Kolimskі rozpovіdі. Announcement announcement "Kolimski rozpovidi Tatar mullah and clean food

- So, so, - said the chief. Gogol was not remembered, but the shock therapy was superbly vouchsafed to him.

On the onset of the wound, Petro Ivanovich went around the ailments for an hour, and he got rid of Merzlyakov's slicker.

- Well, yak, - having energized the wine, - what is your solution?

- Write, - having said Merzlyakov.

<1956>

zmova lawyers

At the Shmelov's brigade, human slag was collected - people come to the gold slaughter. From the rise, to add the food and the peat, there were three ways: “go to the hill” - to the brotherly unchanged graves, to the lykarnya and to the Shmelov's brigade, three ways of the goners. The team did the job in the same place, de і іnshі, only as soon as they were responsible, they assigned other rows. Has gone "Victory to the plan is the law" and "Bring the plan to the bunnies" were not just words. Oh they tlumachili like this: not having violated the norm - having violated the law, fooling the state and guilty of giving a term, otherwise vlasnim lives.

The first years of the Shmelevs were better, smaller. Ale, I kindly remembered the order: "At the camp you drive a large ration, not a small one." I am not chasing the great rations of the main slave brigades.

I recently had transfers to Shmelov, I was about three years old, and I didn’t know his individual - a bully in a rosette in winter, the head of the brigade leader was cunningly wrapped up like a torn scarf, and in the evenings in a bar it was dark - a petrol knob ice hung the doors. I don’t remember the brigadier individuals. Voice only, hoarse, cold voice.

They poured me in a nichnu change in the chest, and the skin was not made with cakes - fifty degrees is not hot. Ale all the nights were more beautiful, spokiynishe, less than the bosses in the slaughter, less like and bitty.

The team will be on the go. The bribe will be paid in the barracks, and the rest of the chilin before entering the kryzhany for two twelve-year-olds, more often and at a time. Here, in the tsіy unstoppable shtovkhaninі at the opening doors, the sounds of the shouting of steam, the human character is recognized. One, overpowering the tremmy, krokuvav directly into the temryava, the one who dimly dimmed it, and inadvertently picked up the under-fired tobacco cigarettes, there was no smell of makhorka, no scent; the third, having covered it up from the cold wind; standing over the pichkoy quarters, trimming mittens and gaining warmth in them.

Ostannіkh vishtovkhuvav from the barrack for a day. So they came everywhere, in the skin brigade, with the weakest.

Me in the whole brigade has not yet been vishtovhuvali. Here people boomed and were less feeble, I didn’t bring you peace, I hate joy. Here I left as a human being. The shipment and the fists of the day were lost in that "golden" brigade, the stars were transferred to Shmelov.

The brigade was in the barracks with doors, ready to go. Bumblebee pidіyshov to me.

- You will be at home, - rattled vin.

- Transferred to the ranok, why? - I said in disbelief.

From the change to the change, they were transferred from the institute to the year of the day, so that the working day was not ruined, and there was no way to get rid of any problems. Qiu mekhaniku I know.

- Hi, you Romanov wiklikaє.

- Romanov? Who is this Romanov?

- Bach, bastard, I don’t know Romanova, - having gotten involved in the day.

- Suggestions, sounds? Not reaching the office are alive. You will come about the eighth year.

- About the eighth year!

Feeling the greatest lull, I was amazed. As far as hopes are less, I’m going to twelve, until I’m going to get around and more, I may be right for all of them not to go to work this year. All at once it was seen in this. Ale tse bula radіsna vtoma, they zanili m'yazi.

I untied the belt, untied the pea jacket, and with the bea gruff. Immediately, it became warm, and they started up with the gymnasium. I smelled my breasts with nibbled nigty. I zaprymav.

- It's time, it's time, - the day was shaking me by the shoulder. - Go - bring a smoke, don't forget.

I knocked at the door of the booth, alive with hope. We made grips, locks, claws and locks, if invisible, shouting through the doors:

- Who are you?

- Andrv's feelings for wiklik.

Having broken through the gurkit of the klyamok, the dzvin of the locks - and everything is locked.

The cold climbed from the jacket, the legs were steely. I became a bit of a burka about a burka - they wore not felts, but stobans, sewn from old trousers and tilogriyok vatyani burqas.

I know the edges have been made, and the sub-doors have become visible, letting in light, warmth and music.

I am vivyshov. The doors from the front to the rear are closed - there is a gravure radio.

Promoting Romanov standing in front of me. Vіrnіshe, I was standing in front of him, and wіn, short, povny, smelling of perfume, ruhlivy, spinning around me, looking at my figura with chornenky shvidky ochima.

The smell of a laid-back drive to the last, and to the wind of the blue nose, and the shyness of it. Khvili music, heat, cologne hunted me down. The head is warm. Dutch pich was baked.

- The axis і was known, - Romanov repeated, overwhelmed, oversupplied about me and zmakhuyuchi with the plowing jungle. - The i axis is known. Well, come in. - I win the door to the living room - a cabinet with a writing table, two-house style.

- Come on. I don’t guess, I’m awesome to you. I'll smoke.

Win porous in the paperwork on the table.

- What is your name? By Batkov_?

I said.

- And the rik people?

- One thousand nine hundred Sjomy.

- I, vlasne, not a lawyer, have already come to the Moscow University for legal in the other half of the twenty years.

- So, a lawyer. From і vіdmіnno. Infected sit, I will call you desho kudi, and we will come with you.

Romanov hung out from the room, and without a bar in the distance, they got the music and after a phone call.

I dozed off, sitting on the stilettos. Imagine a dream as soon as you dream. Romanov now knew, now he appeared.

- Listen. Do you have a speech in the barrats?

- All with me.

- Well, it’s good, right, it’s obvious. The car will come at once, and we will come with you. Know, kudi poidemo? Chi does not guess! At Samy Khattinakh, in control! Buvav there? Well, I'm frying, I'm frying ...

- I'm all one.

- From i good.

I perevzuvsya, rozіm'yav hands fingers nіg, turning the onuchі.

Walkers on the wall showing two twelve. If it’s all the same for Khattinakh, it’s all the same, this year I’m not going to work on a robot.

The spree is close to the car, і the light of the headlights tipping over the shutters і fastening the stele to the cabinet.

- Let's go, let's go.

Romanov buv in a white casing, in the Yakutsk malakha, rozpisnyh torbas.

I shook my pea coat, pidperezavsya, rubbing mittens over the pichkoyu.

We went to the car. One and a half ton with a detached body.

- Skіlki sogodnі, Misha? - having supplied Romanov with the driver.

- Sixty, comrade of hope. Nichni brigades were aware of the robots.

It means, і ours, Shmelev's, booth. I was not so merciful to go.

- Well, Andrєєv, - having said the operatic innovations, striking about me. - You sit in the back. Not far away. And Misha will go shvidshe. Really, Misha?

Misha prompted. I climbed into the back, curled up in a ball, clutching my legs with my hands. Romanov squeezed into the cabin, and we went.

The road was bad, and it threw it so badly I didn't catch it.

You don't want to think about it, you can't think about it in the cold.

Two years later, the fire began to flash, and the car zupinilas into a double-topped, chopped wooden booth. It was dripping dark, and only in one window of the other there was a throat of light on top. Two warts in casings stood for the great ganku.

- Well, the axis has arrived, that's great. Let’s stay here. - I was a Romanov at the great gatherings.

Build another year of the night. The fire was extinguished everywhere. Burned only a light bulb at the table of the church.

Chekati was not happy. Romanov - as soon as he got up, he got out of the way of the NKVD form - all the way down and waving his hands.

- Come, come.

At the same time, with the assistant of Chergovy, they demolished the mountain and in the corridor of the other, on top, they zupinilis in front of the door with the plate “Art. of the NKVS Smertin ". Nastіlki zagrozlivny pseudonyms (for a good reason) after ruling the enemy to nudge me, who was consumed without interruption.

"For a pseudonym - nadto", - I thought, ale of demand, already entered, walk along the majestic room with the portrait of Stalin for the whole wall, stand in front of the writing table of Veleten's views, look out in the eyes of the guilty people who expose such people, who axis of rooms.

Romanov pissed off at the table.

The dark blakytny eyes of the senior trusting comrade Smertin zupinilized me. Zupinilsya even worse: there was a whisper on the table, going through the paper. Those who served Romanov's fingers knew those who needed to know.

- A nickname? - having energized Smertin, impressed into the porch. - Іm'ya? By Batkov_? Statty? Termin?

I have read.

Blide of accusation came to the table.

- Skargi writing?

Death of a zasopiv:

- For hlib?

- І for khlib, і just like that.

- Good. Lead yogo.

I am not zrobiv zhodnoi try shho-nebu z'yasuvati, energize. Now? Even I’m not in the cold, not in a normal gold slaughter. Don't go to sleep, I want to.

Priyshov the assistant of the Chergovy with a note, and they led me through a certain settlement to the very edge, de-footed by the chotiers of vartovye vishok for the third country from the prickly dart, took the place of the insulator, the tabirna v'yaznytsya.

Vyaznitsa boules have great chambers, but boules are the same. In one of these the same and they shoved me. I told about myself, I didn’t check the messages from the suspects, I don’t think about them. So maє buti, they didn’t think I’m sick.

Nastav ranok, Chergove Kolimske winter wounds, Without light, without a dream, with some indistinguishable from the night. They hit the rail, brought a drop of a dimlyachy sprinkle. The convoy followed me, and I said goodbye to my comrades. I didn't know anything about them.

They brought me to the same booth. Booths for me were less, less at night. Before the light of the eyes of Death, I already had no assumptions.

Chergovy Great for me to sit and check, and I sit and check until quietly, until I feel the familiar voice:

- Good luck! From і vіdmіnno! You will get infected! - In a foreign territory, Romanov called me "vi".

Thoughts lіnivo peresuvalі in the brain - mіzhe physically vіdchutno. It’s necessary to think about something new, I don’t know why I don’t know. The price is new - NOT prisky. Yakbi mi turned to their own digging "Partizan", then Romanov said to bi: "Infected we will come." This means that I have no luck in the first place. So waste it all!

Romanov descended on the gatherings. While building, the axis-axis will sit on the railing and go down, yak cotton. In the hands of a loaf of bread is trimmed.

- Axis, tse you on the road. 1st axis. - Winner of the Highlands and turning with two settlers. - Order, huh? Everything, be built ... So, the smut and forgetting itself, it means a non-smoker.

Romanov went upstairs and returned to the newspaper. On the newspaper there is a bula nasipana makhorka. “There are three boxes, melodiously,” I say with my eye. The pachtsi-eighths have sirnik boxes of makhorka. Tse tabirna world ob'umu.

- Tse you on the road. Dry rations, so bi moviti.

I nod.

- Did the convoy wink?

- Viklikali, - said Chergovy.

- Send the elder to the top.

І Romanov was known at the gatherings.

Two escorts came - one older, rippled, in the papa Caucasian eye, the youngest, twenty years old, horny, in a red army sholom.

- Axis tsey, - having said Chergovy, showing off on me.

The offense - young and rippled - looked less respectfully from nig to the head.

- What about the boss? - feeding the pockmarked.

- Вгорі. І package there.

A rippling pishov up the hill and soon turning to Romanov.

The stench spoke in a low voice, showing a ripple at me.

- Good, - having said nareshti Romanov, - mi lady note.

