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  Natalya Patratskaya
  
  Amber vamp
  
  
  
  
   Chapter 1
   There was dry grass on the lawn, shortly cropped. The leaves on the trees moved idly in the light gusts of wind. Water with a lead shade quietly reflected a similar sky. Midsummer wandered on the ground in person, and Rita walked beside the summer. She was at the zenith of youth.
   Its gait is still easy, but not fussy. She knows a lot and has a good memory. The figure under the clothes does not attract, but does not repel. This situation is largely dependent on the clothes chosen. Behind her flows the smell of perfume, which gave the last of her man. Rita is a normal woman. She looked at the shore of the city beach with nostalgia and did not notice the sunbathing people, which means they did not notice that it was the middle of summer.
   Rita is familiar with life, and life knows her. And she remembers this beach with her body. How many hours she sunbathed on it! How much she looked at this pond from the beach! She came to him on hot days when it was too hot for her to go anywhere. Yes. One day she went to the beach for five consecutive days and went to bed.
   Five meters from her lay a great man. His pumped body radiated so much energy that in the morning she jumped up, looked at the sky and ran to the beach. He came in the morning. His body was already bronze from sunburn. She looked at him and stood up in the distance. She generally liked to stand on the beach and only sometimes lay down on the sun.
   When the man lay, she liked him, but as soon as he got to his feet, he became not interesting to her. Intellect in it seemed not enough. Physically, he impressed her, but his face and forehead did not evoke emotion. He noticed her too, but kept his mouth shut. His hair was like this grass - dry, shortly cropped. They never met.
   Mid summer.
   And the center of vain jealousy. Yes, she had suffered from jealousy for the last few days, or that this love did not go away and remained in her soul with the remnants of jealousy. Rodion was with an intelligent face, but without any special signs of musculature. Her face suited her, but her body was not attractive. However, she loved him for a while and was jealous of all the women with whom she saw him. And now, looking at the empty beach, she felt that jealousy no longer interested in her. The mood has become like lead clouds.
   What's next?
   Why does a woman's life have to go around with a man? Is she unable to spin herself around herself? Yes, easily! And why was she pressing the buttons of the phone all evening yesterday, and heard only beeps? Rodion did not answer her. And why should she look for his letters on the Internet? She stopped on the shore of an empty pond, the boats and they did not plow his expanses.
   The girl turned her head and saw a man in the grass. He lay with his back to her. She had already seen this back! Long, but I saw on the sandy beach, and now my back was visible from the grass. She was scared. I wanted to run away. But his eyes were fascinated, they looked at the man's back, she uncontrollably wanted to touch his skin with his fingers.
   And who's in the way?
   He is alone. She is one. And the summer, though not hot, but summer. She came closer, noticed his shirt on the branches of a tree. He was in his pants.
   - You are alive? - Rita asked in a trembling voice.
   In response, she heard a deafening silence. She wanted to run away, but once adored back pulled to her. She leaned over to the man, he turned sharply, and she was on his chest.
   - Hello, my love! How long have I been waiting for you!
   She lay on his strong chest, their eyes staring at close range.
   - You're not from cowardly women! I love you, woman! You see! For two years I could not find you! I did not know where to find you! I went to the beach on any warm day. I was waiting you!
   She tried to slide down his chest, but he frantically hugged his beloved body, which he raved for so long!
   - Why did you stop going to the beach?
   - My young man did not let me go to the beach and did not go to him himself.
  - And I?!
   - Sorry, but we do not know! Yes, I remember you on the beach! Yes, we sunbathed near it for five days, but we didn't talk and didn't meet each other! Yes, we worked together!
   - BUT! Remember! You have not forgotten me!
   - I haven't forgotten yet, that's why I stooped. I thought you were bad.
   - I felt bad, but now I feel great under your weight!
   - Release me, and I will rise, it will be easier for you.
   - I will not let you go! I caught you! You are mine! - and he stared at her lips with such passion that she unwittingly answered him.
   What does love do to people?
   She turns off their consciousness from the socket of conscience. Conscience falls asleep with a clear conscience. Two. There were two of them. It became something united, passionate, impetuous. They turned over. His eyes were looking down, they were radiant with happiness! Eyes seemed huge. His hair was framed in a beautiful halo by his face. He was great, and how could she not see him then? And, then he had a very short haircut!
   'I will not let you out until you tell me how to find you!' - the man said and immediately kissed her on the lips of his concern.
   She began to come to her senses under a kiss, but there was no way to wriggle out from under a burly man. She was all spread on the grass, and her lips were under his lips. She jerked back and forth, but he only tightened his grip on her from all sides. He suddenly let her go, sat down beside her and began to look at her with such adoration that she felt embarrassed.
   - What is your name? - Rita asked, vaguely aware that she already knew his name, but forgot or did not want to remember.
   - Plato.
   - And I'm Rita Skrepka.
   - Well this is necessary! How am I looking for you, Rita! A clip would be thrown from the sky so that I could find you. I have already opened the site "Wait for me", but what to write? What is looking for a girl in a bathing suit from the beach by the pond? And I saw you before, but I do not remember when and where.
   - But our relationship is time tested.
   - Are you laughing? Laugh now, and I can laugh, - and he lay on his back, but quickly turned around, took her legs in his hands, pressed himself against them. - It's you! - and laughed merrily.
   They got up, shook off blades of grass and mote. He put on his shirt. They went holding hands.
   Plato stopped abruptly and asked in a very serious voice:
   - Where we are going? Rita, you have no idea how I was looking for you! I'm so happy! I'm so afraid of losing you! Are you married? Do you have children? Where do you live? Where do you work?
   - Everything is a little bit, - she sighed, because only today she completely broke up with the former young man.
   - Do not sigh, everything will be fine.
   - Plato, are you a beach bum?
   - No, BMW is watching you. Why was I at the beach? So wanted. And why are you walking here today?
   - I do not know, I wanted to go here. My green Lada is standing next to a BMW. Our cars before we met, like horses at the stall.
   - I already remember your car number, this is the latest model, this year it is popular. This is already something. But without cars, we had more in common, back to the shore?
   - Something will happen when we get to the accommodation, we will part.
   - Do not talk in vain! I don't care where you live! You will live with me. I will not come to you.
   - I do not like violence. I will live at home.
   - Do you want me to lose you again for two years? No, I won't let you go!
   - Why did I get to this shore today?
   - I was waiting for you! I, as a beast, has hidden. I knew you would remember my back on the beach.
   - How many girls in the world! Why do you need me?
   - This is not worth talking about, I need you! I see your figure for two years! No one can replace you, and you understand that perfectly.
   And he embraced her again with passionate and passing despair.
   Near the young people stopped HONDA red. A woman in a red pantsuit with long black hair jumped out of it.
   - Plato, who is this with you? What is the quiet in your hands? Yes, you let her go! This is my cousin!
   - Polina, drive through! Today is not your day.
   - I'll leave, but with you.
   Nearby a dark car stopped abruptly, a man jumped out of it.
   - Rita, I changed my mind. Can I change my mind? Let's go home, stop being angry.
   'This is fate,' said the woman in red and turned to the thin man. - Rodion, are you a now abandoned man? Rita left you? Can I lift you up?
   Rodion looked at the pale Rita in the arms of Plato and at the bright Polina.
  - Lift me, Polina! - Said decisively former man Rita.
   'Four people and four cars, but you need to make two pairs,' said Polina, confusedly.
   'We leave the cars here and go to the bank of the pond,' Plato said clearly.
   'Let's go,' said Rodion.
   All four went to the shore. Rodion looked at the dry grass, withering on the shore of the pond, ran to the car, took the blown-up air mattress with a pump and caught up with the people. He quickly pumped up the mattress and invited the ladies to sit on it. They refused, then he sat down himself. Next to him sat Polina.
   Plato took Rita by the hand, and the two of them quickly went to the cars. She sat in a BMW? and they went. Rita felt heavy on her shoulders and strange breathing. She saw the large paws of the dog and the excellent dog muzzle of large size.
   'Good, good,' Rita breathed to the dog.
   - This is it, his name is Zion. Can Zev de Lux, as convenient, but better than Zev. He always accompanies me.
   - Where are we going? - asked Rita with a nervous tremor, looking more at the dog than at Plato.
   - Today is my day off, and you too. We will go wherever our eyes look. First of all, we need to get married, so we will go to Zagorsk. There is a formal atmosphere, it helps to purify from prodigal thoughts. Have you seen Polina? My former lady of the heart, her temples and cathedrals do not help.
   - We are going to get married?
   - Not exactly, but close. Listen to the singing of the bells, and you will easily forget Rodion. You and I will go through the rite of purification. With a guided walk between the temples and in one must go. Today is the day - just right for such events. There is a special holy water. Let's drink - younger. Our soul will be cleansed from the defilement of former relationships.
   - How are you all serious.
   - I have been waiting for you for a long time, I have already begun to forget.
   It was so. Through the Gethsemane Chernigov Skete and the holy spring, they entered a new life, in which so far everything was as before.
   - Plato, you did not ask me about my family.
   - What are you talking about? You alone walked on a day off. Where is your family? Your family is you.
   - Almost guessed. Do you care how old I am? What is your job?
   - I can answer who I am. I work as a sales manager for top quality electronic goods, although I am an electronics engineer. Do you know who I saw? Singers and actors came to me. I now see all the actors without a TV.
   - Why are you praising?
   - I'm sorry, Rita, I was dreaming. I am a guard, a regular temporary guard. And the actors, I actually see, but they do not see me.
   - Great, but what if you are a janitor at Mosfilm? In general, then you all know.
   - I'm not a janitor. I completely forgot, I go out tonight. I'll give you a lift to your Lada, and we run away.
   Plato landed Rita at the car and quickly drove towards the city hospital. His father was in intensive care with a massive heart attack, today he could see him. Father seemed a shadow of himself. He was absolutely pale, thinner, somehow transparent. If it were not for the team of doctors from the intensive care unit, he would no longer be in the world. Father looked like a living dead man.
   The horror engulfed the whole being of Plato, he did not tell Rita the true reason for the trip to Zagorsk. He prayed for his father there, but mentally, out loud he could not do that. He did not tell her that he was lying in the grass by the pond for fear of his father's life. Plato loved his father. And now he saw him alive. Plato almost completely forgot Rita, but he remembered with a beach memory, lying on the ground. With her presence she helped him out of a trance, she had a positive effect on him.
   'Son, why are you looking at me with such horror?' - quietly said father.
   'I'm sorry, father, you look great.'
   - It is not good to deceive the elders. I have information for you. When I was between heaven and earth, I saw you with a woman, but it was not Polina. She has a green Lada, she is your woman by nature, - said the father and lost consciousness.
   Plato called the nurse, who in turn called the doctor. Soon his mother came up. He left the hospital, thinking about the last words of his father. If so it all really happened! Rita he liked, but only.
  Rita, coming out of BMW Plato, felt a setup, she felt abandoned, deceived. It was used and thrown out as a package. Looking after the car leaving, she turned her gaze to the shore of the pond. On the shore lay an inflated mattress, and next to him in a strange pose lay a man. She sighed and decided to see who was waiting for her there this time. The shore of the pond was again deserted.
   Rodion lay on the air mattress, face up. He was neither alive nor dead, but he could not move.
   - Rodion, what happened? What's the matter? - Rita asked sympathetically.
   He screamed and pointed to the heart with his finger.
   'I'll call the doctor,' she said, and began dialing the emergency number on her cell phone.
   Rodion was taken to hospital and placed in the ward, where Plato's father was transferred from resuscitation on the same day. His father in the ward was called Dmitrievich, for which he was not offended, he was accustomed to his patronymic address.
   In a couple of days, Rodion and Dmitrievich could talk quite tolerably, naturally, they were worried about the cause of their heart troubles. After a few phrases about what happened to them before a heart attack, they concluded that the cause of their illness was one, and their name was very modest - Polina. She was Plato's girlfriend. Polina was so bright that the hands of the men stretched towards her, thinking that their hands were growing out of her body.
   Dmitrievich, by the simplicity of his soul, accidentally touched Polina with his hand, when they almost simultaneously left the hairdresser's, he almost accidentally touched her body. She screamed and poured some gas from a can in his face. He breathed this delight to a heart attack.
   Rodion was stronger. After Rita and Plato left, after about five minutes, he reached into Polina's tender body and took a sip of gas from the can. A brief history of the bright woman's hearty admirers ended on the adjacent beds in the hospital. They had a bright idea to sue her, but, having talked, they decided: this should not be done.
   The next time Rita and Plato met at the hospital. She came to Rodion, and he went to his father, Dmitrievich. Patients with hysterical chuckles told the reason for their illness. Verbal bumps flew toward Polina until they had spoken. The men fell silent.
   Rodion looked a long time at Rita and said:
   - Advice to you and love.
   - Rodion, I do not marry Plato! I came to you! You will recover and come back to me.
   - Hardly. But you come, except you no one will come to me.
   Having said the polite words of farewell, they parted ways.
   Plato got into his car. Rita sat in her Lada. They parted. He went to Pauline, angry at her to an extreme degree. After all, he had already passed her gas! And here are two new victims in a hospital bed. Where does she get these cans? Throw them out - and the matter ends. So he dreamed along the way.
   Polina physically could not bear the male touch, she could not stand them. Fighting with all those who fell into her appearance, she could not do it. She produced cans with some gas, he narrowed the vessels of a person, getting into the respiratory tract. Dmitrievich swallowed a lot, and he was old for such evil jokes.
   In Polina there was an inferiority complex, and she and Plato acted like a girl. To look at her, she just came from Tverskaya Street, but in fact she didn't have a single man. On Tverskaya Street, she visited shops that were magical in their prestige and nothing more. Of course, she saw the fashion of this street, and it was reflected in its appearance.
   Plato loved Polina, but he was a normal man, therefore, because of unfulfilled desires, he clung so tightly to Rita. He was exhausted from the elementary male desires. Everything is simple, as the very structure of the world of human relations.
   Rita was thinking at this time about why chess is harmful for a modern engineer. Why? In order to create modern technology, we need pure brains, and if a person spends them on heavy literature and smart chess, then it simply will not be enough for a long service to science. His brains will break loose.
  What was good for the shah ten centuries ago is bad for a modern engineer. Therefore, the engineer has no right to give himself a harem of women. It will be exhausted prematurely, without having developed its scientifically useful potential. This is an axiom. And then she began to think about Plato, not bad they went on an excursion, and he was not stupid at all, as she thought about him on the beach. He is rather cool and mysterious. Rodion and Pauline let them talk. Outwardly, they fit together.
   And Polina's problems are most likely in the fact that she didn't find someone who would love her faster than she, like a magician, would draw her weapon against men. We need a man with a quick response, which would have neutralized her. Interesting idea. Plato coped with her, but his patience ran out. Polina must certainly be punished with real love. Rita wondered if it would be good to persuade Rodion if he was not afraid to approach her again.
   Rita called Plato and said:
   - Plato, thanks for the ride! I have a request: send Polina to the hospital to Rodion so that she can look at the result of her gas attack, which ends in failure.
   - Rita, Polina - the girl is unpredictable. Try to persuade her yourself, - he answered.
   Rita called Polina:
   - Polina, I'm sorry to disturb you, but Rodion is in the hospital, he did not understand what happened to him. Could you visit him?
   - Easily. Speak room number and office. Well, I'll come to him.
   Rita waved her head in indignation, but she didn't say a word. Then she decided to warn Rodion on the phone:
   - Rodion, Polina is coming to you. Be kind enough to warn the men to keep their hands in their pockets and not to touch her.
   - Rita, and you could not warn me earlier?
   - And who knew? You do not get into the same situation.
   Polina arrived at the hospital. She entered the ward and saw that all the men had their hands in their pockets. She put the program on Rodion's bedside table and said:
   - Hello! Recover! - and, turning in the direction of Rodion, added: - Sorry, but you were wrong.
   'I agree, I hurried,' Rodion said, without taking his hands out of his pockets.
   - Rodion, I thought about you ...
   'Why didn't you call an ambulance?' If it were not for Rita ...
   - I sprinkled gas in you and left, how could I know that you would throw away your hoof?
   - Roughly like ... Polina, you are a bright, beautiful woman ...
   - I heard about it. I do not need to touch hands!
   - I will not touch you until you ask for it. You left me ...
   - Do not start. If you need me, then be kind, don't be boring.
   - Rita left me ...
   - Rita is not far away, but to Plato. You can find it. I know her well, she does not suit you. I approach you.
   - There is some truth in this, but what are we going to do with you? What?!
   - Calmly, Rodion, are being treated, and then we'll see! I will come to you tomorrow, - and she quickly left the ward.
   The men looked at Polina in all eyes and kept their hands in their pockets until she was out of sight, then they approached Rodion.
   - Wow woman! - spoke one.
   - Excellent lady! - breathed out the second.
   - Lucky you! - cried the third.
   'Rodion, be afraid of her,' Dmitrievich warned.
   - I know. But she's so beautiful, guys! - enthusiastically exclaimed Rodion and reached for a plastic bag on the bedside table.
   The men took turns confessing about their exploits on the personal front. Rodion listened to them and ate, ate, all the less remembering Rita, thinking only of Pauline.
   Polina after visiting the hospital Rodion threw all the cans of gas. She met him from the hospital and brought him home. Previously, he had a room in a four-room apartment when he lived with his parents, but he ate separately from them and led a modest lifestyle. His parents had a cottage where he rarely went. He handed over his laundry to the laundry, because he did not want to burden his relatives with anything.
   He practically had no women, he was friends with everyone and flirted. He managed to buy a two-room apartment. Polina got involved with Rodion. And he practically did not touch her.
  For a long time such a relationship could not continue. Polina began to notice that she was no longer a bright woman, she began to gain weight, grow stupid. She no longer looked in the mirror, as if she had been jinxed. She was becoming like him. Rodion also began to gain weight after the hospital, but was gaining not the muscle mass, but the elementary fat layer. Polina recalled her rare relationship with Plato less and less.
   Previously, she was a bright woman and led a rich lifestyle, then she bought a scarlet car, now she was ashamed of this car and wanted to change it. Her former man took her to receptions and presentations to which his clients invited him. They broke up when he reached for her with normal male intentions. She pulled out a gas can and he knocked him out of her hand. At this presentation stopped.
   Rita decided to take up close Plato, but he was uncontrollable and did not obey her. She fought like a fish on ice, and all without success. She wanted to give up on him already and then she heard a doorbell. She looked into the peephole and saw a flower.
   - Hey, who is there? I will not open the door until I see you.
   - Rita, it's me, Plato.
   - You?! - Rita exclaimed in surprise, opening the door nervously.
   Between them stood a huge bouquet of flowers.
  
   Plato entered the apartment. Flowers put in a vase. He walked into the room, sat on the sofa. A coffee table stood in front of him.
   'You live normally, Rita,' he said, turning his head.
   - Not complaining.
   'I live with my parents,' said Plato without emotion.
   - I understand.
   'You don't understand anything,' he said nervously. - We are adults, and behave like teenagers. Life passes by!
   - What is required of me? - annoyed asked Rita.
   - Sorry, I got excited. Nothing will work out for us! - with hysterical notes in his voice spoke a strong-looking man. - I'm alone now. Come to me.
   'You have already come to me, but Rodion is now twisting love with Polina.'
   - I know. I do not mind their pair. I want to make you an offer: marry me!
   - Well! You asked me: am I free?
   - Agree, you will be free for me. You suit me.
   - I know it. But I have another former common-law husband, and this is not Rodion, although I am alone now.
   - Take him to yourself! - Plato was surprised by his words, and even more he was surprised that Rita had someone before him and besides Don Juan Rodion.
   - He is a foreigner. I ran away from him, now I live alone. He used to live with the pyramids, but I can not live with them. I'm allergic to someone else's climate, so he let me home amicably. I'm blistering the size of a currant when I go out onto the sunny street in his homeland.
   - The size of a black or red currant?
   - White currant. I'm serious.
   - And I'm not kidding. And here I didn't even see blisters on you on the beach. So what happened to you before?
   - Do you remember when I was lying on the beach, but didn't suit you? Then I returned to my homeland, I so wanted to lie in the sun and not blister! The earth is one, and the solar radiation is different. My skin only makes our climate with a cool summer.
   - I realized that there are no guilty in your story. How will your common-law husband look at your lawful marriage?
   'He married himself that year.' I live alone.
   - Gloriously, you have one life left over the hill, the second life here did not work out with Rodion. My offer remains in force, I am not rich, but there is a car and an apartment with my parents.
   - I understand and can marry you! But still it is necessary to attach Rodion so that he does not interfere with us.
   - Who is he to you? More in detail, if possible.
   - Friend. Friend and everything. He supported me morally, but not materially from the date of his acquaintance.
   - Then Rodion with Polina couple.
  
