Maximum #30 17 февраля 1997

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Reprinted with cont. - Papuans from Honduras (continued).

   Montahyu posopel, not knowing what to say, and, waving his 
hand, tottered on the waist.



   - God is patient and told us! - Suddenly blurted out, Lord 
Chrono swaying.



   - You are wonderfully kind, my wonderful genius! - With an 
uncharacteristic he ironically said Jacob, and sharply turned 
and began to descend the boat.



   - Consumptive, do not forget! - Shouted from the waist Bald 
Montahyu, pointing to a floundering in the icy waters of Peter 
Schahla - none still did not pay attention, that he fell into a 
boarding water and struggled there for an hour. The poor fellow 
was so bad that thought it not worth pulling - Humane tyuknut 
lightly veslyshkom on the head.



   But the compassionate and loyal friend of steppes and 
deserts Mramalad mighty hand picked wretch by the collar and 
shook as follows sat on the bench. Peter coughing violently, 
trembling, took out pocket handkerchief, and buried with him.



   - Sit down, Jacob ... - Quietly, sympathetically told 
Vitorgan spustivshimsya Kulakinu.



   - Who is Jacob, and to whom Mr. Kulakin! - Gritting his 
teeth, not can win irritation, Jacob cried with such force that

Mack Dunkel startled shudder.


   Matrosy top with a grin in an idiotic grin.


   - And that tells me you are! You, fellow-sufferer!


   - Tambov wolf you comrade! - Yelled Kulakin and spitting,
began to threaten with a fist working on deck.


      . . . . . . . . . . .


   Mramalad jumped into the water and dragged the boat to shore.


   They carefully went ashore and looked around. Gloomy rocks
towered above their heads. Lady Elizabeth pressed her lips to
not to cry, and when, huddled up to Jacob. Peter Schahl on
which is not quite dry out clothes, struggled and coughed
zasharil zasharil pockets.


   Mack Dunkel fiercely looked him and said:


   - Well, hell I quite damn it! To hell ...


   At this point of hanging over them rocks separated upper
(Probably from coughing poor Peter), quietly blurted out on the
sand swept Mack Dunkel and stopped with a splash in
Sea.


   The doctor rushed to help, ran to the wet spot
remaining from the poor (in this case Mac Dunkel), examined
him and was forced to admit that medicine in this case
powerless.


   Everything stood still with surprise.


   - God! - Whispered Lady Elizabeth, - no wonder he was so
irritation flax in recent times. Poor, poor Mac Dunkel,
sensed his own death!


   Vitorgan doffed his cap and quietly pushes nodules.


      . . . . . . . . . . .


   Negros with happy faces were knocking on the tom-toms and 
continuously danced.



   Bandits, waiting, stood behind piles of shells and seeds,
towering around the squalid village.


   Having waited for the bandits with the ominous screams 
rushed to have fun blacks. Those covered by the horror, fell to 
the ground and glued persons skin and shell.



   In a few minutes of operation to capture the Negro has been 
completed - their roughly lifted from the ground and one was 
pushed into the enclosure for cattle.



   Only there is poor black people began to realize that their
suffered misfortune. But, alas, it was too late.


   - Let's go! - Cried Bald Montahyu, silk whip - Do not be
I'm bald Montahyu if next week we go out to the mouth of the 
river! 


   John Glebb widely grin, flicked a cigarette lighter.


      . . . . . . . . . . .


   Blacks roughly herded to the spring where they were given to 
drink a sip hideous rotten water and eat a half a half-saucers

disgusting zhmyhovogo surrogate.


   In the bushes clicked shots - this is John Glebb was 
finishing hapless blacks bitten by tigers and raped

Octopus seven $% 'mi.


   Montahyu, wincing, stared at the gray, gaunt face
accident, the survivors - still living no more than
half.


   - Well, - he said finally, Montahyu, tapping a stack
- Will be enough of these ...


      . . . . . . . . . . .



   ... Finally, clean sheets! Jacob for some time lay
quietly, but then carnal willed, swearing up and
touch found the door to the room Lady Elizabeth.


   He felt the bed, he crawled under the blanket and lay still, 
recoiling - sheet was completely wet with tears!



   Lady Elizabeth pleaded in vain that she supposedly
just blew her nose - Kulakin realized that his beloved
crying.


   - What is it? - He asked impatiently.


   Lady Elizabeth threw her arms around his neck, her wet face 
buried him in the shoulder.



   - Father ... how could he?


   - Well ... ok ... then ... catch up ... - Hurriedly said
Jacob, absorbed more than passing it spermatogenesis
than unhappiness girlfriend.


   - My father - crying lady said Elizabeth, - he was such a
good, good! How could he do this to us!


   Behind the wall, with a groan otharkivayas, hysterically 
zakaschlyal poor man Peter Schahl.



   - Eh ... I would have your worries! - Jacob angrily recoiled 
from sticky face girlfriend.



   - Jacob! - Was heard in the dark corridor disturbed
Vitorgan voice and the sound of breaking chairs - Jacob, where
you? Come here! What happened? Who's coughing?