We went to the street. Close to the gank, in the same place, every night there was a vantazhivka from the "Partizan", a comfortable "crow" - a prison bus with gratchal windows. I am in the middle. The grating doors closed, the guards sat in the vestibule, and the car crashed. The day's hour of the "crow" is on the road, along the central highway, which razrіza navpіl all Kolima, a little later, having brutalized the ubіk. The road was twisting through the hills, the motor was driven all the hour on pidyoms; straight skeletons with small leafy leaves and snowy spines for verbolosis. Nareshti, having broken a spike of turns near the hills, the car, walking along the riverbed, entered a small maidanchik. Here there is a bullet of millet, vartovy vezha, and in a glybin, about three hundred meters, there are mows of vishka and a dark mass of barracks, filled with a prickly dart.

The doors of a small booth-booth on the road appeared, and vyyshov chergovy, running with a revolver.

The car was zupinilas, do not turn off the engine.

The chauffeur was seen from the cab and passed through the window.

- Bach, the yak was circling. Truly "Serpentine".

The name Bula is known to me, said me more, the name of Death is less threatening. The tse bula "Serpantinna" is famous for being in Kolimi, for the style of people has gone into the past. The corpses didn’t rise yet. However, the corpses will be immortal - the shimmery of the frozen ground.

The senior escort pishov on the line to the end, and I was sitting bilya vikna and thinking, well, the axis came and every hour, my dear. Thinking about death was so very important, like about something else. I didn’t paint any pictures of vlasny construction. Sid and check.

The same days of winter were coming. The doors of the "crow" were opened, the senior guard threw me felts.

- Blow up! Know the cloaks.

I rozzled after trying. Ні, do not lick. Mali.

- The burkas do not have enough, - having said the ripples.

Ragging felts in the carriage.

- Let's go!

The car turned around, and the "crow" rushed to get out of the "Serpentine".

I didn’t miss the blinking povz of cars, I knew it on the road.

The car changed its way - the fires of the great settlement were burning all around. The bus went to the Gank of the brightly illuminated booth, and I went into the light corridor, even similar to the one de Gentleman of the Smertin's upgrade: behind the tree bar of the bell, the Chergovy was sitting with a pistol on the boat. Tse bulo village Yagidny. On the first day of the rise in price, we traveled all seventeen kilometers. Kudi mi poidemo dali?

Chergovy went to me in a distant room, as a punishment cell with a tapchan, a hole in the water and a parachem. At the door of the "Vichko"

I lived there for two days. Wrap up the clothes and rewind the bandages on the legs - the legs in the scurvy twists were pus.

At the booth of the Raividdilu NKVS there was a deaf silence. I listened to it with a lot of effort. Navigate in the afternoon a little bit dull along the corridor. Ridko appeared in the entrance doors, turned the keys in the doors. I chergovy, old chergovy, non-lingering, in the old tilogry, with a revolver over the shoulder - everything looked out of the way of the shrewd Hattinakh, de comrade Smertin was creating a high policy. Phone dialed Ridko-Ridko.

- So. Refuel. So. I don’t know, my boss.

- Good, I'll give it to you.

Who is it about? About my escorts? Once a day, until evening, the doors of my chamber were opened, and Chergovy brought in a cauldron of soup, a shmatok of bread.

I brave the cauldron, їv and wiggled the bottom to the blisk along Priskova zvichkoy.

On the third day, the doors appeared, and there was a rippling fight, being pulled into the casing on top of the casing, stepping through the door to the punishment cell.

- Well, seeing? Let's go.

I'm standing on the gank. I thought that I would know it in the insulated prison bus, but the "crow" was nowhere to be seen. Zvychana triton was bіlya ganku.

- Come on.

I rumbled overboard.

A young boy got into the cabin of the water. Rippled s_v instructed by me. The car crashed, and through a sprinkle of hilin we found ourselves on the road.

Kudi carry me? For pivnich or for pivday? To go or to go?

Pitati bulo is not needed, so the convoy is not guilty to speak.

Transfer to the dilyanka? On yak?

The car was shaking a lot for years and was rattled.

We went to the road of the highway.

Trasa - artery and head nerve of Kolimi. On the offensive sides, the vantages of technology collapse without interruption - without protection, products with a tied escort: they attack, rob. That kind of chauffeur and agent of the escort would like to be inappropriate, or else a hustler - you can get over the stealing.

Geologists, distributors of political parties are working out in the farther houses, so they go to the house with a big ruble, the salesmen of the Tyutyun and the Chifir, the heroes of the new generation. Along the far side, alcohol is sold here. Smells start, fight, fight, exchange new things and keep up, keep up ... The car with an unplugged motor is poured out, and they themselves kick sleep in the cabin for two or three years, try to see it. Immediately take the laid down with neat stringed parties up the mountain, into the taiga, and with a brute of leaves - from above, ringing from the taiga. Here are the detectives-operatives, how to catch vіkachіv. І most vіkachі - often in vіyskovіy formі... Here, in ZІSakh, the bosses are the gentlemen of life and death of all people. The playwright needs to show Pivnich itself in the road ahead - the most beautiful stage.

There I stood, nagayuchis squeezing nearer to the stove, majestic coarse-bochtsi, baked to the heart. The escorts were not overtaken by turbulence when I came in - I was weakened, and it was good to see. It was clear to everyone that the frost could reach fifty degrees of frost.

- Come on, he is.

The escort bought me a bowl of hot soup and gave me some bread.

Ale Ryaboi Priyshov is not alone. Behind him there was a middle-aged warrior (they weren’t called soldiers at that time) with gvintіvkoyu in a casing. Vin marveled at me, at the pockmarked one.

- Well, well, you can, - having said Vin.

- Pishli, - having told me pocky.

We went to the іnshiy kut of the majestic farther. There, there was a wall of sits, huddled up, a man in a pea jacket and a hat-bumper, a black flannel vushantsi.

- Sit here, - saying to me pockmarked.

I audibly lowered myself to the pidlog on behalf of this people. Win not turning his head.

Rippled and unaware boots went. My young escort has fallen with us.

- The smell of odds and tricks, zoos? - whispering to me a rapt ludin in the arehtantsky hat. - Don't be right.

- So, the soul is out of them, - I said. - Don't be timid, I want to. Tobi scho - is it sour?

Lyudin's head pidnya.

- I think you’re not right ...

- And where to take us? - having powered me.

- Kudi take you, I don’t know, but me to Magadan. On the rostril.

- On the rostril?

- So. I am a conviction. Zakhidny management. Z Susuman.

Pidіyshov pojaboi fight together with our new companion.

The stench began to speak between themselves. As the convoy got bigger, the stench became thinner, rougher. I haven’t had any soup in the ad anymore.

More years have passed, and three more years have been brought to us in the distance - stage, party, taking on the same meaning.

Three new boules of the unattended vik, like all Kolimski goners; the swelling of the skin was swollen, the swelling of the people was talking about hunger, about zinc. Їхні exposing boules in the beaches of ice cream.

- Kudi to carry you?

- To Magadan. On the rostril. We are condemned.

We lay in the back of the triton, huddled, huddled at the cola, in the back one by one. The triton buli has good resori, the route was bully along the road, we didn’t get hurt, and we started to freeze.

We shouted, drove, ale convoy boo nevlaganny. Demand bulo started to get to "Spirnoy".

Judgments before the construction of the blessing "overheat" I want to five khviliin.

The car flew into the "Spirny", even though there was still a burning light.

Priyshov pockmarked.

- You will be welcomed for nothing in the tabirniy izolyator, and vrantsi poidemo dal.

I froze to the bristles, they were in the frost, knocking with the rest of my strength under the seams of the cloak about snig. Chi did not start. All the bullies were joking at the tabirne bosses. Nareshti a year later we were led into the frozen, unheated tabirniy izolyator. By tightening all the walls, topping up all the ice. Xthos is inside the lead. Zagrim_v castle. What about firewood? Is she rude?

Vrantsi got us in, put us in the car. Hills zamigotili, sound machines wheezed. The car went down through the pass, and we felt so warm that we wanted nothing to do with it, like we wanted to do it on the wonderful earth.

The rise was about ten degrees, not less. That wіter buv is warm, ice is not springy.

- Convoy! Make a reservation! ..

As well as to respond to warriors, with radii of warmth, inwardly, letting go of the ice soul of the taiga.

- Well, vilaz!

The convoyers could easily get up, light up a cigarette. My shukach justice is already approaching the escort.

- Let's have a smoke, big guy?

- Let's smoke. Go to the misce.

One of the newcomers did not want to be angry with the car. Ale, bachachi, the restraint was dragged on, leaning over to the side and beckoning me with his hand.

- Help me down.

I stretched out my hands і, a goner without strength, quickly seeing the superficial lightness of this body, I feel lightness dying. I am seen. Lyudin, trimming your hands over the side of the car, knocking out the crocs.

- Yak is warm. - Ale eyes bully non-viraznі, without any virazu.

- Well, let's go, let's go. Thirty degrees.

With the skin year it grew warmer.

In the far village of the Tent, our guards were offended. Ragged by buying me a kilogram of hlib.

- Take the whites axis. The mutilations are welcome.

Ishov is a darling snig, if far below there are in the fires of Magadan. Bulo ten degrees. Nezvitryano. Sneg falling on the other side of the line - dribni-dribnі snіzhinki.

The car zupinilasya bіlya raivіddіlu NKVS. The guards went to the village.

Vyshov cholovik at a civil suit, without a hat. In his hands, we trim the opening envelope.

Win viguknuv chiyus prizvichno, dzvinko. Lyudin, with a slight til, swings to the side at the sign.

- Until v'yaznitsa!

Lyudin in a suit was awake and showed up at once.

In the hands of the yogo buv a new package.

- Ivanov!

- Kostyantina Ivanovich.

- Until v'yaznitsa!

- Ugric!

- Sergei Fedorovich!

- Until v'yaznitsa!

- Simonov!

- Eugene Petrovich!

- Until v'yaznitsa!

I did not say goodbye to the escort, not to them, but I went to Magadan at once. Tse is not accepted.

Rik vidannya zbirnik: 1966

"Kolimski Rozpovidi" by Shalamov Bouly was written on the basis of special advice Writer, guided thirteen rockets on Kolim. Varlam Shalamov opened the zbirk to reach the last hour from 1954 to 1962. forwards « Kolimski rozpovidi "can be read in the New York magazine" Noviy Zhurnal "Russian language. If the author doesn’t want to publish his messages outside the cordon.

Zbіrnika "Kolimskі rozpovіdі" short zmіst

by snig

Zbirnik Varlam Shalamov "Kolimski rozpovidi" to obey the nourishment: bazhaєte know how to tread the road along the snowy lines? Lyudin, bark and start, go ahead, follow you with blacks in a fluffy dream. It’s a windless day, so it’s even more nerdy and it’s not a bad day. For the first one there are five more - a bunch of choloviks, the stench goes in a row and step close to the first.

The first one is more important than the first one, and if he gets tired, he will replace one of the people who walk in the row. It is important that you step on the skin of the line, and not on someone else’s track. And on horses and tractors, read the readers, not the writers.

on presentation

Choloviks were used for painting at Naumov, the horseman. Naglyadachi zzvychay did not go into the barrack with a horse, so thugs went out there to carry out cartoons. Near the cuff of the barrack, on the lower slopes of the boulevard rosesthelen kovdri, on which lay a pillow - "style" for kartkovy igors. A deck of cards was recently prepared on the pillow, virizan from a volume by V. Hugo. For making the logs, you need boules of papir, cheeky olives, kussen khliba (vikoristovuvsya for gluing a thin paper) and lower. One of the gravitas tapping on the pillow with his fingers, not a little bit of a neymovyrnuyu - villainous chic. Tsya lyudin is small, I go even further for the villainy, I am addicted to the accusation and not even to the memory of his rice. That buv Sevochka, they said, wіn "miraculously viconuє", showing the sharpness of the sharper. The villainous gra of the bully I am groaning for deception, they were grabbing only in a breath. Opponent of Sevochka is Buv Naumov, who buv the zealous villain, who wants a call similar to Chentsya. On the shiї at the new hanging chrest, such was the fashion of thieves in the forties.

