breaking down, with a tube in the teeth, became contemplatively immobile.
This absolutely clean, as a latter jet, full of noble fun and royalism, the color was exactly the glorious color as Gray wanted. It did not have mixed shades of fire, poppy petals, violet or purple hints; There was also no blueness, no shadow - nothing that causes doubt. He is growing like a smile, the charm of spiritual reflection. Gray thought so thought that forgot about the owner, who was waiting for his back with the tension of the hunting dog, which made the rack. The charter wait, the merchant reminded himself a crackling chunker of matter.
Pretty samples, "said Gray, getting up," I take this silk.
The whole piece? - Dough doubting, asked the merchant. But Gray silently watched him in his forehead, why the owner of the shop was made a little unleasising. - In this case, how many meters?
Glya nodded, inviting to wait, and calculated the pencil on paper the required amount.
Two thousand meters. - He looked at the shelves in doubt. - Yes, no more than two thousand meters.
Two? - said the owner, convulsively jumping like a spring. - Thousands? Meters? I ask you to sit down, captain. Do you want to take a look, captain, samples of new matters? As you wish. Here are matches, here is a wonderful tobacco; I ask you to. Two thousand ... Two thousand vessels. "He said the price that has the same attitude to the present, like an oath to a simple" yes, ", but Gray was pleased, because I did not want to bargain. "Amazing, the best silk," the shopkeeper continued, "the goods outside the comparison, only I find such.
When he finally became delighted with delight, Gray agreed with him about the delivery, taking the cost of costs, paid on his account and left, accompanied by the owner with the honors of the Chinese king. Meanwhile, across the street from the place where there was a shop, a stray musician, configuring Cello, forced her a quiet bow to speak sad and good; His comrade, Fleotist, Satisfied the singing of a jet with a poverty whistle; A simple song, which they announced a dormant yard, reached the ears of Graha, and immediately understood that he should do next. In general, all these days he was on the happiest height of spiritual vision, with which all hints and suggestions of reality were clearly noticed; I hear the dried dries of the crews, he entered the center of the most important impressions and thoughts caused, according to his character, this music, already feeling why and how it comes well what came up with. Minovaya Lane, Gray went to the gate of the house, where a musical performance took place. By that time, the musicians were going to leave; High flutist with a view of a scored dignity gratefully waved her hat to the windows from where coins flew out. Cello has already returned to his master's mouse; The one wiping the sweated forehead, waited for a flaretist.
Ba, yes that's you, zimmer! He told him Gray, recognizing the violinist, who had fun in the evenings with his beautiful game of sailors, guests of the restaurant "Money on a barrel". - How did you change the violin?
The expensive captain, - Zimmer's smugly objected, - I play on everything that sounds and cracks. In my youth, I was a musical clown. Now I'm pulling me to art, and I am with grief I see that I ruined the outstanding talent. Therefore, I love two from late greed at once 2: Viola and violin. I play the cello during the day, and on the violin in the evenings, that is, as if we are crying, sobbing about the deceased talent. Do not votense, but? Cello is my carmen, and violin.
Assol, "said Gray. Zimmer did not hear.
Yes, he nodded, - solo on plates or copper tubes - another thing. However, what am I?! Let the soldiers of the art - I know that the Fairy always rest in the violin and cello.
And what is hiding in my "tour liu-rly"? - asked the feltist, the tall children with lamb blue eyes and a blond beard asked. - Well, tell me?
Looking at how much you drank in the morning. Sometimes - a bird, sometimes - alcoholic couples. Captain, this is my doss companion; I told him how you silent gold, when drinking, and he in love with you in absentia.
Yes, "said Doss," I love the gesture and generosity. But I am a heter, do not believe my vile flattery.
This is what, - said, laughing, Gray. - I have little time, and it does not tolerate. I suggest you well earn. Collect the orchestra, but not from a pike with the front faces of the dead, who are in musical booking or that even worse in sound gastronomy, forgot about the soul of music and quietly burn pops with their intricate noises, - no. Collect your, forcing the crying eyes of cook and lakes; Collect your vagrants. Sea and love do not tolerate pedants. I would love to sit with you, and not even with one bottle, but you need to go. I have a lot of things. Take it and drink by the letter A. If you like my offer, come to the "secret", it stands near the head dam.
I agree! - Cimmer cried, knowing that Gray pays, like a king. - DUCH, bow, say "yes" and turn a hat from joy! Captain Gray wants to marry!
Yes, he just said Gray. - All details I will inform you on the "Secret". You ...
Behind the letter A! "Duss, pushing the cimmer's elbow, winked Grahi." - But ... how many letters in the alphabet! Sick anything and fit ...
Gray gave more money. Musicians gone. Then he went into the commission office and gave a secret instruction for a large amount - to fulfill urgently, within six days. While Gray returned to his ship, the agent of the office has already sat down on a steamer. In the evening they brought silk; Five sailboats hired by Gray, fit with sailors; I have not returned to the watery and the musicians did not come; In anticipation of their Gray set off to swim with Panten.
It should be noted that Gray floated with one team makeup for several years. Initially, the captain surprised the sailors with whims of unexpected flights, stops - sometimes monthly - in the most non-traded and deserted places, but gradually they fused the Grahism. He often sailed with one ballast, refusing to take profitable freight only because he did not like the proposed cargo. No one could persuade him to carry soap, nails, parts of cars and the other, which silently silent in the holds, causing lifeless views of the boring need. But he willingly shipped fruits, porcelain, animal, spices, tea, tobacco, coffee, silk, valuable trees: black, sandalwood, palm tree. All this answered the aristocratism of his imagination, creating a picturesque atmosphere; It is not surprising that the "Secret" team, thus brought up in the spirit of peculiarity, looked somewhat down on all other vessels, shrouded in smoke. Still, this time Gray met questions in physiognomies; The most stupid sailor knew perfectly that there was no need to repair the forest river in line.
Panten, of course, told them the order of Gray; When he entered, the assistant twisted him with the sixth cigar, wandering around the cabin, Oshhalev from smoke and bumping into the chairs. Evening evening; Through the open porthole, the golden beam of the light was braced, in which the lacquered visor of the captain's cap flared.
Everything is ready, "Panten said gloomily. - If you want, you can raise anchor.
You should, Panten, know me somewhat better, "Gray remarked gently.
No secrecy in what I do. As soon as we throw anchor to the bottom of Liliana, I will tell everything, and you will not spend so many matches on bad cigars. Go, take off the anchor.
Panten, embarrassing smiling, scratched an eyebrow.