  
  Chapter 2
   Too serious conversation limited love impulses. Plato and Rita just chatted over a cup of tea and went home. They agreed that each of them will live at home without burdening each other with family relationships.
  The doorbell rang. Rita opened the door, thinking that Plato had come, but his father Dmitrievich was standing outside the door:
   - Rita, I want to meet my future daughter-in-law.
   'Come on in,' said Rita, passing an alleged relative into the apartment.
   - I'm on the case. I want you to be my wife, and with your wife, Inessa Evgenievna, we have long lived in different rooms.
   - Are you a normal person?
   - Completely. Why do you need my Plato? I'm better.
   - Yes, you still have not moved away from a heart attack!
   - And I like that! And I have a present for you, but you can't beg a toad from my son in a swamp, - and an elderly man took out a box covered with yellow velvet from the inside pocket of his jacket.
   - I do not need gifts! Go home! It is clear why Polina has discharged a gas spray in you!
   - Do not you dare to remember! Look - and he opened the box.
   In the box was a tiny amber.
   Rita was so amazed that she did not even laugh.
   - This is amber from the tomb of Pharaoh.
   - Wonderful. Where did amber come from? How did he get to you?
   - I was a member of the expedition to the secrets of the pyramid and found this pebble. Our expedition descended into the tomb. People grabbed everything that came to hand, but then they could not get out of the tomb. They died almost on the spot. I stood upstairs. One man, dying, threw a handful of gems on the sand. This is all that he brought out of the tomb, and lived more than others. Those who took more lived less, they did not crawl to the exit. I could not stand it, took a small amber and nothing more. I was a very young man then.
   - Why is it my honor? - whispered Rita, admiringly looking at the amber miracle.
   - Rita, you pulled Plato out of a severe depression and saved me. You deserve a reward. No, you do not need to marry me - this is my duty joke that Polina did not understand. If you have a child with Plato, then I will be happy, and then amber will belong to my grandson.
   'Thank you,' said Rita sincerely, taking the outstretched box.
   But the velvet box fell out of her hands. Amber fell out of the yellow box. The legs of an elderly man buckled. He fell, stretching out his hand to the amber seed. He felt bad.
   - Lord! Cried Rita. - Why do I have these tests? - and she began to call the doctor.
   Rita gazed in horror at the pharaoh's amber. She was afraid to take in her hands an ancient treasure and understood that she should be hidden from people. It seemed to her that she would be killed by a current if she touched amber from a box with her hand. She took the tweezers through rubber gloves, lifted Pharaoh's amber with tweezers from the parquet, put it in a yellow box and hid it.
   A siren roared outside the window. The doctor listened to Rita, she realized that the patient had recently had a massive heart attack. The elderly man was taken to the hospital again. Rita went out into the street, looked at the mowed lawn, remembered Pharaoh's amber, sat down on a bench and thought.
   After the death of his father Dmitrievich Platon rashotel to marry Rita. He had a three-room apartment with his parents. His mother, Inessa Evgenievna, did not interfere with him, but helped him, and his wife was now to nothing. Rita Plato didn't say anything about Pharaoh's amber. At the refusal to marry her was not offended.
   She asked the future heir:
   'Plato, were there any yellowing papers in your father's archive?'
   Plato was very happy about this outcome and invited Rita to see Dmitrievich's papers. In one closet she found a stack of folders. She folded the archive in four plastic bags and with the help of Plato brought them to the car. And he was glad to get rid of the old, dusty rubbish of his father.
   Polina, having heard about the changes in the fate of Plato, came to him with a confession. His eyes, in astonishment, became like five-ruble coins: a brown plain woman stood in front of him. There was almost nothing left from the previous bright beauty of Polina.
   - Polina, where did you wash the floor ?! - exclaimed surprised Plato.
   - Have I changed so much?
   'Not the word, you are dilapidated, like an old rag.'
   She walked over to a large mirror, looked at herself and mumbled:
   - I've been like this for a long time.
  - Throw Rodion and come back to me. I broke up with Rita, she is too independent girl. It's easier and easier for you.
   'I am not against you,' said Polina in a hasty way.
   - What are you now! Oh, what made of you, boggles the mind! - all did not cease to be surprised Plato. - Take the farm in your hands: clean, cook and change everything to your taste. Act! Mom is constantly at work.
   'Am I going to become more beautiful from domestic troubles?' - Polina asked with naive pretense.
   - It's hardly more beautiful, but you will become slimmer if you don't eat everything you cook.
   - This prospect does not please me, better help me change the red car to any other.
   - Oh, the girl has completely gone out. No, I will not help. For what your merits in front of me should I help you and spend my bills? I offered you to be the mistress in my house? You refused. And I refuse you.
   - You offered me to become your housekeeper.
   - What's the difference? I do not understand! - genuinely surprised Plato.
   - Until. I left, - said Polina, slamming the door behind the past behind her.
   Polina left the former friend with an internal grudge against all men. But the sun was shining, the grass was green, I didn't want to be sad and I didn't want to be alone either. Rodion no longer attracted her, he led a bachelor life. She knew that he was rich, she would have had enough of his pocket money for a new car! But he wouldn't even ask for a ruble - she knew this from personal experience, although Rita claimed that he was generous. But when was it ?!
   Polina went home, and to meet her was Rita. The girls stopped, looked at each other searchingly.
   - Polina, are you going from Plato to Rodion? - With a slight insult Rita asked.
   - And you from Rodion to Plato? - Polina could not resist.
   - Great, so let's go to your new places.
   'Rita, Plato said that you broke up,' said Polina, offended. - And you go to him. He offered me to be the mistress of his house.
   - I hope you did not refuse? - anxiously asked Rita.
   - And here she refused! - unexpectedly proudly answered Polina and went home.
   Mother, opening the door to Polina, said that she had bought a dishwasher, and she had already been installed.
   - Thanks Mom! I will live at home! - Polina exclaimed and began to consider a new dishwasher in the kitchen. The kitchen itself shone with all bright surfaces. She looked at the creation of the mother's hands with pleasure. She needed to wash her hands, and her mother had already put plates of food on the table.
   'Good decision, live at home,' the mother, pleased with her decision, answered.
  
   The next day, Rita told Plato about what she found in the papers. It turns out that his father was an archaeologist for some time, and then abruptly changed his profession. She also found confirmation that he was a member of an expedition to the tomb of Pharaoh. This news of Plato did not surprise, in early childhood he heard something similar from the conversation of parents. Rita asked:
   - Are there any souvenirs from the tomb in the house?
   He replied:
   - Nothing like this has ever been in the house, or I do not know about it.
   Rita went home, leaving Plato alone. Her thoughts worked in another area. Her first civil husband lived in the country of the Pyramids, from where Plato's father brought the amber of Pharaoh. The coincidence was somewhat strange. She herself could not go there, she was very strong allergic to the hot sun. She could not stand the heat and dry climate. She wanted rainy weather, and there was almost no rain. Yellow sand, yellow box. To give the amber of Pharaoh to the state, and the matter is over - sometimes Rita visited such an idea, but she did not want to part with the relic, but she was also afraid to keep it.
  
  Rita took from the shelf the book of Prus "Pharaoh", leafed through, read. She had read this book before, but now she was looking for something else in it. Once she read this book in one breath, now she read critically. She did not find the answer to her questions. And what did she want to know? Remind yourself of the history of the country of the Pyramids? She remembered the story.
   And suddenly a simple thought struck her: in spite of the fact that all civilized people of all countries at various times knew the history of the country of the great Pyramids, in fact no one knew and did not know this history! Stupid? But this is her personal opinion. Everyone knows the story. And no one knows. This thought has become obsessive. We can say that all of humanity is warming the hands and thoughts of the Pyramids, making its own assumptions and guesses, but no one knows the insane and the main thing. What does she mean? Pharaoh's amber.
   It's time to ask:
   - Yantar, tell me what do you know about the history of the country of the Pyramids?
   She took out the yellow box, put it on the book "Pharaoh", looked at the amber and asked, to paraphrase Pushkin's words:
   - Light my, amber, say, yes tell the whole truth! Is it true that you are Pharaoh's amber?
   What did Rita want to hear from a small pebble that looked like a small pebble from a sea beach, which is a couple of thousand years old? She saw mummies of people in the Hermitage and recoiled with horror from such exhibits. And what if a stone is brought to the mummy of a person? Suddenly they are from one century or millennium?
   Amber was silent. Rita with this grain has lost peace and completely forgot about Plato, the real heir of this grain, although his father gave it to Rita!
   And what if he wanted to save his son from such thoughts? Quite possible. From this it follows that now she is the real owner of the amber of Pharaoh, but no one knows what. It is a pity that she is not a historian, she would study amber from the point of view of science, she would have made her thesis from it. What is the use of Pharaoh's stone for her? No. And there is no peace either. Just empty thoughts.
   And suddenly she felt that Amber was counting the information in the book. Believe it or not, but amber has become a little more. It suddenly struck Rita that the amber had to be returned to Plato.
   Meanwhile, Rodion saved money and bought himself an apartment in an old house on the far outskirts of the city. He said nothing to his relatives. In their absence, he took his things to a new place of residence and changed jobs. His relatives lost his trace.
   His mother was very worried about the unexpected departure of her son in an unknown direction. She went into the open, empty room of her son, where he swept away all the rubbish after the fees. The woman clutched at her heart and with difficulty reached her room. Long lay and could not understand what happened and, most importantly, why? The son lived quietly, did not make trouble with anyone, and suddenly disappeared. She was at a loss. In the evening, the whole family tried to find out who and what knows about the disappearance of Rodion from the house. No one knew anything.
   The next day, the mother called him at work, but they replied that he had quit his job, but they didn't know where he was working. She went to the country. She recalled Father Rodion, who worked as a geologist all his life. He was practically not at home.
   Rodion mastered the new housing, and at the same time acquainted with the neighbors. He climbed onto the stepladder, trying to hang the curtains on the tall windows, and almost fell down the stairs: he saw the famous television presenter through the window in his own person! It turns out that her ancestors lived in this house!
   The neighbors talked to him about this, but he didn't believe them much. It turned out to be true. He looked at the television presenter of the once popular show and tears from the ladder. He once again looked down from the window of his second floor, but she was no longer there.
   Whenever possible, all three neighbors flirted with Rodion: mother and two daughters. He chose to talk younger daughter, she was still a high school student and more sociable than her older sister. The girls quickly felt the greed of the new neighbor, and they were right: he again saved money for another apartment.
   Polina took herself in hand and defined her appearance: it should not be bright, but not as brown as it is now. She decided to take the middle course for a pleasant appearance.
   She repeated the languages that she taught at the College of Economics, found a job in an international organization. Her salary jumped sharply upwards. She gladly flew to various countries, where she was sent on business of the company.
   She just bathed in money! Polina herself changed the car and clothes and was ready to buy a new apartment in the starting house. Polina's mother, looking at her daughter, could not rejoice. Polina only knew love.
   In the next trip Polina went to North Africa. After finishing office work, she was photographed on a camel in national dress. When she moved away from the camel, a handsome man approached her and spoke in Russian.
  A man asked Pauline:
   - Excuse me, do you accidentally know Rita?
   - Rita? - Polina asked.
   - Yes! He exclaimed. 'Do you know her?' How does she live there? - And out of curiosity stretched face.
   - By chance I know one Rita, she feels great.
   'This is good, otherwise her allergy has been tortured lately.' Here I think to go to her, - and immediately asked with anxiety: - Did Rita not marry?
   - No, Rita did not get married, but she received a marriage proposal, - Polina answered.
   'She doesn't miss me,' the man remarked with reproach, and drooped her head.
   - Why are you sad? If she cannot come to you, then you should go to her, and immediately! - Polina spoke in a cheerful voice, realizing that in this way one opponent would have less on the way to Plato.
   - Go to Rita? The man asked. 'Thank you, girl, I will go to her myself,' he said, and went to the hotel.
   Polina looked after the man for a long time, she wanted to run after him. She threw off her camouflage, gave it to a photographer standing next to a camel, and ran after the man.
   - Take me with you! - She shouted to him with a smile from ear to ear.
   The man stopped and looked at the young woman with curiosity. She was so attractive! He had the feeling that he had once seen her.
   Polina met her eyes with a man and blushed to the tips of her ears, a desire flashed in her head, far from being decent. All her life she pushed men away from herself and suddenly was ready to surrender to a newly met man, and also to the former man Rita, without a fight!
   'We'll have to meet,' the man answered with a smile.
   - My name is Polina. I'm not married. No kids. Here I am on a business trip for my firm, 'she said, pattingly.
   - My name is Amon, I studied in the North and met Rita there. Now I live alone. My new wife did not become me, I did not give birth to children.
   - You know, I fulfilled all the tasks of the company, after a business trip I had planned a two-week vacation. I can spend these two weeks with you. Why do you need to change the climate? I normally stand the heat. I am by nature with brown eyes and black hair, and Rita with gray eyes and blond hair. She is a northerner, she is really bad in the heat, - said Polina and began to wait for his decision.
   'I have two weeks to rest with you,' answered Amon, pleased with such a decision. - But we will not live in a hotel. I have a friend, he has a decent mansion. We will go to him.
   In the evening they were at a new place. In order not to disturb the conscience of the owner of the mansion and his close relatives, Polina portrayed Amon's wife. Polina's long black hair acted soothingly on southern men. Couple allocated two rooms. Polina was in the same room with Amon. Gas spray was not with her! She bathed before bed and was fresh and innocent.
   Amon took a shower in a glass cabin and went out to her with a towel on his hips. He was courageous and beautiful! The canopy bed was waiting for them. A light breeze from the air conditioner swung the fringe of the curtains.
   This was the first night of Polina with a real man! Previously, she took all the men by the nose, and now she gave herself to Amon with such southern passion and assertiveness that she didn't expect such lewdness and looseness from herself. After a sincere mutual love at first sight, they still had time to sleep.
   Rita had a nightmare all night. She dreamed of Amon. She tried to get him back, but she didn't succeed. By morning Rita had a dream: Amon and Polina sleep together.
   She could not stand this dream and woke up completely. She sat on the bed, looked up at the sky and felt the love of a former loved one with a new passion. To her always through any distances his love vibes reached, even when he married a second time.
   Now this astral connection with the former loved one was not.
   The connection was lost. He didn't think about her anymore. Rita thought about Amon with concealed sadness. She knew that if he was sad, he would also be sad about her, and it was necessary to live with those who are. And she kept her feelings closed to other people. But she felt well the broken connection with Amon!
  Rita's thoughts involuntarily switched to Plato and his genuine passion in the grass on the bank of the pond. She sighed and went to the kitchen. Brewing coffee, she remembered the pharaoh's amber. Surprisingly, this amber grain no longer worried about her. Let it be with her master, but it will no longer disturb her - this is how Rita decided this difficult question that had been tormenting her lately.
   Plato, having listened to the refusals of two women to help with the management of his household, he himself took up the renewal of life and the surrounding reality. Mother did not help him in this. He put the apartment in order. It is important that everything in the house itself be done. While he was busy, he did not recall the girls.
   Having finished hard work, I remembered that no one had called him. Out of habit, Plato called Polina, her mother replied that she was on a long-distance business trip. He called Rita. And a miracle! Rita was glad to hear and see him. Nicely!
   Her mother was waiting for Polina from a regular business trip, but only heard her voice on the phone:
   'Mom, I'll be staying for a couple of weeks,' after these words, the audibility disappeared.
   In the evening, without a preliminary call, a certain Stepan Stepanovich came to Polina's mother. He was tired of living alone, he decided to start a conversation with one of his former friends. Polina's mother, Lyubov Sergeyevna, invited him to the house under the pretext that she had prepared a lot of food for her daughter's arrival, and she was delayed.
   I didn't have to ask Stepan Stepanovich for a long time: having heard the word 'food,' he went into the house without thinking about the situation. Lyubov Sergeyevna gladly put chicken stewed in a sauce with potatoes, a couple of salads, and a fresh cake on the table.
   She took a liqueur in a homemade crystal carafe of country berries. He ate and ate everything that was on the table. She was so busy feeding the hungry man that thoughts of Pauline jumped out of her head.
   Having drunk drinks, Stepan Stepanovich shared a great secret with Lyubov Sergeyevna, namely that he had nothing with her daughter, that she only sent gas from a can to him.
   Lyubov Sergeyevna was not surprised; she was accustomed to the inaccessibility of her Polina and the complaints about her by men of all ages. She drank a small glass crystal cup and enjoyed listening to the new confession of life. She just agreed with him and sighed. And he was in a hurry to speak out while he was listened to with such kindness.
   A glass for a glass, and outside the window came a deep night. Stepan Stepanovich looked at the darkness outside the window and said that he would not go home drunk. Lyubov Sergeyevna answered him that he was absolutely right, and made a bed for him on the sofa. He lay down and disconnected.
   The woman came Indian summer, the trees were still green outside the window, and God sent her a piece of happiness in the form of Stepan Stepanovich.
   He woke up in the morning, ate, drank and left for the service, and he was already invited to dinner. In his family they all ate at their corners and who did not know what, and he didn't know such home comfort. His mother did not have time to feed everyone or did not want to do this. And Lyubov Sergeyevna had a lot of unused energy. She was early widowed and led a measured way of life, and that's what remained.
   Stepan Stepanovich happily worked the day. He knew that they were waiting and feeding him at no cost to him. About spending he has not thought. Lyubov Sergeyevna seemed younger, she blossomed in 24 hours and shone from the inside.
   Natural meat chops with a complicated side dish on a large flat plate were already waiting for a man. Salads stood in crystal salad bowls. The bread lay in wicker plates of straw. There was no pouring, but there was tea, and cherry jam in a vase gleamed languidly.
   He ate with pleasure.
   He gorged on. He blissfully blinked like a cat. His tummy pressed on his trouser belt.
   'Stepan Stepanovich, I will bring you a tracksuit, I bought for the occasion, and there is no one to wear,' said Lyubov Sergeyevna and really brought a tracksuit that suited him.
   He changed his clothes and flopped into a chair. She pushed a table on wheels with a glass top to it. There was a vase with washed fruit on the glass, the water droplets had not yet dried on bananas, apples and grapes. Separately, she put the berries from her own cottage.
   - Lyubov Sergeyevna, I'm full. Thanks you.
   - And you eat, Stepan Stepanovich eat, get better.
   - I already fall asleep from satiety.
   - Lie down, lie down, I'll put you on the couch. We will not enter Polina's room, she may get angry.
  'As she is angry, I know,' Stepan Stepanovich sang to her.
   And indeed, he lay down and fell asleep.
   Lyubov Sergeyevna covered him with a blanket and ate the fruit herself and looked now at the sleeping man, now at the TV screen. He slept for three hours, woke up late at night. The TV was off, the mistress was sleeping in her room. He got up, turned on the light and TV, drank some water and sat down to finish eating the fruit. In his head was empty, empty, like a well-fed domestic cat.
   The idyll lasted until Lyubov Sergeyevna had run out of money given to her for food by Polina before leaving for a business trip. She herself lived in retirement and did not work. Lyubov Sergeyevna fed all the cash in the form of the most varied food.
   Stepan Stepanovich got fat, looked good and was ironed to sharp edges. The money ran out, but Polina did not come. Receipts for payment flew from all sides, and there was nothing to pay for utilities. Polina did not call and did not come. The man did not give money, he believed that he was being fed as a payment for a heart attack, which he experienced once due to the fault of his daughter Lyubov Sergeyevna.
   Lyubov Sergeyevna could not stand it and asked:
   - Stepan Stepanovich, could you pay for utilities? Polina will return - give up.
   'And if he doesn't come back?' - he asked.
   From such a question the woman's jaw dropped, and it seemed to her that yellow leaves had flown outside the window.
   'I don't have enough money for food for you either, they ran out,' added Lyubov Sergeyevna sadly.
   'I myself have to pay for my life,' and he, taking a bag with things that had accumulated unnoticed in him, left the inhospitable house.
   Lyubov Sergeyevna plopped down in a chair, the fruits were no longer standing on the coffee table. But the doorbell rang. She rushed to open the door, and tripped over a heavy object on the floor. This Stepan Stepanovich, leaving, dumbbells scattered around the apartment. The doorbell rang, but she could not get up. She began to scream. But her voice was low, and behind the two doors they did not hear her and left.
   Polina and Amon fell into honey love. Everything was fine until Polina's heart sank, it seemed to her that her mother had problems. She called home, she did not answer. She called Plato, he promised to visit her mother. Together with the neighbors, Plato opened the apartment of Lyubov Sergeyevna, but it was too late. She was dead. What he told Polina. Polina told Amon that she urgently needed to leave.
   In a fit of feelings, in order to brighten Pauline's misfortune with his nobility, he presented her with a gold necklace. She appreciated his deed, took a gift with her, flying home by plane. Amon returned to his second wife, as she was quite happy with him.
  
   Stepan Stepanovich thoroughly forgot that his love Sergeyevna fed, he really wanted to try her kitchen. Polina returned and settled the money issue. Stepan Stepanovich came to Polina, sat down at the serving table, holding his hands in his pockets.
   Polina saw his pose and laughed:
   - Do not worry, I threw out all the cans, I became completely different. You made fun of me, after the death of my mother, I hadn't been laughing like that.
   - Lyubov Sergeyevna died? - With despair in the voice asked Stepan Stepanovich.
   - Yes, while I was on a business trip, she stumbled over heavy dumbbells and hit her head on a pound weight. She lay until she was found. One thing I do not understand: why did she pull these weights?
   Stepan Stepanovich pulled his head down: he pulled the iron out and tried to lift him in the sporting form issued to him by Lyubov Sergeyevna. So, no one has seen and does not know that he was here!
   I wanted to go home. Slipped the idea that Lyubov Sergeyevna ran to the door, which he rang shortly after his departure, to stop by and remove those dumbbells and dumbbells. It seemed to him that he had heard her cry, but she did not open it to him. He stood, waited and went home.
   After analyzing the previous events in this house, Stepan Stepanovich uncontrollably wanted to go home, but Polina offered to eat, and he could not refuse. Their appetite was excellent for various reasons.
   Polina and Stepan Stepanovich found a common language, she lured him to bed of love with lies, but gradually they got used to each other. And he never refused a full life. They went to the second circle of their relationship.
   Both were left alone in their apartments.
   Polina has changed, she was no longer an impregnable fortress. She got used to Amon to love around the clock. She needed love! Stepan Stepanovich was a diva from the metamorphoses of Polina, but he was afraid or did not want to know the truth. Polina gave him the science of love in all its manifestations and variety of images.
   They found each other.
  
  
   Chapter 3
   Soon Polina began to feel the signs of an upcoming pregnancy; she had no doubt that this was Amon's child. But who was interested in it? At work, this aroused a direct interest of the management, she was told that after giving birth, she would rest for three months and go to work, taking the nurse to take care of the child.
  Times have changed, and the laws of the state and the laws of the new life did not always correspond to each other.
   Polina offered the man to stay, she was still trying to find a father for the child. And Stepan Stepanovich, feeling his guilt before Polina, decided to accept the role of the father of her child. He consoled himself with the fact that the child would be his. They stopped at that, that his patronymic will be the child of Polina. However, he had no sense of future fatherhood!
   That was not - and all!
   The stranger came from a long trip to Polina, and her whole passion for him was a stranger, as if she belonged not to him, but to someone whom she left not of her own will, but by the will of circumstances.
  