Let the gravity blame the bully to conflate and cook, to set the rate. Naumov made his own suit and wanted gratis for the presentation, tobto the Borg. Konogon clicked on to himself the main character and Garkunov, pinching the zeal of tilogriyki. At Garkunov's tilogriyki buv light, gifts of the squad, with that nikoli not parted. The man saw the light, and only those who attacked him. Sashka, who recently poured his soup, delivered chobot from a freebie and stretched out his hand to Garkunov, who slipped and fell. The gra bula is over.

at night

The supper is over. Glabov wagging a bowl, hlib tanuv near the roti. Crimson unwittingly marveled at Glibov in his mouth, not letting enough force to bring his eyes. It’s an hour to go, the stench entered a small ledge, stones splashed cold feet on our feet. I didn’t have to walk.

The choloviks zupinilis to see, to go far away. The stench poured over the ground and began to throw out stones. Crimson wagged, winking his finger and blood did not zupinyala. Globov buv likarem in the past, I want at once, then an hour went to sleep. Friends tidied up the stone, and the axis of Crimson, respecting the human finger. The stench haunted the corpse, hurt the shirt and pants. Having finished, the choloviks threw stones at the grave. The stinks were picked up for the best values ​​in the camp. Yak and in the center of the boule hlib and it is possible to find tyutyun.

tesli

Let's step into the collection "Kolimski rozpovidi" to take revenge on the rozpovid "Tesli". Vіn razpovіdaє about those, as on the street there is a tsіlodobovo fog, thick floors, but you can’t see a bunch of people in two crocs. Already two tizhnі temperature trimmed lower than minus fifty-five degrees. Potashnik_v prokidavsya with hope, but the frost fell, ale tse n_yak did not come. She, like a year of robots, gave energy for a maximum of one year, and far away wanted to fall and die. Potashnikiv slept on the upper bunks, de bulo warmer, ale hair froze to the pillow for nothing.

The cholovik is weak on a skin day, he is not afraid of death, he does not want to die in the rats, the cold does not freeze only human hands, but the soul. Having finished the day, the Potashnik goes to work until he is robotic, having put the man in the reindeer caps, which are needed by the bully workers. Win and another man from the brigade presented themselves as adzes, if only they didn’t shoot them. The choloviks were brought to the main house, but they didn’t know the stench as a carpenter, and they sent them back.

single dead

Dugaev's martyrs were seen, but on the coming day we will single dead... Dugaev boomed twenty-three and everything that was going to be seen here was really amazing. Pislya wretched obidu Baranov proponuvav Dugaev cigarette, if the stench did not bother friends.

At the time of guesswork, the heads of the choloviks are seen, on which the pratsyuvati is guilty. Pratsyuvati one bulo to be more beautiful for Dugaev, but you will not grumble, shou it is nasty pratsyu. Victims of the prizes of the visuals, the evaluation of the robot. The lad of the vicon is twenty-five times, and the number that made him great. On the coming day, he was done at once from us, and at night he was taken to the base, de standing in a high park with a barbed dart. Duga shkoduvav about one thing, so he was tormented and praised in the whole day. The rest of the day.

The cholovik is standing on the watch, so he can trim the amount. The squad sent him a peel of barley to prunes and cloaks, since the stink cannot be worn all the same; Ale girskiy guessed, Andriy Boyko, having proponated the sale of a cloak for one hundred rubles. On virucheni pennies head hero having bought a kilogram of oil and a kilogram of hlib. They took the whole lot and threw it over cooked with prunes.

planks

The choloviks were working on the polygon for three days, they were leathery in their pit, but they didn’t go far beyond a meter. Їm bulo hardened vikhoditi from pits, razmovlyati mіzh itself. The main hero of the process of breaking up his leg, letting a stone in on it, didn’t come out of the process of doing anything, having lost a couple of saddens. The whole hour of their boards, the guards were thinking how to beat the cholovikov pratsyuvati shvidshe, the alemen only began to hate their work more and more.

On the third day of the hero's suspicion, Rozovsky, shouting to his own pit, he’s grasping descho — sense of life is dumb. Ale the cholovikov went into the distance of the Rozivs'kogo from the convoys, hoping that all the same in an hour rushed to the trolley, ale not bent over. Rozivsky was tried for trying to commit suicide;

Kant

The hero speaks, that the most popular tree is a cedar, elfin tree. Behind the dwarf tree, you can see the weather, like to kick on the ground, which means it will be cool and cold and navpaki. Cholovik tilka was transferred to new robot The picking of dwarf trees, which was sent to the plant at the time, was suspiciously unacceptable against scurvy.

On the spot, elfin trees were sprayed in pairs. One chop, one pinch. On that day, I didn’t reach the norm, but the partner of the protagonist had thrust a great stone into the little toy with gilkami, and they didn’t overturn one thing.

dry ration

At the end of the "Kolimskoy Povіdanni", chotiroh choloviks from kam'yani viboiv lead the rubati of a tree on the keys of Duskania. Їх ten-day rations were too small, іm it was scary to think, but it would be necessary to divide it into thirty parts. Pratsivniki sent all their lives at once. The stench all lived in the old Mislivska hut, at the very least they buried the oads in the ground, overlapping the old land of the call, and all the lice didn’t have to, and then they burned comas. The smells poured from sun to sun. The ten's manager, having twisted the ruined robot and their heads, even the choloviks, were still more relaxed, not cooked, but more resigned, marveled at nature. The stench was picked up by the ovens and smashed, they discussed their difficult life in the camp. It’s impossible to think about a robot, but it’s not a pea jacket, or a mitten, in the act they wrote "dressings according to the season", so that you don’t overreach everything you don’t know.

On the coming day, not all turned into tabir. Ivan Ivanovich grew up these nights, and Saveliev saw his fingers. By turning to tabir Fedya, having written his mother's sheet, is still alive for the season.

injector

Tsya raspovid є by Kudinov's report to the head of the mine, the dept. І people are allowed to stand in cold weather at temperatures below minus fifty. Cholovik after seeing the head engineer, ale niyaki didn’t bully. At the head of the mine, the head of the mine will replace the injector Vilnonaimanim. And click the injector until you see it.

Apostle Pavlo

The hero wiggled his leg and was transferred to the carpenter's assistant Frizorger, who, in his last life, became a pastor in a village of Nimets. The stinks were kindly friendly, and they were often promoted on relіgіynі those.

Frіzorger rozpovіv cholovіkovі about his one little girl і tsya rozmova vipadkovo felt the boss, Paramonov, and having written a request about rozshuk. Through the pivrok, there was a leaf, in which it was said that the daughter of Frisorger would see him. Ale the hero wins the whole leaf first and burns him, and then again. Nadal Vin often zgaduvav his tabir friend, left the bullets zgaduvati.

berries

The main hero is lying on the ground with no strength, two escorts have to go and barrage. One of them is Syroshapka, as if tomorrow to shoot the robot. On the coming day, the brigade was viral in the forest on the robots, the berries of goofs, hipsters and cranberries were growing. Robots їli їkh on the back, ale at Ribakov’s zavdannya win picking berries in a jar, then exchange them for bread. The lead hero at once with Ribakov went even close to the fence, and Ribakov moved the border.

Convoyr vistrіliv dvіchі, the first moving forward, and for another built Ribakov lying on the ground. The hero doesn’t waste an hour and picks up a jar of berries, mayuchi to exchange them for bread.

bitch Tamara

Moisey got a forge, prytsyuvav wіn miraculously, thіѕ skin thаt thеу wіll bе thе hope οf vitality, аn thе bosses іn thе price οf thе price. The first time Kuznetsov trained the dog, wondered about her, thinking, well, tse vovk. Ale the dog Bula is friendly and lost in the camp - they gave the nickname Tamara. Soon there was a whelp, for six tsutsenyat they had a booth. At the end of an hour before the camp, having arrived zagin "operatives", the stench whispered in - arehtants. Tamara hated one guard, Nazarov. Zrozumіlo bulo, well, the dog was already staring at him. If the escorts came to an hour, Nazarov shot Tamara. And when they went down the grab on the licks, he pushed himself onto the stump and zaginuv. Tamari's skin was torn and wore for mittens.

Sherri- brands

Sings having died, his thoughts have strayed, life has been wandering around. Ale z'yavalaa znova, vin vіdkryvav eyes, breaking swollen out of hunger fingers. Cholovik rozmirkovuvav from life, deserving creativity of immortality, he was called the first poet of the twentieth century. I want to sing without having written down his verses for a long time, he sings in a fold in his head. Win has peacefully died. Vrantsi brought hlib, cholovik vchepivya in new with ailing teeth, ale susidi zupinili yogo. Victims are dead. Ale recorded his death two days ago, the poet's susidi otrimuvali hlib flicker.

Little kids

On that day, there was a robot's light - sawing wood. Having finished pratsyuvati, zagin reminding a cup of smittya bilya parkana. The people in the distance know to see the little shkarpets, which at the pivnichi will be a great birth. And one of them knows zosit in the distance, zapovnenu childish babies. The little guy painted the soldiers with the machine guns, painted the nature of the Pivnoch, bright and clean quotes, so it’s so and so. Pivnichny place was formed from zhovty budinks, vivcharoks, soldiers and blue sky... The cholovik from the paddock looking into the zoshit, smoothed the leaves, and then in the winter and wicked.

Thickened milk

Once the robots Shestakov proponuvav the protagonist vtekti, the stench sat at once at the vyaznitsa, altogether did not bother friends. Cholovik paused and asked for canned milk. At night, I slept badly, and I didn’t remember my working day.

Having washed away from Shestakov's condensed milk, having changed my mind about the big things. Although she didn’t know anyone, she didn’t know anything. P'yatokh vіkachіv, at once with Shestakov they were angry very soon, two were killed, three were tried in a month. Shestakov himself was transferred to the іnshiy digging, in the building of the burials, and the heroes of the family cannot be found.

hlib

Vrants in the barracks brought home and bread. The oseledent was seen every other day, and the skin was laid on the tail. So, from the head of the bulo more satisfied, Ale myasa bulo more in the tail. We saw bread once a day, but everything was done at once, the patience did not start. It was getting warm when the girl was drinking, but it didn’t feel like it.

Qia brigade was in typhoid quarantine, and the stench was all the same. This year they were taken to the Khlibozavod, the de Meister, with twenty vibrats, was all deprived of two; They were puffed with Khlib and Jam. The men were guilty of pulling the bit of the tsegla, the scarlet of the robot appeared to be an important one for them. The stench often robbed me to interrupt, and not bar the meister letting them go back, and giving a loaf of bread. At the tabori they were given bread with sousids.

snake charmer

A number of assignments to Andriy Platonov, as a friend of the author, and I myself would like to write a message, I will name it by inventing "The Snake Charmer" Platonov provіv rіk on "Dzhankhara". On the first day of my life, having respected that є people who do not work - blatny. I Fedechko buv їkh vatazhkom, spatku vіn buv coarse from Platonov, ale, if you know how to squeeze the romance, then immediately remember. Andriy rekazuvav "Club of hearts of hearts" until svitanka. Fyodor Buv is a little more than gratifying.