This, of course, so, he said. - However, I'm nothing. When he came out, Gray sat a few time, motionless looking into the half-open door, then he moved to himself. Here he was sitting, it went down; That, listening to the cod of the Bratpil, rolling down a loud chain, was going to go to the tank, but he wondered again and returned to the table, the hell with a finger's shine straight rapid line. Punch with a fist at the door brought it out of the manic state; He turned the key, letting the flibbies. The sailor, heavily breathing, stopped with the view of the messenger, on time warned the execution.
- "Letica, Letica," - I said to myself, "he spoke quickly," when I saw with a cable mall, our guys dance around the marriage, smiling in her palm. I have an eye, like an eagle. And I flew; I was so breathing on the boatman, that a person swept away from excitement. Captain, did you want to leave me on the shore?
Letica, "said Gray, looking after his red eyes," I expected you no later than the morning. Did you lie on the back of cold water?
Lil. Not as much as it was accepted inside, but Lil. Done.
Speak. - Do not speak, captain; Here everything is recorded. Take and read. I tried very hard. I'll leave.
Where to?
I see the eye of your eye, which is still a little lil on the back of cold water.
He turned and came out with the strange movements of the blind. Gray unfolded a piece of paper; The pencil must have been divided when she took these drawings for it, resembling an excessive fence. That's what a wagon wrote: "In accordance with the instructions. After five hours, I walked down the street. House with a gray roof, two windows on the side; With it, the garden. The familiar features came twice: watering time, behind the chips for the plate two. At the occurrence of darkness penetrated the window, but I did not see anything because of the curtains. "
Then there were several indications of the family character, mined by a flibbies, apparently, by a drinking conversation, since the memorials ended, somewhat unexpectedly, in words: "At the expense of expenses, the smallness of his ownness was attached."
But the creature of this report spoke only about what we know from the first chapter. Glya put a piece of paper on the table, whistled the wrapped and sent behind Panthen, but instead of an assistant, Awood boatswain appeared, leaving the tied sleeves.
We wrapped in the dam, "he said. - Panten sent to find out what you want. He is busy: there were some people with pipes, drums and other violins on him. Did you call them on the "secret"? Panten asks you to come, says he has a fog in his head.
Yes, Awood, - said Gray, - I, exactly, called musicians; Flight, tell me to go to the kubrick. Next will be visible how to arrange them. Awood, tell them and team that I will go to the deck in a quarter of an hour. Let them gather; You and Panten, of course, too, listen to me.
Awood stood like a trigger, left eyebrow, stood sideways at the door and came out. These ten minutes Gray spent, closing his face with his hands; He was not prepared for anything and did not count anything, but I wanted to mentally silend. Meanwhile, he was already waiting for everything, impatiently and curiosity, complete guesses. He came out and saw on persons waiting for incredible things, but since he himself found perfectly natural, then the stress of foreign souls affected it easy annoyance.
Nothing special, "said Gray, sitting down on the ladder of the bridge. - We are simply at the mouth of the river until we change the whole rigging. You saw that red silk was brought; From him, under the leadership of the Blent sailing master, new sails will be watched. Then we will go, but where - I will not say; In any case, not far from here. I'm going to my wife. She's not a wife yet, but it will be her. I need scarlet sails, so that you have been published, as it is agreed with her, she noticed us. That's all. As you can see, there is nothing mysterious. And pretty about it.
Yes, "said Awood, seeing the smiling masters of sailors, that they are pleasantly puzzled and do not decide to speak. "So what's the matter, the captain ... not us, of course, judge this." As you wish, it will be. I congratulate you.
Thank you! "Gray strongly squeezed the arm of the Boatswain, but he, having made an incredible effort, answered such a hospital that the captain lost. After that, everything came up, replacing each other with a shy warmth of the view and mumbling congratulations. Nobody shouted, did not succeed - something was not quite simple, sailors felt in the detractive words of the captain. Panten sighed lightweight and cheerful - his mental gravity melted. One ship carpenter remained something unhappy: Teddy Holding Gray's hand, he dreamed gloomily: - How did you occur to you, Captain?
As a blow of your ax, "said Gray. - Zimmer! Show your children.
The violinist, clapping on the back of the musicians, pushed seven people, dressed extremely sloppy.
Here, - said Zimmer, - this is thrombone; Does not play, but a palette like a gun. These two boceless wellers are fanfares; How to play, so now you want to fight. Then the clarinet, the cornet-a-piston and the second violin. All of them are the great masters hugging a triple reception, that is me. And here is the main owner of our cheerful craft - Fritz, drummer. Drummers, you know, usually a disappointed look, but this has a dignity, with passion. In his game there is something open and straight as his sticks. Is everything done, Captain Gray?
Amazing, - said Gray. - All of you are assigned a place in the trunk, which this time, it means, will be immersed by different "scherzo", "Adagio" and "Fortissimo". Dispose. Panten, remove the mooring, tround. I change you in two hours.
He did not notice these two hours, as they passed everything in the same inner music that did not leave his consciousness, as the pulse leaves the arteries. He thought about one, wanted one, sought to one. A person action, he mentally ahead of the course of events, sorry only that they can not move as simple and soon, like checkers. Nothing in a calm outside of him told him about the tension of the feeling, whose hum, like the Gulu of a huge bell hitting her head, was racing in all his creature a deafening nerve moan. It brought him, finally, before he began to consider mentally: "one", two ... thirty ... "And so on, until the" thousand "said. Such an exercise has affected: he was able to finally look at the part of the company. Here somewhat surprised him that he could not imagine the inner associate, because he did not even speak with her. He read somewhere that it was possible, at least vaguely, to understand a person, if, imagining himself by this man, copy the expression of his face. Gray's eyes have begun to take an unusual strange expression on them, and the lips under the mustache develop into a weak, a meek smile, as, having matched, he looked around and came out to change Panthen.
It was dark. Panten, holding up the collar of the jacket, walked at the compass, saying the steering: "Levo Quarter Rumba; left. Still: a quarter. " "The secret" was half the sails with passing wind.
You know, "said Panten Graj," I am satisfied.
Than?
The same as you are. I got it. Here, on the bridge. - He tricks his cunning, shining smile with a fire tube.
Well, - said Gray, suddenly guessing, what's the matter, - what did you understand there? "The best way to arm your smuggling," Panten whispered. - Everyone can have such sails, which wanted. You have a brilliant head, Gray!
Poor Panten! - said the captain, not knowing, angry or laugh. - Your guess is witty, but devoid of all the basics. Go to sleep. I give you the Word that you are mistaken. I do what I said.
He sent him to sleep, referred to the direction of the course and sat down. Now we will leave him, as he needs to be alone.
