eye?. The wolfhound knew the appearance. Sober people usually were careful with
to them to communicate. Drunk, on the contrary, began to lift up it. On
to last resort when saw it for the first time. He despaired long ago to understand why.
The wolfhound intercepted the fist which directed to it in a face and slightly carried out
the big fellow forward, helping to lose balance and to lean an armpit on
the exposed shoulder. Also sent the moving man by himself to pass between
ladder and tables, having properly put about a floor. In fight it, perhaps
would bang the guy about a step and for certain broke to him a back, but now fight not
was - an ordinary fight. It happened to it to earn additionally the bouncer in
roadside taverns. Local fighters quickly enough acquired that
it is better to wave fists somewhere in other place. Though any
the broken head on its account was not.
The wolfhound still kept at a ladder, having solved it постеречь. And
correctly made: after a while the prostrate moving man began to move
on a floor also began to rise. And not just to rise. His hand persistently lasted
to a sheath on a belt.
Surprising business, the Wolfhound, well why the majority sighed about himself
people are imagined that become twice more considerably and grozny, costs to them
to grab a knife?. The wolfhound would manage to kill the guy thirty three times,
so far that got up. And barehanded. All right, let goes if mind
no....
And that went, godlessly swearing and - as it seemed to him - very much
skillfully marking from below up the serious sizes a knife. Here such detinushka and
create in drunk waste goodness knows what. And when hop disappears and
comes it is time to answer, bellow and are terrified by own
to likhodeystvo. Which cannot be remembered plainly. And compassionate
the people readily cry and ask judges not to take a sin on soul,
not to ruin the put-off "baby", it to regret youth, not to disgrace
parental gray hairs.
Let's put, that, connected above, would manage to catch the servant...
Did not begin to mutilate the strapper Volkodav nevertheless, though considered that followed
. It was curved aside, avoiding blow (and it would be not so quick,
would receive all six vershoks of iron directly in guts) then bent
to the guy the elbow also picked up the dropped-out knife. "The black-and-white swallow drinks on
to summer from the mountain river". The moving man howled from pain and tried to get a vein
fist, but the short movement of both hands calmed him on a floor again.
Now for a long time.
The wolfhound took off a belt from the prishiblenny moving man and abandoned him upward
ladders from where already illegible growl of connected rushed. Venn
saw how the pale uncombed sluzhanochka looked out of darkness of a corridor
also took away a belt. Interestingly, how many belts it will collect, till
at last policemen will not be. Or they kept up so a dispute not everywhere as
then in Varokh's workshop, for imaginary Zhadoboy?.
He judged unfairly. Hardly he managed to think of policemen as they
with footfall became hollow inside through kitchen: probably, from the street, on which they
came running, so was bystry. Them not less than ten, all came tearing along
young, strong and been in a forceful mood. Took out idlers to the yard, precisely
wave. The wolfhound carried out by eyes of that and others and thought that now
business somehow will come to the end also without it. It turned to a vskhod,
being going to rise upward and to visit, what about three doctors... And
stopped, growing cold with the most real fear. Fight for a while
distracted it; and suddenly there... and suddenly Mysha already...
At this time from the yard shouts were heard. In shouts the rage sounded and
pain, and the Wolfhound looked back. Shouts were followed by loud cottons,
which only the whip could make. A whip brought highly experienced and
skillful hand. The wolfhound frowned. Then gloomy clenched teeth and went on
porch. He very much did not love whips. And when under a whip shout - too.
In the yard one of drunkards really defended. Taken
policemen in a ring, the moving man did not admit them to himself, frightening heavy
long scourge from those that even on a board leave a mark. Drunk or
sober, owned he him as own hand. Policemen, of course, could
to crumple it number, but for this purpose someone had to step the first. And
to receive properly. A bloody strip through all belly, if not beaten out
eye. All this was understood, and there were a few persons interested. Here jumped aside
Aptakhar also hard sat down down to the ground, swearing on-segvansk’s and on-solvennski: on
to its trouser-leg near a knee blood appeared. Avdika remembered hairy too
Heggova of a shulna for the father, but the cut end of a whip also rushed to revenge
right there broke off a shirt on its side. Young сегван cried in a voice and,
having fallen, it was hasty rolled away away. Considered Aptakhar and Avdika Volkodav the
friends. Not especially close, but nevertheless. He saw how one of
policemen were lifted from the earth by onions and pulled from Tula an arrow.
The wolfhound silently went forward, and the policeman lowered onions, and the others
it is interested turned back. The moving man was obviously capable to remove a whip of a gadfly
with an ear of any of the draft horses, without having disturbed at the same time
strands of wood. Whether it sometime quilted horses, the Wolfhound thought. No,
it is unlikely. Probably, he loved them and protected. In Bright mountains
supervisors, sometimes, too indulged приблудившуюся living creatures...