   Kulakin a bitter smile, his hand trembling on
shoulder mistress, rising from all the fluff flew at
safe.


   - Damn! - He cried.


   - What happened? - Fearfully whispered Lady Elizabeth.


   - Nothing ... On the cabinet is cracked ...


      . . . . . . . . . . .


   ... But most of all a hell of a tropical heat plagued most
Chrono Lord. He sat under a tree quite swollen with beer, and
sputter unintelligible.


   Montahyu bald, smart and cool, in a dazzling
shiny leather leggings, pacing the development, tapping
a stack.


   Negros rhythmically lifted into the air shining in the sun 
hoes and hooting plunges into the ground.



   Approaching the sprawling papaya at the very mountains, 
Montahyu peered intently into the blue shadows and shouted 
shrilly: 


   - Ngava!


   Sweaty, sleepy face poked out of black in the sun.


   - Ngava! Why does not the black beast?


   Ebony rose, putting oil eyes and scratching.


   - My belly walk, mass. Lousy swill booze.


   Montahyu, tapping a stack, said harshly:


   - Your lies, nigger! You are fed well! Remember,
Ngava: if Negroes worked many, many - well, I let him
hearty grub, nourishing liquor, eat papaya to satiety. If
small-small - bad, kill nigger beast vymbovkoy. Realized
my?


     - Yes, the mass of Ma @ # and $ uy ...


      . . . . . . . . . . .


   ... Where is Chrono? Where is this poor bastard?


      He was sitting under a tree,

      According to Turk said ...


      . . . . . . . . . . .


   ... But the poor fellow had no time to catch my breath, as 
again zabahali shots.



   Clutching a handkerchief the perforated chest, Peter Schahl 
desperately coughing, quickly ran up the hill.



      . . . . . . . . . . .



   The door opened and bound Jacob entered the cabin.
Sitting there's a man raised his head and stared at the long
Kulakina, grinning mischievously.


   - Do you know who I am? - Finally he asked.


   - No, not the honor, - said the prisoner.


   - I Accursed Gilbert!


   After a meaningful pause Accursed Gilbert slammed
fist on the table:


   - Have you heard of the Damned Gilbert?!


   Jacob calmly silent.


   - Have realized with whom you have it?! From Cursed Gilbert!


   Accursed Gilbert apparently thought highly of his nickname.


   - Sir Accursed Gilbert, do not consider for work to listen 
to ... 


   - Stop! How are you call me? "


   - Sir, you introduced me, and I allowed myself to ...


   - Stop! Remember: there talking and I asked! Got it? I. ..


   - Accursed Gilbert ... - Inadvertently added a prisoner.


      . . . . . . . . . . .


   Andrei Mironov, a Catholic priest in suit, raising his eyes
dale, jumps up and sings:


                Notice

                On my suffering!

                Curb my passion,

                Show kindness!

                So-lo-lo-li-li-lo-lo!


   (This is apparently not included Valera "Papuans from 
Honduras, and other historical TV movie - from the Parisian 
life. ) 


      . . . . . . . . . . .


   - ... We need to save the poor fellow, and then the scalp 
will be removed! - Whisper said Jacob.



   Vitorgan looked up at him.


   - Well, what are you looking at? Got up and went!


   - Killed after ...


   - And what better if they kill me? Or maybe Lizaveta go?
Come, I'll cover.


   Vitorgan moved his nodules, spat vigorously stood up and 
walked away. When he reached the middle of the meadows, he 
stopped and somehow pathetic, bespomoschno looked at Jacob. At 
that same moment they heard stringy ringing.



   How embarrassing, to eclipse a man dies, pierced by an arrow!
She came in behind him, jagged, heraldic-detached and
not killed to death, and irreparably injured.


   The whole life behind, a person feels only a continuation of
painful singing arrows. He is not afraid to fall, even on his 
knees, afraid to touch a red beak arrows, weak hands

unbuttoning his jacket.


   The last voltage it holds the balance standing in the middle
sweaty green meadows.


   Arrow points to his trembling body and front and rear.


   Vitorgan fell backwards and felt a strong arm
pushing the earth, and has little discernible red beak darted
the sky ...


   (Valery is not in itself - once the scene of the falls
TV movie, or during filming for real you throw it away
Vitorgan? )


      . . . . . . . . . . .


   - Who is it? - Cried Lady Elizabeth, a galloping grabbing
Jacob's hand.


   Jacob peered into the dust. There on the roadside, still
was a man dressed all in white.


   - Ah! - Jacob said, - I know this. Bhaltda.


   - Native American, or what?


   - Indian.


   - Where are the Indians? Here, Indians live.


   - And who knows. Chuchmeki live here ...


   Bhaltda, welcoming travelers, pressed his hands to his chest 
and stood up, bent umotannuyu in white rags head.



   - Bhaltda! - Shouted Jacob, poravnyavschis with the Indians -
seen Montahyu? Speak!


   - Saw, sahib. Take another road - Montahyu podpilit
Today the bridge over the Grand Canyon.


