Think #34 21 августа 1999

Юмор

Story - A humorous story.

             Clean regularly

            (C) LCD Vorobiev



  Cockroach sitting on the wall opposite Stepan
and slowly, as if reluctantly, moving their
usischami. His cunning eyes were not allowed
Stepan for a second. Stepan, distracting from the dish with the 
soup, throw in a brazen cockroach contemptuous look and re- 
deepened in his occupation. HE breakfast. 

  Kitchen, with dirty walls and gray
cracked ceiling, was filled with
aroma of Ukrainian borscht, which Stepan
cooked it myself. Mama's lessons were not lost,
Any woman, whether they're smarter, would be
happy with Stepan, but alas, he was a bachelor. And it's very 
oppressed him. He longed understanding, tenderness and even 
love. But love does not come to him the last ten years, and 
Stepan had forgotten how it looks. Spoon slowly sinking into 
soup, and equally slowly floated out of it, filled with 
delicious liquid krasnoburogo color, in which floated pieces of 
potatoes, beets and meats. All this is dispatched in a vast 
Stepanovski mouth and disappeared there, releasing a stream of 
farewell flavor. This wisp floating around the kitchen and in

eventually disappear inside the cockroach does not
descends from Stepan leer.
Stepan, with half-pleasure
eyes, chewed pieces of meat, which
stuck between his large teeth. In
his head from such a good feeling
appeared pleasant thoughts: "Someday,
commercials in 10 years ... no ... better through
5 I will not have to deal with my
disgusting thing, "- thought Stepan -
"People will be neat, invent new
plumbing. And toilets will be clean ...".
He thought so because he worked at ZhEKe
N 12 a plumber, since this was 150 rubles
per month, besides a tip, koi were a rustling bumazhechki blue.
Stepan looked at the clock, quietly ticking on the rattly 
fridge, and all of its thought momentarily lost in the deep

the convolutions of his brain. The clock was without 10
minutes 8. "It's time to go to the housing office" - thought 
Stepan and angrily spat on the wall. Spitting, flying along a 
trajectory close to a parabola, covered cockroach. Cockroach, 
swearing and snorting, hid under the sink, dirty dishes packed 
top to bottom. Stepan got up, looked around the kitchen and out 
into the corridor. There, he shod in their asking for something 
edible shoes and taking suitcase out how to shut the door. 

  Coming out of the door, Stepan saw three
Men with red swollen faces. They sat on a bench, leaning 
slightly under their heavy bodies, and looked into the distance.

- Do you want me? - Asked Stepan
looking at his watch.

  There was no answer. Three foggy
look stuck in it. In the minds of
men's something clicked and their dull eyes
finally extinguished.
- Well, if you're not with me ... - fun began
Stepan.
- No, - prourchal one of the three, and again
There was silence. - ... I will go - finished Stepan and ran 
into the housing office N 12. 

  Outside, rain poured down almost tropical.
Stepan looked "Crocodile" and, in time
radiomuzyke, drumming his fingers on the cover
table. In the room there were two. He and
Seraphim. Seraphim something typed on a typewriter. Obviously, 
this was the announcement of any event in the life of the 
quarter. Stepan laughed, showing his teeth. "Crocodile" is 
clearly was a sense of humor. When the laughter stopped

Seraphim said:
- Stephen, you're now the third dozen soon
trade off, and everything a bachelor walk. You
Why do not you marry it? The guy in sight! Huh?
Stepan?
- Understand, Seraphim, I for myself have led
ideal woman and wait for it to me would be.
- Ah, here's how ...
- Yes, that's right.

  They fell silent, thinking each of the
her. Pripustit rain outside the window. Drops
banging on the glass with such force that it seemed as if they 
want to smash it to hell. Trees outside bend of wind and 
gravity of the celestial water. It was the month July. Stepan 
looked at this quiet riot nature, and it fascinated him, he 
wanted to run out under this heavy rain and jump in puddles, 
enveloping bystanders spray. But something kept him in the dry 
and warm room. Suddenly otkralas door. It squeezed through 
extensive Stepanov Head - Yegor Kuzmich Sigachyov.

- Stepan, then came the application - after
respite that followed to overcome
doors, "said Yegor Kuzmich.
- We ought to go.
- In a shower! - Stepan indignant, but
inside it is something zaskreblo, and he thought, he said: - 
Well! I'll go ... 