The wolfhound felt that he flies into a rage. He understood that now again
will do a stupid thing, but this thought passed some edge of consciousness, and a leg
already carried him forward, towards to loudly clicking whip. Happened,
the supervisor came to a duel with the strong slave, without having other weapon,
except a whip. Also it usually was enough. If the moving man was less drunk, he,
perhaps, would look narrowly at the person Volkodava and got away carelessly. But it
did not begin to look narrowly. He burst out laughing and stegnut a vein a whip. Or rather,
that place where veins was a moment ago. The wolfhound already flew to him,
being spread in a jump. The left hand which is thrown out forward, a death grip
squeezed a whip handle. Meanwhile as right it developed in a fist and...
Before his intellectual look the little old woman appeared astride
quiet, myshasty color burro.
She strictly looked at the Wolfhound and shook finger at him, reproachfully
shaking the head.
Veins stopped, understanding that it was very close to murder. Even worse,
than then, on the mooring. Something terrible rushed outside and, stopped at
the edge, crept away in darkness of soul again. Shame and shame. And science on
future.
It seems, only one moving man did not understand that he nearly died. To it,
the truth, was especially and there is no time to think over it because the Wolfhound
did without fist - simply kicked it in a knee and сшиб from legs.
The jumped-up policemen in
a flash twisted the idler.
- And you, veins, and can kill, - the foreman thoughtfully told the Wolfhound.
That was late thought that precisely pulled out fish breathes, and thought,
as it was necessary to understand these words. How praise? Or perhaps as
caution? Neither nor in the friend Volkodav did not need that. And however,
probably, not for nothing decent people did not want to hire it.
- Perhaps also I can, - he muttered through clenched teeth and turned to go.
- Wait a moment, veins, - the foreman stopped it. The wolfhound looked back, and the soldier
transferred it the belt which is taken off from the moving man:
- Hold. You beat, you and to own.
The wolfhound washed the floor. It was one more reliable way to knock off fairly
payment for a table and billeting. The wolfhound knew that the hostess will hardly leave him
voluntary work without mercy attention. Still he knew that early or
almost inevitable snickers concerning men, will late begin before
the women who got used to obey, that to them any more and women's work at all.
Remarks about improper work of the skilled convict to get was
it is difficult. If poisonous languages too were dismissed, it shortened them
proven means, as simple, as also reliable. Turned
the person also rose in all growth. Worked smoothly. In any case,
on sober people.
Having taken off a shirt and having rolled up trousers knee-deep, the Wolfhound swept out outside straw,
which on solvennsky custom covered a floor. Dunked a rag and
began to rub floor boards in a corner, under one of tables. And almost at once,
absolutely inopportunely, through a threshold the person stepped.
The wolfhound squinted eyes and recognized in him one of yesterday's idlers. Togo
strong who had to be calmed twice. Under an eye at the guy
magnificent bruise flaunted and a neck on the parties he tried
not to twist especially. What did he lose here? Decided to pay back?. Wolfhound
indifferently turned away from it and again turned to work.
Some time the moving man silently shifted from one foot to the other, looking as
evenly his back moves. The wolfhound did not look back, and at last behind
shy was heard:
- Hey, veins...
The wolfhound slowly turned the head. The huge guy squeezed in
palms a leather cap, it was also felt that one hand hurts it to
this time. That is the detinushka had not a so cocky look. It is rather
on the contrary: confused and even asking. Just in case the Wolfhound did not become
to answer, but put a rag. Let's listen that will tell.
And the guy, without raising eyes, asked:
- Give me my belt with a knife, veins. Through brown suntan on his face
bright crimson paint appeared. He was rumpled also added absolutely quietly:
- Please...
The wolfhound squated, put hands on a lap and took an interest,
looking at it from below up:
- And for what reason you to give it to me? That did not venture
to look it fool in the face and the Wolfhound thought that to redden similar
in the way it was possible only with shame.
- To me... from the father it... - looking aside, answered сольвенн.
At the Wolfhound at the bottom of a knapsack the treasure was stored:
old-prestary hammer with which his father once worked. Only thing
the heritage which by miracle passed to it from relatives. The wolfhound would agree rather
to chop off to itself a hand, than to lose it. And here to the simpleton it was necessary to it
to come back home and tell there as preserved a parental instruction.
That lost it not in the right fight, protecting life of the friend or good. That
got drunk drunk and foolishly threatened a treasured knife on the passer a vein,
as it became clear, too dexterous to fight...