   Stepan Stepanovich went to visit Rita. An interesting thought came to him: it seemed to him that the same vibes were coming from Rita as from Polina. This thought began to pursue him.
   - Rita, and who was your former favorite man in the country of the Pyramids? Not Amon?
   - Amon. Didn't I tell you about him?
   - You did not name the name. Polina will have a child from him.
   - Stepan Stepanovich, what are you saying? Amon is married!
   - Once married, two married, three not married. The third is Pauline, and she is expecting a child from Amon, and she tells me that she is from me.
   - You know, I had a dream that Polina was sleeping with Amon.
   'So it's true,' said Stepan Stepanovich bitterly. 'But I won't drink vodka from grief, but I don't want to go to it either.' How does this work? And you, and she, and he?
   - Do not worry. The fact that you have missed Polina is your problems.
   - Give it easier, I did not miss it! She didn't let me get close to her before this trip! - cried Stepan Stepanovich in hearts.
   Polina received more money than Stepan Stepanovich, and could afford such a toy as he. It can be said, thanks to the noodles on the ears, she pulled him by the ears to fatherhood. He could not give up the child of Pauline. A normal family was planned. The girl was born with skin somewhat darker than the parent.
   Stepan Stepanovich was generally with white skin. He marveled at miracles, but not to the same degree! His favorite hobby was nagging about the fact that the girl was not his. Polina did not doubt this and came up with a fairy tale as if her grandmother lived in North Africa. What was personally with her, she attributed to her grandmother.
   Stepan Stepanovich got fat by food forgiveness of sin, but unevenly that he did not paint. He got used to the girl in three months. She became a pretty creature. He proudly said that he was her father.
   Polina encouraged his fatherhood. Knowing that she needed to go to work, she left him at home with her daughter. To help Polina hired a kindergarten teacher, a middle-aged woman.
   So, three of them and in turn they began to grow a beautiful girl Inna with dark skin.
   In North Africa, in honor of the Day of Education of the Republic, prisoners of God were released into the light, among them was Amon's brother, Esker. He led a lively lifestyle and differed unexpected behavior. A brother asked Amon:
   - Amon, where is your girlfriend Rita?
   - Rita lives at home in the North.
   My brother found out that Amon had another passionate love. On this occasion, he asked:
   - Amon, where is my niece?
   - What are you talking about, brother?
   - Did you love the woman Polina? I loved. She could have a baby, a year has passed, and you still remember her!
   - I don't know her address, but Rita knows him, you can find out through her whether the woman Polina has a child.
   - Call your woman, brother! I must know my nephews, at least their number.
   Amon called:
   - Rita, my brother is back. Yes, he was released. You know, he was sitting out of jealousy. Brother asks: does Polina have a child?
   'She has a child,' Rita replied.
   - Who ?! Cried Amon.
   - Girl! Inna
   Amon on the machine turned off the cell phone:
   - Brother, my daughter Inna was born!
   - I understood everything from your screams. Amon, you live with a barren woman, and your third woman has a child, and he grows up without you. Bad, brother.
   - I know myself, but they live far from me. It's very cold there.
   - I was sitting in one place so much that I want to look at my niece!
   - Will they let you out of the country?
   - I'll do everything. Give the address of Rita, and I will find Pauline.
   - You don't know the language.
   - I learned a little while I was sitting.
   - Brother, you are well done. Look at my daughter. I'll pay for your trip.
   Rita sat in the chair and watched TV. The doorbell rang. She opened the door and saw Amon's brother, Esker. She had seen him before.
   - Hi Esker! Come on in.
   - Hello, Rita!
  - Did you learn our language?
   - Yes, it was the case, learned.
   - Well done! Come in, sit down.
   - Rita, I need to see a woman Polina, she has a daughter Amon.
   - I see, I thought so. I'll call, they will come here.
   - I myself want to go to her.
   'I'll take it,' said Rita to Asker.
  
   Polina did not expect to see a crowd of new relatives. It is good that Stepan Stepanovich and the nanny were not at home at that moment. Little Inna was sleeping in a crib in pink clothes.
   - Ay, what a beautiful girl! - snapped his tongue Esker.
   - Rita, and who is he? - Polina asked anxiously, twirling the hair on the arm.
   - His name is Esker. He is the brother of Amon, came to look at his niece.
   - And Amon could not come? I sent the messenger, 'Polina said displeased.
   - Amon is working. Esker is resting, the man answered her.
   While my uncle was looking at the baby niece, Polina took Rita to the kitchen.
   - Rita, why did you bring him to me? Stepan Stepanovich - the official father of the child! I put so much strength to get used to this thought!
   'Polina, Esker arrived with the idea of seeing his niece.' How could I keep him ?!
   'Yes, he is a serious man,' said Polina. 'And I'm a little creepy with him.'
   - He will look and leave.
   - You think? And if you stay?
   - Polina, I thought up! I will employ him! I will bring it to my company, they will take it! - Rita thought that in the image and likeness of Esquer it was possible to release the ghost of Pharaoh, but she could not say it out loud.
  
   Polina fell into thought. The summer lull is a glorious time, if used correctly. Weather and she indulges and jokes the sun, the rain and thunderstorms. Having filled with impressions and love joys, you can begin to recall them, since there is nothing left for a short time. A sense of satisfaction can always end with an ordinary hatred.
   What did she want? Eternal love from your Amon? If love and eternal, then this eternity lasts for moments. You can lie down for the sake of a beloved man, to serve him as the last servant. Prepare food for him, as the chef of a prestigious restaurant. Cuddle like the lady profession number one. But the beloved man will forget everything after complete exhaustion from love. That's when hate begins! When love ends! No, Platonic love may still live, but physical love for a short time has ended, and quite successfully.
   Is it good? At the time of the completion of love - of course, but a second after that you can get away from a man at the speed of light or a car. A man full of care and love. He needs to sleep, he is not up to her, but he will wake up - he will not remember at all.
   Therefore, if you want to spend a week with your loved one, it means that you need to feed the week a little, love a little. Separation is inevitable after quality love. The bodies no longer want to touch. Eyes do not want to meet. Mobile phones do not overlap. World Wide Web mail stalls.
   Oblivion after love.
   Polina was worried about this question for a long time. She freaked out, suffered, worried! She did not know what her fault was in front of her beloved person. And why is she abandoned after a good love ?! Well this is necessary - how much extra torment was in her life! It's simple, here it is - illiteracy in human psychology! That is why disposable men and women in all ages were popular and were necessary for society! That is why there are lovers and mistresses! All according to the proverb: he made a deal - walk boldly!
   But wives and husbands at such a moment are forced to coexist on the same territory, moreover, under the supervision of native people. And this leads to recriminations, which are natural after loving satiety. The best way to get away from quarrels is to go to work or to a hobby or fly far away. The nightmare of love and of love.
  Polina opened the computer. She was bored with her own thoughts. The web went on to talk about the rollback. Rollback is the sunset of the next work. Or why the house is not repaired. If the sum of X is allocated for the development of the goal, and the sum of 0.5X reaches the goal, then the goal is not achieved. Simply, there are three town houses. In each house lives the population of a decent settlement. For the repair of houses allocated a very certain amount of the head of utilities. She liked the sum so much that she took it as a pullback, giving money to paint the balconies. Balconies lit up with gray paint. And where is the rollback? On him, the boss bought herself a whole floor of apartments, having made a chic repair in them.
   The city seriously took up the look of their homes. The houses were covered with new walls that held back the cold and did not allow frost in the house. New pipes, windows, doors appeared in the houses. The tile decorated the floor. The city has been updated for several years. And only three houses stood without repair and new facing.
   The huge country stretched across the globe decided to dream. And the country wanted to upgrade the railway, to make just one road, but along the whole country. Of course, this road was on the map, there were trains on it. But torrents, landslides, winds and constant merciless exploitation turned the road into a wretched sight.
   And the road appeared in the country's dreams in several rail strips, along which there are good houses, the dilapidation of which should not be hidden behind green plastic hedges. The road is good. It is even better if the railway to the length of the country is made under the direction of one person who does not build his own city on the income from this road.
   You just need to make a summer Olympiad in the Far East, and the roads will be built. Without a stimulus it is difficult to accomplish feats. Who was talking about, and Polina's Stepan Stepanovich didn't get out of her head more than the question of a rollback, to which she has nothing to do. That they live in those three houses that do not repair. It was their chief of housing and communal services that had the grasp of a condor, after such a grasp she had a whole floor in private use, and the rest had gray houses without repair. Everything, thoughts about the house of Pauline tired, and think about Amon she could not and did not want. She found him a replacement - Stepan Stepanovich.
  
   Rita persuaded Esker to leave Polina's house under the pretext that the girl is very small and needs rest. She, having learned that her dream about Amon and Polina was in her hand, felt lightness in her soul, and love and jealousy vanished. Work was waiting for her.
   Rita offered to make a film about the arrival of an interstellar ship on the banks of the Nile River. At that time Pharaoh Esker ruled the country. Rita was objected that history does not know Pharaoh with that name.
   She replied, if the story does not know, so let him know. Esker himself everyone liked. He was a pharaoh cast in profile. It was necessary to make a mystical film with a set of existing information about the invasion of an alien civilization. Esker staged a hotel. The firm paid all expenses.
   'If you take North Africa without the pyramids, then the people of the film will not understand,' thought Rita and then remembered Pharaoh's amber. A vision appeared in her head: yellow sand, bright sun. Then she saw Esker sitting in a Pharaoh's turban on a stretcher, and was carried to Nil.
   Long boats floated along the river, aliens sat on them - the very ones whose appearance Rita had already developed. The boats were made of light corrugated alloy and gleaming fiercely in the sun. On the boats were set yellow sails. The huge eyes of the aliens looked at the man, in him they guessed the sovereign of the local land. The aliens respectfully bowed their heads in deference to Pharaoh Esker and again began to look ahead.
   Esker asked the adviser in a surprised and majestic way:
   - Who is swimming in my river?
   Instead of an answer, Pharaoh was shown to the sky. Pharaoh easily got off the stretcher, energy appeared in him, foreshadowing changes in the country.
   - Catch up! - He made an imperative gesture, pointing in the direction of alien boats.
   - Impossible, my lord! - the adviser said.
   - Maybe! Give me a chariot with yellow parchment!
   Six horses were harnessed into the chariot, and instead of a canopy over Pharaoh's head, they put a yellow sail.
   The wind blew along the river. There was no water spill at this time of year. Under the sail, Esker drove quickly to the side where the boats sailed. Horses ran at full speed. Pharaoh, though not caught up with the boat, but ride with the wind.
  The aliens in the UFO hung over the advanced pharaoh Asker, they liked his ingenuity. Esker noticed a strange object above his head, radiating streams of light. Pharaoh was so inquisitive that he was not even frightened. He was flattered to be lit from above.
   Esquer liked to play Pharaoh, he easily entered the role. Short films with his participation now and then flashed on the screen. He was called by Amon and said that the whole country of the Pyramids enjoyed watching the adventures of Pharaoh Esker.
   Rita thought about the fact that without the female role, any film is popular science. Then she thought that besides Cleopatra there were other women in the yellow sky. She remembered the daughter of Amon. A girl could be the daughter of Pharaoh.
   Where to take the woman to the role of the beloved woman of Pharaoh? What is there to think about? Polina's black long hair and her beautiful black eyes might please the public. And it must be called the queen of the Nile Valley.
   The star ship itself remained unused. They chose a sandy field, to which Buran flew in from space, disguised as an interstellar ship. The alien ship ran through the sand and stopped, lifting sand into the air. As the sand settled, the omnipresent Pharaoh Esker was visible on a chariot with a steady yellow sail.
   Polina came out of the interstellar ship in a golden suit. Her head was decorated with a helmet type of the Pharaoh's headdress. On her shoulders lay a circle adorned with semi-precious stones. Behind her went a flock of aliens. Pharaoh Esker could not take his eyes off the queen of aliens.
   After her return from North Africa, Polina felt good for the first time, she began to forget her passionate love with Amon. Essentially, they had a real passion, but not pacified love, and with Rodion - this is generally pure friendship. She adored the sky outside the window, this noisy foliage, but the sand did not attract her. She is tired of him.
   How did the wind blow her to Africa? Fair and dissolute wind of love. No, she did not fall in love, it was Amon who fell in love with her, so much so that she also fell for his feelings. They loved, they were happy, but a very short time.
   The sun and the death of the mother said love was "no," life separated them simply and with taste.
   Amon did not like the winter cold, he did not understand him. And now Polina didn't care, she began to forget African passions and lived with Stepan Stepanovich, a very calm person who had not defrosted her feelings yet.
   Rita decided to take a rest after making a film about Esker. She was all indifferent, even today, but she doesn't care about the state of her love affairs. And what is this, if Plato does not have a great love potential, and with him, no matter how you worry, everything is in vain.
   Rita thought that the state of a person who had rested with the soul and body is achieved not only by sleep, but also by complete harmony with life, when the brain stops worrying about all the troubles of the last days. These troubles are already laid out on the shelves and gathering dust until the next nervous state or complete fatigue.
   Weather overboard habitat contributed peace of life. It was hot in North Africa yesterday, it was rain and thunder yesterday, and today is March in the weather, in the soul, and in the body, which is very important for general rest. She looked at the whitish sky, the empty mail on the web and did not even sigh.
   Silence - it is in Africa silence. Where did she learn African passions? From the camel on which she starred. She threw her photos into a mini-laptop, and he could well imagine her African love for Amon.
   What has Rita learned lately? That Stepan Stepanovich became the unwitting cause of the death of Polina's mother. He pulled out dumbbells, a pound weights, and left them in the middle of the room on the floor. He rang the doorbell, and the woman rushed to open, but never opened it again. Has Polina realized this, she does not know. And the fact that Stepan Stepanovich went to Lyubov Sergeyevna, she herself knew.
   I wanted to find out if Pharaoh's amber is real.
   Rita asked Plato's mother Inessa Evgenievna about the amber. She laughed and replied:
   - When Plato's father made me a marriage proposal, he gave me a ring. At that time I was eating boiled corn and put one grain of corn in a box instead of a ring, and put a ring on my finger. I jokingly called this grain "Pharaoh's Amber".
  
   Late autumn pleased the expanse, which appeared due to the lack of foliage in the trees. The trunks of the trees darkened against the background of the earth, covered with withered foliage. Near the houses the leaves were safely collected and taken away. But in the forest the foliage remained lying where it had fallen. Rita looked out the window and saw nothing but a gray sky. At that time, a woman named Anna Andreevna came into the office and offered trips to the Amber country.
   - Well. I will go, - Rita told the distributor of trips to foreign countries.
   'I won't go,' said handsome Rodion, slowly.
  Rita was numb with indignation. She wanted to go with him! She already took time off from work, and he set her up! But she was silent and stepped aside. Rodion went and sat down at his workplace, he was not looking at her.
   A girl named Polina looked into the room, she looked towards the head of the desk and asked:
   - Where is Rodion?
   'Many were striving for it,' Stepan Stepanovich, wise with life, answered her, twirling the yellow pencil HB in his hands.
   - How do you understand? - indignantly asked the girl.
   - And understand that, young lady, there is always a queue of women for him. He hears you, but does not see, - he answered the girl and slowly turned his head towards Rodion. - Rodion, do you not hear? To you the lady has come, your next fan.
   - I hear, but I'm busy.
   - You are our worker. Girl, did you hear the answer? The one who is busy does not wait for you.
   - I understand. I probably got the wrong room.
   'It happens,' grumbled Stepan Stepanovich and buried himself in a drawing, which he tested without any pleasure, but with great knowledge of the matter. He was a very capable man.
   Rita went alone for lunch at a cafe, she did not look in the direction of Rodion.
   He approached her with a tray in his hands:
   - Rita, I can not go with you! You see, I can not!
   - You can not - so you can not, and I will go. I have never been on the shore of the Amber Sea. Stepan Stepanovich has already released me.
   'Sorry, but you will go without me,' said Rodion and left, taking his lunch to another table.
   On the train there was a group of tourists traveling on an excursion to the Amber Sea. There were 28 women and two men in the group. One man was driving with his wife, the second man was free. Rita looked at the contingent and calmly pulled out a book. The only free man from 28 women accurately chose her! He simply sat down next to the girl reading a book in the carriage, while the other representatives of the tourist group were quietly talking among themselves.
   Rita looked at the man with a blank look, as if looking through him, before her eyes was a tiara made of amber. To whom, and she wanted a golden diadem, pierced by the sun through amber.
   - Girl, can I sit next to you? - asked the young man.
   She caught a glimpse of very short hair over her young face and moved toward the window. Up to the window there was one footprint. Five minutes later, a cargo train drove alongside, from which a stone flew out. This stone at high speed crashed into the window next to Rita. The glass crumbled into a tiny crumb and showered it from head to toe. She stood up, and glass rain fell from her head.
   People sighed.
   'I got a glass diadem,' said Rita, without addressing anyone.
   'Sorry, I didn't want to move you to the window, everything happened by chance,' said the young man quickly.
  
   Square carriage as a single room, everything is interesting in it. Rita quickly became the number one person, it turns out, and without a beauty contest you can achieve a certain popularity. The glass from the floor was swept away by a conductor with an ordinary broom. The remains of the glass remained in the wooden frame of the car. A fresh breeze walked through the car. The conductor brought a sticky film and closed a hole in the glass, punched by a piece of hard rock.
   The young man, topped with a short haircut, said his name was Samson. The name intrigued. Rita stopped angry at him, as if he was to blame for breaking the glass. And only here she noticed a tie on his neck, on which a horse was depicted. A tie suited him in all respects: Samson was all sleek and shiny, like a thoroughbred horse. He emanated a great smell of men's cologne, a very thin one, radiating the freshness of its ingredients.
   Rita did not think about which car she would be taken to the Amber capital from the old bluish train station with turrets. She almost always went to the coupe, and then a cheerful camp of excursionists gathered in a second-class carriage. Samson created his own field around Rita, which took care of. It was cozy and tasty with him. He treated her to those products that he took on the road. She has nothing but sandwiches made of white sliced loaf with butter and cheese, there was no - this is a dry ration.
  
   A conductor brought tea in glass cups with cup holders from times far away, next she put sugar in small briquettes. At home, Rita never drank tea with sugar, but the taste in the car changed, there wanted something that was impossible. The soft gentle hands of the young man fluttered nearby, as if they were glued to the girl with their cells, and she was beginning to like it. Soon he left and came in a nice tracksuit, holding a bar of chocolate with nuts. She smiled at him and set the book aside.
   It was getting dark outside the window. A new couple went to the vestibule - the only place in the car without eyes and ears. Although what they could have secrets from others? As it turned out, at the moment they both were free people, not burdened by families.
  Rita was a girl of average male growth, with blond hair, with gray eyes. Samson was a little taller, he had the right features, big brown eyes. He seemed shy young man and very charming. No, she never dreamed of such a fan, although she understood that the years were passing. Rita wanted to graduate and graduate. Of course, she was still a free girl, except for a romantic connection with Rodion, who always had time: at home and at work. He was a man whom no one was offended and everyone considered it a happiness to communicate with him - the favorite of all modifications.
   Amber capital captivated sightseers by small streets, very famous for the movies and therefore painfully familiar. Amber was in many stores, Rita looked at him, but did not understand what she needed from this amber. It is clear that the amber tiara, but which one? Beads from amber lay on the shelves of shops in a sunny place, they were nicely crafted and matched in size.
   Tourists took the bus to a less well-known city with small historic houses and one anecdote that the family in the country consists of three persons: he, she and the dog. Such a composition of the family is quite satisfied with Samson, he told this joke. A strange feeling of stagnation in purchases brought Rita to the point that there was no money left for amber. But she did not tell her about her desire to Samson, the amber tiara is her mental dream.
   In the museum, sailors and fishermen were surprised by the fact that sailors received more money from bringing goods in the form of interesting bottles of port wine than from fishing. And at home the fishermen were quite decent, by the way. The Amber Sea impressed everyone with its cool breath. Samson went along with Rita, they said goodbye only at the station ...
   Instead of an amber tiara, she brought home port in a beautiful bottle that she liked more than the contents. Why can not Samson be considered an amber diadem? The one and the other goes to the winner. And finally, Rita had a friend on the trip.
  
