Personality - The adventures of Vasily Ivanovich behind enemy lines and on the front of love (part 2).

 CHAPTER THREE               
         ACTRESS AND BLACK BARON.          
                                          
 The black baron looked disgusting in the morning
especially: blue nose, bags under the eyes, trembling
joints and constant stu-
la.Only closer to lunch did he stop sha-
crawl and hiccup, starting to turn pink.          
 His general's jacket, burnt shrap-
not in five places, completely faded, and
the boot on his right foot let out water. For forage -
Half of the visor was missing.             
 The Baron was not young and not shaven, seriously
shell-shocked in battle and, to top it all off,
coholic. In the blurred gaze of him, his
appearance, it was difficult to discern white
aristocratic manners and officer performance
ravka. The Baron became wild and more like
a bandit from the highway, rather than a general
la the royal army.                         
 Most of all the baron hated the Bolsheviks
and communists and received true pleasure
nie, hanging both of them on poles,
and therefore suitable for such events
weapons. Painting with hanged or dis-
trilled reminiscent of the Christmas story-
ku.                                       
 If during the day Mr. Baron fails to
I wanted to hang a few more communists
Vikov, then he went wild with anticipation and hung
the first local you come acrossresident, accused
hiring him to help the partisans. Only after
Such primitive measures calmed him down and
fell asleep.                                  
 In such a fight with the Reds, the baron rarely
remembered that he had a wife somewhere and
children.                                     
 He also forgot himself in the company of the leading actress.
Mariinsky Theater - Alexandra Petrovna
Pfferd, who fled Petrograd and intercepted
which he acquired in Crimea, and later his own
laznenna                                
 Events of October 1917 and the ruined
career as an actress pushed Pfferd to become
courtesan of greater flight. All data for
this was. Alexandra Petrovna was smoking
long mouthpiece and saw liqueurs. Always wear
melting into a silk peignoir, she sat on
a mountain of lace pillows or straightened the
red hairstyle in the mirror.                    
 The Baron appeared in her bedroom, quiet and
thoughtful, and finding his beloved with his lips on his neck
a curl hugging her large butt.       
 -Kitty, how did you sleep today?             
 -Disgusting, I had nightmares and
commissars!                                
 -I’ve already hanged five today. Look
out the window, my love!                        
 -I can’t see the atrocities! I have a tone-
what an exalted nature. You don’t understand! I
actress...Go wash your hands, they're in your hands
blood.Fi!He obediently washed away the blood. Pfferd continued
sit by the mirror with your back to the baron. On the window
crimson curtains fluttered. From the streets to
There was rude language.                    
 Take off your boots, Baron! - frown with displeasure -
asked Pfferd. “What do you, the military have in common?”
habit of going to bed with a lady...and wearing boots??     
 The general obediently took off his boots and straight into
uniform climbed under the blanket.                   
 Alexandra Petrovna splashed around herself
perfume.                                   
                                          
 That same day, at the headquarters of the black baron,
There was a secret meeting.                
 -According to completely unverified data, red-
others will make an attempt to bypass us by a hundred
rons of the Upper Loops. We'll go behind their back
route Pyanovo-Nizhnie Chuvirlovki-Gryaznye
Chests. The offensive is scheduled for tomorrow.
The main thing is not to waste time.  This time
The Reds must not leave!                   
 “What about the banquet?” he asked.
young cadet, the baron's favorite. -Before the battle
It wouldn't hurt to hook up with someone!   
 The Baron did not object.                       
 "Who knows what will happen to each of us
tomorrow,” he thought, looking at the cadet, “and this
still so young. Because of this war, he
it's not the fault of women to fuck that they fucked
me."                                       
 Invited a few shabby bars -
shen, byyour social status
prostitutes, and Pfferd. Actress, to the booming
ovation from those present, performed an aria
Silva from Kalman's operetta of the same name.  
 Late in the evening, several gentlemen officers,
drunk and depressed about something, in English
dispersed to nearby brothels. 
                                          
