Samples pen - story, "Elixir of the Beast."

(C), Alexander Bazhenov / Ze PagaN / PGC / BDA
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            Ze PagaN



          P R E S E N T


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                    ... Sometimes the truth of life

               worse than life itself ...



          Dedicated to my school friends and

          Comrades: Svorovskomu Dimitri

          Galetsky Igor and Emel'yanov EB
          genius; untimely death ...



               I



   The sharp ring at the door interrupted the pleasant
dream, and rudely pushed into a boring solution
         reality. The clock was just no

         quarter to nine. Rise was

         damn feel like, but someone emphasis
         but pressed the call button. Dissatisfied
         but mumbling and scratching himself, he more
         SICOM zashlepal to the door.

         - Who's there?

         - Tell me, Sergei Krasnov here

         lives? - Answer a question

         question.

         - Yes, sort of, and to whom he shall need
         beat up so early? - Yawning, spro
         forces it.

         - Central recruitment. Keywords
         but the sentence was made for the door.

            Remains of sleep immediately vanished, and Sergei 
remembered that almost a week ago he reached the dangerous age 
after which it waits for a complete unknown, referred to the 
army. Opening the door, he I saw the smiling youngster pimply, 
hands him a piece of paper.  - Hello, I am a messenger from the 
recruiting office ... - Rattled guy.  - That you have written 
on my forehead. - Interrupted Sergei and it took the paper.

 - You should come the next day at 8.30
the recruiting station to undergo medical examination for 
fitness for the passage of military service. - Blurted out, 
youngster and often breathe, breath.

 - My God, what style! - Smile
Sergei reading the agenda.
 - Sign here, here. - Handed a pen guy and smiled slyly, he 
added. - Congratulations!  - Do not Hami! - Sergei grunted and 
closed the door. 

   He went into the kitchen and threw it on the agenda
table. Some time looking at detached
window, which began a rampage spring. "Damn, how reluctant, 
because at 2 years, and maybe 3?! "- he thought grimly. From 
these thought he was not alone, and that at least a little 
distracted, he started production of sandwiches and sausage. 

   Breakfasted and dressed hastily, Sergey
went out and walked to the bus
stop. After passing a couple of quarters, he came near the 
sports complex. Rose on the second floor and opened the door 
with a sign "Karate". Sergei passed through the locker room and

was in the gym. Anyone else
There was no training only 13.00. In the far corner of the 
small man of about forty-dressed in white Kim corrected mats. 
He glanced at the newcomer. - Sergey? What are you so early, is 
not even twelve! 

   Sergei did not answer and stood silently, leaning against 
the wall. Coach sharply straightened and went to him.

- What happened ..? Well, why are you silent?
- Oh, nothing special, Igor,
take me to the army ... The day after tomorrow ...
- T-ah-ah-to ... - Handed trainer. - The agenda was to be 
received? - Uh-huh. - Sergei nodded.

- "Do not be shy! - The coach slapped on the shoulder. - After 
it passes almost everyone. - Yes, I do not get shy, but somehow 
not on itself ... - I understand - he smiled Igor -

understand. Mother had already told?
- No yet, she still did not come with the night.

   They paused, thinking about each
her.
- You know what - the coach said, - it must be
Note! I will cancel a training session for today,
and we'll go to some cafes and
vmazhem a bottle of Pepsi! How are you at it
looking at?
- To be honest, without much entuziazma.mrachno spoken Sergey.
- Come on you, Serge, in fact! After
not every day you send in the army! And anyway, remember, all 
that is done - all to better! - Igor smiled.

- Well, I remember. - Said Sergey.
- Well, let's go, let's go! - Hurried to the coach.

   Sergei paused in the doorway and the last time he looked 
around at the place where he spent so much time. Sighed and 
decisive step came after the coach ... 


               II



   Nearly seven in the evening he returned home.
Mother opened the door and immediately hung from
his neck, softly crying.
- Ma, what are you doing this as well? - Asked in alarm
Sergey. Mother, wiping her tears silently summons.
- Oh, it's ... - He shrugged his shoulders. - Homeland
calls, you know. - He tried to joke.
Only it turned out not funny. He took off his shoes and walked 
into his room, his mother, quietly sobbing, went after him.


   Arriving at the appointed time to the recruiting
point, Sergei saw a dozen more "lucky" dejectedly sitting on 
the benches and wait for their turn. Periodically from study 
came out a stout lady and vykrikivalal sharp falsetto someone's 
name. Soon my turn came up to him. Sergey entered the small 
room and looked around. In one corner stood a screen, opposite 
the door stood a desk, behind which sat the important man of 
fifty and something quickly wrote. The office was very stuffy 
and smoky. In the next room rattle some utensils lady of 
indeterminate age. - Come in, sit down. - A man, not looking

of securities, jabbing his finger at the chair. - Semyonovna, 
well, you should at least opened the window, because breathe 
nothing like a bath, my word! - Smoking should be less! Nadym, 
like a locomotive! And I counter-drafts, I sick person, I have 
rheumatism, and generally ... 

   The man frowned and waved his painful
hand.
- Well, everything was got! Now a long time ...

   Finally he looked at Sergei and offered:
- T-uh-KS, who is with us?
- Red I. - Said Sergey.
- It's good. - For some reason, said the man. -
Aha, here it is! - And pulled out a folder with a personal
thing Sergey. - Well, we'll see ...

   For some time he was flipping through every now and then
wiping the sweat from his brow with a handkerchief, with Sergei 
bored examined wallpaper on the wall unsuccessfully trying to 
find them something entertaining.

- Well, - said the commissar - seemingly
you're a guy with no deviations. Let's see what
say doctors, who, incidentally, are
out of that door. Then Will you come to me with
results.

   Medical commission consisted of five
Doctors: ENT, ophthalmologist, NEVROPOTOLOG, SURGEON
and therapists, who also came to a unanimous diagnosis - 
healthy, fit for service. 

   After reading a medical examination,
commissar nodded satisfactorily and
said:
- I think you would be appropriate to send a team of 80 "A".
- But ... but to me it says nothing. -
Sergei shrugged.
- Imagine, me too. - Joked Commissar.
- "Do not worry, the next day, when you
will arrive at the assembly point, he'll know. Confidentially 
say, will serve SRF. Heard about the troops?

- Nope.
- Well, of course! - Surprised the man. - Strategic Rocket 
Forces, the pride of our army! I think you're in luck. - Yeah, 
like winning at roulette. - Smile Sergei stood up.


   Already near the door he stopped and asked:
- Tell me, in these ... SMF ... how many are?
- As with all of the Army. - No
looking up from the papers said the Commissar.
- So, two years? - Do not let up Sergei.
- Two, two! - Raised his head, man. - Go
and does not bother me to work.

   Sergei sighed and muttered: "Good-bye, pushed the front door.

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    To be continued in DEJA VU # 0A