Vrantsi, if Platonov is on the robot, like a lad shoving yogo. All at once they whispered in vuho. Todd boy went to Platonov and asked not to tell Fedya anything, Andriy hesitated.

Tatar mullah and pure povitrya

It was getting hotter by the prison cells. They fiddled about, so that some of the checks were sent to the right, and when they were sent to them. Tatar mule, siliceous cholovik of sixty rocky worlds about his life. The camera has been able to live more than twenty years, but on a clean day I would like to be ten, knowing that it is also "purer than good."

Lyudin's schob changed into a goner in the camp, it took twenty to thirty days. Areshtanti mamagalis virvatisya from v'yaznitsa to tabir, I think that v'yaznitsya - nizhakhlivishe, how could they become. All the illusions of the arrangement of the drive to the bully camp were duzhe svidko zruynovany. People lived in unopaluvanny barracks, freezing ice from all schilines. Possilki came through the pivroku, as well as they came. Talk about pennies and calls of nothing, they didn’t pay, they didn’t pay kopecks. The neymovirna number of ailments in the camp did not neglect the workmen any way. I’ll look at all the hopelessness and the impugness, it’s purer and more useful for people, not a vyaznytsya.

persha death

The hero bachyv a lot of deaths, I will forget to forget the most beautiful. Yogi brigade did the best in the night. Turning around in the barrack, їkh brigadier Andrєєv raptom turned into іnshy bik і runaway, the robots went after him. A cholovik was standing in front of them at the vіyskovіy form, a woman was lying beside him. The hero of the know, then Bula Anna Pavlovna, secretary of the head of the mine. The brigade loved її, and now Anna Pavlovna Bula is dead, strangled. Cholovik, who drove in її, Shtemenko, becoming the chief, like a little bit of the miscellaneous in all the self-made cauldrons that got stuck. They called Yogo and took him to the head of the mine.

A part of the brigade went to the barracks, ob_dati, Andrév was taken to the show. And if he turns around, then instructing the prisoners to go to the robot. Nezabar Shtemenko was condemned for driving ten rockets of jealousy. Pislya viroku the chief was taken. Colonial chiefs trim in the surrounding camps.

tita Fields

Titka Fields died from scary ailments- shlunk cancer. Without knowing the nickname, they should visit the squad of the chief, which Paul's tint was a servant or "day-long". The woman did not take care of any dark right, deprived of additional help in powering her fellow countrymen - Ukrainians for an easy job. If she got sick, before her, people came to the school every day. And everything that the commander's squad passed on, Paul's tint gave to the nurses.

Once, father Petro came to the lykarnya, help the sickness. After a few days, she died, Father Petro appeared to me unknowingly and ordered to put a cross on the grave, so they killed. Tymoshenko, Polina Ivanivna, wrote on the anthology of the collection, Aleksey was well, and his name was її Paraskovia Іlіvna. The writing was corrected by the visual of Peter.

Kravatka

At the end of Varlam Shalamov's announcement, "Kolimski Rozpovidi", you can read about the girl on the name of Marusya Kryukov, who came to Russia from Japan and was rescued from Vladivostots. During the hour of Masha's walk, they broke her leg, the hand had grown incorrectly, and the girl was a kulgala. Kryukov Bula was miraculously smart, and was sent to the "office of the directorship" of vichivati. Such booths were on the road, and the chiefs spent the night there two or three times on the river, booths were beautifully decorated, pictures and paintings hung. In the booth, Krim Marusi started to paint two children, handicraftsmen, a woman looked after them, as she saw threads and fabrics to the robots. For vikonannya norms and good behavior, the girls were allowed to go to the cinema for getting stuck. Filmy was shown in parts, and once, when they played the first part, they put the first part. At the same time, Dolmatov, the patron of the head of the clinic, was grateful, and they showed the film.

Marusya had a meal in the lykarnya, in the evening she went to the doctor. Vona really wanted to give gifts to the lykar, like vilikuvali, krawatka. The first woman-visuals allowed. However, Masha did not reach into the viconati conceived, for that Yak Dolmatov saw the maystrina. Unbeatable at the concert of self-help, the doctor was able to see the head's crotch, such a siry, vizirunkovy, yakisny, into the distance.

taiga gold

The zone of buva is two types: small, tobto overpowering, and large - tabir. On the territory of the small zone there is one square barrack, in which it is close to five hundred months, nari in the chotiri on top. The head hero lies on the lower one, the upper one is for the villains. In the first place, the hero viklikayut, schob vidpraviti in tabir, ale the workman zoni guided him back to the barrack.

Nezabar to produce artists in the barracks, one of them is the Kharbinsky spivak, Valyusha, the thug, ask him to sleep. Spіvak having written a song about golden taizi. The hero has fallen asleep, having thrown himself towards the whisper on the upper bunks and the smell of makhorka. If you wake up the workman, the hero will ask to go to the lykarnya. Three days later, a paramedic will come to the barracks and look around the person.

Vaska Denisov, vicrads of pigs

Vaska Denisov might not be vicious as long as there is no firewood on his shoulders. Winn nis the deck to Ivan Petrovich, the choloviks cut it at once, and then Vaska cut all the wood. Ivan Petrovich said, “We’re not going to give him three rubles at once. Vaska was fed up with hunger. Winning in the village, taking it to the first-stricken house, in the commissary after killing the frozen carcass of a piglet. Vaska dumped the її і run into the state house, the management of the Vitamіnnіkh vіdryadzhen. The chase of the bull is close at hand. Todі win zabіg in the red kutochok, closing the doors and becoming a grisly pig, lonely and frozen. If Vaska knew, half of it will be lost.

Seraphim

There was a leaf on Seraphim's table, afraid of seeing it. Cholovik pratsyuvav on Pivnochі in the chemistry laboratory already rіk, ale niyak didn’t forget his squad. With Seraphim, there were more than two engineers who worked with them, but they didn’t change any of them. The skin of the masses is the laboratory assistant, having trimmed the salary increment by ten thousand rubles. I Seraphim Virishiv z'izditi in a susidnє village, growing up. Aleh, the escorts violated, so the cholovik came to see him and put him in a barrack, after six days they came after Seraphim to the laboratory and took him away. The guards did not turn around for a penny.

Turning, Seraphim beat the leaf, his squad wrote about the separation. If Seraphim was lost alone in the laboratory, he was responsible for the chief of the manager, gave a pinch of powder, and removed it from water and vip. The ear of food in the throat, and more than nothing. Todi Seraphim burst out his vein, the ale blood flowed backwards weakly. Angry, the cholovik flew to the river and started to feed himself. Otamivsya vіn vzhe in lіkarnі. Likar injected glucose razchin, and then squeezed Seraphim's teeth with a spatula. The operation was thwarted, albeit pissed. Acid rose'ila stravohid and shlunka stinks. Seraphim rozrahuvav everything correctly for the first time.

Weekend day

The cholovik is praying at the galavin. The hero knows that, then the priest of the first barrack, Zamyatin. Prayers helped him to life, as the hero of the vіrshi, as everything was still preserved in his memory. Alone, it didn’t become a problem for the humiliation of hunger and cold. Turning around in the barrack, the cholovik felt the noise in the instrument, the bullet was closed at the door, but the castle was not hanging. Vin Zaishov to the booth, the two thieves fought against the tsuceni. One of them, Semyon, knocking the sokiru and lowering it on the tsucen's head.

Hurting nichto without falling asleep to the smell of meat soup. Blathari didn’t eat all the soup, because it’s not enough in the barracks. The stench proponutized the halls of the hero, ale vin was seen. In the barrack, uvіyshov Zamyatin, and the blatars proponated yoma soup, saying, wіn wіn lamb. Then, after a while and turning a clean cauldron through five khilin. Todi Semyon said to the priest, what soup buv s dogs, Nord. The priest of the Vyishov drove on the street, the yogo was nagging. Piznishe vin recognized the hero, that the meat for gusto is not richer than mutton.

domino

A cholovik was transferred to a hospital, the growth of one hundred centimeters, and forty kilograms. Likar reconciling its temperature, thirty degrees. They bowed the ailing one closer to the stove; Cholovik will stay in the hospital until spring, two months, as the doctor said. At night, through the day of a sick person, he woke up the sanitary officer and said, "Andriy Mikhailovich, a lykar, who likuvav yogo." Andriy Mikhailovich proponuvav the hero of playing in the domino. Sickness paused, I want to hate tsyu gru. For an hour the stench was smelled richly, Andriy Mikhailovich progressed.

A little of rock has passed, if there is ailment on a small dilyanka I will feel the name of Andriy Mikhailovich. After a dozen hour, I still got into the zustritisya. Likar rozpov_v his history, Andriy Mikhailovich buv ailment for tuberculosis, ale lіkuvatisya yoma was not allowed, there was some additional, what ailment pomilkov "bullshit". I Andriy Mikhailovich walked through the frost. With a view to the long-term development of wine, becoming a first-rate resident of surgical services. For this recommendation, the lead hero finished the course of a paramedic and became a pratsyuvati sanitar. Once they finished tidying up, the sanitaries were pouring into the domino. "Durna Gra" - Andriy Mikhailovich, known as the hero of the announcement of the grave in the house more than once.

Hercules

At the middle of the party, the chief of the hospital Sudarin was given a pivnya. All guests of the boulevard in the seizure of such a gift, visit the honorable guest of the Cherpak in the opinion of the winemaker. The scooped bulo is close to forty, and is the chief of the dignity. viddilu. And if the honorable guest is drunk, I won’t be able to show all my strength and become a child of style, instead of a crisp. And then declaring that you can open your head with your hands. І vіdіrvav. Young people are bullies. Respect dances, danced all to that, like Cherpakiv not loving, if they were thinking.

shock therapy

Merzlyakov priyishov to visnovka, so we will be the smallest to see in the camp. So, as a part of the kind of people who are not rooted to the vagu of people. Once on outlandish robots Merzlyakov, not carrying the deck, fell and did not go far. For the whole they beat up і guards, і foreman, and navіt comrades. The worker was sent to the hospital, the new one didn’t have any pain, but be bullshit in the moment of turning to the tabir.

At the central hospital, Merzlyakov was transferred to the nerves of the admission. All the thoughts of the stacked will be about one thing: do not get loose. On looking around at Peter Ivanovich's "ailments" he saw the news and the doctor didn’t expect anything, but the Merzlyakov had a gap. Petro Ivanovich is still savoring new vicritta. Doctor Virishiv started working with Raush-anesthesia, but if it is not possible, then shock therapy. Under the anesthesia, the drug users went into the distance of Merzlyakov's rosary, albeit only the cholovik came to the room, immediately bending back. The neuropathologist, having passed the sick person, through the tizden, will ask for yogo vipisati himself. for the procedure shock therapy Merzlyakov asking about vipiska from likarnі.

elfin

Wake up, if it's time to be snig, gloom hang low, and right in the middle of the smell of snig, if you don't lay cedar, then don't be snig. And if the weather is still autumn, hmar is not ma, ale dwarf lіg on the ground, through a few days ide snig... The cedar is not only the prophet of the weather, which is glistening with hope, being one of the evergreen tree of Pivnoch. If a dwarf is a little lightweight, if it is necessary to place a bagatty close to a tree, then it will immediately come to the picture. The author vvazhaє elfin wood by the most poetic Russian tree.

