Samizdat - Dragonland: When the rain ...

<b>Samizdat</b> - Dragonland: When the rain ...

     When the rain ...


(C) LUNOHOD1



    It was a strange place. From the mind -
nothing special. A small valley. Willow grows thick on the 
slopes, but trees young stand. At the bottom of a small river

flows. Bulk bridge thrown across it. And the road with a slope 
slide the bridge and on the other slope climbs.


    Such places on our long bumpy road, as they say, "carry
numbers. "But this Dolynka ...

    About this Dolinka first time I heard
old drivers, when only entered
to work. There is such a joke in our
fleet. Back someone from the
long-range flight, his welcome: "Well
as the Congress? As there is asphalt in Dolinka? "
Of course, I asked what for Dolynka such. Yes there is, tell me 
how to St. Petersburg to go to such-kilometer Dolynka ... In 
short, he will see. 

    My first long-range flight was
it is in Peter. At a specified mile
I am intrigued, I saw this Dolynka.
Disappointed at first even. Valley, as
Valley. River as a river. About a hundred
those already passed. Rode this one. Only
about an hour later, when I hit a
particularly bumpy section of road to
I realized that in the Dolinka my KamAZ went surprisingly 
smoothly, perfectly without shaking.


    On the way back I stopped at
descent, and examined the road surface. No
One potholes. Smooth asphalt, as if
tabletop. And not just smooth and
pristine smooth and clean, though
just out of the rink. Itself
remembered the answer to the joke. "How's the asphalt in 
Dolinka?" - "Yes, all the same." 

    At first I thought that the way in Dolinka often repaired, 
but she was not repaired since the building.

How is it laid asphalt, so it is in such
form is still lying, does not wear out
even the dust is not covered.

    I did not believe it.

    Well, a year ... Well, two asphalt on the road
smooth. Then there vyscherbliny.
Vyscherbliny these are transformed into holes and
crack. And there too bumpy to close ... The fifth year I was 
already turning the steering wheel, and asphalt in Dolinka was 
still the as smooth and clean, if you put it yesterday.


    And I've noticed. Sometimes you go to
overtime flights, lousy mood,
angry, to the devil sends its forgetful nachalsto, eyes stick 
together no strength. And how to get the bridge in the Dolinka 
- immediately calm the soul is, evil thoughts

disappear, the forces added, and sleep is no longer pulls ... 
Or companion grouchy caught. Grumbles, complains to life, all

to blame. But only the front wheels on the bridge - immediately 
stops. Sitting silent, light and good in the eyes of ... And if

chatterbox-matershinnik met, so that
in mid-sentence interrupted its regular
racy anecdote, and then sat for a long time
as dejected. Such are the miracles in the
Dolinka occur.

    But what happened a year ago ... Anyone about it do not 
tell. 

    And that's how it was. Misha, my friend, in the
crash came. Total fractured barely
living brought him to the hospital. Doctors
said that they do not know will die Misha
or not. I wanted to leave at his own expense
get to sit with a friend, but did not. Flight term appeared, 
and send but I had nobody.


    Food is not himself. Roads almost can not see. Hands 
themselves, as it should, the steering wheel twist, and I just 
about Misha and think. All remembered ... As we met in the first

class. How to vacation in the summer walking
together all day. How to go hiking
with an overnight stay. As in "Makhno" arrived at
drivers learn. Like after "Makhno" in the army went. In Afgan 
hit. In one column went. Burned our cars more than once. 
Bullets of us with him snatch. Yes seen the fate of such - have 
returned both. And both of the fleet went to work ... 

    I was afraid to lose a friend, but less so afraid of 
uncertainty, die Misha or not ... That's when I knew for 
certain, as the soul of a person may be sick ...

Arrived on the scene. Unloaded. Load. And vice versa ... Food. 
The soul of groaning and only one wish in my sit,

Misha to stay alive.

    It was as if someone shook me
shoulder. Just rode almost nothing circle is not seen, and 
suddenly woke up ... Day clear was the sky or shell of. See, for

Dolinka podezhzhayu, will soon begin the descent.
Vyezhzhayu the trigger and flinch from what he saw. Something 
like a transparent column over the bridge. And it glitters in 
the sun rainbow is so so brightly that ache

eyes. A few seconds later, I sat there staring at the wooden 
block is a strange phenomenon. Then recovered himself and 
struck on the brakes. Near the bridge, my Kamaz stopped. I 
jumped from the cab and came closer.


    Over the bridge was rain. The sky is
shell of. The stream of water poured as if
out of nowhere at an altitude of fifty meters
and fell down on the bridge, and only on the bridge.
Countless drops of water played a solar
light like tiny diamonds, and
all the air around the beaming rainbow. I looked down at the 
bridge. Asphalt on the bridge was completely dry. Drops of 
water are not broke falling, does not spread as well

and remained in the form of beads, such as mercury
on the glass. It seemed that the asphalt
thread rolling scattered pearls.
How long I stood and watched - not
remember. Again, I like the shoulder, shook him. I climbed into 
the cockpit and moved the "KAMAZ" forward, right into the rain. 
Sparkling stream broke apart, letting the car, and disappeared 
as soon as the cab reached end of the bridge. And yet ... 
Though there was no nothing at all ... Only rest on the soul 
remains. No sorrow, no joy, no surprise, no worries - just 
peace. Tinkling peace. "Everything is in order. ... All is 
well" - whispered something to me ...


    Not zaezhzhaya the fleet, I just
went to the hospital. Misha came to his senses.
The doctor said that he chooses.

    A year has passed since then. Misha again
Like me, the steering wheel turns. All the same
humorist. I'm after a meeting with the rain for an unusual note 
was. Here, for example, I meet people and immediately

I feel his mood. Thoughts of course
I do not read, but I feel when a person
telling the truth and when lying. And if
lying, then why make a joke, brag
or inflate ...

    And now the case. Fellow traveler took.
Feel - grief with her. Exactly like a
I was a year ago ...

    Shook me by the shoulder. I look - to
Dolinka podezhzhaem. Here and she seemed to awake. Surprise 
stares ahead. I, too, I look forward, but I'm not surprised, I 
quietly I am glad once again seen beauty.


    Over the bridge rain.

    I'm Kamaz forward proezhzhayu
bridge. Rain disappears.

    - What was it? - She asks,
when Kamaz again shook on potholes.

    - Rain ... - I'm responsible and I feel peace in her soul. 
"All right. It's okay." - Whispers something to her already ...