The story of Alexander Green Scarlet Sails. Dawn
The jet of foam, discarded by the feed of the Graya Ship "secret," passed through the ocean white feature and went out in the brilliance of Lissa's evening lights. The ship stood on the raid near the lighthouse.
Ten days "Secret" discharged Ibuche, coffee and tea, the eleventh day the team spent on the shore, in rest and wine vapors; On the twelfth day, Gray is depressed, without any reason, without understanding the longing.
Still in the morning, barely waking up, he already felt that this day began in black rays. He dressed gloomily, reluctantly had breakfast, forgot to read the newspaper and smoked for a long time, immersed in an inexpressible world of aimless tension; Among the vaguely arising words wandered unrecognized desires, mutually destroyed themselves equal to effort. Then he took up the case.
Accompanied by Bottchman Gray examined the ship, ordered to pull the guy, weaken the Sturrus, clean the cares, to change the Cleaver, squeeze the deck, clean the compass, open, ventilate, and react a magnitude. But the case did not entertain Gray. Full anxious attention to the sadness of the day, he lived him irritably and sadly: he would look like someone, but he forgot who and where.
In the evening, he sat down in the cabin, took the book and led to the author for a long time, making the notes of paradoxical properties on the fields. Some time he was amused by this game, this conversation with the mulling of the coffin is dead. Then, taking a handset, he drowned in blue smoke, living among the ghostly arabesque arising in his strata layers. Tobacco scary mighty; Like the oil poured into the jumping break of the waves, smires their rabies, and tobacco: softening the feelings, he reduces them with several tones below; They sound smaller and musical. Therefore, Tosca Gray, after finally after the three tubes offensive importance, passed into thoughtful diffraction. Such a state lasted for about an hour; When the soul fog disappeared, Gray woke up, wanted movement and went to the deck. There was a full night; Beyond the black water, the stars and lights of the mast lanterns dreamed. Warm like a cheek, the air smelled the sea. Gray, raised his head, squinted on the golden coal of the stars; Instantly, the miles penetrated his pupils a fiery needle of a distant planet in his mind. The deaf noise of the evening city reached hearing from the depths of the bay; Sometimes the coastal phrase flew in a sensitive water, said as if on the deck; Clearly sounded, she went to the screen of the gear; A match broke out on the tank, refreshing his fingers, round eyes and mustache. Gray whistled; The fire of the tube moved and swam to him; Soon the captain saw the hand and face of the Watchman in the darkness.
Tell letics, "said Gray, - that he will go with me. Let the fishing rods take.
He descended into the gate, where she was waiting for ten minutes. Fercia, a favorable, rogue guy, swores about the board with oars, filed them with Gray; Then he descended himself, settled down and put the bag with provisions in the silt of the gate. Gray sat down to the steering wheel.
Where to choose, captain? - asked the ate, stew the boat with right oars.
The captain was silent. The sailor knew that in this silence could not be inserted words, and therefore, silently himself, began to row strongly.
Gray took the direction to the Open Sea, then began to keep the left shore. He was still going to swim. The steering wheel was shuffling; Zvyakali and splashing oars, everything else was sea and silence.
During the day, a person hesitates such a variety of thoughts, impressions, speeches and words that all this would be not one of the thick book. The face of the day acquires a certain expression, but Gray today vainly peered into this face. In his troubled features, one of those feelings, what a lot, but not given the name. As nor call them, they will remain forever out of words and even concepts like the suggestion of the fragrance. In the power of such a feeling was now Gray; He could, really, say: - "I'm waiting, I see, I will soon find out ...", but even these words were equal to more than individual drawings regarding architectural design. In these trends there was still the power of light excitement.
Where they sailed, on the left of the wavy thickening of the darkness. Over the red glass windows were sparks of flue pipes; It was a caper. Gray heard a short and bark. The ruities of the village resembled a furnace door, burned holes, through which the blazing coal is visible. The ocean, obvious, as the presence of a sleeping person. Moving Capern, Gray turned to the shore. Here quietly nailed with water; Taking the lantern, he saw the pits of the cliff and his top, hanging protrusions; He liked this place.
Here we will catch fish, "said Gray, flapping the rower on the shoulder.
The sailor chuckled indefinitely.
The first time I swim with such a captain, - he murmured. - Captain delight, but unlike. Captain harness. However, I love it.
Scoring the paddle in Il, he tied a boat to him, and both climbed up, climbing along the stones from knees and elbows. From the cliff stretched a piece. There was a knock of the ax, whining a dry trunk; Having a tree, the little girl spread a fire on the cliff. The shadows and water reflected by water moved; In the retreating darkness, grass and branches were highlighted; Over the bone, giving up, sparkling, trembled air.
Gray sat down by the fire.
Well, "he said, stretching the bottle, - drink, a friend of a firing, for the health of all the conversants. By the way, you took not a fake, but ginger.
Sorry, Captain, - answered the sailor, translating the spirit. "Allow it to eat ..." He serves half of the chicken at once and, having drove the mouth of the wing, continued: "I know that you love the foolish." Only it was dark, and I rushed. Ginger, you know, the hard man. When I need to fight, I drink ginger. While the captain ate and drank, the sailor of the spark glance at him, then, without holding away, said: - Is it true, captain, what they say, as if you are from a notable family?
It's not interesting, atetics. Take a fishing rod and catch if you want.
And you?
I? I do not know. May be. But then. The atetics opened the fishing rod, sentenced to verses, to which there was a master, to the great admiration of the team: - From the lace and the rusts, I checked a long whip and, hook to him. - Then he tickped his finger in the worms box. "This worm in the ground wandered around and his life was glad, and now the hook fell apart - and his Somi will be eaten."
Finally, he left with singing: - Night of quiet, beautiful vodka, trembling, sturgeon, faint, surname, - Fish Watching from the mountain!
Gray lay down by the fire, looking at the water reflective fire. He thought, but without the participation of will; In this state, the thought, absently holding the surrounding, vaguely sees it; She rushes, like a horse in a close crowd, gone, swelling and stopping; Emptiness, confusion and delay alternately accompany her. She wanders in the shower of things; from bright unrest hurries to secret hints; Spinning on the ground and the sky, vitally talking with imaginary faces, quit and decorate memories. In the cloud movement, this is all alive and convex and all incoherently like nonsense. And often smiles at resting consciousness, seeing, for example, as in reflection about fate suddenly, the look is complaining of a completely inappropriate: some twig, broken two years ago. So I thought by the fire of Gray, but was "somewhere" - not here.