  
   Chapter 4
   Samson's father, Anton Sidorovich, for some time worked as a director of the company 'Mystical Circumstances'. Previously, the director's Rita had only seen from afar, and now she's in a secured habitat. The mother of Samson was a beautiful woman with a huge pony tail of her own hair, Anna Andreyevna. Tactful woman enveloped Rita with natural charm.
   Rita felt that she had fallen into strong nets and she just could not escape from their new environment. She was caught like a fish in the sea. Yes, and to escape from the soft, enticing embrace of Samson did not want to.
   The staff quietly listened to Rita's story about the trip and the groom.
   - What did I say ?! - asked or said Stepan Stepanovich.
   'We had to argue about their wedding,' Rodion said.
   - What are you about? - asked Rita.
   'About you,' answered Rodion.
   - So, more, if you can.
   - Why talk? The guide performed the task of a paid matchmaker. You, Rita, have calculated and decided that you will approach the son of the new director of the company. You are now working in the firm of the father of your fiance. You didn't meet the new director, you aren't supposed to be in the state. And the director found out about you, asked the sinners, and sent with his son on a tour, 'Rodion explained the circumstances of the case.
   - Great, and who launched a stone at me?
   'Accident,' Rodion replied sadly.
   Rita lived in a one-room apartment in a panel house. Samson had a four-room apartment in a noble nest - the group of brick towers was called that. Samson and Rita bought a little puppy, creating a prototype of a family from his favorite joke.
   The apartment of Samson's parents was exchanged for two two-room apartments, but ... Samson refused to prescribe Rita in the apartment. To his parents the road was closed to her. She returned to a one-room apartment and went to work, from which she had not yet been dismissed. The fleeting civil marriage of Rita was beneficial to one man - Samson. Under the pretext of marriage, he grabbed a two-room apartment from his parents. It is good that they did not sign officially!
   Rodion and Stepan Stepanovich greeted Rita with joyful shouts and were silent in response to her story about the last resettlement, this is not their business. They are tactful people.
   Polina, Rita's cousin, upon learning of Rita's mistake in marriage, came to Samson's apartment. He sat alone on a leather black sofa, in front of him was a black table, and he was watching on a black TV. Samson was in his black element elements, if she did not know!
   - Hi, Samson! With the freedom of you! - Polina exclaimed, removing the mink coat.
   - Hi Polina! I am glad to see you in my quarters, - answered Samson. - Oh, my favorite fur has appeared!
  - Why didn't you buy a coat for the bride?
   - There is no need to pamper Rita and grow a darling of fate out of her.
   'You keep Rita in her fists.'
   'Not your fate, but you will not disturb my conscience.'
   - It is clear, without you it was not in the life of Rita. You look so soft and gentle, like this mink coat, and not you bought it!
   In her apartment, Anna Andreevna picked up a cell phone that issued a trill:
   - Stepan Stepanovich, is it you again? I asked you not to call us at home!
   - Anna Andreevna, explain why you sent Rita home?
   - Do not go into our affairs, this is not our business with you mind.
   - The policy is that of your faithful?
   - Do not rash salt on the wound, and so painfully and anxiously. They don't let me in this case, I miss Rita and Samson myself.
   - Anna Andreevna, I miss you. See you again
   - What for? All bylem overgrown.
   - I would go to work, why are you sitting at home?
   - With a failed daughter in law in one unit to work?
   - So what?
   - Ok, without me you will manage.
   Anton Sidorovich summoned Polina to his office.
   - Polina, why did you go to Samson?
   - Have you already been informed? I just wanted to tell him that he had dealt severely with Rita.
   - Where are you going in your own business? Would go to the office of Samson at work, and you came to his house. And about their life - do not go to them with advice. Everything's under control.
   - You have a stern control.
   - And now in the case ... Do you know English well? As far as I know, you studied English.
   - That was a long time ago.
   - Recently. There is an offer for us to go with you to the Sea Country.
   - And how will your wife, Anna Andreevna, react to this?
   'You will go on a business trip with me, and this is called work,' Anton Sidorovich responded cautiously.
   'Obviously, work is work, I will go,' Polina agreed meekly.
   The maritime country was twenty minutes away from the company and turned out to be a regular sanatorium, where Polina and Anton Sidorovich lived for a week of their business trip. A week later Stepan Stepanovich and Anna Andreevna arrived at the same sanatorium.
   Two couples met at a dinner table. All four showed a high degree of tact, nobody said a single word of reproach to anyone, after lunch they dispersed in the composition in which they arrived, according to their numbers.
   For dinner, Polina and Anton Sidorovich left the sanatorium.
   Rita went to work and was surprised to see that Rodion was sitting at the head's desk.
   - Rodion, why are you sitting in a strange place? She asked, smiling.
   - Rita, this is now my place. Anton Sidorovich arrived from a business trip, I was promoted, and Stepan Stepanovich was demoted.
   - Interesting. Remind your patronymic, Mr. Head? Are you by any chance another relative of the director?
   - No, I'm not even his nephew. I got promoted.
   - And you talk about it calmly?
   - I live calmly, like a normal single man without bad habits. Rita, we will go to the hotel in the evening, there is one to take, we will note my promotion. You are all yours, well joined into a friendly management team, 'Rodion said with irony.
   - And if I do not go?
   - Let's go another time, women have their own quirks. By the way, the cake is on the tea table. I was joking! I'm not the boss!
   - So I like you better. Get out of someone else's place! - shouted Rita.
   - A cake in honor of your return from a long vacation.
   - You are very kind, thank you.
   'I want to be with you!' He sang the last phrase and looked at the white ceiling.
   -You are already with me in the workplace.
   Samson sat in his workplace and watched on the screen a room in which Rita and Rodion were sitting. The behavior of the bride he liked, and he decided that for her more to observe. He turned off the screen and began to work. Rita looked in the direction of the peephole and realized that it was turned off, but she still did not say anything to Rodion, but he probably knew everything himself. Rodion opened the drawer in his desk.
  The LED connected to the bug to monitor the work was off. He has long made himself such an informative highlight in his desk. If the LED does not light up in the table, it means that no one is looking through the room, but he was sacredly silent about this.
   - Rita, hang up a local alarm! I am waiting for you at the address, 'said Rodion, and handed her a business card to the hotel.
   - Thank!
   - On that stand. Rita, do you speak calmly on the phone or do not speak at all.
   - Thanks for the warning. But now I don't understand at all who is in this firm.
   - And do not understand the historical relationships between people. You just used, made inquiries about your health to the fifth knee, and then removed from the noble nest. Offensively? Annoying?
   - Come on.
   - Good girl! I immediately liked you as soon as I saw you. But I was personally warned not to approach you, which I do as much as I can.
   - And now what has changed?
   'Now you are an alien abandoned bride, and I have the right to approach you, but so far in a hidden form.'
   - Spy.
   - No, the way of existence.
   - Well, you have an amber tiara.
   - And what is this?
   - My dream is amber.
   - And what, amber in the world is over? - grinned Rodion.
   - No, but I want an amber tiara.
   - What do you want from me?
   - Actually, I want an amber bezel.
   - This is clearer, buy a bezel and stick amber on it.
   Samson soon flew overseas. He had his sports hobby: he loved to play hockey. And now he was sitting on the roof of his skyscraper hotel and chatting with his feet, looking into the distance. Today, world-wide troubles have come to his lot. His infinitely sad eyes examined the area of action without access to the network of interconnections.
   He longed for the vast expanses of a completely different country. Yes, there no one would have driven him onto the roof of a skyscraper, because there were none, in the sense that in the vast expanses there was no point in building skyscrapers. And why scrape the sky with buildings, if there is an ordinary scope for happiness?
   So that's the thing! You can scrape ice with skates that he threw at the hotel. So let them lie there! No, he is not a hockey player! Although how to say: this type of male sport, he loved since childhood. How much Samson himself remembered, he always remembered himself skating in the ice arena. Why did he break the stick on the head of a famous hockey player ?! Now sitting on the roof, escaping from all types of punishments, and that hockey player only staggered.
   'So, from this place in more detail, please,' he said to himself. The stick broke, and the opponent only swayed. So, someone damaged the stick before the show! Then why punish him? What did he do? At that moment a helicopter swirled over him. The voice, amplified by a microphone, ordered Samson to board the helicopter. The helicopter landed on the roof of a skyscraper. His coach ran up to him and tried with words to influence his ward hockey player.
   'Samson, it's all right!' Nobody blames you for anything! Someone wanted to take your place in the national team and made you mad. Plato undermined your club, and then deftly slipped a weak spot. Yes, Plato is a famous hockey player, but his time is in the past. You are our future!
   Samson, slowly pushing with his hands, began to crawl backwards from the edge of the building. And at that moment another bird appeared above him. Her huge black wings threw the coach to the helicopter. Something orange bent over Samson. The red beak grabbed the hockey player by the vest and pulled him away from the edge of the universe. Just a couple of seconds - and the condor in all its glory raised Samson over the roof. A young man soared over a skyscraper, feeling the beauty of the pinkish paws of a bird.
   The Condor had just been released from the cage the day before, a proud bird pulled into the city. He perceived buildings like mountains. People for him were a potential carrion, and there were many. From a man sitting on the edge of the roof, he breathed eternity, his life hung in the balance, he was already carrion, which means he was a potential food. Condor took the helicopter as an opponent and decided to take his food from him, which he did.
  Samson nervously grabbed the rings on the paws of the bird, so as not to escape into free flight between the giant buildings. He had no fear, he passed this feeling, sitting on the edge of the roof. Excitement - that is what owned them in full! He flew! And the coach was left with nothing. Let now coaches hockey player Plato.
   Life was beautiful. Condor felt the grip of the victim, squinted red eyes at the man and flew over the ocean coast. The condor in mind had one place where no one would have prevented him from eating his victim.
   The helicopter circled over the condor.
   But the bird, having folded its wings, practically dove into the golden leaves of the maples. Samson felt the claws unclench, and he let go of the rings on his paws. The young man landed on fallen maple leaves and looked at the strange bird with admiration. The condor sat on the near bench and gazed innocently at the man. They liked each other. Somewhere at the top, the trainer shouted in a megaphone, but nobody cared.
   Samson went to the condor, stroked the black plumage and felt his soul mate in him. It remained to figure out how to live on. For some reason, Samson felt insecure in the condor, as if he were the first day at large.
   The decision came instantly, but it seemed ridiculous. Where to live hockey player with a condor? Of course, on the ice! Samson is used to wearing the weight of a hockey form. The condor weighed no less. He stroked the bird and felt that it was stroked back. Circus on ice! If an outstanding hockey player didn't turn out of him, then he'll get a ice circus artist with live condor wings on his shoulders.
   The Condor spread its three-meter wings, revealing white stripes. The spirit of Samson intercepted by such beauty. We work together, he thought. And the condor hugged him with huge wings in agreement. An interconnection arose between them, still unconscious, tremulous, but it grew and grew stronger every minute. Before he could even dream of speaking with a condor, a huge bird flapped its wings and flew away.
   The trip overseas was short, and now Samson was lying on a rotating bed, which was spinning past a closed panoramic screen. He did not like to switch channels, but he loved to switch people's destinies. Before him sailed mountains and valleys, rivers and waterfalls. He did not like to sit, but he loved lying down looking at the landscapes of the earth. He lay and looked around until something unconscious appeared in his head, which soon turned into a definite thought.
   Above the screen with landscapes began to appear the faces of people who, like the mountains, defined the relief of the village. The task of Samson was a negative-positive entertainment society. He was well aware that people should be given a break to solve personal matters instead of worrying about the common problems of mankind. He put the case so that famous people bought off from him even more popular. They turned their lives inside out on the screens, and this saved them from even greater punishment in life.
   The thought about the planets and people ended in the head with a strange phrase: 'You should not live on the asteroids of the past of Phaeton, you must live on the planet of the present and not think seriously about the planet of the future, Venus'. But he could not help thinking about his Venus, whose name was Rita.
   Stepan Stepanovich and Anna Andreevna were left alone at the dining room table of the sanatorium. Dinner was held in silence. On the street Stepan Stepanovich spoke:
   - Anna Andreevna, did you know that your husband is resting in this sanatorium?
   - How much I live with Anton Sidorovich, I don't know what to expect from him. You know, if it seems to him that he is being followed, he abruptly changes his route. He throws out expensive train and plane tickets, changes time, changes place. I'm not surprised at anything.
   - Yes, but we fell into a foolish position!
   'I didn't notice it.' Anton Sidorovich and Polina have a common job, they have the right to meet. You will not be demoted, - Anna Andreyevna assured.
   - Will hope. I care about why Samson flew overseas and did not register Rita?
   - Capital approach. We because of them went to the exchange of apartments with surcharge, and Samson is now one lives in a two-room apartment. He returned yesterday from another trip.
   - Anna Andreevna, can you change something?
   - Not. The bad thing is that Rita will find another man.
   - Rodion.
   - How do you know? - asked Anna Andreevna.
   - I am sure that they will meet today, using my absence at work for conversations on personal topics.
  - That's all, the circle of betrayal closed again.
   'This is life, not betrayal,' said Stepan Stepanovich sternly.
   Samson was sitting at home and drawing a plan for a two-story mansion. Over the ocean, such mansions were full, but here they were almost never built. He was bored. He mechanically dialed Rita's phone number.
   - Rita, I am guilty before you. You are to blame for me. Come back to me.
   - What is my fault?
   'You were with Rodion today.'
   - I guess. I was with him like a girl thrown by you.
   - I quit, I'll pick it up. I sit and draw a plan of our house, I need your advice. But after Rodion, I do not want to see you, and come back tomorrow or move to me completely. I'll send you helpers.
   - I'll think about it.
   - No need to think, you just have to come back to me. You had a dream called 'Rodion', you got it, now come back without a dream.
   'Samson, I will not live in your new mansion,' Rita said.
   'Why, if this is not a secret of Dandelion?' - asked Samson in surprise.
   - You see, I can not live in private houses, I have a complex of large buildings, I am afraid of summer houses and small houses.
   - Rita, we will put a security alarm system around the perimeter of the house.
   - An apartment in a high-rise building is more suitable for me.
   - So, one question solved. There is a second question: will you give me a daughter?
   - Yes, no question, but in my apartment we will be cramped.
   - Listen, do you have a sister or a brother somewhere?
   - Why do you need them?
   - You see, I got the theory unfolded here: if there were two children in the wife's family, then she will give birth to two children, if three, she will give birth to three, and what are you, one from the mother?
   'You know, I have a cousin Polina.'
   - Very good! So I will have a cousin!
   - I doubt we are not living together.
   - You forgot that I missed your dream - Rodion, and after it you have to wait a month to be sure that my daughter will be mine, and not my cousin.
   'My fiancé is prudent.'
   - In a month you will move to my apartment. No, Rita, I can not wait a month! I missed you! I need you now! Just tell me that you were not with Rodion.
   - I was not with Rodion.
   - And I will believe, although with jealousy I am twisted everything.
   - Live in peace.
   Soon two guys came to Rita's house together with Samson, they took her things and took them away. Her life became more complicated, for the first time all the worries lay on her shoulders. But we must pay tribute to Samson, he brought food and sometimes washed the dishes. They became one family in a new capacity and liked themselves. Samson went up to Rita, lifted her in his arms and carried her to a large bed. Rita thought that Samson was more suitable for her than Rodion, but escaped and ran away. Samson did not calm down on this.
   At work, Rita and Rodion were now talking only about work, as if nothing had ever happened between them. Stepan Stepanovich arrived from the sanatorium, and everything fell into place.
   Sometimes Rita looked thoughtfully at Rodion, that's all, and then she looked at the small mirror on the shelf above the work table. She again madly wanted an amber hoop on his head. She shook her reddish mane hair and hung her head over the next development.
   Rita remembered her cousin Polina on her head! The phone rang:
   - Rita, be a friend, I want to grow hair! Spring, you know! Give me the money, you are rich now.
   - How did you decide that?
   - Your husband is rich Buratino, and I just lack five gold.
   - Polina, I don't understand something?
   - An interesting movie that I forgot in the dacha backwater? And then the capital, you left - I arrived at your place.
   - I have no money.
   - What do I open my soul to you if you have no money? Greedy become? Cousin money left? - Polina was indignant.
  - Ask your man.
   - Are you kidding me? I now have a relationship without financial mutual injections and official papers.
   - I do not have money.
   Rita remembered how Polina once again got a job with them.
   - Rita, I and your future husband should know each other, - said Polina.
   Samson came out, said hello.
   'Samson, take me to your job,' Polina asked all of a sudden. - I am among you like a poor relative.
   Samson looked at the appearance of the strange sister of his bride, found between them the similarity and difference. Polina was shorter.
   - Polina, who would you like to work with?
   - And what do you think?
   - Rita told me almost nothing about you, go into the room, talk.
   'That's why I didn't say about her that Polina didn't study anywhere, she had a lot of laziness in her studies, but she's been out of management, yes, it's obvious that she was pretty tired of this work with trips.
   - Polina, I am in a difficult situation, we have a scientific and technical company, I can arrange you in accounting, if you relearn, nothing more comes to mind. Can you drive a car? - asked Samson.
   - I can not.
   - So I can answer you: I can take with the subsequent training.
   - Here you are! - Polina said and went to the door.
   Rita followed her with one goal - to close the door.
   'Good-bye, Rita,' said Polina, closing the door behind her.
   Polina came out and burst into tears. She has a lot of ambitions, but not much ability to work ...
   'You have a beautiful sister,' said Samson.
   - I didn't take it to work.
   - Where can you tell? You are not very friendly sisters.
   - Samson, change the subject, she will understand her own affairs, she has her own incomprehensible abilities.
   - Visible.
   Polina at work in the economic service took Samson's father, Anton Sidorovich. How would they go on a business trip together? And so on for the service.
  
   The spring sun has powerful energy that licked snow with its tongue rather quickly, exposing asphalt, earth and flowers. It turned out that there are many different types of snowdrops, or they are just early flowers, and they will soon be ready to bloom to the eyes of the hungry people in the color gamut of nature. Anna Andreevna looked out the window, and then at herself in the mirror and was pleased with her image, she grew old slowly and beautifully.
   Anton Sidorovich was always proud of the appearance of his spouse, but they didn't succeed in one hundred percent loyalty, and they didn't blame each other: they lived in a beautiful couple, resting from each other by mutual agreement. Amazingly, but a fact: they always addressed each other very sympathetically, without uttering reproaches and edifications. They behaved with each other very tactfully, affably and discreetly.
   And spring did not make adjustments to their relationship formed by a long life. Cleanliness in the apartment and in the country has always been not intrusive, but natural. They kept the housekeeper coming, she washed the surfaces, cleaned and left. They themselves did not throw things around, and everything was good for them. The rear of the director of the company was very reliable. He behaved with restraint with employees: he did not scold, did not praise, paid well for the work. The perfect person, except for some personal secrets. So, nothing special.
   Once Anton Sidorovich was immensely poor, he worked in a mine, but he was lucky. And he worked in the mine in order to write in the questionnaire that he was a worker. For miners in remote times, additional places existed in the training institute.
   Mine, where Anton worked, was located next to the old mine, in which someone hid a barrel, but not with honey, but with amber. There was a feeling that this amber was torn off from the wall, in one word, amber, 'second-hand'. Anton in the mine compartment with a jackhammer touched the barrel. Through the ore under the light of a lantern located on a mining helmet, amber splashes flashed. He stopped, looked around, there was no one around. It remained to bring the barrel to the surface without prying eyes.
   Upstairs a girl named Anna was on duty, she gave out miners lanterns and other accessories for descending underground. Anton agreed with her that the barrel with amber would be raised together. They raised the barrel to the surface of the earth.
  And what is amber after iron ore? The fluff. Hid the amber barrel. Anna and Anton became friends, both went to college and graduated from them. Anton quickly found ways to market and process amber. He made unique long beads that looked like decorations from the time of Cleopatra. Divinely. Anton Sidorovich created a small company, then a large company, there were also smarter tasks, but the beginning of his success was this: from an amber barrel.
   ... Sydor, a junior lieutenant of the Soviet army, sat indoors and tore off amber from the panels of the amber room. The walls, which were disassembled into panels, that is, into component parts, stood one after another. He was assisted by several privates. They were guarded by people in black uniform. The junior lieutenant understood that he had only a little time left to live, he would live while he was extracting amber.
   At one time he saw this amber room. And now he sat and spoiled the masterpiece of world architecture. Amber was placed in a barrel. At the bottom of the barrel, he put a note with his name that he filled it with amber. This note was discovered by Anton Sidorovich when he was dragging amber from a barrel and packing it in smaller containers. He decided that he was the son of Junior Lieutenant Sidor ...
   Rita heard this story from Samson and was terribly surprised that her dream passed along with the story of the creation of his family.
   'Samson, why didn't your parents tell anyone about your find?'
   - They did not believe in impunity. People were the first to fear. And, having found what other people were looking for all over the world, they preferred silence. I watched all the movies on tv about the amber room.
   - Is there still amber left?
   - It is unlikely, there is a family legend.
   - According to the principle 'was there a boy'? It is a pity that everything disappeared, they did not leave me on the amber tiara.
   - Again, you're talking about a tiara! I will buy you amber, it is not that expensive, so that my whole life I am tormented by simple desire.
   - The tiara should be openwork, of pure gold, and amber is inserted into it.
   - Doable. Do you need a tiara now or will you wait?
   - Still it is necessary to draw.
   - Mom will cope with this task, talk to her. This topic is better than your connection to Rodion.
   - Again, you are for fish money. We work with him, and that's it.
  
  
   Chapter 5
   Anna Andreevna decided to make repairs in the apartment. She herself removed the wallpaper and found a strange place in the wall: the sound from him was empty, and the wallpaper in this place could hardly be torn off. Under the wallpaper, she found a thin plate, under the plate was a niche in which lay four milk bags.
   Liter cartons were filled with amber. She was spinning a package with painted blue leaves in her hand, amber stones gleaming inside the package. She took out one amber and found that one of its sides was uneven, as if there was glue on it, then it was torn off with something. She put the bag on the table before the arrival of her husband.
   Anton Sidorovich, noticing the package with amber, all twisted:
   - Anna, why did you get the package from the cache?
   'So it was a stash of old amber?'
   - Yantar itself is an old piece of resin.
   - But this is used amber.
   - I will say more, but not now.
   - Oh, so this is the amber that ripped your father Sydor into the war from the amber room panels?
   - Remembered? Yes it is.
   - Give to the museum?
   - Not.
   - It is clear, but the historical value of world values is more expensive than beads from it.
   - Probably, everything is as you say, but such advertising may be anti-advertising until the end of life! We are overwhelmed by events, and our children will also get it. Anna, keep quiet about the find, I beg you, not a word to anyone! Forget it all again!
   Anna Andreevna called her son:
   - Samson, come home! There is a legacy from your grandfather Sidor! I am waiting. But you have to come at the moment when your father is still at work.
  - Mom, you ask riddles. I'll come before lunch.
   Samson looked at amber, listened to the version of the mother on this subject and said:
   'Yantar is too serious an accusation against my grandfather and father to be true.'
   - What we are going to do? - Anxious mother asked.
   'Put it where you took it, and mourn stronger.'
   - It's a pity to wall so much good in the wall.
   - It's a pity - so take yourself, tea, a legacy from my grandfather or all that is left of him. Rita dreams of a tiara from amber, and here a whole liter of this good, I would take. But what will father say to this?
   - I thought you would give it to me, and you are ready to make a gift for your sweetheart!
   - Mom, so I will take the gifts of our wall?
   - Take, I will sleep better.
   Samson asked Rita to stay at work after his father left.
   - What else came up? She asked with annoyance.
   - There is amber for your diadem, a lot of amber.
   - Great, but where to get a lot of gold?
   - At the father.
   - It is clear, and he can say that you have amber?
   - Speak, anyway find out.
   - We are going to collect?
   - 'Triangle' is called such a collection.
   - No, we have a polyhedron.
   Anna Andreevna could not stand the secret and told her grandmother on the street about her find in the wall. The women are different, one reported to the police, the second ran to the museum, they set it up on all sides. Anna Andreevna did not have time to rejoice, as people arrived and took away amber for examination. Any amber ends.
   Anton Sidorovich asked the experts:
   - Where amber was taken? Do not know? I will find out.
   Quickly enough, the director found out where the amber was taken for examination, he himself carried amber from this series. A jeep, two guards, a pair of machine guns - and he drove out to meet the low-speed car of those who were carrying amber for examination. They were not so much transported as they divided it among themselves, but the car of these people was known to him.
   During the sharing of amber near the car stopped Anton Sidorovich jeep. He stayed in the car, his guards with a sudden attack without a drop of blood produced liter packets of amber. He again held amber in his hands, the smooth stones pleasantly warmed his palms. He decided not to give amber to anyone in memory of the mine and so that it was.
  