Chervoniy Khrest

At the Taboria Edin Lyudin, you can help the prisoner - the whole lykar. Likars start a "work category", inodi let go to freedom, shy away from arguments about the inevitability and soundness of robots. Tabirniy lykar is great power, and the blatars were smart and dusky, the stench from the poop was put before the medical workers. As soon as the likar buv vilnonaimanim was given, then they gave him gifts, as if they were dumb, then most of the time they poured the mule and started crying. Bagato likariv bully hammered by thugs.

In exchange for garnet shutter Blatarei likari guilty bully put it at the likarnya, guide along the vouchers, take the simulators. The villains of the villains in the tabor are uncountable, the skin chilina in the tabor is out-of-bounds. Having turned to come, people cannot live like earlier, the stench is fearful, hisistic, lingering and discouraging.

zmova lawyers

Dalі our zbіrki "Kolimskі rozpovіdі" short zm_st Report about Andrєєv, a great student at the University of Law. Win, yak and the head hero, having drunk in the tabir. Cholovik pratsyuvav at the brigade of Shmelov, kudi drove the human slag, poured out the stench in the night. Once in the night, the robotic man was asked to become overwhelmed by the one who had woken up to himself by Romanov. Together with Romanov, the hero went to the office, in Khatin. True, the hero was brought to the back in a sixty-degree frost two years ago. The writing of the working man was brought in to the trustworthy Smertin, who, like and before Romanov, was fed by Andrév as a lawyer. At the very least, the cholovik was imprisoned in the cells, even though the cholovka was stuck. On the coming day, Andrv go with escorts in a way, in the wake of a frostbitten finger of his hands.

The corpse of Hanny Pavlivny was buried in Kosivka and demolished in the village, to the house of the head of the mine. Not all went to Andrvim there - they rushed to the barrack, to the soup.

Dovgo didn’t see the boss, who opened the door to the nato’s workers, as they selected the door to the booth. Nareshti Andrєєv in the distance explain, in what on the right, and win, at once we call Shtemenko and two people get stuck, go to the hati.

We got into it in tsyu nich even more. Andrāva was taken to see the show. Ale potim win priyshov, having commanded, and we went to the robot.

Shtemenko was condemned for ten rockets without a bar for driving in jealousy. Until early bulo minimal. They tried him on our mine and went viroku where they drove. There are a lot of tabernacle chiefs in such vipads to take revenge here especially - not a single one is not to be found in zvychaykh camps.

tita Fields

Pole's titty died in a lykarna from a shlunk cancer at fifty two rockies. Roztin confirmed the diagnosis of the drug. However, in our pathological diagnostics, the pathological diagnosis is very different from the clinics - so it is in the most beautiful and the most expensive ones.

The nickname of Paul's aunt was known only to the office. She didn’t remember the rightful call to visit the squad of the chief, who had a “day” at Polya's titular, so to speak, as a servant.

I know everyone, that is such a day or a day, but not everyone knows how the smell can be. The person of the inaccessible volodar of thousands of people is ready; certificate of weaknesses, of dark sides. Lyudin, you know this little side of the booth. A slave, ale and a non-uniform participant in the submarine, subterranean apartment building; a participant, at least, spostering home battles. Unspoken arbіtr in the welding of the cholovik and the squad. Leading the dignity of the family chief, multiplying his wealth, and not only economy and honesty. One such day-long trader, after the head of the makhorkovy cigar, sells it, we will get stuck for ten rubles of a cigarette. The camp chamber of the world і wag stood up, so that the makhorka could enter the sirnik box on a load of cigarettes, and the eight makhorka was stored in eight such boxes. Come in the bubbly til diyut at 1/8 of the territory Radiansky Union- at all Skhidniy Siberia.

Our day has gone through a pack of makhorka of six hundred and forty rubles for a skin pack. Ale і tsya figure is not a bullet, as it seems to be a boundary. It is possible to nasipati the wrong boxes - the difference from the point of view may be uncomfortable, that one doesn’t want to cook with the boss’s day. You can turn more thin cigarettes. The whole twist is on the right of the hands and in the day. Our day was buying up makhorka from the chief for five hundred rubles per pack. A hundred-forty-ruble profit went into the teeming of the day.

Gentlemen, the titans Poli makhorka did not trade, and they didn’t bring the field to a new one. Titka Polya Bula is a great cook, and the days, as I know at kulіnaria, were especially expensive. A titular Pole could have taken - and was smartly taken - to force someone from fellow Ukrainians to an easy robot, or to include it in some sort of list for the audience. The help of Polya's titties to their fellow countrymen could be finished with seriousness. I won’t help them, hiba only happy.

Polya's tint was at the head of the business trip and thought that all of her ten "rockies" would be safe.

Pole's titty was bold and unrequited and rightly respected that everybody could not help being a boss for a penny. Rozrahunki її proved true. She was her own people in the family of the chief, and even after the plan was given for the zing - she was guilty of the bule, which meant that the owner of the car on the digging house, deceased the brother of the chief, and the digger had been bothering about the sound.

Aleti Polya fell ill, it was getting worse, and it was taken to the hospital. The head lіkar was ordered, schob tіttsі The field was brought into the ward. Ten nap_vtrupami were thrown into the cold corridor, schob zv_lniti m_sce day the chief.

Lykarnya povavilas. Every day in the other half of the day, "vilisy" arrived, there were vantages; from the cabins we went by ladies in housings, we went through them - everyone pushed to the tichy Pole. The first titty of Fields insulted the skin: yaksho viduzhaє - to replace the word to the chief.

Shonedili limuzin ZIS-110 in'yzhzhav in the lykarnyan gates - tіttsі Pole carried a little bit, a note from the chief's squad.

Polya's tint gave everything to the nurses, tasted a spoon and gave them all. Khvoroba knew her own.

Aleh tita Polya could not help her. The first axis, once in the hospital, came from a note from the chief of the supervising officer - Father Petro, who called himself a dressage officer. Vispovidatsya, Paul's tint.

The supervised chief executive officer Petka Abramov. Everyone knew Yogo. Winnow lying at the top of the bed for the month of that. And at the same time tse buv Batko Petro.

Visit the monk having grabbed the whole lykarnya. Appear, in our area є priests! And the stench helps the bazhayuchi! At the largest ward for the likarny one - ward number two, de mіzh about the ward every evening, let’s talk about the poor gastronomy, in any case, not for the general appetite, but through the needs of the hungry people, they talked about the hungry people. Spovіd tіtki Polі.

Father Petro buv at the cap, in pea jackets. Wadded trousers tucked into old tarpaulin chobots. Hair boulevard is short - for an individual of the spiritual call, nabagato is shorter, less hairy dandies of fifty rockies. Father Petro rozsttebnuv pea jacket і tіlogriyku - became visible blakytna kosovorotka і great pectoral chrest. Tse buv is not a simple chrest, but a rozp'yattya - only self-contained, twisted with a little hand, albeit without the necessary tools.

Father Petro has spoken the title to Paul and Pishov. Vіn dovgo standing on the highway, pulling his hands, if the vantages approached. Two cars passed without loss. Todi father Petro is ready to go out of his bosom, I burned a cigarette, let it fly over my head, and the car began to play, drive the living room to the door of the cabin.

Paul's titty died, and was buried in the drug storehouse. There is a great treasure trove under the mountain (to replace the "die" the sickness was said to "eat down the hill") with the common graves "A", "B", "V" and "D", with the chord-shaped lines of the graves-identical. Volodar, any of your squads, no father Peter, did not go to the funeral of the titty Paul. The rite of burial will be very special: the contractor has tied a tag with a number on the lion's head. Tse buv number of a special right. For the instruction number, the blame was for the writing of an idle black olivist, and not even cheeky, like on the lisy topographic benchmarks-Zates.

Zvichny burial grounds-sanitari showered the stones with the dry tints of Poli. The dressing-man has made a stick in the stones - I know with the same number of a special right.

A few days passed, and Father Petro appeared in the hospital. Vin has already spent some time on the tsvintari and at the same time making up in the office:

Put the cross of the demand. Chrest.

Well, - the contractor has come up with it.

The stench is cooked by the stench of dovgo. Nareshti Batko Petro naked:

I give you a ten-term term. As long as there are no orders for the day, I will pay the head of the department for you. That will not help - I will write to the chief of Dalstroy. That I will introduce - I will pay for a new one in Radnarkom. Radnarkom bring in - I will write to the Synod, - shouting to Batko Petro.

The outfit was an old man who knew "the land of miracles" well: he knew that there could be the best speeches. I, having thought, I wondered about the whole history to the head doctor.

Golovnyy likar, which kolis buv not those of the minister, not those of the intercessor of the minister, delighting not to confront and to put a cross on the grave of the titty Paul.

Yaksho pop so vpevneno to speak, it means, here it is є. I know it. Everything can be, everything can be, - burmotiv colishny ministr.

They put a cross, the first cross on the whole storeroom. Yogo bulo can be seen far away. I want it to be a buv Edinim, the whole thing has taken a decent color look. All the walking ailments went astonished at the chrest. The first board of the bulwark is nailed with the inscription in the mourning frame. Zrobiti was finished by the old artist, as if there was another rik lying by the likarna. Vіn, vasne, not lying, but only registered on the sled, and all his hour he spent the whole hour on the masses, three kinds of copies were copied: " gold autumn"," Three rich people "and" Death of Ivan the Terrible. "

Ale the plank on the back of the titty Poli, the artist was later zrobiti. Having energized it, you need to write. The dress-up guy got into his lists.

I don’t know anything, except for іnіtsіalіv, - having said Vin. - Tymoshenko P. І. Write: Polina Ivanivna. She died on such and such a date.

An artist, you can't talk to your deputies, so you can write. And immediately through the tizden Petka Abramov appeared, tobto Batko Petro. Vin said that the trick to Paul is not Polina, but Paraskovia, and not Ivanivna, but Illivna. After seeing the date of the nation and pinching it, insert the letter into the grave. The writing was corrected in the presence of Father Peter.

Kravatka

How about the cursed kravattsi?

It's true of a special kind, it's true of action. Ale tse not draw, but raspovid. Yak me zrobiti yogo ricchu prose maybutnyogo - chim-nebud tell Saint-Exupery on the wall, which is a sign of good news to us.

For the past and the present, for success, it is necessary to write a letter written by kimos in kshtalt іnozemtsya in tіy kraіnі, about yaku wіn write. Having written from the point of view of people, - their interests, outlook, - middle wines, and nabuv calls, relish, look. The writing-book is written in mov quietly, from the moment you speak. I no more. As the writer knows the material for good, that for whom it is in writing is not the sound of the writer. The scribe changed, went over to the side of his material.

No need for nobility material zanadto. Such are all the writers of the past and the present day, ale the prose of the Maybut’s vimagin. It was not the writers who began to speak, but the people of the profession, who volodya's gift of writing. I smell the stench only about those, I know, bachili. Dignity is the axis of the power of the literature of the future.

And maybe buti, mirkuvannya here, to what and most importantly - try to guess, at all, Marus Kryukov, the kulgava of the devil, who was being bullied with a veron, took a sprinkle of blistering crunchy little egg pills. Veronal won for bread, for porridge, for a porch of settling at the sisters in the ward, which had been prescribed by Veronal. The paramedics knew about the trade in veronal and they sniffed the ailing kovtati a pill on their eyes, or the scorinka at the pill had a gorst, and if we were sick, we put the veronal on the cheek, or the language and I sent the power to the paramedic's entrance.

Marusya Kryukova didn’t fuck dozi. Vona didn’t die, її just whirled, and when she needed more help - the slunk was being poured out - Marusya was pissed off for overdrive. But all the tse bulo is significant from the history of the crawl.