The elbow, which he relied, supporting his head, seeked and stalk. Stars shone pale, the darkness was intensified by the tension preceding the dawn. The captain began to fall asleep, but did not notice that. He wanted to drink, and he reached out to the bag, revealing him already in a dream. Then he stopped dreaming; The next two hours were for Gray, no more than those seconds during which he bowed heads on his hands. During this time, the Letica appeared by the fire twice, smoked and stailed out of curiosity in his mouth caught fishing - what's there? But there, of course, nothing was.
Waking up, Gray for a moment forgot, as he got into these places. With amazement, he saw a happy brilliance of the morning, breaking the coast among these branches and a flaming blue distance; Over the horizon, but at the same time and over his legs hung the leaves of hazel. At the bottom of the cliff - with the impression that Under the back of Gray - hiped quiet surf. Flashing from the leaf, the dew drop spread out the sleepy face with a cold slap. He got up. Everywhere triumphed light. The cooled head head clung to the life of thin jet smoke. His smell attached to breathe wild charm to the air of the forest greens.
The flies were not; He got carried away; He, sweating, wondered with a passion for a gambling player. Gray came out of the thickets in a shrub scattered over a hill skate. He smoked and burning her grass; Wet flowers looked like children, violent with cold water. The green world was breathing in the shame of tiny mouths, preserving to pass by Grahi among her jumped tightness. The captain climbed into an open place, overgrown with motley herbs, and saw a sleeping young girl here.
He quietly removed the branch and stopped with a sense of dangerous find. Not further, as in five steps, curled down, picking up one leg and stretching the other, lying his head on cozy tired of the tired associate. Her hair was moved in disarray; The neck was unbuttoned by a button, opening a white hole; An expulsted skirt broke his knees; The eyelashes slept on the cheek, in the shade of a gentle, convex temple, half a closed dark strand; The little finger of the right hand, who was under his head, bent to the back of the head. Gray squatted, looking at the girl in the face from the bottom and not suspecting that he had a fauna from the painting of Arnold Beclin.
Perhaps, under other circumstances, this girl would have been noticed to them only with his eyes, but then he saw her otherwise. Everything strained, everything grinned in it. Of course, he did not know her nor her name, no matter why she fell asleep on the shore, but it was very satisfied with this. He loved the paintings without explanation and signatures. The impression of such a picture is incomparably stronger; Its content, not related to words, becomes limitless, arguing all guesses and thoughts.
The shadow of foliage was closer to the trunks, and Gray was still sitting in the same poorly pose. All sleeping on the girl: slept dark hair, the dress and folds of dresses sleep; Even the grass near her body seemed to be raised due to sympathy. When the impression was complete, Gray entered his warm wave wave and sailed with her. For a long time, I already shouted the letkah: - "Captain, where are you?" - But the captain did not hear him.
When he finally got up, the tendency to an unusual found him surprise with determination and inspiration of an irritated woman. I thoughtfully inferior to her, he took off the old expensive ring from the finger, not without reason, thinking that, maybe, this tells the life of something significant, like spelling. He gently lowered the ring on a small little finger whispering from under the nape. The little finger is impatiently moved and smoke. Looking again at this resting face, Gray turned and saw in the bushes high raised sailor's eyebrows. Watching the mouth, looked at Graya's classes with such surprise, with what, right, watched an ion on the mouth of his furnished whale.
Ah, it's you, a flirty! - said Gray. - Look at her. What is good?
Warrant artistic canvas! - the sailor shouted in a whisper, who loved book expressions. - In terms of circumstances, there is something posing. I caught four moray and some more thick as a bubble.
Quieter, atetics. Run away from here.
They moved to the bushes. They should now turn to the boat, but Gray Medlil, considering the distance of the low coast, where the morning smoke of the pipes of Caperin was shown over her grain and sand. In this smoke, he saw a girl again.
Then he resolutely turned, going down along the slope; Sailor, without asking what happened, was behind; He felt that there was no compulsory silence. Already around the first buildings, Gray suddenly said: - Will you define a wretch, your experienced eye, where is the restaurant? - There must be a black roof, "I realized the firing," and, however, maybe not she. "
What is noticeable in this roof?
I do not know, Captain. Nothing more like voice heart.
They approached the house; That was really a traaster Menners. In the open window, on the table, a bottle was visible; Near her, someone's dirty hand drilled half a stone.
Although the hour was early, three people were located in the overall hall of the restaurant. The window was sitting the coal, the owner of drunken mustows, already noticed by us; Between the buffet and the inner door of the hall, two fishermen were placed behind the scrambled and beer. Menners, a long young guy, with a spring boring face and the special expression of the cunningness in the suberpiced eyes, which is inherent in triggers in general, has crossed the resistant dishes. On the dirty floor lay a sunny binding of the window.
Hardly Gray joined the smoke light as Menners, respectfully putting, came out because of his cover. He immediately guessed in Gray of the real captain - the discharge of guests, rarely they were visible. Gray asked Roma. The coverage of the table yellowed in the fuss of the human tablecloth, Menners brought a bottle, lying in half the tip of the rolled label. Then he returned for the rack, looking attentively on Ghea, then something awesome on a plate with a plate.
While the Walking, taking a glass with both hands, modestly whispered with him, looking out the window, Gray called Mennels. Hin suddenly sat down at the tip of the chair, clicked by this appeal and the flattened precisely because it was expressed by the nod of the griee tree.
You, of course, know all the inhabitants here, "Gray spoke calmly. - I am interested in the name of a young girl in a golk, in a dress with pink flower, dark-rod and low, aged from seventeen to twenty years. I met her nearby. What is her name?
He said this with a solid east of the force that does not allow to see from this tone. Hin Mensners is internally spinning and even grinned slightly, but externally obeyed the nature of the appeal. However, before answering, he paused - the only of the fruitless desire to guess what was the matter.
GM! He said, raising his eyes to the ceiling. - It must be "ship associate", there must be no one else. She is pleasing.
Indeed? - Having indifferently said Gray, unscrewing a major sip. - How did it happen?
When so, if you please listen to. "And Hin told Grahu about how many years ago a girl spoke on the seashore with a collector of songs." Of course, this story since the beggar approved her being in the same restaurant, took the outlines of coarse and flat gossip, but the essence remained untouched. "Since she is called her," said Menners, "her" Assol Ship "is name.
Gray mechanically looked at the flog that continued to be quiet and modest, then his eyes turned to a dusty road running from the restaurant, and he felt like a blow - simultaneous blow in his heart and head. On the road, face to him, she was the most shipboard associate, to which Menners had just reacted clinically. The amazing features of her face resembling the mystery indelibly exciting, although ordinary words, appeared in front of him now in the light of her look. The sailor and Menners sat to the window with his back, but so that they accidentally turned - Gray had courage to take a look at the red eyes of Hina. The field of how he saw the eyes of the Assol, the whole of the Jossina of the Mennersov of the story was scattered. Meanwhile, I suspected anything, Hin continued: "I can also inform you that her father is a very backer." He drowned my dad, like a cat some, forgive the Lord. It…
He interrupted an unexpected wild roar from the back. Scary with the eyes, the coal, having shook himself, sternly, suddenly cried with singing and so fiercely, that everyone was shuddering.
