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! . . .
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