Marusya Kryukova came to Japan in the 30th century. The daughter of the emigrant, who lives on the outskirts of Kyoto, Marusia and her brother joined the union "Turning to Russia", called the Radiansk embassy and in 1939 she rejected the Russian visa. At Vladivostok, Marusya was rescued at once by her comrades and her brother;

On the way, Marusia broke her leg, and if the basket grew older, she was brought to Kolima - the twenty-five term was lost. Marusya Bula is a great handicraftswoman, maestrina of vishivka - on vishivka, and Marusia's homeland lived in Kyoto.

On Kolimi tse in the memory of Marusia, the chiefs immediately showed up. Oy nikoli did not pay for the embroidery: to bring a piece of bread, two pieces of tsukru, cigarettes, - Marusya, however, didn’t need to smoke. І manual embroidery, a wonderful robot vartistu in a few hundred rubles was left in the hands of the authorities.

Feeling about the goodness of Kryukovo's arrangement, the chief of the sanitary department bowed Marusya to the lykarnya, and from the very hour Marusya was embracing the lykarka.

If the telephonogram came to the Radosphere, de Marusya pratsyuvala, send all the maystrin-handlers with a passing machine to the order ..., the head of the camp seized Marusya - the squad had a great job for the maistrina. Ale hto secretly wrote a denunciation to the chief authorities, and brought Marusia to justice. Kudi?

Two thousand kilometers stretch, the central Kolimska highway climbs - the highway of the middle of hills, gorges, stoves, slats, bridges ... there is no rail on the Kolimskoy highway. Ale everyone repeated і repeat here Nekrasovsku " zaliznytsya"- now fold the verses, if the text is complete. The road is prompted by all from the pick and the shovel, from the wheelbarrow and the drill ...

Through some hundreds of skin, there are five hundred kilometers on the highway, there are "directors' offices", an oversight hotel suite, which is in a special order of the director of Dalstroy, orchard of the governor-general of Kolimi. Tilki vin, after an hour of your trips around the old region, you can spend the night there. Dear kilimi, bronze and mirror. Original paintings - most of the names of painters of the first rank, on the shtalt of Shukhaev. Shuha buv on Kolimi ten rocks. In 1957, on Kuznetsky Most, Bula vistavka yogo robit, yogo book of life. Vona admired the light landscapes of Belgium and France, a self-portrait in Arlekin's golden jacket. Let's take a look at the Magadan period: two small oil portraits - a portrait of a squad and a self-portrait in a dark-brown gloom, two robots for ten years. In the portraits, there are people who have spoken terribly. Krim tsikh two portraits - especially theatrical decorations.

Pislya vіyni Shukhaeva zvіlnyayut. Vіn їde in Tbіlіsі - for a weekday, for a weekday, carry hatred until Pivnochі. Wines of evil. Win painting the picture "The Oath of Stalin in the Mountain" - by the pidlabuznitsky. Wines of evil. Portraits of drummers, leaders of the virobnitz. "Lady in Golden Cloth". Come to a blisk in the portrait of a tsomu nemaє - to be built, the artist will forget to himself about the avarice of pivnichniy palіtri. And everything. You can die.

For the "house of directorship" the artists wrote and copied:

"Ivan the Terrible is driving his sine", Shishkinskaya "Wounds in the fox". Tsi two pictures - the classics of khalturi.

Ale find there boules of vishivka. Shovkovy depend, curtains, portiri boules embellished with hand embroidery. Kilimkas, capes, towels - be it a ganchirka became an expensive one, because it was in the hands of the laid-down maestrin.

The director of Dalstroi spent the night in his "booths" - їkh bulo kіlka on the road - two or three times to the rіk. The whole last hour was checked by the watchman, the head of state administration, the cook and the manager of the "Budinkom";

Vishivati ​​depend on, capes and everything that I think of, brought here Masha Kryukova. Bully shche two maystrin, equal to Masha on the vigadoki. Russia is a land of change, a land of control. Mriya of a kind skinned Russian - і laid down, і vіlnonaymanogo, - well, he was put right, he didn’t, he didn’t bother. In Perche: I am the commander over the kimos. In a different way: they caught up with me. On the third: for such a robot, I think less, less straightforwardly. And on a quarter: remember the attack "In the trenches of Stalingrad" Nekrasov.

A woman, a member of the party, was placed over Masha and new knowledge of the boules, who saw the maestrians every day with material and threads. Until the end of the working day, she was picking up the robot and overturning it. The woman did not practice, but went through the states of the central hospital as a senior operative sister. Vona chatuvala retired, singing in the fact that only when you come in - and the shmatok of an important blue shawl doesn’t know.

Maystrin sounded long before such protection. If I wanted to fool a woman, they didn't bust it, really, really, they didn't steal the stench. All three bullets were condemned for the fifty-eighth statute.

Maystrin was placed in the tabor, in the zone, on the gates of the Union, like on all the taber zones of the Union, the unforgettable words were written: "Pratsya on the right, honor, on the right, glory, on the right, valor and heroism." I was the author of the quote ... The quote sounded ironic, marvelously coming to the senses, to the wickedness of the word "pratsya" in the camp. Pratsya was a good chef, but I’m not just glorious. In 1906, the state of affairs, in which they took the fate of the eseri, was published the book "On the other hand, the promises of Mikoli II". At the time of the coronation of the tsar, there were a lot of fights from the "Uryadovy visnik", and they were gathered from healthy toasts: "I am for the health of the Keksholm regiment", "I am for the health of the young chernigivtsi".

The healthy toasts were given to Peredmov, a showcase in jingo-patriotic tones: "All the wisdom of our great monarch is heard in these words like in a drop of water", - and T. D.

The collection of the boule collection was sent to Siberia.

What happened to people, like they wrote a quote about pratsyu on the gates of tabirnyh zones of the whole Radiansky Union? ..

In response to their behavior and success, the Maystrians were allowed to marvel at a movie for an hour of sessions to get stuck.

Sessions for vilnonaymanikh trochas for their own orders were rendered from the movie for linking.

Kinoaparat buv one - between parts buly interrupt.

Once they showed the film "Suffice the Simplicity to Every Wise Man". The Persha part has disappeared, it has fallen off, it has gone, the light has gone out, and it has gone out, and you will feel the trick of the cinema - you will be able to go to the screen.

They all became dull and screamed. Mekhanik obviously had mercy - they showed me a new part. Three hundred choloviks: there were frontline soldiers with orders, honored doctors, they came to the conference - everyone who bought tickets for the whole session for the villains shouted and kicked.

Mekhanik did not keep up "turning" the first part and giving a light to the hall. Todi all the intelligence, in which on the right. At the cinema, the patron of the head of the hospital from the state part Dolmatov appeared: he was impressed by the first part, and the film was shown in a collection.

Respected the other chastin, and everything went like a slid. Kolimska zvichai boules are seen by all: front-line soldiers - less, likars - more.

If the tickets were sold a little, the session would be gallant for everyone: the smallest song for the villains was the last rows, and the first rows were for those who were bogged down; zhynki zlіva, cholovіki right handed in the aisle. The passage through the hall for the gazes is chresto-like on some parts, and even more manually in the world of tabernacle rules.

The lame little girl, who was taken to the cinema, took a drink in the lykarnya, in the evening she saw it. Chambers of small todі have not yet been prompted; All of the appearances were placed in one of the bedrooms - fifty, not less. Marusya Kryukova had a meal to the doctor.

And what about her?

Osteomієlіt, - said hirurg Valentin Mykolajovych.

Lost leg?

Well, why the loss ...

I walked around to rob the dressing of Kryukovo and about life as well. After one day, the temperature dropped, and another day, Marusya was written.

I will give you a little crab - to you and Valentin Mikolayovich. Tse will be good kravatki.

Good, good, Marusya.

Smuzhka a shawl of the middle of tens of meters, hundreds of meters of fabric, embellished for a chain of changes in the "office of the directorship".

What about control?

I'll ask our Anni Andriyivnyi.

So, to be built, they called the peek-a-boo.

Anna Andriyivna allowed it. I am embroidering, embroidering, embroidering ... I do not know, how I explain it to you. Uvіyshov Dolmatov and vіdіbrav.

Yak vіdіbrav?

Well, I was hanging on. Valentin Mikolayovich is already ready. And yours is not rich. Syriy. The doors opened. "Cravatki vishivayte?" Having obshukav the bedside table. Sklav kravatka in the kishena and pishov.

Now guide you.

I don’t manage. Robot is still rich. Ale me so longed for you a little baby ...

Durnitsi, Marusya, I would not wear all one. Hiba to sell?

At the concert of tabіrnoi samodіyalnosti Dolmatov zapіznivya, like in a movie. Ogryadny, we are not twitching, we are not going to the first empty shop.

Kryukova took a day to see and waved her hands. I am aware of the signs of me.

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Pole's titty died in a lykarna from a shlunk cancer at fifty two rockies. Roztin confirmed the diagnosis of the drug. However, in our pathological diagnostics, the pathological diagnosis is very different from the clinics - so it is in the most beautiful and the most expensive ones.

The nickname of Paul's aunt was known only to the office. She didn’t remember the rightful call to visit the squad of the chief, who had a “day” at Polya's titular, so to speak, a servant.

I know everyone, that is such a day or a day, but I don’t know everything, what a stink you can get. The person of the inaccessible volodar of thousands of people is ready; certificate of weaknesses, of dark sides. Lyudin, you know this little side of the booth. A slave, ale and a non-uniform participant in the submarine, subterranean apartment building; a participant, at least, a sposter of domestic battles. Unspoken arbіtr in welds of a man and a squad. Leading the dignity of the family chief, multiplying his wealth, and not only economy and honesty. One such day-long merchant, after the head of a makhorkovy cigar, we sell it for ten rubles a cigarette. The camp chamber of the world і wag stood up, so that the makhorka could enter the sirnik box on a load of cigarettes, and the eight makhorka was stored in eight such boxes. Tsi come in hoarse til diyut at 1/8 of the territory of the Radiansky Union - at the whole Shidniy Siberia.

Our day has gone through a pack of makhorka of six hundred and forty rubles for a skin pack. Ale і tsya figure is not a bullet, as it seems to be a boundary. It is possible to nasipati the wrong boxes - the difference from the point of view may be uncomfortable, that one doesn’t want to cook with the boss’s day. You can turn more thin cigarettes. The whole twist is on the right of the hands and in the day. Our day was buying up makhorka from the chief for five hundred rubles per pack. A hundred-forty-ruble profit went into the teeming of the day.

Gentlemen, the titans Poli makhorka did not trade, and they didn’t bring the field to a new one. Titka Polya Bula is a great cook, and the days, as I know at kulіnaria, were especially expensive. A titular Pole could have taken - and was smartly taken - to force someone from fellow Ukrainians to an easy robot, or to include it in some sort of list for the audience. The help of Polya's titties to their fellow countrymen could be finished with seriousness. I won’t help them, hiba only happy.

Polya's tint was at the head of the business trip and thought that all of her ten “rockies” would live harmlessly.

Pole's titty was bold and unrequited and rightly respected that everybody could not help being a boss for a penny. Rozrahunki її proved true. She was her own people in the family of the chief, and even after the plan was given for the zing - she was guilty of the bule, which meant that the owner of the car on the digging house, deceased the brother of the chief, and the digger had been bothering about the sound.

Aleti Polya fell ill, it was getting worse, and it was taken to the hospital. The head lіkar was ordered, schob tіttsі The field was brought into the ward. Ten nap_vtrupami were thrown into the cold corridor, schob zv_lniti m_sce day the chief.