   Rita remained with nothing, but heard that her dream remained in the director's safe. All the other participants in this story worried and forgot, or thought so silently. She decided to take the amber in her hands, but she didn't have a reason for going to the director, except through Samson. Still, he is a son, and she is not quite a stranger.
   Rita reminded Samson of her dream, which had disappeared in his father's safe.
   - Rita, let's buy some amber beads and make you a tiara, stop torturing me.
   - Basically I want historical stones, without history they have a small price.
   - I will ask my father on occasion, do not rush.
   'I'm waiting, my dear, but for now the marital debt in the safe will lie down,' and Rita went to the room where she fell asleep on the sofa.
   Once in a hairdressing salon, Polina heard a woman talking about amber found in milk bags in a wall. She decided that Rita should know the continuation of this story.
   - Rita, have you begun to make walls made of amber? - Polina asked slyly by phone.
   - Polina, hello, where does this news come from?
   - From the hair salon. I heard a story from a nearby chair while I was cut.
   - Fast news without newspapers spread, we must hurry.
   - Where, sister, was going to hurry?
   - I want this particular amber.
   - And who doubted! Since childhood you have been delirious with amber, but you have not bought a single stone! I and that is pendant and earrings! Buy yourself amber and calm down.
   - I will calm down, but not everything is done so quickly. I want an amber tiara.
  - Everything, your "want" in my liver, bye ...
   Rita at work discussed the latest news with Rodion. He said nothing in reply, and then simply turned away to his workplace. Rita was almost not offended and went to work.
   Anton Sidorovich, looking at the strange dialogue on the TV screen, said nothing.
   Samson did not say anything:
   - Rita, the father wants to talk to you in person. Waiting for you tonight at home.
   - Will you go with me?
   - No, you will go alone.
   Anton Sidorovich was at home alone.
   - Hi, Rita! Come for an amber dream?
   - Will you show me my dream?
   - You know the price? We are going to the Sea Country with you. We can do without a translator. Let's go tomorrow on a business trip.
   - They will not let me go.
   - Consider that all released.
   In the morning, Rita slowly descended the stairs of her porch, someone was slowing the elevator. She walked with a small traveling bag. From above, quick steps were heard that were catching up with her. She stopped, turned her head: her eyes met the eyes of a man wearing a jacket from a builders firm. He held in his hand three pieces of metal pipes of different lengths.
   The sweat went through the body. Rita pretended not to be frightened, and quickly walked to the front door of the entrance. The man followed. She stopped abruptly and turned her head once more. He lowered the three pipes down. She pressed the button for the front door, but the door did not open. She pressed the black button of the lock again, and the door opened. The man caught up with the woman. Together they came out of the doorway.
   Fear has big eyes.
   An Anton Sidorovich's car was standing next to the entrance, his chauffeur stretched across the chair, pressed the back door button. Rita opened the back door, sat on the seat, next put a small hiking bag. The car started off and drove smoothly past the house. A man with pipes went the other way.
   - Hello, Rita, - Anton Sidorovich purred.
   - Good morning, Anton Sidorovich! And you have not forgotten that I am the girl of your son?
   - My dear, I am aware of the family life of his son. I know you sleep well in the room alone. Moreover, I know that you and Rodion had a date in the hotel, but you are a sexy sloth: you disappeared from the hotel. You left the handsome Rodion with his interest in the same underwear.
   - I'm a lioness, not a sloth.
   - It already sounds better. You hear, she is a lioness with us, - Anton Sidorovich addressed to the driver.
   - Sounds beautiful. When to come for you?
   - I'll call.
   Then we drove and were silent. Behind the window glimpsed a forest landscape or new-model country houses. The car stopped at a two-story mansion. Metal doors silently moved apart in two directions. The car drove into the yard. Rita noticed an elderly woman and two men on the porch with a look of security guards.
   The car stopped. Rita and Anton Sidorovich got out.
   - Mistress, welcome guests, we have come for a long time!
   - Anton Sidorovich, we are always waiting for you! Everything is ready with us.
   'Fine, show the guest room, her name is Rita.'
   Rita entered a room with a round bed in the center of the room. The room was square, but in the corners were rounded cabinets for various purposes. She liked temporary housing. She sat in a chair by the window, looked around the room once more, noticed a hidden door, found a bath behind her, and so on.
   Next to the chair was a coffee table, on it was a computer in the form of a book - a laptop. She understood everything, except that she did not understand anything! Why was she brought to this cottage? Rita started and looked up: a round panel of amber hung above the bed, small lamps were placed around him - this is interesting.
   Anton Sidorovich entered the room, his appearance aroused involuntary respect. A noble face was framed by a small gray hair, laid in a beautiful male hairstyle. For the first time, Rita looked at a potential father-in-law as a man, and he liked the young woman.
   - Rita, I hope you will be fine here! And now they will bring you a job.
   Two men entered the room and brought in two beautiful cardboard boxes.
   - Yes, this is work for you. Here is amber, since you like it. Look at the pebbles, plan the rectangular panels for this room. This cottage is for sale. You will live here for a while until you come up with the whole design.
   - Will you leave, Anton Sidorovich?
  - Oddly enough, no. I have a deal here. And what you think of will be used for serial panels with artificial amber.
   - It is clear, Mr. Director. Will the panels bring me?
   - They are here, you did not notice them. There are three of them.
   - I thought it was part of the design of the room.
   - Future design.
   - Would invite a real designer.
   - I need a true lover of amber, and this is you, my dear.
   - But I am not your dear.
   - This is a matter of time. And yet, in your computer there is a program with a set of openwork for panels. The ornament will be made of gold or with its sputtering. Choose patterns for panels under amber. Did you want an amber tiara?
   - I did not tell you about it.
   - All conversations worthy of my ears come to me.
   As it turned out, painstaking work with amber was not for Rita, after a couple of days she approached Anton Sidorovich and refused meaningless work.
   - And what about the dream?
   - I didn't change my mind about dreaming about an amber tiara ...
  
   Inimitable Samson offered her yesterday to drink champagne. One shot in honor of the new life! Sweet imported champagne spilled in small bubbles in her body, Margarita drank a drink for a sip, a whole crystal glass!
   Oh, true bliss over agitated nerves! Then another half a glass, a piece of chocolate with nuts - and in my head, as in an empty barrel, peace and tranquility! She calmed down. The storm in honor of the new life woke up at night. Lightning flashed outside the window, thunder rumbled, champagne bubbles sizzled in my head. She, a coward, closed the windows tightly, pulled a blanket over her head and fell asleep.
   The man of her dreams, Samson, does not belong to her, Margarita beside him only occasionally passes. Her man is Plato, but he left her. Everything is very simple. A pretty woman came into his office. She has a sweet figurine, she turned out to be so appetizing for the mount, because Plato is a horse by horoscope.
   Jeans her tight, her chest hesitates from breathing, he fell in love. Margarita began to despise and often began to express unpleasant words on any occasion when communicating with her. That woman has not been at work for a month and a half, and they have managed to officially divorce because of her during this time! They say that she jumped off a horse and broke her sexy leg. Margaret just won't understand which horse she jumped from? With Samson, a lover of neckties with heads of horses, or with a horse?
   Margarita, by her grace, is now a single and free woman, one might say. Therefore, yesterday I drank champagne, washed down the bitterness of defeat. Now she is alone, no one loves her, and she lies in a cast: if she hadn't climbed over to Margarita's husband, maybe she wouldn't break her leg. The fact that Margarita loved her husband Plato, she realized two weeks after the divorce, and the divorce itself seemed something unreal, awareness of reality came later. The worst thing was that it took four days from complete family harmony to filing a petition for divorce! So little, so monstrously unjust!
  
   Rita opened the mail in the web and read a letter from Samson, the words in them were still those. 'You don't deserve me!' She repeated again and again his words from the letter. He wrote such harsh words! Rita took a deep breath and pressed the pedal of the car presented to her by the cafe owner. The car rushed off the bat.
   "It is in the quarry," she repeated mentally, stopping at the old quarry and getting out of the car. She puzzled around the neighborhood. People were nowhere to be seen. Green longing enveloped Rita in waves that rolled on her with bouts of the hardest state of doom. She shuddered, looked down at her feet, and recoiled from the edge of the quarry. 'The precipice is not for me,' she suddenly thought, straightening up like a spring. 'A break for him.'
  Gravel rustled underfoot. Rita dragged to the abyss. The soil from under the feet went. She desperately wanted to live. 'I want to live!' The soul screamed, but no one heard it. She fell and froze. The movement of gravel stopped. There was a faint hope of salvation. With her eyes she was looking for any ledge to cling to, so as not to move into this very quarry
   'You do not deserve me!' - Margarita has come to mind. Let her not deserve it, live to yourself and live. She began to crawl slowly, as if someone prompted gestures. Gravel pricked the body. My fingers hurt. She was afraid to make a mistake and fall into the abyss, even if not very deep, but caustic and hopeless, like the situation itself.
   The car stood apart from the gravel, on a frozen piece of concrete, and beckoned with its comfort. Gravel ceased to crumble. Hands felt old concrete. Margarita knelt, then rose to her feet. She looked at her skinned appearance, got into the car, took a letter printed on the printer.
   'To come on Wednesday to me! I still need to find you a replacement! So sit one to the grave, and do not bother me! You don't deserve me at all! Don't slow me down! 'Samson wrote. Margarita reread all the words twice and grinned.
   On the letter came the blood of the wounded fingers on the gravel. The insult has passed. The emptiness of indifference appeared in the heart, and the tattered clothes soothed. She survived, and this is more important than words. She will pass this hell of loneliness. She pulled back slightly in her car, then turned and stopped.
   In front of the car was a young man in a jacket the color of sand, with an old backpack on his shoulder and in high rubber boots. He smiled exhaustedly. Margarita became frightened, but she said the phrase: 'Two deaths cannot happen, but one cannot escape,' after these words, she opened the door to a stranger.
   The man carefully put the backpack in the back seat and then sat down next to her. He carried the smell of fire, sweat, dirty clothes. 'Yes, it's time to wash the car, and it's only such dirty men who ask for a ride,' she thought.
   'I'm up to the city,' said the young man, 'how many will you take?'
   'Life,' Margarita blurted out gloomily.
   - Not funny. Why so expensive? Then I will walk on foot.
   - I have a joke like that. I'll take it. You are poor, I will be your sponsor for one trip.
   - I'm not poor.
   - Look who's Talking.
   - What's wrong with you? You are covered in blood!
   - It was. I stumbled. Fell. Blood.
   - I believe. I will pay. Here, take it, - said the man and showed his palm. A small piece of gold flashed in the palm of his hand.
   - Where did you get it from?
   - This quarry was once profitable, even gravel was brought to build here, but then the quarry was abandoned.
   - Gold - and abandoned? Here the capital is near, and here is such a quarry with gold, and not a single person is near! How so?
   - I watched a program on TV about this career. He himself did not believe that near the city gold is mined in this clay. After all, you almost went into the quarry! There is slippery clay, and the gravel on top imported. Spring. Only the snow has gone, so you have suffered.
   'Why didn't you save me?'
   - I saw that you will creep out, and I have already rolled on clay here, and I am well acquainted with gravel.
   - Did you get much gold?
   - Not. There is practically no gold here.
   - And what you gave me?
   - Consider it a nugget.
   - You do not mind?
   - Girl, you will save me if you drive home! Believe me - it's worth it. In this form, driving around the city is dangerous.
   - Why did you go here?
   - Romance wanted, but no longer want.
   - Do you have a wife?
   - God spared.
   - And my friend threw me officially, one might say, on the Web.
   - And because of this you almost died today?
   - Yes.
   - Come to me! I'm not angry! I am kind! And I bought gold from a local gold miner. Fuck I'm here a fire and I know that I do not smell the best way.
  - Then I will come to you. I'm curious, how do you live?
   - I have an apartment in an old two-story house in the capital's lane. The house belonged to an elderly woman, I saw it myself when I was small. She had one room then. All furnaces in the house are lined with tiles, the house has long been designed for demolition. We have been promised to be demolished for a quarter of a century, and we all live in this house. The house is wooden, and you yourself will see it, - and named the address.
   'I know this alley, really an old alley, historic, one might say.'
   - It would be better if it was not historical, then I would have a new apartment with conveniences, and so I have to go to the bathhouse or wash in the basin.
   - I will give you a lift to your house, but I will not come to you, you scared me.
   She stopped the car at the old two-story house. From the bakery located in this house, there was a delicious smell that interrupted the smell of the fire. A man with a backpack entered the porch, as if he had disappeared in a wooden cave, so it seemed to Margarita. She got out of the car, went into the bakery, and when she left the store, she saw the same young man, not with a backpack, but with a sports bag from which a birch broom looked out. He smiled.
   - In the bath ride?
   - Sit down.
   She took the man to the bathhouse, and went home herself. At home, she healed her wounds, lay down in the bath, washed off the smell of others. Wet hair spun in a towel. The bell rang unexpectedly loud.
   - Margarita, I'm already clean! Take me out of the bath.
   - And I'm clean, but with wet hair. I will dry - I will come for you. Where did you get my phone number? How did you know my name?
   'You had a pile of your business cards in your car.'
   - I'll take it away. And who are you?
   - Person.
  
   Rita drove up to the bath. An unknown man stood on the porch of the bathhouse, but she noticed a familiar bag in his hand. Now he was twice known. A slender man with a perfect haircut, with a clean face, in jeans and a cowboy shirt was unusually attractive ...
   They talked.
   - Fairy tales are good, but reality scares. Can reality be turned into a fairy tale? - he asked.
   - If you read the paragraph about the country's budget, you are horrified by the pessimism of those who make it up. That is, the country is on an inclined plane from success to failure. A strange thing: there are more beautiful houses, roads, cars. But all this passes by and few people have time to rejoice, - she replied.
   - So what is not in our boundless country? He asked again.
   - The general goal of creation! A person must be necessary to society and then to himself, his loved ones. The head of the county is losing his budget shirt and trying to distribute the budget as a supplement to the pension, and the question itself is: what to do next? Moreover, the money has gone somewhere in the country, they are nowhere to be found! If everyone does not have money, then this is question number one, - Margarita replied.
   - Where do the money flow? Who and where to put them? Where is the limit? Why in the country are taught non-production specialties? Where are the manufacturers themselves?
   - There used to be heroes of labor, and now heroes of militants. You can't get far with this luggage. And everything is simple! You should love your country and think about the fact that smart people live in it! And smart people have to make products and get paid for it. But the country was distributed to private shops, and private shops easily capitulate to life. And even worse - the boundless north of the country provided only one rich man, who divided this wealth into two parts during divorce. Absurd! But this is a vivid example of where the money disappears from the treasury.
   - What to say about the capital?
   - The capital is a tangle of illegal and legal money. They removed the casino, but they still did not experience happiness. Any person can lose money and overseas, remarked Margarita.
   - Why look into someone else's pocket? Nonsense? Perhaps, but where is the country and the normal concern for the citizens of the district? What do citizens lack?
   - Of course, money! - exclaimed Margarita.
   - And where to get them?
   - Earn! And where to earn - that is the question! Who would have thought about this! Where are the ideas for which you can build the whole country and make them make a profit with their work, 'Margarita replied and stopped the car. She was no longer disturbed by the stupidity of a man.
  - Listen, world news is screaming in pain for those killed in the international conflict. Yes, elegant lands with a subtropical climate require very good protection. But I understood where the wind was blowing from the bullets.
   - Do you have copper in your bullets? That's it, - said Margarita.
   - The initiator of the war was a woman 008, she incited a high-ranking spouse. Everything was sewn with prickles of white roses 003. It was 008 that did not have a spouse in the country when hostilities began. But who cares? The whole world community approached this issue from the other side.
   - You're right.
   - Life is beautiful when you can easily connect your thoughts with a real person. Thanks you! - said the fellow traveler and left.
   Polina asked the nun to explain how to make a person stop drinking. The nun was in a good mood, but from such a request she changed her face:
   - This is a very difficult question, to answer it you need to know a lot. There is a spiritual realm. For a man who drinks, it is not a god who is responsible, but a demon. Are you ready to pray a thousand times to God that he take the demon man to himself? Do you understand what you want !? It is very difficult to take a person from a demon and bring him back under the authority of God! For this you need to become a saint! Are you ready to become holy? Are you ready to pray and repent of sins to the priest? But after a day you can no longer be holy!
   Polina looked at the nun with eyes of complete incomprehension. She did not understand anything in the complex science of worship.
   - Easter is coming soon, at this time the path to God is the shortest for a person, you can turn to God with your request. But. The fact is that on Easter days it is better to ask the god of health for yourself personally, and not for others. This is the only opportunity in the year to ask for yourself!
   By the simplicity of his soul, the next day, Polina told Samson that on Easter days, you can ask God for health for a whole year. Samson went berserk:
   'Where have you been listening to Pentecostal ?!' This is their ideology.
   Polina Matveyevna was taken aback:
   - I was so nun said.
   - So nuns can not speak! Where and in what temple does it serve ?!
   Further conversation did not make sense.
   'Great,' thought Polina, and left, leaving Samson to do her business by phone. He was the owner of his own company and was always in touch. The charm of a completely different man fell in her eyes, but remained in her heart, he was such a captivating man Stepan Stepanovich, - Polina finished her thought and remembered Zinaida, Stepan's first wife. She began to drink it periodically.
   Polina again caught Sergey Stepanovich's thoughts, he spoke on the phone, and his eyes looked after the departing woman, but he knew perfectly well that he could not approach her, all communication with this woman depended only on her. He put the phone to the right of the hand, finished a glass of wine, but did not move from the spot. Stepan Stepanovich was just used to the idea that his mistress had changed, as he was told that his hotel was being demolished. It interferes with city authorities. The hotel is not a wooden hut not transported to another location. Tonya did not find a common language with the leaders of the city. Stepan Stepanovich decided to talk with Polina.
   She didn't even react to such news:
   - Stepan Stepanovich, everything is fine, it is necessary to make the payment to the right people, and they will no longer disturb the nonsense.
   - You think so? And where will you get the money?
   - Where they always took, there we take. Rita will not know about this, let the ships build with her ex.
   - Polina, you know everything.
   - On that stand, Stepan.
   The street was surprisingly deserted and could not interfere in the spring dismantling of desires. Polina and Stepan Stepanovich continued to talk in the rays of the setting sun, on the shore of a pond, still covered with snow.
   - Polina, with regard to the marriage duty of my wife, so she literally paid me off. My wife bought me a whole house on wheels so that I would not disturb her noble body. Moreover, she approved you as her substitute in the sexual field, and you replaced me with another! Do not go! - continued outraged Stepan Stepanovich.
  - How would I know who I am chatting with on the site? - poorly defending, said Polina.
   - It is necessary to know that intimate relationships for some categories of citizens are most important, as it is laid by nature. This right of men is very often violated, especially in the army. Southern people, whose life is shorter, leave the best years in the army. You see, they spend two sexy, strong years away from women! And then they think why there are not enough children. Men in the army are doubly aggressive, they flourish, and they are not allowed to reach the girls.
   'Stepan, I am frozen, and I cannot solve army problems,' said Polina, and went to the side of her house.
   - So you are not asked to love the whole company, I ask you to be my woman! What is so hard to satisfy one man ?! - Stepan Stepanovich continued to lead his line.
   - If you need a woman, find her among those for whom sexual relations are a professional duty !! - cried Polina Matveevna and ran to her porch.
   Stepan's strong hand lifted Polina above the ground, it would not be a shame to show such support on the ice to the skaters.
   - My dear, you will go to your house only with me! - concluded Stepan Stepanovich in his arms Polina Matveevna.
   She, wrapped in a man, babbled:
   - Come to me, just put me down on the ground.
   - Another thing! Immediately to visit invited. I am aware that you live alone, - Stepan Stepanovich approached approvingly, dropping the victim to the ground.
   - Are you not a maniac? Maybe you are a serial criminal! Although that changes for me, - Polina was talking to herself, accompanied by Stepan.
   'Polina, life is beautiful and amazing, and I am good and nice,' Stepan Stepanovich praised himself, closing the door behind Polina's apartment behind him.
  
  
   Chapter 6
   On the way there was a man in shabby jeans and a red cowboy jacket with a plastic bag in his hand. His strong hand was drawn by weight. 'What weight can lie in the package?' Thought the girl following him. The man's hand dropped even lower and rose sharply. On the road fell a bundle in which something flashed. The man stopped. The girl also stopped, slightly hitting the man and hardly recognizing in him a certain Stepan Stepanovich, his former colleague.
   'Come on in, Margarita,' Stepan Stepanovich recognized her. - There is nothing interesting for you.
   - Stepan Stepanovich, do you carry golden weights? - Margarita asked with a sneer.
   - None of your business! Go your way.
   Margarita looked at the man. She wondered what he was carrying?
   - I have a sturdy bag. I can give it to you so that you carry your weight, 'Margarita said in an edifying tone.
   - I do not need your bag! - hysterically shouted Stepan Stepanovich.
   - Why shout? I give the bag! Exclaimed the insistent girl, holding out an empty bag sewn from fabric.
   Stepan Stepanovich mechanically took the bag. He picked up the bundle from the ground and casually shoved this bundle into the bag offered by Margarita. His hand pulled under the weight of the object. Bag began to pop at the seams.
   - Hey, Margarita! Take your gift! He breaks!
   Margarita looked around, went over and took her torn bag. Stepan Stepanovich with two hands held the bundle in front of him.
   - Go your way! Do not look at me! He shouted to her.
   - Why are you so angry? She asked.
   - Okay, I will. Don't get rid of you otherwise! Today, I went around the old house of my father, who will soon be demolished, and found a homemade gold bar! You will not believe, but this is an ingot of my father, so he is mine!
   - Hello, Stepan Stepanovich, you did not steal it, but found a gold bar in your ancestral home. Rejoice, and I went.
   - No, Margarita, do not go! I'm alone with this piece of gold. I was afraid to call a taxi, because any taxi driver, like a psychologist, quickly finds out that I am carrying a gold bar. You've learned everything, and he would know.
   - Clear. Come to me. My house is near. I recently moved to this area.
   - We go to you. My house is still far away, - the man cheated. - Margarita, I will rest for a while, talk to you, and you call the car over the phone. I will try not to talk to the taxi driver.
   'I saw our neighbor drive a car.' Let her take you!
   Speaking, they approached the house of Margarita, climbed her landing. They sat in the kitchen for a while, drank tea. Margarita could not stand the secret and asked to show her the ingot. She had never seen homemade gold bars. The ingot surprised her. Maybe it was a bar of gold, but more like a small bar, and amber surrounded it along the contour. Yantari got so into gold that it was difficult to separate them. Very ingot resembled cookies with raisins.
  - Wow treasure! Stepan Stepanovich, why did you decide that this treasure is an ingot of your father or grandfather? It was necessary to type amber into an ingot! Yes, how beautiful it turned out! The ingot is very similar to a gingerbread, which is smeared with an egg, but they did not spare the raisins inside. No, this bar is older than your grandfather! Where did you find it?
   'I told you that my father's old house was demolished.' And the father is long gone, and the house is often empty. And then they suddenly announced that the house was being demolished. I went to my house where I was born. When I was little, I climbed the whole floor. Back in childhood, I played 'secrets' with neighbors' girls. They buried fragments of glass or dishes in the ground, and then they were searched for, gently throwing the earth from the "secret." I laid the newspapers on the floor, lay down on them and began to inspect the lower part of the room from the height of my childhood. Under the crust of the brain, I had a picture of a child's 'secret'. I then smashed a wall covered with plaster, and in one place of the wall I discovered a golden object. I liked to touch it with my fingers. I remembered! It was under the bed of my parents, and then I had an iron mesh bed above my head. I spun on the floor, found the place where the bed was. Then I took the old poker, which lay at the stove, and began to beat the wall. Not long searched. Under the poker flashed a golden flash. Then I began to hand off the plaster, only occasionally using a poker. From the wall fell a gold bar with amber, wrapped in a rag of burlap.
   - Stepan Stepanovich, it seems that you are telling me the truth. So this is really your treasure, and I like it.
   Margarita turned the bar in her hands and said:
   - This is not an ingot of gold, but rather an iron plated with gold. Probably, the bar is removed from some object. It is possible that this is a leg of a cabinet or a weight from a watch.
   - Still say that it is an arrow from a clock.
   - Why not?!
   - Do not let me enjoy! I thought I would become rich. No, a clever woman has deprived a peasant of an ingot of gold!
   - Do not be offended. Your package has broken. This is a cast iron, covered with gold!
   'I made a poor man completely,' a big man was offended.
   Margarita rang the doorbell of the next apartment. A young man came out of the apartment:
   - Girl, you to whom? Really to me? Margarita is you?
   - I, Plato, your new neighbor. It is necessary to take a man home. I saw that in this apartment there lives a woman who has a golden car.
   - This is my mom's car. But she is not at home now. She does not work as a taxi driver.
   - Sorry, I'll call a taxi.
   'That's right, call a taxi if the man himself cannot do it,' the young man answered ironically.
   The girl abruptly turned to her door, but somehow with all her being she felt that the young man was looking at her back.
   She turned sharply toward him.
   - Goodbye, Plato!
   'Just until the next date, Margaret,' the neighbor said gently.
   Margarita went to her apartment and asked a sad man:
   - Stepan Stepanovich, will you take a taxi? Do you want me to take you?
   - No, I do not need to accompany me. I have no more gold. Keep this gilded cast iron bar with amber! Shouted Stepan Stepanovich, but took the cast-iron pig with him as a memory of his childhood.
   With a neighbor on the landing, Margarita rose several times in an elevator. They met. Once he went to her apartment and made her a formal offer.
   'Plato, we have little acquaintance,' replied Margarita. - Isn't it too early for us to marry?
   'I was not married, I had no children, I can marry,' he answered calmly.
   'A marvelous excuse for a marriage proposal,' she remarked without emotion.
   - Wait, Margarita! I'll call my mother now! - shouted Plato and disappeared behind the door.
  