   - You saw it? - Asked the lady Elizabeth, breathing fitfully.


   - Yes, Ma'am, sahib.


   - And ... cool sawed? - Jacob asked, puzzled.


   - Foot soldier does not pave over this bridge the trail.


   Jacob looked dejectedly toward the retreating carriage,
frown whipped horse and galloped through the dust. Lady
Elizabeth, building Indian eyes, rushed for Jacob.


   - Well, if you lied! ... - Gritting his teeth, she shouted 
Kulakin, - Hide launched with an Indian scabby Jews! "



   - But how do we go, Jacob?


   Jacob Kulakin grimly silent, staring intensely into the 
distance. There is already unfolding grand panorama of the 
Grand Canyon. 


   Peter Schahl leaned out of the carriage window and, 
coughing, enthusiastically have riders on the steep red cliffs, 
shimmering in the smoky haze. Struck a bridge.



   - But, darling, it's time to turn off!


   - Not so devil as he is painted, - Jacob hissed.


   - Jacob!


   - Well, what? That "Jacob"? I have thirty years of Jacob! 
Shut up, Lizabeth!



   The wind whistled in my ears. Lady Elizabeth, shouting 
tschilas catch Jacob Kulakina fearlessly spurs horse.



   The carriage rattled drove onto the bridge, and he 
immediately collapsed. 


   Jacob raised his horse reared up in front of the opened a 
chasm. Koni stepped back, looked red, slanting eyes, a slow 
decline wreckage of a suit and a coach down to the shimmering 
in the sun thread Colorado.



   Here and there on the surface of the river seemed sparkling 
roses bursts.



   Only when the roar died down, completely white with horror 
Lady Elizabeth whispered:



   - Oh ... Poor Peter ...


   - Damn it! - Cried like a red peony Jacob - Indian
was right! I thought so!


   - Oh ... Jacob, but for some reason you decided to go on this
bridge?


   - Damn it! Karramba! All, once thought to cost ...


   - Oh, how nepredusmotritelen!


   - Shut up, Lizabeth! No grass soul ...


   Travelers dismounted. Racers began nibbling chapporal, Lady
Elizabeth began to collect flowers and mushrooms. Jacob sat on 
the stump and frowned.



   - Well, - he said, thinking - we had no coach, no
poor Peter, what is worse ... however, all coaches are not
impossible to satiate, but the poor fellow all the same would 
not last long. You are one of I stayed, Lizabeth ... And I'm 
blest if I know that do now? - He jumped up in rage.



   - Lizabeth!


   Lady Elizabeth looked mournfully at the Jacob Kulakina.


   - Lizabeth! Forward!


      . . . . . . . . . . .


   Mramalad stopped short: feet shoulder width apart,
slightly bent and arms seemed to hold the glass front of the 
chest. 


   A huge crowd of Indians, gikaya, whistling and ulyulyukaya, 
headlong ran at him from all sides.



   Mramalad met them with short strokes in the face. Indians
toppled to the ground and started crawling on the grass, like 
babies. 


   For Mramalada particularly useful were dashing on him from 
behind, those he did not look back and grabbed threw himself 
through the forward knocking at the same time three or four 
impinging from the front. Thus without much stress Mramalad 
operates ten minutes, none, however, zashib death.



   Finally turn comes up to the main Indian, the same
strong and brave as Mramalad. Indian Mramaladu banged in
snout Mramalad hit Indian in the face. Indian Mramalada three
times hit in the face, and Mramalad three times the Indian.


   Ten minutes later, completely zamordovanny Indian chief
offers the world.


   Mramalad, seeing that neutralized the ill effects Bald
Montahyu, fraternize with the principal Indians, but at a very 
sneaky Injun with brutal muzzle rises from the grass and throws 
accurately in the Mramalada knife.



      . . . . . . . . . . .


   Often stopping with sobs, Jacob large red
letters written on the crossbar of the cross: "Lady Elizabeth
Giambattista cron. Rest in peace, dear friend. I swear
you ... "- but more on the bar was no place. Some
time Kulakin stood silently, wiping away tears and shivering 
from the icy wind blowing from the Atlantic.



   Suddenly, behind him came the hysterical cough. In
terrible horror Jacob looked around and froze: indeed,
before him stood a poor man Peter Schahl, alive and unharmed.


   Jacob reached out and touched the poor. He broke
episode of severe coughing.


   - A. .. Did you ... then fell with a coach?


   - Fell ...- barely able to speak through a bout of 
hysterical Peter cough.



   - So, of course ... Oh, and?


   - Nothing. Lain ...


      . . . . . . . . . . .


   Princess silence for some time walking up and down, sideways
looking at him.


   Light candles swayed from drafts and painted in yellow
color white, entirely covered with frost and windows.


   - You do not look like a Russian - thoughtfully said the 
princess. 


   - You're right, Princess. I Papuan.


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(+) Mile (sea) - Ten cables. 1609 memtrov
(+ +) Cable - one tenth of a mile.



              To be continued.