Basket, basket, Derie with us for the basket! ..
Again you loaded, the knob is damned! - shouted Menners. - Go out!
... But only be afraid to get into our Palestines! .. - Sumped the coal and, as if nothing was, Skilled the mustache in the splashed glass.
Hin Menners was indignantly shrugged.
Dryan, not a man, he said with the creepy dignity of Skopidoma. - Every time such a story!
You can't tell anything more? Asked Gray.
I mean? I tell you that the father of the bastard. Through it, I, your mercy, orphaned, and still children should have maintained a mortal intake.
You're lying, - suddenly said the coil. - You're lying so nagged and unfulstly that I rubbed. "Hin did not have time to uncover his mouth, as the coal turned to Grah:" He's lying. " His father also lied; The lords and mother. Such a breed. You can be deceased that she is also healthy like me. I spoke to her. She sat on my wagon eighty four times, or a little less. When a girl walks out of the city, and I sold my coal, I will certainly put the girl. Let her sit. I say that she has a good head. It is now visible. With you, Hin Menners, she, I understand, will not say two words. But I, sir, in the free coal business despise the courts and sense. She says as big, but the fancy conversation. Listen - as if everything is the same as we would tell you, and she has the same thing, but not quite so. Here, for example, it became about her craft.
"I'll tell you what," she says and keeps at my shoulder, like a fly for the bell tower, "my work is not boring, just everyone wants to come up with a special." I, - Says, - So I want to be hung to my boat myself, and rowing rowing would be truly; Then they stick to the shore, give the berth and honor-honor, exactly alive, sit on the shore to bite. "
I, it, I wandered, I began to be ridiculous. I say: - "Well, Assol, this is what is your business, and thoughts so you have such, and look around: everything is in work, like in a fight." "No," she says, "I know I know." When the fisherman catches the fish, he thinks he caught a big fish, which no one caught. " - "Well, and me?" - "And you? - She laughs, - You, right, when you blame the coal with a basket, then you think that it will bloom. " That's what word she said! At the same moment I jerked me, I confess, look at the empty basket, and so I got into my eyes, as if the kidney crawled out of the rods; They burst these kidneys, splashed on the basket of a sheet and gone. I even sober up! And Hin Menners is lying and money does not take; I know him!
Considering that the conversation passed into an explicit insult, Menners pierced the coalcher with a look and disappeared for the rack, from where Gorky was inquired: - Do you order to file something?
No, "said Gray, getting money," we get up and go. " Watching, you will stay here, come back in the evening and you will be silent. Having learned everything you can, give me. Do you understand?
The kindest captain, "the letka said with some familiarity caused by Rum, - not to understand this can only be deaf.
Perfectly. Remember also that in any of those cases that can be introduced to you, it is impossible to talk about me nor mention even my name. Goodbye!
Gray came out. From that time, he had not left the feeling of astounding discoveries, like a spark in the powder mortar of Bertold, - one of those spiritual collaps, from which it breaks out, sparkling, fire. The spirit of immediate action mastered them. He came his senses and gathered with thoughts, only when he sat down into the boat. Laughing, he put his hand with his hand up - the sultry sun, - as it did one boy in the wine cellar; Then sailed and began to quickly row towards the harbor.
Chapter 7.. Scarlet "Secret"
There was a white morning hour; In the huge forest stood a subtle couple, full of strange visions. An unknown hunter, who had just left his bonfire, moved along the river; Through the trees shone the lumen of its air emptiness, but the diligent hunter did not fit them, considering the fresh trace of the bear heading towards the mountains.
A sudden sound swept among the trees with an unexpected anxious chase; This serves clarinet. The musician, going to the deck, played the passage of the melody, full of sad, lengthy repetition. The sound was trembling as a voice hiding mountain; Increased, smiled in a sad overflow and broke off. Fallen echo vaguely fished the same melody.
The hunter, noting the trail of a broken branch, spoke to the water. The fog has not yet dissipated; It gasli outlines of a huge ship, slowly rotating to the mouth of the river. His rolled sails came to life, hanging with festons, straightening and covering mast with powerless shields of huge folds; Voices and steps were heard. Coastal wind, trying to blow, lazily rubbed the sail; Finally, the heat of the sun produced the desired effect; The air pressure intensified, scattered fog and resulted in a river in light scarlet shapes, full roses. The pink shadows slipped on white Mast and gear, everything was white, except for excommunicated, smoothly moved sails of color deep joy.
The hunter, looking from the shore, wipe his eyes for a long time, until he was convinced that he saw exactly so, and not otherwise. The ship disappeared by turn, and he still stood and watched; Then, silently shrugged, went to his bear.
While the "secret" was the river bed, Gray stood at the helm, not trusting the helm of the sailor - he was afraid of Melie. Panten was sitting nearby, in a new cloudy pair, in a new shiny cap, shaved and humbly inflated. He still did not feel any connection between the scratch and the direct goal of Gray.
"Now," said Gray, "when my sails are treated, the wind is good, and in my heart it is more happiness than the elephant at the sight of a small bun, I will try to set up you with my thoughts, as promised in Lisse. Notice - I do not consider you stupid or stubborn, no; You are an exemplary sailor, and it stands a lot. But you, like most, listen to the voices of all the simple truths through the thick glass of life; They scream, but you will not hear. I do what exists like an old idea of \u200b\u200ba beautiful uncomfortable, and that, essentially, is also selling and possible as a country walk. Soon you will see a girl who can not, should not otherwise get married, as soon as in this way, what I develop in your eyes.
He compressed the sailor, what we know well, having finished the explanation like this: - You see, the fate, will and property of characters are tightly woven; I come to the one that awaits and can only wait for me, I do not want anyone else, besides her, it can be precisely because thanks to her I understood one simple truth. She is to make the so-called miracles with her own hands. When the most important thing for a person is to receive a shipping penny, it's easy to give this penny, but when the soul is tatting a grain of a fiery plant - a miracle, make it a miracle, if you are able to. The new soul will be with him and you have a new one. When the prison chief himself will release the prisoner when the billionaire gives the scribe to the villa, the capacious singer and the safe, and the jockey will at least once begte the horse for the sake of another horse, which is not lucky - then everyone will understand how it is pleasant, as it is inexpressible wonderful. But there are no less wonders: smile, fun, forgiveness, and - on time, the necessary word. To own it - it means to own everything. As for me, our beginning is mine and Assol - will remain forever in Aloma, the sails, created by the depth of the heart, who knows what love is. Did you understand me?