   Soon Plato appeared in the doorway with a pretty woman, introducing her to Inessa Evgenievna.
   Plato carefully looked at Margarita and said more insistently:
   - Margarita, let's get married!
   - Today? - Margarita laughed.
   - Immediately, until someone else showed up!
   - Margarita, your apartment is simply gorgeous, - grinned Inessa Evgenievna, looking around the room.
   - It is possible that I still have not as beautiful as I would like. Wait, someone came to you.
   Margarita knocked on the door, but did not ring.
   Plato opened the door:
  - Rodion, how did you guess that I was waiting for you in this apartment?
   - I heard your voice through the slightly opened door. I already heard that you have a new neighbor. It was not difficult to guess that you did not miss it.
   - Friend, you came on time! I woo a neighbor for myself, but you do not beat her!
   'Am I so bad to have a bride taken away from a friend?' I know how you handle knives.
   - Right, Margarita is not his wife yet, but she is very similar to my bride.
   - So her Margarita is called? It will be nice to extend the acquaintance.
   Margaret and Plato really soon modestly signed. He was always in a hurry, as if he was afraid of being late. Soon he began to pester the young wife with the question:
   - Margarita, when will we have a baby?
   She looked at him in surprise, not understanding when they would have made a child? It so happened that they soon quarreled, but quickly reconciled.
   Rita looked at Plato and thought that it was a pity that she had grown old so quickly. Nowhere would he have left her if she had the car and the money he would spend. But the strange feeling of disgust, which occurs when a person begins to move away, overcome much more difficult than the presence of money. If a person is near, he is his own, and if he moves away, he becomes a stranger, and a malicious disgust appears. Horror.
   It is very difficult to live with a man, he actually becomes the former, the worst thing of all - a stranger man, and the abyss appears huge.
   For a while, he still attracts memories of pleasant minutes to himself, but after a while in his head everything pleasant turns over to memories only of unpleasant moments from living together. And he himself, having offended her with words, forever leaves them in his memory, and these words serve as a dark obstacle to any kind of communication.
   Apparently, the limit of communication has come. Did Plato find a replacement for Rita? She does not know. So she no longer wants to remember the last love. At the moment of attraction, which was between them seven years ago, love lines were wonderfully written, now this state of mind is completely absent. Outside the window darkens, the sky turns blue, the snow remains white. So they at one time were the same color, and then the evening of relations came.
  
   Rita, having thrown a bag over her shoulder, was walking along snow streams, afraid to step into loose snowdrifts. She stubbornly approached the sports complex through the woods instead of walking on dry asphalt. The fact is that the dry asphalt was guarded by an eternal flock of stray dogs living in the side of a two-story brick garage. She wrote to the city authorities about this flock of dogs, but the authorities are driving along this road in cars and stray dogs do not frighten them. In the sports complex, Rita was known, but it did not bother her.
   She was amazed by the women in the sauna, their behavior was unpredictable: they were modest, then frankly naked, and even smeared with creams. This sight is not for everyone, and sometimes it is better to turn your eyes away from them towards the stones, heated by an unknown than, but to such an extent that the gold and silver chains stuck with burning pain into the body. And then the concert began: the ladies tried to throw off the red-hot gold, and then they tried to find it. To do this, they ripped off the boards of benches and threw their hands into the darkness to find lost gold and silver under the benches.
   Several classes Rita engaged in aerobics in the water. This is for the walruses who are sitting in the water with belts and follow the orders of a man who shows them exercises on land. I must say, he does it very sexy, dressed in panties, a vest and a scarf on his head. Women of all ages simply die in the water from the happiness of seeing his exercises, trying to reproduce them in the water. Rita was busy until she froze completely; she looked at the goosebumps on the skin of a nearby woman and left the pool.
   You can go to the gym with old equipment, but here no one commands and you can do what you want. Not far from Rita, a man with pumped calves put on a wide belt, then hung up a pancake for a barbell and, weighted, began to pull himself up. Rita flashed the thought that he was able to pick up a woman heavier than himself. It is such a blatant woman in the cream is in the sauna, with protruding nipples. Here is where you can introduce people! But Rita is busy, she silently overpowers the simulator for the simulator.
  So, Plato bought a new bike. And Rita had a feeling that he had a new romantic relationship. But with whom? She had to compare the facts of the general biography and some other moments that seemed to be happening alongside her on purpose.
   So, a slender woman Lena passed by Rita the day before yesterday, and she felt the prickly vibes of her rival, but she would have just stopped by and talked just recently. It felt like a prick to Rita. Plato with this slim woman once lived and worked. But fluid spikes could not yet be proof.
   Yesterday, Rita went to her house and went to the neighbors who were sitting on the bench. She stood next to them, so she could see the entrance to the entrance, where a slender woman lived. Twenty minutes later, as this slender woman rode up on a bicycle.
   What more proof is needed? After all, Plato got a job, which is located next to the work of this slim woman. Their bikes are now standing side by side in the same bicycle parking lot.
   Rita shared her thoughts with her neighbors. A very sad and thin woman, who was sitting on a bench on the right, suddenly blossomed and said:
   - Rita, and you are jealous of Plato for this woman! She is younger than you!
   - No, I'm not jealous, just conducted an analysis of events. I told you this not for a slim woman's husband, but for my thoughts. They have a cycling relationship.
   The sad and thin woman Zinaida has her own story. She was a magnificent and cheerful woman. But five years ago, she suddenly lost weight so that the neighbors were afraid to approach her. So far everyone has not understood that she has diabetes and that she punctually performs all the prescription of the doctor. Strangely, next to her, chubby grandmothers often sit on the bench, who, due to diabetes, only gained more weight. Rita grandmothers respect, she always finds out how their business and health, and at the same time watching the situation in the yard.
   Here the shrub bloomed with white flowers, the ground is loosened, all the flowers on the lawn are well-groomed - this is the work of a bone woman. She has one metal bone in her leg. People in such cases sit at home, lie, and she resembled with a crutch, and now again she looks after the flower garden on a voluntary basis.
  
   On June 25, there was an unprecedented heat in the local cool climate. The sun beat in the morning, they agreed to go to the beach. They put on bathing suits, took a blanket, which they presented to the wedding. Margarita - a modest man, poured boiled water into a small plastic bottle. He went from home earlier to buy water for himself. She stood for a long time at the bus stop, finally, he left the pavilion, in his hands he held some kind of water and two very cool ice creams. He bought it for himself ... Well, they drove by, she was not offended, but became thoughtful.
   The bus stops near the park, they got off. He ate the first ice cream. They were met by a princess in a ball gown of extraordinary beauty, followed by a guy in a light suit. Margarita still guessed that this morning after the prom. Gone another five meters.
   The trees in the park in recent years have become large, on a small site with magnificent tiles as asphalt stood the bust of the marshal. In the center of the site there was a beautiful flower bed, there were four benches. On the benches in different poses sat yesterday's graduates in elegant, but slightly worn clothes. They all almost drained liquid from various bottles. And Margarita's husband was eating ice cream. They passed the morning nativity scene graduates.
   The fountain cascade was covered with the remnants of yesterday's luxury, apparently, all the paths of graduates ended in this lovely park. Some of the girls walked on the water in the fountain, lifting the skirt. Some of the young men sat on the parapet and drank or smoked. Among the young people, there were also those who began to take off the top of their clothes and sunbathe under the morning sun.
   Closer to the river, graduates walked, as they say about the drawing, half of the species, half the section. They walked half-naked, you can not specify, but you can note the wonderful dresses of graduates and excellent suits graduates, in general, they were somewhat overworked. On the beach, the picture was just unique.
   The heat was growing, the alcohol was calling in the river. Graduates in dresses, without removing their royal attire, found themselves in the water. The remaining graduates sat on the shore in large, disheveled groups.
  Margaret with Plato spread out their wedding cover. We went to sunbathe. She took with her a bottle from under the blue liquid with which she washed the windows, she poured water into her and sprayed flowers, and now she poured water into her and poured over herself so that it would not be excruciatingly hot. So, Margarita is lying on the beach, spraying herself with water, watching the behavior of graduates.
   Plato also watched the graduates, the girls are slightly under a degree, young, beautiful, and everyone around her is walking, though with her young people, but one does not interfere with the other. I must say that on the beach, Plato lay undressed far from the first time in his life. The first time Margarita pulled him onto the beach, but it turned out that the last one. He ate the second ice cream, drank his water, she drank his water. Here it is, family equality! Neither he nor she into the river, swarming with people, did not go, but after three hours they left the beach.
   Graduates by this time began to leave the beach, park, fountain.
   Margarita could not understand anything, but it was on this day that he became angry with her evil. Probably a graduate knocked him out of the saddle of family life. His wife became disgusted with him. He walked across the room in front of her and said:
   - Buy a new car, I'm not taking you on it!
   - Why? - she was genuinely surprised.
   - Because you do nothing for her!
   Margarita's eyes were round with surprise:
   - Why am I not doing anything?
   - You do not save money on a new car!
   Margarita was surprised even more, because she gets more money than he, and she is to blame? All right, the wife looks, and the husband collects things!
   Plato walked around the apartment and collected his things! Razor forgot. In parting, he said that he would not return here anymore! So much for the day after someone else's graduation! He went to his mother, Inessa Evgenievna. Margarita thought he was joking. Calls him in a day. For a long time no one came up to the phone, the caller ID always works for them. Then his mother took the phone and said that he was in the bath. He did not call back, but after a day on the Internet offered her a divorce!
   And such love was on the night of someone else's graduation! Or maybe he handed her a dissertation on love? The love report, the test, did you want to get from Margarita, that he has everything at the highest level with the theory and practice of love? He actually loved the aerobatics, she even asked him where he had learned, and he replied that he was watching TV at night.
  
   Jokes jokes, but love was what we needed! And in general, in a short time of marriage, he turned from a timid boy into a self-confident man. He was modest, inept, became an ace-lover! And everything ended once and for all, after that day at the beach they did not say ten words, they divorced and then silently. Margarita will not understand what is the matter? Or he had a graduation from family life, passed the last exam of love and got his freedom. But it is not easy for her. Or anyway? Not.
   The main reproach of the former husband of Plato: she did not buy him a new car. It was necessary to correct. At one time, she taught the rules of the road as if life depended on them, well taught. Twenty questions out of twenty answered.
   But in practice, driving things were worse, it was relatively easy to go with an instructor, but it was painful to remember the switching speeds. Therefore, you need to buy an expensive autopilot machine. And she didn't have enough money for such a car. She still got the rights, and without surcharge. And she wanted a small, scarlet car to drive everywhere and not stand at the bus stop when her old car is under repair.
   And where is the money to take? She remembered about her father, about his huge pension by village standards, she went to the village. The father keeps the apiary and holds the pension. Margarita talked with her father, she made a whine about life, he gave her money for a couple of wheels, everything is better than nothing.
   She began to visit the sites where they sell cars, looked at the prices, to cars. Before the dream was still far away, it was necessary to inject other people's money. Margarita said about his problem to Samson, he very kindly reacted to her dream of a red car. Gave money, which she lacked. She bought a scarlet car, a new, purely female, on autopilot.
   - Hello!
   - Hello!
   - I missed you.
   - It can not be.
   - It's true.
  - Plato, you traded me for plastic windows! Who among women gives you more money, with that you live, even if it is your own mother! She put the windows in the apartment, and you sent me to hell! - exclaimed in the hearts of Margaret - What are you silent? Bought a plastic doll in a store? You won't live with your mom out the windows, will you?
  
   Plato easily changed his views on all the foundations of life and for a long time did not get angry at Margarita. Once he brought her six chairs as a gift. She was genuinely surprised by the gift: there was nowhere to put one chair in a small apartment, and he brought as many as six chairs!
   Yes, she has a small apartment, and she wanted to make her beautiful! Instead, all her free time was spent on cooking for Plato when he lived with her. And he brought a catalog of antique furniture. She considered him for a long time and vaguely felt an incomprehensible alarm in her soul. She really liked the magazine, and especially the furniture from this magazine. She wanted to live among this furniture! Yes, where to get it? And most importantly, what money?
   Minute museum weakness to gold monograms inevitably turned into a vital need. Margarita always lived among rectangular houses or rectangular furniture, simple to primitive. It turned out that up to the twentieth century they created furniture that pleases the eyes of at least a small part of society, and then everything disappeared and moved into museums. She so wanted something gold and with monograms! Because of this need, she always had a vague desire to visit the last century, and she went to museums. Where else to find the remains of a luxurious life?
  
   Margarita bought a golden paint, put it in front of her eyes, thinking that this way she would quickly figure out how to use it. And in her soul she was empty to despair and a headache: the new nobly bent chair had two legs constantly stepping forward. And where did they go? And it was made in such a way that it was possible to hide treasures in his seat.
   Where to get them? Hidden treasures. And there is nothing in the head, except for this very headache, and when she sits in this chair, then thoughts function better. In the old chair the thoughts are old or empty in the head and desires are asleep. No desire.
   Margarita touched the upholstery with her hand. She had the idea to sell this chair and his brothers for big money. Yesterday she was brought in an antique furniture shop with a tailwind, and she saw prices for very old furniture. She liked the prices, and at her house, there were six chairs with a curved profile, covered with silk.
   She took a jar of gold paint in her hands, shaken up liquid gold, thought for a second and wrapped silk with plastic wrap, then covered the tree of chairs with gold paint from a spray bottle. She admired her work and decisively dialed a phone number:
   - Plato, be a man, do you have chambers of heat and cold in your company for testing? In the camera chair fit?
   - Margarita, what did you think up on my head?
   - Am I asking you for money? Not. I ask you to take a new chair, warm it and freeze it ten times - that's it.
   - Clear. You see, my dear, do this with icons, but not with chairs!
   - My dear, I can not draw icons! I painted the chair with gold paint, only the linseed oil I do not have to cover it.
   'Okay, take a chair, warm it up, freeze it.' But the claims on his appearance will not accept.
   - Thank you, and take six chairs?
   - My joy, we have a solid company! I can justify one chair, referring to the fact that I glue it, but six chairs ...
   - Take one chair, glue it. The chair actually front legs from the hind legs are constantly moving forward. I already glued them.
   - Margarita, I hear a normal speech! I glue the chair and test the glue line in the wood.
   - Plato, thank you! You are a real man!
  
  
   Chapter 7
   Plato brought a chair to the test bench. The stand worker agreed to help test the glue line in the chair. She really liked the chair, and she fully understood Plato's desire to glue it high-quality. A couple of days later, Plato returned the chair to Margaret. She oyknula and happily twisted a chair on one leg.
  - Margarita, what are you happy for? You can sit on a chair, but the upholstery has somewhat shrunk, the tree itself has slightly cracked, the top layer of the coating has generally become in small cracks, we must now re-paint it.
   - Plato, on this chair, glorious thoughts are born in my head, thank you!
   - You know best. I did what you asked. Sit on a chair and thoughts. I have a lot of work today, I brought you a chair. Everything, I left. Until.
   - Happily, dear! - Margarita broke into a joyful smile, closing the door for Plato. She went to the chair, took it and carried it to the neighbor.
   A neighbor, an elderly, pleasant woman, met her calmly. Margarita made her request:
   - Inessa Evgenievna, help, please! I got one old chair from my grandmother. I wanted to throw him out, but I liked his bend so much that my hand did not rise.
   - Of course, Margarita, I will help you. But what? Clean it with the skin?
   - What are you, in any case! You hand it over to your antique shop, just don't touch it. I myself take him to the store.
   - Margarita, I have never sold anything like this. Will I be able to sell your inheritance?
   - Inessa Evgenievna, Grandma told me that she got this chair from her grandmother, she was standing in her closet.
   - It is evident that the chair is old, forgot to throw it in time, - grinned Inessa Evgenievna, but her eyes flashed slyly.
   'Okay, don't sell it, I just wanted to show you my grandmother's inheritance.'
   'Margarita, I think you were joking about an antique shop.'
   'Sorry for the trouble,' said Margaret, and with her back, carrying a chair, left the apartment of Plato's mother.
   At home she turned over a chair, tore off a yellowed label, once again examined the chair, put it in a corner. Then she took five chairs out of the room and without chairs went to the store on a new car.
   - Something you are interested in us? - asked the ubiquitous seller Rodion, by the way, a friend of her husband Plato.
   'I liked you yesterday, but the furniture today,' Margarita replied, smiling coquettishly at the seller.
   'I am not usually noticed among antiques and furniture,' the young man replied gloomily.
   'What are you doing tonight?' She asked the young man.
   - To you I go. I understood correctly? - asked the seller, grinning. - The working day in half an hour is over. Only my visit to your husband Plato may not please.
   - Can I look like while around the store, and then we will go to me?
   'Go, see, this is not forbidden,' Rodion suggested politely.
   Margarita went around the trading halls twice, then left the shop and got into the car. She thought longingly that she was doing stupid things. She wanted to go far away from the store, but the seller Rodion appeared on the porch.
   'Come here,' Margarita called, opening the car door.
   'Women haven't taken me in a car yet,' he said, looking at the car.
   - Times change, I have long been driving.
   - What will we do with you? I understand you want to evaluate your antiques!
   - We are already familiar, and I have never had antiques. My furniture is modern.
   - A good answer, but I thought that you are luring me into the house as an appraiser of old furniture.
   At the entrance Margarita collided with Inessa Evgenievna. The elderly lady smiled and looked inquiringly into Rodion's eyes, but said nothing.
   Rodion went into the apartment and exclaimed:
   - I'm right, you brought me to evaluate this chair, - he went to the chair. - And what a good chair! Frankly, not bad! - Rodion laughed happily, his eyes flashed so slyly that Margarita was surprised.
   'You are perceptive,' said Margarita with some internal irritation, she thought that the scam had not justified herself.
   - Sell your antiques? - asked Rodion, pointedly shaking his head.
   - No, he is dear to me, as a memory.
   - Everyone says and sells it, but buyers buy this memory. Tell you the price of this chair? - and he called the price.
   - So little?
   - You see, because of the chair you brought me! A little stool is worth it because without a legend and pulls for the last century.
   - Is it true?
   - Didn't you know that the chair of the eighteenth - nineteenth century?
   - No, in fact, I brought it from my grandmother's pantry. I liked his profile, curved legs and backs. Since childhood, I remember this chair. I sat on it when my grandmother came to drink tea with cherry jam. We never had a jam at home, - Margherita lied about herself with enthusiasm and believed her words.
   - With what sadness you speak and so beautiful. It would be better to remember the history of the chair before the jam with tea, or remember what the grandmother was talking about her grandmother.
   - I do not remember, I was not interested.
  - Then more expensive not to sell. I'll leave now, you will bring the chair yourself, and we will sell it. That's all the love - on one chair. I say no offense, you are not the first client in my work, which takes me to the assessment of antiques under the pretext of interest.
   Rodion is gone. Margarita sat on the sofa, looked at the chair again and laughed:
   - Well this is necessary! XVIII century!
   She called Plato:
   - Plato, thanks for the chairs of the eighteenth century!
   - Margarita, how did you find out that they are of the eighteenth century?
   - Your friend Rodion said.
   - Are you in trouble, my joy? I bought chairs, and you sell them?
   - It happened. Chairs are actually from the eighteenth century headset?
   - And you remember where I work! I now work in a private furniture factory. We produce custom-made furniture in small batches. Once we were asked to make a set of eighteen chairs, similar to the chairs of the eighteenth century. I traveled to museums. In the museum of the great writer found this chair. We completed the order for this chair, and the customer paid for twelve chairs. I bought six chairs at a price with a big discount and gave you one.
   - Now, thanks. Do you know that I can sell one chair as an eighteenth-century antique? You better tell me where is the museum in which you sketched a chair?
   - I missed you. I will come and tell you everything.
   'Come now,' said Margarita and hung up the phone.
   Margarita hid the chair that was tested on the stand. She distributed five chairs around the apartment so that their number was not immediately determined. I looked at myself in the mirror and decided that it was not necessary to be more beautiful, and went to the kitchen to cook dinner for my beloved man. Children have not yet appeared. Plato wanted children, delirious continuation of his kind. Margarita reproaches on this topic could not stand. She got used to his gifts. They arranged it.
   Plato was a flexible man, easy-going. The weight on his body was so evenly distributed that it seemed just perfect, that Margarita was very impressed. He knew and felt the tree in any of its manifestations, but as far as technology was concerned, he had a complete failure. He knew how to drive a car, but without particular ease, although he had the right to drive. In general, he was all an echo of past centuries. Last time, he again sang with love for Margarita. She tried to wriggle out of his annoying love, but the more she sent him out, the more insistently he became.
   If Plato loved Margarita, which of them loved more? Unclear. She could have gone to football with him, but he was not sick of the players. And Margarita even had a company scarf. He is not a football fan, but an insolent young husband, so Platon Margarita liked him.
   In the evening they were at the night disco. The music thundered, the color music spun and sent impulses to the crowd of dancing people. Margarita danced so that everyone gradually jumped aside from her. She is almost a real dancer, and it is interesting to look at her. Plato stopped and looked at her dance, everything stopped after him, and Margarita danced alone.
   She was inspired by the dance! Nicely! Margarita was in the center of attention of the public, in the center of the color setting of the dance field, in the center of the music. Plato approached her after the dance, and they went outside. The weather is cool. Zero or zero degrees. And they are two zero.
   But now is not about that.
   Margarita remembered something similar while she put the fish drenched in mayonnaise in the oven. Plato loved mashed potatoes with butter and milk, which she did. On the eve he brought a grid of potatoes, a grid of beets and all the other vegetables. She opened the door to her supplier and went back to the kitchen. He himself knew what to do with vegetables. There was no eccentricity in him, but there was thoroughness, there was no love rush in him, but he loved his soul.
   Margarita was satisfied with home love without any special requirements.
   - Margarita, I see all the chairs in place.
   'Plato, but where are they to go, they are all here,' she said, taking off her apron, staying in a dress that fitted the figure.
   - How are you good at the dress! And then you go in trousers, as if you are not a woman!
   - I put on a dress for you.
   - And even if it is so, all one is pleasant, my male eye pleases. Want to know where I sketched the chair? We can go there together if you take a car. This is an old manor house, a museum of the writer.
   - Oh, Plato, that's why I think well in this chair!
   - Satisfied, therefore, and that nice.
   After some time, Plato threw Margarita for reasons unknown to her and returned to her mother, apparently, her apartment was larger.
   - Hello! - exclaimed Plato, having met on the landing Margarita. - I missed you.
   'It can't be,' said Margarita without emotion.
   - It's true.
  'Tin!' Thought Margaret and went on; she had no money to buy Plato. She imagined how he bought a doll in the store. And she sang mentally: "Sex-top, sex-top, sex-top, sex-top."
   Plato after his next departure from Margarita really moved to live with his mother. Since the apartments were located on the same landing, the neighbors noticed the appearance of Stepan Stepanovich in Margarita's apartment. But Inessa Evgenievna for the sake of preserving her appearance with a muscle on her face did not flinch. And Stepan Stepanovich at the meeting calmly shook Plato's huge hand.
  
