Optron #09 13 марта 1998

Самиздат

Lit. Page - drinking bout.

               Drinking bout



(C) Paul Vysotsky, 1997al that is not afraid. And was it just 
that time and it is the place where they were, if not feared, by

At least they almost believed it. But
beginning of the monstrous, at the time, history has shown, who 
was an ass. 

  Anatoly V. did not even have thought
potykatsya at a surprisingly light, even
for a full moon night on an old, old
cemetery, if not, so to speak, by necessity. But
not go through the same through the precarious quagmire, which 
also accounted for many of the cemetery Past and current 
residents. Oh, it would be better Anatoly V. went and drowned 
in the foul quagmire!


  As a sin, Anatoly was pretty drunk, and he went no where 
else, but to the next village for a holiday. I was searching, 
searching gates or, at worst, a hole in, and so

already tattered fence, but had nevertheless
its climb. It is a pity that Anatoliy and then escaped with no 
broken neck. Yes, he had never had much luck, here and now, 
nothing podazrevaya, spitting and swearing, breaking through 
the dry bush avoiding the gray in the moonlight headstone. In

generally behaved so blasphemous that even
and not very surprised when I saw something
white, misty, a clot that remotely resembles a human figure. 
Clearly ethereal, and therefore a bold and brazen, education 
flickered in the air and slowly, as if by chance, was close to 
our mnogostrodalnomu hero. Anatoly Vasilyevich has shown that 
it wants to portray a welcoming smile, which made an already 
ugly great and terrible hole in the middle, so

say, a head, it became horrible,
more and more terrible. Yes, yes! That's terrible! Since 
Anatoliy has already begun sober. And absolutely nothing.


  Before him, instead of the formless cloud,
glued together nose, mouth, ears, hands and feet just this what 
it is supposed to be in color. Is that all it was a little 
poprozrachney ordinary person. And this is a living, or dead, 
or half-dead subject Anatoly not know his uncle, not to take 
them to get used to the light, not tormented his wife with 
chronic alcoholism, and himself.


  The same arrogant and muddy look, the same
rare, but a nasty beard and original
"Hedgehog" on his head. In addition, it was
vdrezg drunk, even more abruptly present Anatoly Vasilyevich, 
therefore, staggering, chimeric swaying in the raw night air.

In his hand It tried to keep the half-empty
bottle with a transparent as glass, liquid.

  Anatoly Vasilyevich wanted to fall in
faint, fall down on the wet ground, forget
about this more than the paranormal.
But he realized that he was not so easy otdelatsya.

  It almost was close, leaning toward pale face drunkards. In 
his cold breath Anatoly caught the smell of alcohol consumed 
and the waste of alcohol mixed with the corpse sepulchral smell

rot and decay. He felt bad, my head throbbing blood, his feet 
would not obey. 

  A ghost or did not notice or did not
wanted to notice his jaw slack and
frozen eyes. A little more on poschuryas
Anatoly Vasilyevich, Ono said softly:

  - Let's realize for two! - And put
nasty lifeless hand on his shoulder.

  Moved on a gravestone, then
second, because the trees were white shadows. They sang some 
drinking songs, distorting motive and trying to make himself

each other. One tall, broad
ghost proposed a toast to his health and
was supported by a joyous roar. Double
Anatoly Vasilyevich broke into a smile and
finally removing his hand from his shoulder, was foolish
and theatrical rasklanivatsya.

  - Nix, rubbish! - Shouted some
puny ghost, apparently sitting on a needle.

  And indeed, the sky came a deafening howl, and soon there 
came the old woman riding on broomsticks. Their white locks 
almost covered the broad-worn hat. After landing, they deftly 
poked brooms in white silhouettes, making the ghosts fell, 
writhed and shrank. Some of ghosts helped Yagam, catching and 
twisting arms brethren. Yes, it was vile and clever ambush, 
with the special agent, decoy ducks - in general everything 
that polagaetsya. Mustache, who recently gave a toast to 
Anatoly Vasilyevich, too, was rubbish. He deftly grabbed a 
brazen double and hit him on the ground. "Traitor" -

only had time to tell ghost Anatolia
Vasilevich, when the next panicle buried her in his face.

  - In otrezvitel them - ordered the Mustache,
which probably led the entire operation. Turning, he saw 
Anatoly Vasilyevich, who was trembling and loudly snapping 
jaws. Mustache approached, swam to him and put his hand already 
on the right shoulder confidentially, as though I'm sorry, he 
said: 

  - I'm sorry you were on the beat. Our office could not 
pridvidet this, so that we can only offer

You compensation for moral damage - and
breathing, he added - but I think this issue can be addressed 
later. Our representative will visit you tomorrow night, skoee 
all at midnight. And thanks for the prompt assistance. Goodbye!


  Anatoly V. stepped forward, but
Then his feet tangled and he fell, hitting
head on a stone slab. He awoke in the morning,
when traces of yesterday's booze was gone.
Woke up and went home on the road, which
so recently marched on the holiday fun. Hands
he trembled, and he did not respond to greetings
people. Huddled in a corner of its brick kennel he stupefied 
staring at the ceiling and tried to take countless summer flies,

Having thus the whole evening. hours
half-Twelfth Night, he tore the old blue shade with even more 
old hook and using a stool and a rope rigged weak similarity 
scaffold. When midnight knock on the door, Anatoly V.

remembered the good-natured face, once and Moustache
has done away with all the possible compensations.

  Next sunset he Third in the company
ghosts, drinking at all and sundry, and rowdy in the old 
cemetery. Many years have passed, and former Anatoly never knew 
who was then at midnight, for doors: Envoy otherworldly MVD or

neighbor-pal. However now he has
anyway.