Likarnya pozhvavilas. Every day in the other half of the day, “vilisy” arrived, there were vantages; from the cabins we went by ladies in housings, we went through them - everyone pushed to the tichy Pole. The first titty of Fields insulted the skin: yaksho viduzhaє - to replace the word to the chief.

Shonedili limuzin ZIS-110 in'yzhzhav in the lykarnyan gates - tіttsі Pole carried a little bit, a note from the chief's squad.

Polya's tint gave everything to the nurses, tasted a spoon and gave them all. Khvoroba knew her own.

Aleh tita Polya could not help her. The first axis, once in the hospital, came from a note from the chief of the supervising officer - Father Petro, who called himself a dressage officer. Vispovidatsya, Paul's tint.

The supervised chief executive officer Petka Abramov. Everyone knew Yogo. Winnow lying at the top of the bed for the month of that. And at the same time tse buv Batko Petro.

Visit the monk having grabbed the whole lykarnya. Appear, in our area є priests! And the stench helps the bazhayuchi! At the largest ward for the likarny one - ward number two, de mіzh about the ward every evening, let’s talk about the poor gastronomy, in any case, not for the general appetite, but through the needs of the hungry people, they talked about the hungry people. Spovіd tіtki Polі.

Father Petro buv at the cap, in pea jackets. Wadded trousers tucked into old tarpaulin chobots. Hair boulevard is short - for an individual of the spiritual call, nabagato is shorter, less hairy dandies of fifty rockies. Father Petro rozsttebnuv pea jacket і tіlogriyku - became visible blakytna kosovorotka і great pectoral chrest. Tse buv is not a simple chrest, but a rozp'yattya - only self-contained, twisted with a little hand, albeit without the necessary tools.

Father Petro has spoken the title to Paul and Pishov. Vіn dovgo standing on the highway, pulling his hands, if the vantages approached. Two cars passed without loss. Todi father Petro is ready to go out of his bosom, I burned a cigarette, let it fly over my head, and the car began to play, drive the living room to the door of the cabin.

Paul's titan died, and they were buried in the drug storehouse. There is a great treasure trove down the mountain (instead of “die” the ailments were said to “eat down the hill”) with the common graves “A”, “B”, “V” and “D”, the decilkoma chord-shaped lines of graves are identical. Volodar, none of that squad, not father Peter, did not go to the funeral of the titty Paul. The rite of burial will be very special: the contractor has tied a tag with a number on the lion's head. Tse buv number of a special right. For the instruction number, the blame was for the writing of a simple black olivt, and not even a cheeky one, like on the lisy topographic benchmarks-Zates.

Zvichny burial grounds-sanitari showered the stones with the dry tints of Poli. The dressing-man has made a stick in the stones - I know with the same number of a special right.

A few days passed, and Father Petro appeared in the hospital. Vin has already spent some time on the tsvintari and at the same time making up in the office:

- Put the cross of the demand. Chrest.

- Well, - said the contractor.

The stench is cooked by the stench of dovgo. Nareshti Batko Petro naked:

- I give you a ten-term term. As long as there are no orders for the day, I will pay the head of the department for you. That will not help - I will write to the head of Dalstroy. That I will introduce - I will pay for a new one in Radnarkom. Radnarkom bring in - I will write to the Synod, - shouting to Batko Petro.

The dresser was an old man who knew well the "land of miracles": he knew that there could be good speeches. I, having thought, I wondered about the whole history to the head doctor.

Golovnyy likar, which kolis buv not those of the minister, not those of the intercessor of the minister, delighting not to confront and to put a cross on the grave of the titty Paul.

- Yaksho priest is so vague to say, it means, it's here є. It’s okay to know. Everything can be, everything can be, - burmotiv colishny ministr.

They put a cross, the first cross on the whole storeroom. Yogo bulo can be seen far away. I want it to be a buv Edinim, the whole thing has taken a decent color look. All the walking ailments went astonished at the chrest. The first board of the bulwark is nailed with the inscription in the mourning frame. Zrobiti was finished by the old artist, as if there was another rik lying by the likarna. Vіn, vasne, not lying, but only registered on the sled, and all his hour he spent three types of copies on the masses: "Zolota Osen", "Three rich" and "Death of Ivan the Terrible". The artist swears that he can write copies with the closed eyes. All the village and likarnyans were the chiefs of the village.

Ale the plank on the back of the titty Poli, the artist was later zrobiti. Having energized it, you need to write. The dress-up guy got into his lists.

- I don’t know anything, except for іnіtsіalіv, - having said win. - Tymoshenko P. І. Write: Polina Ivanivna. She died on such and such a date.

An artist, you can't talk to your deputies, so you can write. And immediately through the tizden Petka Abramov appeared, tobto Batko Petro. Vin said that the trick to Paul is not Polina, but Paraskovia, and not Ivanivna, but Illivna. After seeing the date of the nation and pinching it, insert the letter into the grave. The writing was corrected in the presence of Father Peter.

How about the cursed kravattsi?

It's true of a special kind, it's true of action. Ale tse not draw, but raspovid. Yak me zrobiti yogo ricchu prose maybutnyogo - chim-nebud tell Saint-Exupery on the wall, which is a sign of good news to us.

For the past and the present, for success, it is necessary to write a letter written by kimos in kshtalt іnozemtsya in tіy kraіnі, about yaku wіn write. Having written from the point of view of people, - their interests, outlook, - middle wines, and nabuv calls, relish, look. The writing-book is written in mov quietly, from the moment you speak. I no more. As the writer knows the material for good, that for whom it is in writing is not the sound of the writer. The scribe changed, went over to the side of his material.

No need for nobility material zanadto. Such are all the writers of the past and the present day, ale the prose of the Maybut’s vimagin. It was not the writers who began to speak, but the people of the profession, who volodya's gift of writing. I smell the stench only about those, I know, bachili. Dignity is the axis of the power of the literature of the future.

And maybe buti, mirkuvannya here, to what and most importantly - try to guess, at all, Marus Kryukov, the kulgava of the devil, who was being bullied with a veron, took a sprinkle of blistering crunchy little egg pills. Veronal won for bread, for porridge, for a porch of settling at the sisters in the ward, which had been prescribed by Veronal. The paramedics knew about the trade in veronal and they sniffed the ailing kovtati a pill on their eyes, or the scorinka at the pill had a gorst, and if we were sick, we put the veronal on the cheek, or the language and I sent the power to the paramedic's entrance.

Marusya Kryukova didn’t fuck dozi. Vona didn’t die, її just whirled, and when she needed more help - the slunk was being poured out - Marusya was pissed off for overdrive. But all the tse bulo is significant from the history of the crawl.

Marusya Kryukova came to Japan in the 30th century. The daughter of the emigrant, who lives on the outskirts of Kyoto, Marusia and her brother joined the union "Turning to Russia", called the Radiansky embassy and in 1939 she rejected the Russian visa. At Vladivostok, Marusya was rescued at once by her comrades and her brother;

On the way, Marusia broke her leg, and if the basket grew older, she was brought to Kolima - the twenty-five term was lost. Marusya Bula is a great handicraftswoman, maestrina of vishivka - on vishivka, and Marusia's homeland lived in Kyoto.

On Kolimi tse in the memory of Marusia, the chiefs immediately showed up. Oy nikoli did not pay for the embroidery: to bring a piece of bread, two pieces of tsukru, cigarettes, - Marusya, however, didn’t need to smoke. І manual embroidery, a wonderful robot vartistu in a few hundred rubles was left in the hands of the authorities.

Feeling about the goodness of Kryukovo's arrangement, the chief of the sanitary department bowed Marusya to the lykarnya, and from the very hour Marusya was embracing the lykarka.

If the telephonogram came to the Radosphere, de Marusya pratsyuvala, send all the maystrin-handlers with a passing machine to the order ..., the head of the camp seized Marusya - the squad had a great job for the maistrina. Ale hto secretly wrote a denunciation to the chief authorities, and brought Marusia to justice. Kudi?

Two thousand kilometers stretch, the central Kolimska highway climbs - the highway of the middle of hills, gorges, stoves, slats, bridges ... there is no rail on the Kolimskoy highway. Ale everyone repeated and repeated here Nekrasov's "Zaliznytsia" - to fold the verses, if the whole text is attached. The road is prompted all from the pick and the shovel, from the wheelbarrow and the drill ...

Through the skin of a few hundred - five hundred kilometers on the road, there are “directors' offices”, an oversight hotel suite, which is in a special order of the director of Dalstroy, orchard of the governor-general of Kolimi. Tilki vin, after an hour of your trips around the old region, you can spend the night there. Dear kilimi, bronze and mirror. Original paintings - most of the names of painters of the first rank, on the shtalt of Shukhaev. Shuha buv on Kolimi ten rocks. In 1957, on Kuznetsky Most, Bula vistavka yogo robit, yogo book of life. Vona admired the light landscapes of Belgium and France, a self-portrait in Arlekin's golden jacket. Let's take a look at the Magadan period: two small oil portraits - a portrait of a squad and a self-portrait in a dark-brown gloom, two robots for ten years. In the portraits, there are people who have spoken terribly. Krim tsikh two portraits - especially theatrical decorations.

Pislya vіyni Shukhaeva zvіlnyayut. Vіn їde in Tbіlіsі - for a weekday, for a weekday, carry hatred until Pivnochі. Wines of evil. Win painting the picture "The Oath of Stalin in the Mountain" - by the pidlabuznitsky. Wines of evil. Portraits of drummers, leaders of the virobnitz. "Lady in Golden Cloth". Come to a blisk in the portrait of a tsomu nemaє - to be built, the artist will forget to himself about the avarice of pivnichniy palіtri. And everything. You can die.

For the "booth of the directorship" the artists wrote and copied:

"Ivan the Terrible is driving his sine", Shishkinskaya "Wounds in the fox". Tsi two pictures - the classics of khalturi.

Ale find there boules of vishivka. Shovkovy depend, curtains, portiri boules embellished with hand embroidery. Kilimkas, capes, towels - be it a ganchirka became an expensive one, because it was in the hands of the laid-down maestrin.

The director of Dalstroi spent the night in his "booths" - їkh bulo kіlka on the road - two or three times on the rіk. The whole last hour was checked by the watchman, the head of state administration, the cook and the manager of the "boudin", who were the people from the vilnonaymanih, who could get the percentage allowance for the robot at the Extreme Pvnochі, they checked, got ready, "drowned the stove, wake up".

Vishivati ​​depend on, capes and everything that I think of, brought here Masha Kryukova. Bully shche two maystrin, equal to Masha on the vigadoki. Russia is a land of change, a land of control. Mriya of a kind skinned Russian - і laid down, і vіlnonaymanogo, - well, he was put right, he didn’t, he didn’t bother. In Perche: I am the commander over the kimos. In a different way: they caught up with me. On the third: for such a robot, I think less, less straightforwardly. And on a quarter: remember the attack "In the trenches of Stalingrad" by Nekrasov.

A woman, a member of the party, was placed over Masha and new knowledge of the boules, who saw the maestrians every day with material and threads. Until the end of the working day, she was picking up the robot and overturning it. The woman did not practice, but went through the states of the central hospital as a senior operative sister. Vona chatuvala retired, singing in the fact that only when you come in - and the shmatok of an important blue shawl doesn’t know.

Maystrin sounded long before such protection. If I wanted to fool a woman, they didn't bust it, really, really, they didn't steal the stench. All three bullets were condemned for the fifty-eighth statute.