   - People! - I wanted to shout to Inessa Evgenievna when she was alone in a large and empty apartment. When a woman is at home alone, she does not need a servant, she drags a lazy state. She was engaged in this, this, then she was really sick of it. In a word - no one at home, it was necessary for her to invent such a lazy day off for herself!
   Inessa Evgenievna, director of an antique shop, was resting from people and vanity. She pulled out a hoop and began to twist it around her waist. She has wonderful nails. The gorgeous mane of thick hair adorns her head, which she washed twice a week, and her hair lay beautifully in her hair and did not become greasy. God did not hurt her. Sometimes she considered herself too thin. And such a woman with huge gray eyes and a pretty face sat at home on her own initiative and suffered from idleness, she had created!
   Therefore, Inessa Evgenievna was quite happy with the return of her son Plato from a neighboring apartment, with whom she became better off. His money went into the general pocket of a family of two people, he would not give money to his wife if he lived at home.
  
   Margarita felt a lack of money since Plato left her, but she could not ask for money from him; so I went to a scam with a chair, and the chair really came from the eighteenth century, one might say, a respectable copy of the chair of a famous writer!
   'So much for the legend,' thought Margarita. 'And you don't need to invent anything, it's actually a copy of the chair of the great writer of the eighteenth century!' It is only necessary for some writer to cling to this writer, like butter on bread. ' She slowly walked around the home library, found one book by a great writer, read a biography.
   Everything was going well: they and the writer lived almost together by the standards of a huge country. So what could a grandma say about her grandmother? It was necessary to come up with. Margarita plunged into the book of the writer, the former owner of this chair.
   The customer of the eighteenth century chairs was the same seller from an antique shop. His name was Rodion. In the store, one customer forgot a booklet with photos of the writer's manor. Rodion one stool on the booklet really liked. He ordered it from the company Stepan Stepanovich, and Plato went to the estate and took the size from the original. Another Rodion was heard that there are test benches on which it is possible to carry out the process of aging products, including furniture. He wanted to buy a car with a large luggage compartment for transporting furniture.
  
   The director of the antique furniture salon at that time was Inessa Evgenievna, it was she who let Rodion know about the stands that were in the Plato company. Rodion repented that he had ordered the chairs, she scolded him and praised him, so together they bought twelve chairs and put them in the warehouse. Six chairs went a little different way in the house of Margarita.
   Inessa Evgenievna immediately realized that Margarita had gone the right way by aging the chairs, then they themselves with Rodion coped with twelve chairs. Before Inessa Evgenievna lay the schedule of her personal aging, his familiar psychic made up: what was, what would be in terms of the expected diseases. And that is very similar. Inessa Evgenevna did not deviate from the curve of her old age. It turns out that life is like a gladiolus, the buds open at the bottom and gradually approach the top of the flower.
   Gladioli are small, with a small number of flowers, and there are pedigree, well, very large. Each flower means something, whatever it stands for, and the meaning is the same: more flowers mean a longer life. Inessa Evgenievna claimed a great life, that is, a great gladiolus.
  She did not have any bad habits, and this immediately gave a significant weight gain to her age. Inessa Evgenievna, a woman by nature imperious, to her son obeyed half-word. She experienced the first crisis of old age, her skeletal system began to go out of submission. She re-read all the articles about foot diseases, she liked the most about one article about how to keep calcium in the body, and she quit drinking coffee, she decided that she complied with all the recommendations of the article and the calcium would be normal. She bought a package of calcium from 20 pills, drank a fourth of the pills, washed down with water and turned off.
   Sleeping, she began cleaning the apartment. Sometimes she felt pain, but she stubbornly moved, because it was not for nothing that older women go to cleaners or help their apartments to clean up their advanced children! Oddly enough, but this is precisely the people's secret of female vitality.
   For luck or misfortune, Stepan Stepanovich came to Margarita to speak out. He looked at Margarita, who was reading a book and completely forgotten about him, collected the dishes from the table after dinner and began to wash it. "That's all the love," he thought, spraying foam into the plates and washing the foam from their sides with water.
   Plato went home from work, thought, and rang the doorbell, one might say, out of habit. The door was opened by Stepan Stepanovich in an apron; the foam on his hands indicated his domestic work in the apartment of his former wife, that Plato was well acquainted.
   'Hi,' said Plato. - Margarita at home?
   - Where else would she be? He reads a book, - answered Stepan Stepanovich, completely blocking the way to the apartment.
   'I habitually pressed the bell, I'm going home,' said Plato and began to open the next door with a key.
   Margarita did not suffer from the problems of older age, she lay and read a book of the eighteenth century writer, who during his lifetime had a chair of the eighteenth century. She tried to find something in common between her ancestors and the great writer of the past with all the cells of her gray matter of the brain, until she succeeded.
   Suddenly Margarita felt that the lines of the book go into darkness. She looked up from the book, looked at the source of light, but instead of a floor lamp from the sofa she found a huge figure of Stepan Stepanovich.
   - Noticed, finally, that I'm here! Margarita, I came to you, not to the dishes.
   - Sorry, Stepan Stepanovich! I forgot about you, read out, a thing of the past.
   Stepan Stepanovich slowly knelt, laid his huge head on her chest, slightly moving his hair over the dress, like a giant cat. The young woman could not stand it and stroked the big head of the man. He slowly began to rise, and with the extraordinary agility of a leopard, he jumped over her and found himself lying on the other side of the dress.
   Margarita turned to Stepan Stepanovich. He squeezed her dress from all sides with his huge hands. She drowned in the arms of a man, continuing to hold a book in one hand.
   - Yes, throw out this book! - in the hearts exclaimed Stepan Stepanovich.
   Margarita opened her fingers. The book fell out of her hand. With her free hand, she hugged the man.
   'That's better,' he grumbled, unwittingly freeing her knees from the home dress.
   - Stepan Stepanovich, maybe not?
   - What more! We are adults. The husband left you. And here you are lying in front of me, slightly covered with a dress, all curved in profile, you show your bare legs, and then you say: 'Don't, Stepan Stepanovich.'
   Margarita realized that no one would hear her objections, and leaned back. She arched like a cat. Farewell eyes met with a floor lamp and turned off the light.
   - Light than you prevented? Or do you not like me? - asked Stepan Stepanovich and with a confident movement he unzipped the dress.
  
   The woman sat down and pulled off her dress, her legs were in the hands of a man. She could not get up, but she thought that she herself looked like a chair with arms outstretched, as if they were the back of a chair with a cover from a dress. Finally, the dress fell to the floor.
  Immediately, the powerful, powerful hands clung to the modest upper strip with two projections and slightly twitched the little thing. She sat down again, depicting a chair, and took off her clothes. The hands of the man, satisfied to the disgrace, took in their hands the upper, sensitive protrusions on her body, squeezed, then gently and gently began to conduct a local massage of sensitive areas of the body, freed from tissue.
   At some point in time it got tired of the hands, and they unceremoniously climbed to their feet. On this road, my hands collided with another thin clothing. Hands nervously tugged on the unfortunate rag. Margarita unscrewed from the last clothes, leaving her in the hands of men.
   Suddenly, a huge mass of body flew over her in a rush of human feelings. And she really wanted to get out of this body weight, but she almost obeyed ...
   'A little more, a little more' - and the two body masses would be united into one, but as if someone from above informed four people about it at once:
   - someone rang the doorbell
   - the phone rang,
   - two cell phones sang on different voices.
   The pair split into two parts.
   Stepan Stepanovich raised his huge body and rushed to a personal cell phone.
   Margarita could not burst into three parts. She began to collect her things in a pile, then went to get a dressing gown, then rushed to the phone, and the cellular phone itself became silent, leaving the caller's number ...
   At the door stood Inessa Evgenievna:
   - Margarita, give me your chair. I will sell it, there is a buyer for an old chair.
   - I thought about selling it, Inessa Evgenievna, I think it is good on him.
   - And who is there on your phone talking? Plato sits at home. And why are you so shaggy, and your face is red, excited ...
   'I will explain to you later,' said Margaret, and the mother-in-law tried to move away from the door.
   - What are you, Margarita, I prevented you?
   - No, I do not sell the chair! The topic is exhausted.
   - Margarita, who are you talking to there ?! - shouted Stepan Stepanovich and leaned out into the hallway.
   - Margarita, you're not alone! - cried Inessa Evgenevna. - And what about my Plato ?!
   - Plato gives you money? So, he lives with you, and I myself.
   - Baba, what kind of disassembly at such a time? - Stepan Stepanovich started to complain about the situation. - What nonsense are you talking about?
   Inessa Evgenievna weakly, but began to think, apparently, on her gladiolus, another flower bloomed:
   'I'm leaving, I'm leaving,' the woman said and abruptly closed the front door.
   Plato sat with two telephones: cellular and ordinary, his eyes were sad-sad. He was very bad.
   'Plato,' said Inessa Evgenievna, who had entered the apartment, and was silent.
   - Mom, Margarita gave you the old chair?
   - She is not up to the chair, I understood the situation in her house. She does not want to sell a chair. Where did you find out about the chair?
   - Margarita gave me a chair to glue, and then we conducted a series of climate tests with this chair at her request.
   - I see, but she told me that she got a chair from her grandmother. Plato, could you put twelve more chairs under this very test that you put on the first chair?
   - Mother, what are you doing? Margarita asked five more chairs to conduct a test cycle, and you are already offering twelve chairs, aren't there many?
   - And everyone wants to live. Hard to help? Do you want me to be the official customer of these very tests above the chairs? Just need to do everything the way it was with Margarita's chair. The chair looks great.
   - Not understood...
   - Have you been in an antique shop for a long time?
   - I do not go there at all.
   - Come in, see what we are selling. Where to find all buyers of antiquary? Here, yourself and invent var-antiquarian.
  - Sorry, did not immediately understand. Okay, spoil your chairs in full. We have all recorded. Does Margarita have any? Did she tell you?
   - No, I didn't see her and didn't hear anything about other men.
   - And it seemed to me that instead of an antique chair, she had a Slavic wardrobe.
   - A cabinet in your oven does not fit? We'd make lockers ...
  
   Margarita seemed to wake up from a dream and attentively looked at Stepan Stepanovich as if she was doused with a cold shower:
   - Stepan Stepanovich, would you go home, well, I do not love you!
   - What are you talking nonsense? Where will I go? I like it here.
   - Why are you stuck to me with a bath sheet? I thought Plato was gone, I'll live alone.
   - Is his mother coming? Beautiful woman!
   - Would you go to her, or something?
   - And I will take and go, suddenly I won't drive it away, - said Stepan Stepanovich, putting on his shirt.
   'Are you omnivorous?' You do not care who and with whom? - Margarita asked, buttoning up the zipper on her robe and putting slippers on her feet.
   - I do not know. Women are afraid of me - or they are afraid that they will not be able to feed.
   - Rather, the last. Got dressed? Happily! - Margarita said, not thinking about the consequences.
   Stepan Stepanovich left the apartment of Margarita, without even thinking about taking offense at her, and decisively called the next apartment.
   The door he opened Plato:
   'Who have you come to?' He asked, puzzled.
   - I came to your mom. I need to talk to her. I did furniture for her store.
   - What are you saying! Only without me, - Plato said and walked out of the open door, but immediately rang the doorbell of Margarita.
   Margarita looked into the peephole, seeing the familiar silhouette of Plato, opened the door.
   - Hi, Plato!
   - Yes, we already saw each other today, it was just a long day.
   - You're right, come in, sit down.
   - You can, but not on the chairs of the eighteenth century.
   - Will you drink tea with lemon? I have a waffle cake.
   - Give me tea, if there is nothing more to give.
   - I want to sleep, it was a difficult day. Do you pour tea yourself? Everything is in the kitchen.
   Plato went to the kitchen, walked around, spun, returned to the room. Margarita was sleeping ...
   In the chair, Plato slept quietly, the uniform breathing of the man did not disturb the general peace of the room. Margaret, waking up, through the remnants of sleep, tried to remember who was sleeping in her room. She felt a second wind.
   Outside the window brightened. She rolled over and saw the ex-husband sleeping in the chair. He was gone for several months, and she managed to wean him, but her loved one's vibes from his loved one again began to disturb his sleepy rest.
   Plato opened his eyes:
   - Hello, Margarita. Woke up? I'm here as your caretaker. More precisely, the guard. I love you from Stepan Stepanovich.
   - Good morning, if you're not kidding. There is still time to sleep, lie down on the bed.
   - You do not run out? You can expect everything from you. I'm tired of living a persecuted husband. I have not yet figured out what Stepan Stepanovich was doing here. Did you sleep with him? Here on this bed?
   - Plato, "that was - that was, and there is nothing, I love, as I loved, you alone ..."
   - Again, the songs passed instead of words! And I will take and lie next to you.
   Margarita was stretched, turned over, covered with a blanket.
  
  
  Chapter 8
   Plato went to the bathroom, made some water, went back and lay down modestly on the edge of the wide bed, then he could not stand it, turned around and ducked under the blanket to his ex-wife.
  They embraced impetuously, passionately and habitually ...
   Stepan Stepanovich went to the apartment to Inessa Evgenievna:
   - Hello, mistress! Do not run out? We are the same world with you Mazan, love the tree.
   - What do you want from me?
   - love.
   - Are you out of your mind? - from indignation at Inessa Evgenievny, the voice became intermittent.
   - Why did I suggest this? I just missed you. We have a stronger relationship with you, which means that love will be stronger.
   Inessa Evgenievna thought about it, remembering that according to her plan there was written in her life, but she could not recall the words of the astrologer. She carefully looked at Stepan Stepanovich:
   - How old are you, young man?
   - I am Stepan Stepanovich, I am many years old, I am a boby. So what are we not a couple? I know more about you than you can imagine. You are older than me, but for seven years, not more, and seven years are never considered ...
   'Are you forty years old?' I'm forty-seven. Like and not an old woman.
   - And who said you're old? Feed me is not necessary today. From you I live in three bus stops. Do not be afraid, I have an apartment.
   - Tell me honestly, can I get rid of you today? - asked Inessa Evgenievna with a dim anxiety in her voice.
   - Hardly. Do not pull me home today, you are cozier. I want female comfort, you know. And I'm tired of living alone.
   - Plato will be back now.
   - Yes, for nothing Plato from such a woman will not leave!
   - But you are right, for the sake of his happiness you can suffer in your house.
   - And thanks for that, I just need a big sofa.
   - I have a huge bed, lie down on it, and I'll lie on the couch.
   In the morning, Inessa Evgenievna woke up, she was uncomfortable sleeping on the sofa under the rug. She sat on the sofa, put her feet in sneakers, straightened her robe, in which she slept because of someone else for her in the apartment. For a moment, it seemed to her that the bear had turned out to be a bear cub, that he had opened its safe and disappeared. She felt a breath of wind and anxiety in her soul. Gaining courage, the woman came out into the hallway.
   The door to the room where Stepan Stepanovich was sleeping was tightly covered. On the coat rack for guests hung his huge jacket. Giant sneakers stood on the floor. The front door glowed with the tranquility of the morning rays of light falling on her from the kitchen. She walked silently along the carpet to the kitchen.
   Stepan Stepanovich sat at the table and looked out the window.
   - Stepan Stepanovich, why don't you sleep?
   - Yesterday the devil himself lured me, and I rushed to you. It's a shame, you know, on the morning head. And I did not drink yesterday. Sorry if you can, I'm leaving now.
   - I won't let you go. What else kind, go to Margarita to knock, call! Better sit here for an hour, so safer.
   - I, too, have a son, he is fourteen years old, I divorced his mother.
   - So you are a normal person. You have everything. What is missing?
   - Female care. I love women's attention, care, home comfort, cleanliness.
   - Everyone likes this, but how can you pay women's attention to your person?
   In the jacket, weighing in the hallway, the cell phone rang.
   Stepan Stepanovich quickly went to the jacket, pulled the phone out of his pocket:
   - Zinaida, hello! Why are you calling early? What? Where is he now? Do not you know?! It's five in the morning! Okay, I'm going home, 'Stepan Stepanovich shouted with pauses into the phone and turned to Inessa Evgenievna, closing the lid of the phone. - Inessa Evgenievna, I have to leave. My son is sitting at the door. He ran away from his mother. And I'm sitting here.
   - Yes, of course, go. Do you have a car? Transport still does not go.
   'I'll run and run down, I don't have a car for some time.
   - I can give you a lift. I myself am very interested in what's with your son.
   Soon, Inessa Evgenievna appeared before the eyes of the astonished Stepan Stepanovich. She was wearing jeans, white sneakers, a turquoise jumper, tied across and not along, as usual, knit sweaters, with car keys and from the apartment, which she quickly put in a small bag, which she immediately hung on her shoulder.
   Stepan Stepanovich woman in the new version liked. They got into Inessa Evgenievna's golden car and drove to his house through the still empty streets of the city.
   The boy sat on a school backpack and slept under the door of his father's apartment. Stepan Stepanovich gently raised him, opened the door, leading a sleepy son. Inessa Evgenievna followed them into the den. The one-room apartment breathed desolation, a slight bloom of dust. Son Stepan Stepanovich put on the couch and went to Inessa Evgenievna.
   'Pasha is sleeping, he does not want to wake up,' Stepan Stepanovich said in a whisper.
   - Let him sleep. Get enough sleep, he will tell everything. You call his mother, let him not worry.
  - Yes, I will not call her for anything! What more! She called me and forgot about everything. She drinks, you know, Inessa Evgenievna.
   - A difficult case, then it is better for him to live with you than with his mother.
   - And I think so. Now he is big, let him decide with whom to live.
   - So I will go, you can handle it.
   'Stay sorry, but the room is one.' We'll sit in the kitchen while he sleeps.
   Inessa Evgenievna walked into the kitchen, ringing with the emptiness of a refrigerator, dust on the stove and men's restlessness.
   - Stepan Stepanovich, from what can you cook? You have nothing!
   'I'll buy everything as soon as the stores open.'
   'You know,' said Inessa Evgenievna, involuntarily repeating Stepan Stepanovich's word. - I do not like to cook in someone else's kitchen. Today is Sunday, I am waiting for you with my son for a late breakfast, at about twelve o'clock.
   - We will certainly come if Pasha does not bother.
   At nine o'clock in the morning, in Inessa Evgenevna's apartment, the doorbell rang, Plato stood on the threshold:
   - Mom, are you okay?
   - Yes, come on in.
   - Where is Stepan Stepanovich? Margarita is sleeping. She has no food in the kitchen. I want to eat.
   - You made it up? Are you smiling? So they made it up. Then we went together to the grocery store, along the way I will tell you where I was today.
   They went to a supermarket, took a cart on wheels and began to walk around the shop in a zigzag, collecting everything in their path and dropping them into the basket.
   - Mom, why do you buy so many products?
   - At twelve, Stepan Stepanovich will come to me with his son, and you come with Margarita. In honor of your reconciliation, I feed everyone a full dinner.
   At twelve o'clock the house of Inessa Evgenievna was ready to receive guests with the help of Plato. First came Margarita, she brought a cake and a bottle of vintage Crimean wine. Five minutes later, Stepan Stepanovich and Pasha appeared. The dramatically increased family sat around the table in chairs made by Stepan Stepanovich's company.
   Breakfast, turning into lunch and dinner, lasted all day. Plato sat with Pasha at the computer. Margarita washed the dishes after a long meal. Inessa Evgenievna with Stepan Stepanovich talked in the living room, sitting in two large armchairs. Between them stood a marble coffee table, on which stood a bowl of fruit. They ate grapes and talked.
   'Today we have a holiday of life with Pasha,' said Stepan Stepanovich, sending a brush with grapes into his mouth and pulling out an empty branch.
   - I am pleased to feed you all lunch. I rarely collect people at home, and I don't have anyone to call myself, 'said Inessa Evgenyevna, tearing one large grape from a large brush and sending it into her mouth with beautiful fingers with an elegant manicure.
   - You have paradise, just paradise, Inessa Evgenievna! - said Stepan Stepanovich, tearing off the next sprig of grapes.
   'Stay with Pasha,' the woman said, and herself was frightened by her own words, but it seemed indecent to take them.
   - And if we agree, what will you do with us? We eat a lot, because we are big men.
   - What will I do? I will go with you for groceries. Teach you to cook. You know how to wash dishes.
   - And where will we all fit?
   - The apartment is three-room. Plato was reconciled with Margarita, he will live with her, and you with me.
   - So let's announce our engagement, did I understand you correctly? And move on to "you"?
   - Do not rush to announce, it will cause antagonistic rumors in our glorious ranks. Let everything be as it comes out.
   At that moment, the front door swung open. On the threshold appeared three men in masks.
   - Attention all! - shouted one man, waving a pistol in the air, - We came to dekulakize the director of an antique shop! Everybody go out into the hallway with their hands up, and let the hostess voluntarily open her safe! She must have money!
   Stepan Stepanovich opened his jaw, then closed it. He watched the people reach into the hallway, driven by the raiders. Inessa Evgenievna went up to the dresser, on which stood a vase with gladioli, as if she wanted to protect herself and the people close to her with flowers.
  Stepan Stepanovich shrank slightly and slowly walked out into the hallway, where he winked at his son, who abruptly threw up his leg and knocked out a gun at the leader of the gang of raiders. Stepan Stepanovich disarmed two men with two hands and twisted their hands so that they screamed in pain.
   A minute later, three masked men were unmasked and held their hands behind their backs. They obsequiously looked into the eyes of Stepan Stepanovich. One of the hijackers was Rodion, who led the robbers to the home of his store manager.
  