The wolfhound was about to order to be rolled out to the good fellow while the going is good from
taverns. But looked once again on densely - a crimson ugly face young
solvenna... also changed the mind. The guy, apparently, did not forget shame yet, and at
Wolfhound, the person not kind, something moved
inside. Having thrown a rag, he rose to the feet, having noted about himself as
the unfortunate fighter moved back, and left on a vskhoda upward. Remembered the benefit which from
three belts it was taken away from the applicant.
Nonvolatile Mysh slept on a pillow, entirely swaddled in a pure rag.
Outside only the big-eared head yes back pads looked out. Mending
wing was crowned with excellent success, but just in case Tilorn almost not
allowed a small animal to wake up: only for food and that not completely.
Dozing Mysh swallowed of bread with milk and again with pleasure fell asleep, without turning
slightest attention to a bandage. The wolfhound wanted to stroke a finger
black muzzle, but did not venture. Took a belt and left also quietly, as well as
entered.
The annoying, the knife was much better than two remained: long, with
strong, good work as a blade and smooth bone handle. Handle
this to say the truth, entered the Wolfhound into some doubt. It looked
not ottsovy heritage, and it is rather so as if it was bought at the bargaining week
back. Let's tell, put instead of old, cracked. Wolfhound
got accustomed to an edge. The skillful smith arranged between iron strips
thin steel plate: wearing out during the work, such blades itself
sharpen. Here only the edge was not erased or eaten away near at all
the bases as it happens at old knives.
The wolfhound shrugged shoulders. It is unlikely the guy told lies to it. If he lied,
means, or itself was a fool, or held him for the gloomy fool.
Both to that and to another it was a little similar. More likely, old father
really presented to the successor a knife. Only not pradedovskiya, and still
lukewarm, from an anvil. You never know in life happens. The wolfhound took a belt
also came downstairs down.
He went on steps and thought that he, probably, owed something
to tell. Something about that it was not shamed any more. He knew that
will keep silent. To tell it uselessly. There is no Rozhony mind, will not give and
scientist. And is, everything will understand.
It gave to the guy a knife, and that just did not fall heavily before it on knees:
- Thanks, veins...
The wolfhound turned to him a back and pulled out a rag from a bucket.
In the tiny room intended for one and only
the person, it appeared already four lodgers. Weather kept warm, and
The wolfhound decided that someone should leave to spend the night to the yard. And it is better,
if to two. The wolfhound judged that he will be one of two. The second
... He removed with wooden nailing the old woolen raincoat and called
Evrikh:
- Went.
The young arrant moved after him obediently, though without big
desires. But hardly he managed to take a step as by it sliped
Niilit.
- Better I... - she told and, having been confused almost to tears, low
hung the fluffy head. Evrikh stared at it in mute amazement.
The wolfhound looked at the girl, then at cheerfully squinting Tilorn.
Shortly nodded and hung up a raincoat on a hand.
Evrikh carried out them b
y eyes...
- What treasure! - he told, believing that the Wolfhound could not it any more
to hear. - What treasure! And to what animal got!.
Tilorn sat down on a bed and smiled broadly. Unlike Evrikh, they with
Wolfhound well knew the sakkaremsky law: to the young girl in any
case it is not necessary to spend the night alone with the person whom she considers
the groom.
- Niilit really treasure, - he told Evrikh. - And in
the rest, my friend, you are mistaken. Very even you are mistaken!
The wolfhound brought several armfuls of straw which it was supposed
for the next day to scatter on a floor of tavern. Niilit laid a warm old raincoat,
took off shoes and fell asleep soon, having as usual curled up.
The wolfhound lay near it and looked into the pale sky, listening to muffled
noise of the calming-down city. Bock and a hip felt gentle, trustful heat it
bodies, and the Wolfhound remembered seen once in the childhood; enormous
the terrible dog who stretched on the sun at a porch... and small
the three-colored kitten with a short tail-morkovochkoy who settled near
his muzzle, in some vershok from terrible canines...
Then he in which already time thought of the girl whose crystal bead
still hung at it on a thong. The wolfhound smiled. It it is obligatory
will find for it. In several years when it enters age of the bride. And
if until then not to kill him. Perhaps it by then absolutely
will forget the gloomy guy sitting under a pink apple-tree. Or perhaps and not
will forget. Start up everything it will be made as the Hostess Sudeb measured. Let
to itself goes in marriage for whom will wish, whether for it, not for it. The wolfhound knew,
that he will be all the same grateful to this girl for the rest of the natural. Therefore
that she explained to him that he after all is living. Eleven years before
it it was dead. Even it is worse than the dead. How still to call the person, one thousand
time leaving death only to kill another
the person and to die most?. And only that evening for the first time trembled in it
the exposed to frost piece of ice which other people called soul, for the first time
heat particle moved in a breast...
The twenty-three-year-old man because of a gray hair and scars looking on everything
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