  Elevator Stepan drove up to the seventh floor and
hospitably pushed its doors, releasing it on the landing. 
Waiting until the lift closes, Stepan found necessary

apartment and rang the bell. The door opened by a woman
age 30.
- Plumbing called - began the usual
Stepan and paused, looking at her. This was
SHE, the one that 10 years ago has turned
his life, broke his heart and twisted
his soul. The first thing that came to mind was Stepan - turn 
and flee. Escape from the memories of anguish from the young 
love. But he coughed, and as if nothing happened, spoke:

- Well, that duck, plumbing called?
- Come, Stephen, - she said, and let him into the apartment. He 
went into the bathroom and long tinkered there with a crane. 
Finally, all was settled and he washed his hands and collecting 
small suitcase and headed for the exit. - Stay, stay ... Tea 
popesh ... We did not see 10 years ... - she said

with an expression of the eye, which was read
request, supplication.
- Okay. But not for long, - has agreed to Stepan.
- Thanks, - she said softly and held
him to the kitchen.

  An hour passed, but they still
sit and talk.

  A week passed. Stepan came to her
every evening. It woke up old
attachment to this woman. But it was
not love, but who could know about it. She
was divorced and lived for 2 years alone. Meeting
Stepan and lit it something not long ago
appears in her heart.

  Stepan came out of the door. On the bench
were three men with red swollen faces. They did nothing, just
looked into the distance through the eyes, which was read
such profound wisdom that Stepan hurried pass. He glanced at 
his watch. Was seven o'clock. His soul yearned for her.

And he let the reins.

  She met him with a smile, which promised that the evening 
goes well ... 

  Stepan opened his eyes and saw what lay
completely naked in a strange bed, in someone else's window in 
another room. Next to him, putting head on his chest, she was 
asleep. Stepan began to recall what it was before, and

remembered everything. A smile passed across his face
and disappeared into her hair. She moved
and opened her eyes. The sun's rays are lost
in their depths. She kissed and Stepan
got out of bed, saying:
- It's time to go to work ...

  A month passed. Stepan knew all that
he was thinking about it feels - it is love. AND
He was happy. Working time Stepan
carried out in anguish, he pulled in to her
An unknown force of nature. When the last minutes of his work 
drying up, he tried to escape from the stifling ZHEK N 12 and 
flew to her. So was at this time. She opened the door, but

something it had not. Stepan said in
her eyes deep sadness. He entered the
hall, took off his shoes and walked into the kitchen and looked 
into it. She could not withstand his gaze and looked down.

- What happened? - Asked Stephen, in his
heart slowly began to enter a splinter
anxiety.
- I must tell you that ... - It does not
was able to finish, tears choked her.
- ... that we will not longer together.
- But why?
- You see, when I saw you then
... again ... I thought that you could
change my life, and in me there was
hope. You woke my heart, but forgive me if you can - I do not 
love you ... She looked at him and tears again

ran down her cheeks. Stepan stood as
though just a shock in 100
volts. He could not believe that it is not
sleep. After all, only yesterday, all was not well
... And suddenly, no, that can not be ...
All over again. He did not know he could not
imagine that doing it in this
life without her. During those days he loved her
as no one ever loved. She
looked at him, sobbing quietly, not in
longer able to speak. Stepan looked up, smiled a strange smile 
and said softly: - You do not like ... How did ... How can that 
be, eh? ... She could not withstand this and more

sobbed, burying face in her hands. Stepan smiled again and 
walked out of the kitchen. 

  Ladder to the roof was badly rusted.
Hands Stepan got brown. Looking at the city, he thought: "What 
is life human? In it there so much suffering ...

She is not happy man ...". He looked
down on the gray asphalt. Down below, on
manhole hatch lay the cat
next to a pile of sand were working children. Stepan
felt that the asphalt attracts him, he
drew to himself. Stepan looked at the sky and
took a step ...

  She went to the balcony. The sun blinded her.
Tears streamed down her cheeks, but she was already
easier. She looked down and cried.

  Stepan was lying his head thrown back, or something
what's left of it. Puddle of black blood
framed his face with the surviving eye.
They were open and they reflect the sky.
Around his body a crowd. Someone
crying, someone searching for reasons, but he
could not hear. Flowed around the life.

             TOILET WERE filthy ...

                June - August 1991.