- Yes captain. - Panten shaked, wiped the mustache neatly folded pure handkerchief. - I got it. You touched me. I will go down and ask for forgiveness from Nix, whom yesterday scolded for a swung bucket. And let him tobacco - he lost his card.
Before Gray, somewhat surprised by such a rapid practical result of his words, managed to say anything, Panten was already drunk down the ladder and sighed somewhere. Gray looked up, looking up; Absole sails were silent over him; The sun in their seams shone purple smoke. "The secret" was in the sea, removing from the shore. There was no doubt about the call of Graha's soul - neither deafness of anxiety, no noise of small worries; Quietly, as a sail, he rushed to a delightful goal; Full of those thoughts that are ahead of words.
By noon, the smoke of the military cruiser appeared on the horizon, the cruiser changed the course and from the distance half a mile raised the signal - "go to the drift!".
- Bratz, - said Gray Sataros, - We are not fired, do not be afraid; They just do not believe their eyes.
He ordered drift. Panten, shouting as a fire, brought the "secret" from the wind; The ship stopped, meanwhile, as a steam boat with a team and a lieutenant in white gloves rushed from the cruiser; Lieutenant, stepping on the deck of the ship, looked in amazeled and passed with Gray to the cabin, from where he went, strangely waving his hand and smiling, as if he got a rank, back to the blue cruiser. Apparently, this time Gray had more success than with an alcoholic panthen, since the cruiser, knead, hit the horizon by the powerful salvo salute, whose rapid smoke, breaking through the air with huge sparkling balls, was dispelled by shreds over quiet water. All day on the cruiser reigned a certain semiconductive stability; The mood was unsurger, shot down - under the sign of love, which was spoken everywhere - from the salon to the machine hold, and the passing mine department asked the passing sailor:
- "How did you get married?" - "I caught her for a skirt when she wanted to jump out from me in the window," Tom said and proudly twisted the mustache.
For some time, "secret" was a blank sea, without shores; By noon, the distant coast was opened. Taking the pylon tube, Gray stared at Kapern. If it were not for a row of roofs, he would discern in the window of one house Assol, sitting for some book. She read; Through the page, a greenish bug, stopping and lifting on the front paws with a kind of independent and homemade. Already twice it was without an annoyance, he was blown up on the window sill, from where she appeared trusting and loosely, as if he wanted to say something. This time he managed to get almost to the hand of a girl who kept the angle of the page; Here he stuck on the word "Look", I doubtfully stopped, waiting for a new squall, and, indeed, I barely avoided the trouble, as the associate already exclaimed: - "Again the behead ... Fool! .." - and wanted to resolutely blow the guest in the grass, But suddenly the random transition from one roof to another opened it on the blue ship of a white ship with almy sails on a blue sea gap.
She flinched, leaning back, froze; Then he sharply jumped up with a dizzyfully falling heart, flashes by uncontrollable tears of inspired shocks. "The Secret" at that time went a little cape, holding the angle of the left side; Negroy music flowed in a blue day with a white deck under the fire of scarlet silk; The music of rhythmic overflows, transmitted not quite well known to all words: "Pour, pour wine glasses - and drink, friends, for love" ... - In her simplicity, Licking, unfolded and rakeed excitement.
Do not remember how the house left, the Assol was already on the sea, praised the incentive wind of the event; At the first corner, she stopped almost without strength; Her legs were cut off, breathing was broken and gaslo, the consciousness was held on the hair. Out of the fear of losing the will, she stuck foot and recovered. At times, the roof, then the fence was hiding scarlet sails from her; Then, afraid, if they did not disappear, as a simple ghost, she was in a hurry to Must a painful obstacle and, again seeing the ship, stopped to sigh lightweight.
In the meantime, such a confusion occurred in Kapern, such an excitement, such a magnitude confusion, which will not be inflexion to the affect of famous earthquakes. Never have a big ship approached this shore; The ship had those sails whose name sounded like a mockery; Now they are clear and irrefutably flayed with the innocence of the fact that refutes all the laws of being and common sense. Men, women, children hollows rushed to the shore, who was in what; Residents echoed from the courtyard to the courtyard, sharpened on each other, shine and fell; Soon the water has formed a crowd, and the Assol rushed into this crowd. While she was not, her name flew among people with nervous and sullen alarm, with evil fright. Men said more; Smelted, snakes shattered, shattered, sobbing women, but if he began to crack - the poison climbed into his head. As soon as Assol appeared, all smalkley, everyone with fear came from her, and she remained one medium of the void of sultry sand, confused, ashamed, happy, with a face of no less scarm than her miracle, helplessly stretching his hands to a high ship.
The boat was separated from him, full of tanned rowers; Among them was the one who seemed to her now, she knew, vaguely remembered since childhood. He looked at her with a smile, which warmed and rushing. But thousands of recent funny fears overcame Assol; Deadly fear of everything - mistakes, misunderstandings, mysterious and harmful interference - she ran into the waves on the belt, shouting: - I'm here, I'm here! It's me!
Then Zimmer waved the bow - and the same melody burst into the nerves of the crowd, but this time a complete, triumphant chorus. From the excitement, the movement of clouds and waves, the gloss of water and gave the girl almost could not already distinguish that she was moving: she, ship or boat - everything was moving, spinning and falling out.
But the paddle sharply splashed near her; She raised her head. Gray bent, her hands grabbed his belt. Assol climbed; Then, quickly opening his eyes, boldly smiled at his shining face and, out of breath, said: - absolutely such.
- And you too, the child is mine! - Taketing out wet jewel from the water, said Gray. - That's, I came. Did you know me?
She nodded, holding his belt, with a new soul and loosely lit eyes. Happiness was sitting in her fluffy kitten. When Assol decided to open his eyes, shaking the boat, shine waves, approaching, powerfully silent, the side "Secret," - Everything was sleeping, where the light and water swung, circling, like the sun bunnies on the flowing rays. Do not remember - like, she climbed along the ladder in the strengths of Gray. The deck, covered and hung on carpets, in the scarlet splashes of sails, was like a heavenly garden. And soon Assol saw that it was standing in the cabin - in the room that could no longer be.