 CHAPTER FOUR              
                ON THE HORSES!                 
                                          
 Continuing to watch Chapaev from the side,
we see how he twists his nose and is not yet dry
offensive map, Petka tried to predict
give: will Vasily Ivanovich start mat-
sya, or he will snatch a saber.                    
 Chapaev grabbed a saber and began to swear
Xia. This was the signal to attack.          
 “On the horses!” he shouted, in the voice of a man,
unable to lose his voice or become hoarse
no.                                     
 There was a rise in the division.                
 Considering the strong overloads of yesterday
alcohol intoxication, lined up before
at ease quickly. Several well done fighters,
entangled in their own windings, they broke
noses. Some commissar ran into a horse,
and she broke three of his ribs. Another one
The man, in a hurry to get a drink of water, fell into
well, but he was quickly pulled out of there.   
 Anka set their "Maxim" to the mosthigh-speed cart. Second high-speed
the cart was broken. More carts in di-
there was no vision.                            
 An hour or three later, the crossing began
Glubokaya river, not far from the village of Verkhnie
Magnifying glasses. In some of the deepest places,
the depth of the river reached the chest of a man with
normal height.                        
 But in crossing water barriers Chapaev
I saw a lot of positive moments. One
of which there was a free personal wash
composition, as well as washing uniforms.
 Furmanov, unable to swim and no different
tall, tried to drown several times
no, but there are washing fighters nearby, every time
rescued the legendary writer.            
 Vasily Ivanovich chuckled sarcastically into his
mustache, without inviting the political instructor to sit in his
boat.                                    
 For this unfriendliness, Comrade Furmanov
was very offended by the famous division commander and
promised to kill him, if not in life, then in
the novel for sure.                          
                                          
 CHAPTER FIVE                
        HORROR OF THE TRANSITION PERIOD.        
                                          
 “Darling,” said the Black Baron to Alexandra
Petrovna, get ready. We're leaving.           
 “For good?” the actress was delighted, believing
whatthis time they are going to Paris.         
 “No,” Pfferd had to disappoint. “Bye.”
I will not defeat Chapaev’s division and will not fulfill
our duty to Russia, we will not go to Paris-
dem. Therefore, we are going to Dirty Chests. 
 -Again!!!                                
 The actress wanted to cry, but the baron gave her
understand that this is not the Mariinsky Theater, but
theater of war and breaking the performance
in this regard, he will not allow anyone.     
 A few hours later, the Black Baron remained
forked the city and went on a campaign against the Reds through
the village of Nizhnie Chuvyrlovki to the village of Gryaz-
new Chests.                              
 Only in the evening did he reach his goal and very
I recently discovered that in the Chests there was no
no, except, perhaps, frightened children
Revene residents.                        
 At the same time, the Chapaevites shouted “HURRAY!”
occupied the village of Pyanovo.          
 The first, with a saber "on bare" and on a lathered
on horseback, Vasily Ivanovich burst into the city.
Having developed a decent speed, he flew past
family through and through.  The sight of him plunged him into despair
the local population, who did not expect such
rapid change of power.                  
 The cart of the machine gunner Anka swept through
street with such a roar and clanging, just like that
It wasn’t a cart at all, but an armored train.      
 That same evening Chapaev telegraphed to
Petersburg about the crushing victory over the be-
lymy, duringwhich the Black Baron is in a panic
ran.                                    
                                          
 The black baron telegraphed panic
red.                                  
                                          
 Grandfather Prokhor did not telegraph to anyone, but...
talked with grandfather Panteleimon about the horrors
transition period.                      
 “Look,” he reasoned, “white hairstyles again.”
Kali. They will again look for communists and
partisan                                 
 -And girls will be raped too!         
 -Again, take away all the cattle!          
 -They take away! And the red ones expose!
What's the difference? I don't understand!         
 “But there’s no difference,” explained grandfather Prokhor.
these and these - rob!                         
 . . .                      

Share your thoughts about the article