   The first civil wife of Stepan Stepanovich called the second civil wife of Stepan Stepanovich and told her:
   - Polina, do you want to send your daughter Inna for the holidays?
   - Really? Where?
   - Darkness, Pasha called me, so they live with their father at the director of an antique shop. And they live like in Christ's bosom.
   - His girlfriend can not feed, poured his daughter!
   - I told you, and you think. The director and your daughter will feed ...
   Polina called Stepan Stepanovich:
   - Stepan Stepanovich, where are you relaxing? Take your daughter to rest for a week.
   - What are you doing? Yes, I just got attached!
   - Pasha took, and you do not take Inna ?!
   - What kind of people do not give a rest! Take your daughter home to me.
   - No, you do not live at home, but at the very director of an antique dealer.
   - Well, bring to our meeting place, I'll be there in an hour.
   An hour later, Stepan Stepanovich stood next to a daughter of about seven and wondered where to go, where to go. Inessa Evgenievna drove past him in a golden car, she stopped next to Stepan Stepanovich and said:
   - Stepan Stepanovich, what is the beauty with you?
   - My daughter, Inna.
   - Name is nice, where is the way to keep? To me?
   - What do you! We are walking. Her mother gave me an hour-long date.
   Inna looked at the beautiful woman in a golden car.
   - Dad, I want to go with this aunt, she has a beautiful car.
   Stepan Stepanovich and Inna got into the car.
   - Stepan Stepanovich, tell me honestly, how many more children do you have?
   - I have only two children, and they do not live with me. These are children of my civil wives.
   'If only two,' she said thoughtfully, 'take your daughter with you for a week, I can't take it anymore.' This is as a reward for saving from robbers.
   - Thank you, Inessa Evgenievna, I will be grateful to you for a century. Her holidays started, she will spend the week at your house.
   Inna flashed through the apartment. She finished the tour around the room, sat in the chair and said:
   - Dad, I really like it here! I agree to live here for a week.
   Pasha came out of the next room. He barely broke away from the next game that Plato had set for him, but he could not leave his father's words unanswered:
   - Inna, are you sure that they will leave you here to live? Is it bold for you?
   - Hello, Pasha! And I will behave so that they want to leave me. Here!
   She got up from the chair and went to Inessa Evgenievna:
   - I will not disturb you, aunt! I will help you. Here!
   - My dear, what can you do to help me? I used to do without assistants, but now I wouldn't refuse to help.
   - I can wash the dust from the furniture, I can wipe the floor, I can wash the dishes.
   - If you are such a hardworking girl, then I will accept your help. Come on, we'll set the table for dinner.
  
   Inna broke into a contented smile. She washed her hands and began to unconditionally fulfill all the commands of Inessa Evgenievna. The girl herself invited everyone to the table, then actually washed all the dishes. The landlady was so surprised at her diligence that, in spite of herself, she suggested that she take a sofa in the guest room. For herself, there was only one sleeping place: one double bed with Stepan Stepanovich ...
   Stepan Stepanovich grinned, but said nothing. He immediately understood that his daughter's visit to a house with three beds. Honestly, he was pleased with the new circumstances in his life. Pasha firmly occupied Plato's room, his sofa, computer, and began to wear his things.
  Inna did not have things with herself, Inessa Evgenievna understood this immediately, so after breakfast she suggested that the girl go to the store, before it opened, they still had time to pack. Inna instantly assessed the situation and dutifully followed her new sponsor. They bought the most necessary things for life in the new conditions during the week. The girl shone with happiness, she gently held the hand of Aunt Inessa and jumped up and down on one leg, then on the other.
  
   Stepan Stepanovich was surprised to see that he liked Inessa Evgenievna as the mother of his children. He was even ready for the most important thing, namely that she should become his woman. They had not yet decided on this step in the presence of Pasha, and the presence of Inna, on the contrary, hastened their decision to be together.
   Inessa Evgenievna caught herself thinking that she was playing in someone else's life, but this life increasingly captured her with her own surprise.
   Inna pretended to be a maid and kept order in the apartment. Her real mother recently worked as an administrator in a hotel. The children fell asleep, silence and darkness enveloped the apartment. Two adults lay motionless on different edges of a large, massive bed with semi-circular backs, so they fell asleep ...
   The children got accustomed to the apartment. Week after week went by, and the four of them still lived. Inessa Evgenievna increasingly forgot about her patronymic, Stepan Stepanovich called her Inessa, children - Aunt Inessa. But there was a big BUT: there was nothing between the adults. They slept under different blankets on the big bed and were afraid to cross the last frontier.
   'I love this Slavic cabinet,' thought Inessa Evgenievna, recalling Stepan Stepanovich, sitting in her office. He stood before her eyes; she really wanted to touch this Slavic cabinet by touch. Every day it became harder for her to keep neutrality.
   'Inessa Evgenievna,' the saleswoman Lena burst into the office. - There, they brought a Slavic wardrobe!
   - What about him? Is he injured? - asked Inessa Evgenievna, continuing to think about Stepan Stepanovich.
   - This is a wardrobe. It is very old, but it is not visible chips.
   - What is the wardrobe, Helen?
   - Come with me, the cabinet in your office will not fit.
   They went outside.
   His Majesty the Slavic wardrobe stood against the background of bushes of blossoming lilac! It was a unique copy of the Slavic cabinet! Two meters wide, two meters high. He was a bit like a sideboard, secretary, wardrobes, but in one bottle.
   A wardrobe made of oak is Inessa Evgenevna immediately identified from the pattern of wood from which the monstrous handsome was made. The whole cupboard was decorated with monograms with great skill and taste. Nearby were four hefty young men in the uniform of builders.
   - Who is the master of the cabinet? - She turned to the workers in overalls.
   'We,' the warriors from the construction site answered in unison. - You see, we are demolishing old houses for new buildings. We went around the house before breaking it, and found this closet, it was closed with old boards and all sorts of trash. The owners of the closet left for a new home, but they could not move the closet. We brought it to you with difficulty. Take the locker, please.
   'To whom I will sell him, he is so big,' began Inessa Evgenievna to beat down the price.
   - We understand, citizen. You do not worry, we do not ask much. Pay us as much as you can, and we'll split the money and share and forget about each other.
   - Well, bring it to the warehouse. Wardrobe still need to be restored.
   - No problem.
   The workers took the money, one of them ended up with a passport, and a cabinet handed over to the store was recorded on it. The worker took the money with a check through the cashier, divided it in front of the cashier into four parts, and they left for their construction site.
  
   Inessa Evgenievna called a furniture restorer, who at the sight of the cabinet was filled to the brim with happiness and set about her favorite restoration work.
   Soon Rodion appeared on the threshold of the director's office.
   'Hello, Inessa Evgenievna,' he said.
   - Rodion, where are you from and where? And without a gun?
   - Inessa Evgenievna, forgive me, please! We were joking. We had wooden pistols, my father made them for the theater. I took three wooden toys. The guys wanted to pin up. We just wanted to joke. We were released from the police due to lack of evidence.
   - I have no words. What do you want from me, citizen Rodion Seledkin?
  - I want to go back to work.
   - You have no conscience! Rob your store manager! But you are a good worker, you can not argue with that. So what are you saying? Is your father a carpenter? Good? And the wardrobe can do?
   - Yes, no questions asked.
   'Forgive you for the sake of your father, just bring him here.'
   'The father is here, he is waiting for me outside the lilac bushes.' Adorable father lilac.
   Joiner Seledkin went into the office, took off his cap, tilted his head in greeting. Inessa Evgenievna and the carpenter found a common language. The carpenter agreed to make another oak cabinet.
   The telephone rang in the office:
   - Inessa Evgenievna, it's me, Margarita. I have an idea how to sell antique chairs.
   'I listen very carefully,' said Inessa Evgenievna sternly.
   - No need to invent anything, everything is invented. You need to write a sign that this chair is from the headset of the great writer of the eighteenth century, and next to hang a photograph of the office of this writer, on which the chair is clearly visible. And that's all ... We'll age the chairs, agree with the duty officer, who carries out the tests on the climate stands.
   Seledkin Jr. entered the office again:
   - Inessa Evgenievna, can I get down to work? Thank you for dad, he likes to do cabinets and loves working with oak.
   - Take action! You know everything yourself. Oak father recently brought.
   Inessa Evgenievna dialed Margarita's phone number:
   - Margarita, there is another intellectual task for you.
   - I listen very carefully.
   'Come to the store for lunch, show you one cupboard.' Do not forget to take a digital camera, take a picture of an oak monster, and then you need to invent a story.
   - I will try to help.
   Then Inessa Evgenievna called Stepan Stepanovich:
   - Stepan Stepanovich, be a man ...
   - What am I, Slavic cabinet? - offended Stepan Stepanovich.
   - By the way, about the Slavic cabinet, I was brought here one cabinet, look today. Very interesting copy.
   - I will come ...
   Near the Slavic wardrobe gathered a few people. The restorer opened the doors and cabinets. Surprisingly, the old oak cupboard inside shone incomprehensible cleanliness. The interior of the cabinet flickered and shimmered from strange light sources. People began to publish exclamations of genuine admiration at the opening of the next door and drawers. The gloomy room of the warehouse flickered and glowed with incomprehensible lighting. The cabinet was empty.
   Inessa Evgenievna phoned Plato:
   - Plato, they brought me an amazing cupboard, it is full of technical mysteries. We are not able to understand what is inside the cabinet, what can shine.
   - Mom, immediately remove everyone from the room and close all the cabinet doors. Immediately! I'm going.
   - Comrades, everyone leave the room immediately! - shouted Inessa Evgenevna in a voice, intermittent from excitement.
   People hurried to the exit, after them all the store customers and all the staff reached out to the lilac bushes. The store is empty. Ten minutes later Plato appeared with a man from the society for the study of incomprehensible phenomena of civilization, of course, it was all the same Rodion Seledkin. They went to the warehouse.
   The oak cabinet glowed in the dark with all its crevices located between the various doors. Plato opened the closet door. Rodion photographed the inside of the cabinet. From the flash in the camera there was a response flash in the cabinet, from which a luminous white cloud flew out and quickly disappeared. There were a lot of luminous substances in the world; friends read a lot about it and knew it. The first luminous substance such as white phosphorus was discovered in the seventeenth century.
   If this is the wardrobe of the former chemist? Plato and Rodion went out into the street, where there was a whole crowd of people focused on creating different assumptions and fictions.
   'Everything is in order,' Plato said, 'but it is better to give the cabinet for examination to a scientific institute, it is a chemical mystery of nature.'
  - Plato, yes, I paid him money! - mother lost her temper in earnest.
   - Mom, give you your money! Here, such a mystery! This!
   The riddle is not a mystery, and various office vehicles began to arrive in the courtyard. Wardrobe with great honors sent for examination. Connoisseurs of the tree moved aside, they wanted one thing: to make another such cabinet, but ordinary, with no light effect, and sell it as a cabinet of the seventeenth century.
   The experts decided: due to the radioactivity of the cabinet, it should be disposed of.
  
   'Bummer,' thought Inessa Evgenievna, and for the return of her money, made everyone who had time to see this amazing cupboard draw it, depict it with dimensions, and with ornaments. She decided to make a new wardrobe.
   'Bummer,' thought Stepan Stepanovich, he immediately realized that the children did not threaten him anymore. He probably lost all his masculine qualities next to this wardrobe. And he decided to check whether it is still true, or just that's all.
   And so, in the evening, when the children were asleep, and there was nothing to do, he extended his huge hand to the dormant body of Inessa Evgenievna. She turned to him, touched her hand to his. And you know, the man decided that the experts had inflated them; he turned out to be a full-fledged man, which his woman can confirm.
   Love took place, what more should a woman want? Everything is. But now there was no rest for the woman, there was no private room. She lived as if in a strange world, in the eternal guests. Everywhere she went, there were people everywhere. She could not sleep without prying eyes and unnecessary questions. For her, it was a long-forgotten past, and with this she paid for Stepan Stepanovich's love.
   Dear man turned out, it would be better if Seledkina took it, if he didn't bring his father to her house, he would come. Inessa Evgenievna continued to amaze the children, at home there was an exceptional order, supported by Inna and Pasha. Stepan Stepanovich regularly bought all the main products with his own money. Pasha cooked well.
   In short, everything in the house itself was done, and the fact that they are wonderful guards, she knew from personal experience of the latest comedy robbery involving Seledkin with wooden pistols and two of his buddies in golf masks. How to get rid of hardworking home conquerors? That is the question of the current life of Inessa Evgenievna, even Stepan Stepanovich stopped worrying about her.
   She took the mail from the box, a huge pile of advertising newspapers, opened the top newspaper and found an advertisement for a new cosmetic procedure. From my former office I called this salon several times and went to a new procedure at the first opportunity. The procedure is still the same. She was rubbed with seaweed, coated with gels, swaddled with plastic stripes, wide bandages, soaked in various formulations, and was massaged for the face. After an hour and a half, she got up, staggering. And only after twelve hours did Inessa Evgenievna feel lightness in her body and complete indifference to the environment. She cooled to Stepan Stepanovich. He felt this and said that for everyone the vacation was over.
  
  
  Chapter 9
   In the evening, the whole family of Stepan Stepanovich went to their places without the help of Inessa Evgenievna, since she fell into silence. She conducted home conquerors, looking out the window. I went into my empty apartment and moved to a new stage in my life. She took a new book, laid her head to the window and began to read. A picture fell out of the book, the photograph was taken of a Slavic cabinet against a lilac background, and Stepan Stepanovich was standing next to the cabinet.
   I wonder when you managed to take a photo and put it in a new book? And then she remembered that she bought books for Inna and bought herself a book. And on a digital camera Margaret took pictures at her request. Slavic cabinet turned out well, and her eyes turned their attention to Stepan Stepanovich, a warm wave of feelings passed through her heart. She sighed, put down the photo, but the pleasure of reading was thoroughly spoiled by the memories.
   Stepan Stepanovich did not find a place for himself, wandered around an empty apartment, like a beast in a cage. His soul was torn to pieces, I wanted to howl, shout from emptiness, from the hopelessness of my existence. Everything seemed silly, unnecessary, boring. The bell rang:
   'Dad, don't be sad,' Inna said quickly and sighed heavily. - I am so glad that you and I were together with Aunt Inessa! I felt so good with you. Thank...
   The daughter herself broke off her confession.
   The phone rang again:
   - Father, thank you! We all lived so well together. Class ... - Pasha braced.
   Son put the phone down without waiting for the words of his father.
   The third time the phone rang:
  - Stepan Stepanovich, I feel bad without you. Sorry, I did not seem to chase you. Maybe what offended you? - Inessa Evgenievna asked quietly and sadly.
   - Inessa Evgenievna, the children just called me, they said that it was cool with you! It's okay
   - So what's up? Come to me. Oh, someone rushes to me! The woman shouted and hung up on the floor.
   Stepan Stepanovich heard that his Inessa Evgenievna was again attacked. He called his son. Both ran to her rescue. The chain reached the news to Inna, and she went to Aunt Inessa.
   Two men broke into Inessa Evgenievna's apartment. As they entered, it remains a mystery. Or did she forget to close the door?
   One man shouted from the doorway:
   - Plato! Where are you? You forgot to take the fishing rods and left them at the entrance!
   - Panged will not catch! Come out and take the fishing rods, and we went! - shouted the second man.
   Inessa Evgenievna looked out into the hallway, and there, really, two men from their house were holding a bundle of fishing rods in their hands.
   - Excuse me, how did you enter the apartment?
   - We came to Plato. He forgot his fishing poles at the entrance. The women saw that he and Margarita were about to go. Things were worn, fishing rods forgotten. We decided to bring fishing rods to it, very good fishing rods. Here and spinning there. We all brought.
   - Thanks you. So Plato went fishing without fishing rods. I'll call him now.
   The men went into the corridor.
   He heard Stepan Stepanovich's voice and his shout through the door:
   - Inessa, are you all right?
   Inessa Evgenievna opened the door, skipping Stepan Stepanovich. On the landing she noticed Pasha, who was climbing on foot. They three went to the apartment. Ten minutes later, Inna appeared. All four laughed and dispersed in their places.
   The second visit of the children to the apartment of Inessa Evgenievna wore a slightly different character, while the first was non-residential. Inna did not clean anything, drew a lot, scattered sheets of paper around the apartment, did not read the book, constantly telephoned her friends, sat in the World Wide Web, not allowing Pasha to go to the computer.
   She left, went to her former girlfriends. At home she said that she was with Inessa Evgenievna, and Inessa said that she was with her mother. Inna, if they tried to scold her, made innocent eyes and continued to behave in the spirit of visit number two. Pasha, too, did not differ zeal. He no longer vacuumed the apartment, did not try to cook food. He simply did not try to please anyone, it was very difficult to find him, and summer was in full swing.
   Stepan Stepanovich did not burn with a special love for Inessa Evgenievna, but scolded her for any reason from the heart. He could scold her for hours. This trinity believed in its impunity and great need in the life of Inessa Evgenievna. The woman did not know what to do in this hellish situation. The young ones did not return from the trip, left for two weeks, and they have not been there for three weeks.
   Trouble from all sides squeezed Inessa Evgenievna. She remembered where the heart and nerves were. "Klin wedge knock out", - thought Inessa Evgenievna and announced the family of Stepan Stepanovich that all the money ran out.
   She stopped giving money for groceries. And Stepan Stepanovich did not buy anything for his money during the second visit. She cut all expenses, bread at home and he ended. Inna the first told Inessa Evgenievna 'farewell' and left. Soon Pasha and Stepan Stepanovich left the house without food.
   Inessa Evgenievna took the press from the mailbox. I read about the pool, which was not very far from it, and went on foot with one bag in my hands.
   Swimming soothed, she noticed in the paddling pool a new hydraulic massage, spun before a powerful stream of water, when she came out after this spin, fell sharply on the tile. After lying down a bit, I got up and went home with another injury from my life.
   On the way, in an inconspicuous kiosk, she bought bread, juice, stuffed food under things - and home. At home, she rubbed a bruise spot on her arm for a long time. After the worried troubles, even the TV did not go to mind, she did not take the book into her hands. She fell asleep.
   The storm raged all night, in the morning the downpour stopped, and in the afternoon the young people arrived and a gift was brought to Inessa Evgenievna. Where they were, she was not particularly told, they said that they had a good rest. Inessa Evgenievna cheered up, but asked to check the gift for radioactivity. Plato, laughing, handed her the device. Indicators were normal.
   Plato could not get rid of the Slavic wardrobe, and his friend Rodion - even more so. They believed in a radioactive glow and did not believe. Most of all they were afraid that the Slavic cabinet had already been destroyed, and they hoped for the non-execution of executive services, and they were right in part. The cabinet was taken to a landfill and dumped in a common pile, recently tamped down with garbage.
  The wardrobe attracted the attention of local ravens. They jointly carried out the wardrobe from the landfill, put it on a country road and admired the wooden giant. One man opened the closet door, there was no glow in the closet, and he didn't know what it was. A wardrobe was generally installed in a shack; it became a whole wall. His numerous doors and drawers delighted the ravens of the landfill.
   In the quality of the wall and found the closet Plato with Rodion. The peasants did not give away the wardrobe for nothing, but for a couple of pieces of paper - they gave it with great joy. The cabinet was pulled out of the shack; it looked shabby.
   Plato said so:
   - Wardrobe, how dirty you are, old, lousy, you might say! - before he could finish speaking his swear words, he disappeared into the Slavic closet.
   Rodion did not believe his eyes: there was a man - and there is no man, and by this minute the men had already gone to buy a green snake for green paper. Rodion opened the largest cabinet door; Plato was not there. He looked behind the closet, but he was not there either. He quickly began to open all the doors and drawers, but he had no friend anywhere.
   There was no glow in the closet either! Rodion measured the radioactivity of the cabinet, the parameters were within the normal range.
   Margarita drove up to the closet in her scarlet car with an automatic transmission:
   - Here you are lost! Seeking you everywhere! Where is Plato? Rodion, I ask you! Where is my beloved husband ?!
   - Margarita, he disappeared in the closet without a trace.
   'Okay, I'll assemble it now,' said Margarita, photographing a wardrobe.
   After the flash of the camera from the closet, like a gin from all the cracks, a single Plato appeared.
   - My dear, you saved me! - Plato rushed to kiss Margarita.
   'You'll curse less,' she answered, dialing Inessa Evgenevna's mobile phone number. - Inessa Evgenievna, it's me, Margarita! I found Plato and the Slavic wardrobe.
   The wardrobe was brought to lilac flowering bushes, unloaded, put on the asphalt. Stepan Stepanovich and Rodion were forbidden to speak to all onlookers to say bad words next to a formidable oak cabinet.
   Rodion woke up with the thought that he should certainly buy a Slavic cabinet for his personal use, then the cabinet would make him a rich businessman. He only regretted that it was not he who gave the two green pieces of paper to the ravens, but Plato, and the cabinet moved to the store, and Inessa Evgenievna the cabinet would become so expensive. After his prophetic sleep, Rodion came to the conclusion that he needed a cabinet for tricks in front of people for whom he would become a magician and wizard.
   He will learn to evoke the spirit of the cabinet from the past and will study the possibilities of the cabinet itself. He will be his sole owner. Rodion lived on the first floor bachelor in a one-room apartment, so the delivery of the cabinet to his apartment was not acute and painful for him. Difficult was the question of where to get money for its acquisition. But he was helped by chance ...
   Wardrobe moved to the warehouse store. A precinct inspector came to the director and received information from his local agents that the wardrobe had been returned to the store. Inessa Evgenievna as the store manager said that the cabinet is not in the store.
   She paid off the visitor, realizing that the closet should be immediately removed from the store. For some reason she remembered Rodion, called him and offered to hide the Slavic wardrobe in his apartment. The cabinet, packed in plastic wrap, rolled up with scotch tape, arrived at Rodion's apartment as if by wish of the glass.
   The majestic closet appeared before Rodion's eyes when he was not yet restored. Rodion rubbed it from dust and small debris with linseed oil. The oak giant shone with a pleasant wooden light. At this time, the wardrobe re-earned, a glow inside it appeared.
   Inessa Evgenievna saw how she was dragged, otherwise you can't tell, the oak table. After examining the table from all sides, she came to the conclusion that next to the Slavic wardrobe, it would look great, but oak chairs of that time would be needed. She went through a similar problem and now only called Stepan Stepanovich to her place, so that his company performed antique chairs of the same era to this table.
  
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