Then from above, shaking and burling the heart into his triumphant cry, huge music rushed again. Ansol has closed his eyes again, afraid that all this will disappear if it will look. Gray took her hands and, knowing now, where you can safely go, she hid the wet from the tears on his friend's chest, which came so magical. Carefully, but with a laughter, shocked and surprised by the fact that a precious minute inexpressible, inaccessible to anyone came, Gray raised up for her chin up. It's a long-lasting person, and the eyes of the girl finally revealed. They had the whole best person.
- Will you take my Longren to us? - she said.
- Yes. "And so tightly kissed her after her iron" yes, "she laughed.
Now we will take away from them, knowing that they need to be together one. Many in the world of words in different languages \u200b\u200band different adverbs, but all them, even remotely, do not pass what they said on the day this friend.
Meanwhile, on the deck of Grothachta, near the barrel, an eaten by a worm, with a shot down bottom, who opened the Table Grace, was already waiting for the whole crew. Awood stood; Panten Czyno sat, shining like a newborn. Gray rose up, gave the sign of the orchestra and, removing the cap, the first burned with a faceted glass, in the song of golden pipes, Holy Wine.
"Well, here ..." he said, finishing to drink, then threw a glass. - Now drink, drink everything; Who does not drink, that enemy me.
He did not have to repeat these words. At the time, as a complete move, under all the sails left the worst forever Kaperna "Secret", the crust around the barrel surpassed everything that the Great Holidays happens in this way.
- How did you like it? Gray Flying asked.
- Captain! - said, looking for words, sailor. "I don't know if I liked him, but my impressions need to be considered." Beehive and garden!
- I want to say that the hive and garden shoved in my mouth. Be happy, captain. And let him be happy that I will call the best cargo, the best "secret" prize!
When the next day it became light, the ship was far from Kaperna. Part of the crew as fell asleep, and remained lying on the deck, turning the wine of Gray; They held on the legs of only the steering yes the Watchman, and sitting on the stern with a vulture of the cello at the chin thoughtfully and the Crimson Cimmer. He was sitting quietly drove the bow, forcing the strings to speak magic, unearthly voice, and thought about happiness ...
Green A.
There was a white morning hour; In a huge forest stood a subtle couple, full-art visions. An unknown hunter, who had just left his bonfire, moved along the river; Through the trees shone the lumen of its air emptiness, a non-plane hunter did not fit them, looking at the fresh trace of the bear heading towards the mountains. A sudden sound swept among the trees with an unexpected anxiousPong; This serves clarinet. The musician, going to the deck, played the fragment of themelody, full of sad, lengthy repetition. The sound was trembling as a voice hiding mountain; Increased, smiled in a sad overflow and broke off. Falseeho vaguely fished the same melody. The hunter, noting the trail of a broken branch, spoke to the water. The fog has not been unexpected; It gasli outlines of a huge ship, a slow-sensitive to the mouth of the river. His rolled sails came to life, hanging with festons, straightening and covering mast with powerless shields of huge folds; Hearing angles and steps. Coastal wind, trying to blow, lazily rubbed the sail; Finally, the heat of the sun produced the desired effect; The air pressure intensified, the diffuseman and resulted in a river in light scarlet forms, full roses. Pink shaded mascolized on white Mast and gear, everything was white, except for stretched, smoothly moved sails of color deep joy. The hunter, looking from the shore, wipe his eyes for a long time, until he was convinced that he saw exactly so, and not otherwise. The ship disappeared over the turn, and he was still still and looked; Then, silently shrugged, went to his bear. While the "secret" was the riverbed of the river, Gray stood at the helm, not trusting the steering wheel - he was afraid of the mel. Panten was sitting nearby, in a new cloudy pair, a genuine shiny cap, shaved and humbly inflated. He still unfinished any connection between the scratch and the direct goal of Gray. "Now," said Gray, "when my sails are treated, the wind is good, and I wish you more happiness than the elephant at the sight of a small bun, Justive to set up you with my thoughts, as promised in Lisse. Note - I do not care with stupid or stubborn, no; You are an exemplary sailor, and it costs a lot. But you, like most, listen to the voices of all non-suitable truths through the fatstic life; They scream, but you will not hear. I do what exists like an old idea of \u200b\u200bthe beautiful is uncomfortable, and that, essentially, is also selling and possible as a suburban walk. Soon you are seeing you, which can not, should not otherwise get married, as soon as the inaccier, which I develop in your eyes. He compressed the sailor, what we know about, by finishing the explanation: - You see, the fate, will and properties and properties are crawled here; I come to the one that awaits and can only wait for me, I do not want anyone else, besides her, it can be precisely because thanks to her Japanese one simple truth. She is to make the so-called miraculous hands. When the most important thing for a person is to receive a shipping penny, it's easy to eat this pile, but when the soul is tatting a grain of a fiery plant - a miracle, make it a miracle, if you are able to. The new soul will be from him and the new joy. When the prison chief himself will release the prisoner when the billionaire projects the scribe Villa, the leaf singer and safe, and jockey at least once again, for the sake of another horse, which is not lucky, then everyone will understand, as it is even wonderful. But there are no less wonders: smile, fun, forgiveness, and - on time, the necessary word. To own it - to substantiate everyone. As for me, our beginning is mine and Assol - will remain forever in Aloma, the sails created by the depth of the heart, which knows what love. Did you understand me? -- Yes captain. - Panten shaked, wipe the mustache with a folded handkerchief. -- I got it. You touched me. I will go down and pop up the supervision of Nixa, whom yesterday he swallowed for a swung bucket. And let Hertabaku - he lost his cards. Before Gray, a somewhat surprised by such a quick-drawn abstract of his words, I managed to say anything, Panten already thundered down the duck and distantly sighed somewhere. Gray looked up, looking up; Absole sails rumbled over nymol; The sun in their seams shone purple smoke. The "secret" was in the sea, removing from the shore. There was no doubt about the call soul Gray-- neither deafness of anxiety, no noise of small worries; Quietly, as a sail, he rushed to a delightful goal; Full of those thoughts that are ahead of words. By noon, the smoke of the military cruiser appeared on the horizon, the cruiserism changed course and from the distance he raised the signal - "lie down in the drift!". "Brothers," said Gray Sataros, "don't be fired, do not be afraid; they just do not believe their eyes." He ordered drift. Panten, shouting as a fire, brought the "secret" of the claim; The vessel stopped, meanwhile, how from the cruiser rushed with steam boats with a team and a lieutenant in white gloves; Lieutenant, stepping on Falubucraclabela, looked in amazeled and passed with Gray to the cabin, from where he was around him, strangely waving his hand and smiling, as if he got a rank, back to the Craiser. Apparently, this time Gray had more success