Maystrin was placed in the tabor, in the zone, on the gates of the Union, like in all the taber zones of the Union, the unforgettable words were written: "Pratsya on the right, honor, on the right, glory, on the right, valor and heroism." I was the author of the quotation ... The quotation sounded ironic, marvelous, going to the senses, to the wickedness of the word "pratsya" in the camp. Pratsya was a good chef, but I’m not just glorious. In 1906, the state of affairs, in which they took the fate of the eseri, was published a book "On the other hand, the promises of Mikoli II." At the time of the coronation of the tsar, there were a lot of fights from the "Uryadovy visnik" and were made up of healthy toasts: "I am for the health of the Keksholmsky regiment", "I am for the health of the young chernigivtsiv".

The healthy toasts were given to Peredmov, a showcase in jingoistic patriotic tones: “In these words, like in a drop of water, all the wisdom of our great monarch is recognized,” - and T. D.

The collection of the boule collection was sent to Siberia.

What happened to people, like they wrote a quote about pratsyu on the gates of tabirnyh zones of the whole Radiansky Union? ..

In response to their behavior and success, the Maystrians were allowed to marvel at a movie for an hour of sessions to get stuck.

Sessions for vilnonaymanikh trochas for their own orders were rendered from the movie for linking.

Kinoaparat buv one - between parts buly interrupt.

Once they showed the film "To make it easy for every wise man." The Persha part has disappeared, it has fallen off, it has gone, the light has gone out, and it has gone out, and you will feel the trick of the cinema - you will be able to go to the screen.

They all became dull and screamed. Mekhanik obviously had mercy - they showed me a new part. Three hundred choloviks: there were frontline soldiers with orders, honored doctors, they came to the conference - everyone who bought tickets for the whole session for the villains shouted and kicked.

Mekhanik didn’t keep up “cranking” the first part and giving a light to the hall. Todi all the intelligence, in which on the right. At the cinema, the patron of the head of the hospital from the state part Dolmatov appeared: he was impressed by the first part, and the film was shown in a collection.

Respected the other chastin, and everything went like a slid. Kolimska zvichai boules are seen by all: front-line soldiers - less, likars - more.

If the tickets were sold a little, the session would be gallant for everyone: the smallest song for the villains was the last rows, and the first rows were for those who were bogged down; zhynki zlіva, cholovіki right handed in the aisle. The passage through the hall for the gazes is chresto-like on some parts, and even more manually in the world of tabernacle rules.

The lame little girl, who was taken to the cinema, took a drink in the lykarnya, in the evening she saw it. Chambers of small todі have not yet been prompted; All of the appearances were placed in one of the bedrooms - fifty, not less. Marusya Kryukova had a meal to the doctor.

- And what about her?

- Osteomієlіt, - said hirurg Valentin Mykolajovych.

- Lost leg?

- Well, why the loss ...

I walked around to rob the dressing of Kryukovo and about life as well. After one day, the temperature dropped, and another day, Marusya was written.

- I will give you a crawfish - to you and Valentin Mikolayovich. Tse will be good kravatki.

- Good, good, Marusya.

Smuzhka a seam of the middle of tens of meters, hundreds of meters of fabric, embellished for a knot of changes in the "office of the directorship".

- And control?

- I'll ask our Anni Andriyivnya.

So, to be built, they called the peek-a-boo.

- Anna Andriyivna allowed. I am embroidering, embroidering, embroidering ... I do not know, how I explain it to you. Uvіyshov Dolmatov and vіdіbrav.

- Yak vіdіbrav?

- Well, I was. Valentin Mikolayovich is already ready. And yours is not rich. Syriy. The doors opened. "Cravatki vishivayte?" Having obshukav the bedside table. Sklav kravatka in the kishena and pishov.

- Now guide you.

- I don’t manage. Robot is still rich. Ale me so longed for you a little baby ...

- Durnitsi, Marusya, I would not wear all one. Hiba to sell?

At the concert of tabіrnoi samodіyalnosti Dolmatov zapіznivya, like in a movie. Ogryadny, we are not twitching, we are not going to the first empty shop.

Kryukova took a day to see and waved her hands. I am aware of the signs of me.

- Kravatka, krawatka!

I stood up to look at the boss's bed. Kravatka Dolmatova boulevard siriy, vіzerunkovy, high yakosti.

- Your kravatka! - shouted Marusya. - Yours, about Valentin Mikolayovich!

Dolmatov sent to his shop, depending on the old-fashioned way, and a self-help concert.

taiga gold

"Small zone" - tse overpowering. " Great zone»- the tabir of the Girsk management - not endless low-level barracks, arehtantsky streets, a fence from a thorny dart, vartovy vezhі in winter, similar to spackles. A small dilenka has more than a barbed dart, more than a dart, more locks and clamps - even there live, transit, from which you can check whether you are.

The architecture of the small zone is ideal. There is one square barrack, magnificent, de nari in chotiri on top of і de "legal" mіsts not less than five hundred. This means that it is necessary that there are thousands of them. It's winter at once, there are few stages, and the zone in the middle is built up as empty as possible. The barrack has not yet risen to hang in the middle - there are steam, on the walls of ice. At the entrance - a majestic electric lamp in a thousand bells. The lamp either shines or lights up with a loose light - the energy supply is not correct.

During the day sleep zone. At night, doors open, people appear with lists in their hands by the lamp, and in hoarse, chilled voices, they shout names. Those who were victorious, hang out with pea jackets on all uudziki, crochet through the doors and get to know each other. Beyond the threshold of the check, the convoy, here fists the motors of the vantazhivoks, who are packed to carry them to the digging, to the radospi, to the road dealerships ...

I may be lying here - not far from the doors on the lower bunks. It's cold downstairs, ale upward, de warmer, I don’t bother, I’m going to throw me down: there’s a place for quiet, who’s stronger, and for everything for the villains. So I don’t go up the gatherings, we will nailed it with flowers to the stop. Below me is more beautiful. As soon as there is a super-stream for the place on the lower bunks, I popovz go down.

I can’t bite or bite, I want to get a good prison fight. Surrounding space - a prison cell, an arehtantsky carriage, barnacle tightness - dictated priyomi drowning, a bite, a fracture. Ale at a time of strength is dumb and for tsyogo. I can just grumble, swear. I am fighting for a skin day, for a skin day, every day. The skin clap tila is suggested by my behavior.

I don't wink in the first place, but I didn’t get the hang of it, I want a trick for me є, without jamming, tightly.

The doors close behind me, and I stand in the vestibule.

The brigade - twenty cholovik, is a very high standard for one car, it costs more than the front doors, from which a thick frosty steam vibrates.

Dresser and senior escort bring in and look at people. And on the right, there is one more little person - in a quilted shirt, in quilted trousers, in wushants, waving with hooded mittens, leggings. Something else and demand. They carried me the style once, when I knew the law thoroughly.

Lyudina with leggings is a representative who will accept people, who will not accept.

The viguku attire can be called an alias for a second voice - just like that, shouting at the majestic ram. I am amazed only at the lude with leggings.

- Do not take me, the boss of the big man. I am not going to get sick and not going to digging. I need to go to the lykarnya.

The representative kolivaetsya - on the diggers, booths, youmu said that if they didn’t see robots who didn’t need digging. It was for some reason that I arrived myself.

Representative of the review. My pea jackets are torn, a sweatshirt is greasy without udziks, it’s hard to scratch in lice combing, hanchrock trimming, like tied fingers, motuzkova bloated on our feet, motuzkova at sixty, very cold to cold all tse means.

The representative took the chervoniy olivets and with a firm hand lifted my prince.

- Come on, you bastard, - as if I was the contractor zoni.

The first doors are visible, and I know all the middle of the small zones. The misce was already occupied, but I saw the one who was on my place to the side. That one is not happy to grumble, ale not to calm down.

And I blink like a dream, and I prowl through the first sherry. I vvchivsya prokidatsya, yak zvіr, yak wild boar, without napivsnu.

I open my eyes. From the upper bunks the leg hangs in maturity to the border, albeit all the shoes, and not to the official cherevik. A brute thug vinnikє in front of me and seemingly wander up the hill in the youthful voice of a homosexual.

- Tell Valyusha, - to speak to the invisible on the upper bunks, - who brought the artists ...

- Currency will be bought: hto stink?

- Artists from kultbrigadi. Magician and two spivaks. One spivak kharbinsky.

- Lead їkh.

I pushed my way to the edge of the bunk. Three people stood at the lamp: two in jackets, one at a muscovite woman. On the guise of the mustache, the image was awe.

- Tse I, - shockingly raised the cholovik at the bekesh.

- Valyusha tell him to sleep well.

- Russian? French? Італійський? English? - having nourished, vityagayuchi uphill, sp_vak.

- Valyusha saying: Russian.

- And the convoy? Can you do it silently?

- Nishcho ... nischo ... Go ahead, yak in Harbin.

Spіvak vіdіyshov and filling in the verses of the Toreador. Cold steam vilitav with cutaneous vidih.

- Valyusha saying: yaku, not a song.

Zblidliy spivak spivav:

Noise, gold, noise, gold,
My gold taiga
Oh, Veit, roads, one and only,
In our region ...

- Valyusha saying: good.

Spіvak zitchnuv lodged. Mokriy from hvilyuvannya forehead paved and standing nimbum near the head of the spivak. Doloneu spivak viter pit, і nim znik.

From above they threw off a torn tilogriyku.

Spіvak flyers have known the "Muscovite" and nadіv tіlogriyku.

Kharbinsky spivak and his comrades were turned up in the barrack fog.

I leaned closer, curled up, thrusting my hands into the sleeves of the tilogrika and falling asleep.

I, hesitated, at the same time threw himself in the direction of a loud, viral whisper:

- At thirty somu in Ulan Bator, we go along the streets with a friend. An hour to come. On rose - Chinese ad. Come in. Marvel at the menu: Chinese dumplings. I am a Siberian, I know Siberian, Ural dumplings. And then the Chinese raptom. We took hundreds of them. Lord Kitaєts smithe: "There will be a lot of things," - and the mouth raztyagu to vuh. "Well, ten each?" More easily: "There will be a lot of things." "Well, by steam!" Having zoned the shoulder, pishov to the kitchen, it’s hard to eat the dumplings from the bottom, everything is filled with hot fat. Well, we had half a dumplings for two s and went.

- And the axis I ...

I am not listening to the zusilli of the will, I am shining in the knowledge. I propose to the smell of dim. Here are eels, in the evil kingdom, to smoke. There is evil with a makhorochny cigar down, and a gostry licorice smell Dima woke up everyone below.

I know a whisper:

- At the district committee, in Pivnichny, there are a lot of nedopalkiv, God my, my God! Polya's titty, the tidier, kept barking and didn't bother. And I am not smart, but also tyutyunovy, chinarik, scourge.

I know I'm blushing.

Htos smikє me for the leg. Tse a contractor. Fired up the eyes of yogo evil. Vin to put me in the swarthy light at the door.

- Well, - kazhe vin, - you don't want to go to digging.

- And in the radgosp? At the teplii radgosps, the devil took you away, he himself poyhav.

- And on the road? Mitli v'yazati. Mitli v'yazati, think.

“I know,” I say, “we’ll knock this year's midship, and tomorrow we’ll have a wheelbarrow in hand.”

- What do you want?

- At the lykarnyu! I'm sick.

The dressier will write down in the dressing room. After three days, a paramedic and wiklik me come to the small zone, put a thermometer, look at the furuncles on the back, rub in the ointment.