than a fat pantine, since the cruiser, kneading, hit the horizontally volley salute, the rapid smoke of which, breaking through the air with enormous balls, was dispelled by shreds over quiet water. All day, Squarers reigned a certain semicolute tooltitude; The mood is a belligent, downtown - under the sign of love, which was spoken everywhere - a discharge to the machine hold, and the passing of a consistent consuming: - "How did you marry? "-" I caught her for a skirt when she wanted me to the window, "said Tom and proudly twisted the mustache. For some time," the secret "was going on the empty sea, without the shores; to the feast of the distant coast. Taking a ticking pipe, Gray It was staring at Capernu. If there were not a row of roofs, he would distinguish in the window of one house Assol, sitting by ordering a book. She read; on the page Polzi greenish bug, stopping and lifting on the front paws with a view of an independent omoman. Already twice he was he Without annals, they will be blossomed to the windowsill, offered again trusting and loosely, as if he wanted to say something. On this, he managed to get almost to the hand of the girl who kept the corner of the page; here he was stuck on the word "look", I doubtfully stopped, waiting for a new village, and , indeed, barely avoided the trouble, as the associate is awesome: - "Again the begging ... Fool! .." - and wanted a decisively blurred in the grass, but suddenly a random transition from one roof to another opened on the blue sea gap Eastern Nursum white ship with almipars. She flinched, leaning back, froze; Then she sharply jumped with a gluably falling heart, flashes by the uncontrollable peasant-minded shocks. "Secret" at this time went a little cape, kecking the corner of the left side; Harry music flowed in a blue day with a white-glulbage under the fire of scarlet silk; The music of rhythmic overflows, transmitted by universally known to all words: "Pour, pour wine glasses - and drink, friends, for love" ... - in its simplicity, leaky, has been deployed. Do not remember how the house left, Assol fled to the sea, pickled to the old wind of the event; At the first corner, she stopped almost without strength; Eugeni swapped, breathing fell and Gaslo, the consciousness was kept with a challente. Out of fear of losing the will, she cooked foot and recovered. It's the roof, then the fence hid the scarlet sails from her; Then, fearing whether they were inevitable, as a simple ghost, she was in a hurry to Mustovituppishly and, after seeing the ship, stopped sigh alone to breathe. Meanwhile, such a confusion occurred in Kapern, such an excitement, such a magnitude confusion, which will not be inflexion to the affect of famous earthquakes. Another, the big ship did not approach this shore; the ship had crazy sails whose name sounded like mockery; Now they are clearly achievablely buried with the innocence of the fact that refutes all the laws of being editorous sense. Men, women, children hurried to the shore, who in anyway; Residents echoed from the yard to the courtyard, sharpened on each other, yelling fell; Soon the water had a crowd, and the Assol was rapid into this crowd. While it was not, her name flew among people with the nervous ogugrymible anxiety, with an evil fright. Men said more; The shattered woman shattered, snakes shattered with snakes, but if that was a cloud to crack - the poison climbed into his head. As soon as Assol appeared, all-rounded, all with fear came from her, and she remained one medium of empty sand, confused, ashamed, happy, with a face no less than her miracle, helplessly stretching his hands to a high ship. The boat was separated from him, full of tanned rowers; Among them is standing, whom, as it seemed now, she knew, vaguely remembered since childhood. Onsyaled on her with a smile that warmed and hurried. But thousands of the latest places overcame Assol; Deadly fear of everything - mistakes, misunderstandings, mysterious and harmful interference - she ran into the belt to the heat plane waves, shouting: - I'm here, I'm here! It's me! Then Zimmer waved the bow - and the same melody burst into nervymotpolp, but this time a complete, triumphant chorus. From excitement, traffic and waves, the gloss of water and gave the girl almost could not already distinguish, it would say that she, a ship or boat - everything moved, spinning and falling out. But the paddle sharply splashed near her; She raised her head. Gray bent, her hands grabbed his belt. Assol climbed; Then, quickly opened, boldly smiled at his shining person and, fattening, said: - - that such. - And you too, the child is mine! - Taketing out wet jewel from the water, Tagrei. - That's, I came. Did you know me? She nodded, holding his belt, with a new soul and tremendously clumsy. Happiness was sitting in her fluffy kitten. When Assol decided to open his eyes, shaking the boat, shine waves, approaching, taking on, board "Secret," - everything was going to sleep, where the light and water swore, circling, like the game of solar bunnies on the flowing rays of the wall. Nepomnya - like, she climbed along the ladder in the strong hand of Graya. Deck, covered by Izuwannaya carpets, in the scarlet splashes of sails, was like a heavenly garden. And Solovoass saw that it was in the cabin - in a room that could not be better. Then from above, shaking and burling the heart into his triumphant cry, huge music rushed again. Ansol has closed his eyes again, fearing that it will all disappear if it will look. Gray took her hands and, knowing now, where you can safely go, she hid the wet from the tears on his friend's chest, which came so magical. Carefully, but with a laugh, shocked and wonder that there was an inexpressible, inaccessible to anyone a precious minute, Greepyomed for the chin up is a long-lasting person, and the mothers finally revealed. They had the whole best person. - Will you take my Longren to us? -- she said. -- Yes. - And so tightly kissed her after her iron "yes," she laughed. Now we will take away from them, knowing that they need to be together one. Multi light words in different languages \u200b\u200band different adverbs, but all them, even, not allowed, do not pass what they said in the day this friend. In the one, on the deck of Grothachta, near the barrel eaten by a worm, fucked by the bottom, who opened the century of dark grace, was already waiting for the entire crew. Awood stood; Panten Czyno sat, shining like a newborn. Gray rose upstairs, gave the sign of the orchestra and, removing the cap, the first burned with a graven master, in the song of gold pipes, Holy Wine. "Well, here ..." he said, finishing to drink, then threw a glass. - Now, drink everything; Who does not drink, that enemy me. He did not have to repeat these words. At the time, as a complete move, the sails from a terrified forever kaperna "secret", the Davkavokurkoup barrel surpassed everything that the gladers occur in this way. - How did you like it? Gray Flying asked. - Captain! - said, looking for words, sailor. "I don't know, I liked him, but my impressions need to be thought out." Beehive and garden! -- What?! - I want to say that the hive and garden shoved in my mouth. Budescle, captain. And let him be happy, which is the "best cargo" to Yanazov, the best "secret" prize! When the next day it became light, the ship was far from the kaperna. The carriage of the crew as fell asleep, and remained lying on the deck, turning winegrow; They held on the legs of only the steering yes the Watchman, but sitting on the stern of the corolo's corona from the chin thoughtfully and the crimmer. He sat, caught the bow, forcing the strings to speak magician, unearthly voice, I was about happiness ...