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To the city of Moscow there was othodnik from collective farm "Winner" Simeon Sartorius. It was the person of small growth, with the inexact wide person similar to a countryside on whom there was an ambiguous expression — a smile about a mouth and gloomy concentration in not clear eyes. Its fatherly surname was not Sartorius, and ZHujboroda, and mother the peasant took out it once in the interiors, near to the warm chewed rye bread. Instead of a usual trunk and plotnichego tool Sartorius bore in hands a case from a violin, but in a case, except cold pancakes and a meat piece, was nothing. The collective farm was from Moscow almost in hundred kilometres and near to the railway; however Sartorius, having waited trains, has not sat down on it: to the people was much, about a ticket office there were quarrels, it would not like to spoil hearts — and another's, that has bothered already in the expired millenia. It has gone on foot among the surrounding nature: at it ahead it is a lot of time
- Years forty continuous lives; on a court yard of all country there is a good weather, July. How much it is possible to change the mind thoughts, to recollect forgotten, to go through unknown during the empty road, — movement of feet and a wind always adjust consciousness in a head and develop force in heart. In Moscow Sartorius was in office of conservatory and has shown there the travelling paper. In it it was informed, that the Tishansky Village Soviet together with collective farm "Winner" board direct tov. Seeds Jakovlevicha Sartoriusa on uchene; money for pravouchene if they are necessary, the collective farm will write down on the credit and simultaneously will not leave in need most Sartoriusa, that is begins to feed with its nature until it is required, equally and to send money to it on equipment and current cultural pleasures. The presidium of the Village Soviet and collective farm board asked to concern to Sartoriusu as the person expensive to them, many times solving game on a violin difficult questions of a life which to tell it is impossible and if tells — it will be unfavourable. However its violin is stolen now by the unknown enemy and is not in hands, there was only a case, and Sartoriusu money for corresponding acquisition are given. In case of damage of character or belief Sartoriusa — from influences of a public life — the request to inform, that means of a public economy have gone for destruction of the good person. In conservatory have told Sartoriusu, that now there is a summer, and reception will be in the autumn, therefore it is necessary to be limited only to place granting in a hostel.
- All it is correct, but at me terpenja is not present, — has told Sartorius. — you live after all every minute when to wait!
- Well somehow, — the employee has informed. — to write you the warrant to a hostel, or how?
- Whether it is not enough me everything, — has minded dissatisfied Sartorius. — My hostel — all USSR... Wait for me by the autumn, there it will be visible... Having left conservatory, Sartorius has gone on shops to search to itself for a new violin. It tried them on a sound and on oshchushchene a material, but they something did not like it, notes sounded, but did not leave a tree in space. Wandering on a city further, Sartorius everywhere noticed happy, disturbing or mysterious persons, and they to it seemed perfect from the assumption of their soul. He thought, that music business is expression of another's, various life, instead of one, — the has not enough, the personal body is too narrow for a premise in him of a subject representing eternal and general interest, instead of eternally to live — it is not necessary. And Sartorius chose among counter people, whom to it to become from them to learn another's secret for music. The imagination of other soul, unknown sensation of a new body on itself did not leave it. He thought of thoughts in other head, walked not the gait and greedy rejoiced the become empty and ready heart. The youth of its trunk turned to greedy desire of mind. Smiling, modest Lenin guarded on the areas and streets all open roads of the fresh, socialist world, — the life was stretched in a distance from which do not come back. One pretty girl from whom it would be possible to live half-lives, has advised Sartoriusu to go on Krestovsky the market — there sometimes take out tools, she studies in musical technical school, only not on a violin class. Sartorius some minutes wished to turn to her husband, but before have gone behind a violin.
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Krestovsky the market was full trading poor and secret burzhuev, in dry passions and in risk of despair extracting the bread. Dirty air was above populous meeting of standing and muttering people, — other of them offered the poor goods, pressing their hands to the breast, others rapaciously pritsenjalis to them, feeling and being depressed, counting on eternal acquisition. Here sold old clothes of breed of the nineteenth century, impregnated with a special powder, sberezhennuju in decades on a cautious body; here there were the fur coats which have passed during revolution of so much hands, that the globe meridian is small for measurement of their way between people. In crowd traded also in such things which have for ever lost the application — like hoods from any extreme women, ornaments from bowls for a christening of children, frock coats deceased dzhentelmenov, brelkov on a belly chain, urylnikov dokanalizatsionnogo the period and other, — but these things went among local mankind not as necessity, and as currency of rigid qualitative calculation. Besides, were on sale nosilnye subjects of recently died people, — the death existed, — and the small children's linen prepared for conceived babies, but then mother, probably, thought a lot to give birth and did abortion, and this mourned small linen not born sold together with in advance bought rattle. In a special number sold original portraits in paints and art reproductions. On portraits the lost petty bourgeoises and grooms with brides from a district environment of Moscow were represented for a long time; Which of them enjoyed itself, judging by the person, and expressed satisfaction a life occurring to it: he was proud of it as the deserved medal. Behind figures the church in the nature sometimes was seen and oaks of bygone summer grew. One picture was especially great in the size and hung on two poles thrust in the earth. In a picture the muzhik or a merchant, rather well-to-do, but dirty and barefooted have been presented. It stood on a wooden thin porch and looked from height downwards. Its shirt the wind blew, in the rendered habitable small small beard there was a rubbish and straw, he looked somewhere indifferently in unsociable light where the pale sun not that rose, not that had a seat. Behind that muzhik there was a big house of a kind of humble origin in which jars with jem were stored, likely, some poods of pies with mushrooms and there was the wooden bed adapted almost for an eternal dream. The elderly woman sat in the glazed outdoor extension — its one head was visible only — and with vyrazhenem silly women looked in an empty place on a court yard. Its muzhik has just regained consciousness from a dream, and now left to be emptied and check up — whether happens that especial, — but all remains to constants, the wind from not darlings, the peeled fields blew, and the person now again will go on rest — to sleep and not to see dreams, more likely to live a life without memory.... Sartorius long stood in supervision of these last people. Now they namogilnymi stones were paved by sidewalks of new cities and the third or fourth generation tramples down somewhere inscriptions: "Here the body of the Moscow merchant of 2nd guild of Peter Nikodimovicha Samofalova is buried, its full life was... Remember mja My God in tsarstvii Yours"." Here ashes of maiden Anna Vasilevny Strizhevoj are based... To us to cry and suffer, and to it at the Lord to look ".... Instead of the god, now having recollected died, Sartorius has shuddered for fear to live among them, — in that time when did not reduce dark woods when poor heart was eternally correct to lonely feeling, in acquaintance the relatives and outlook consisted only was magic and patient, and mind missed also the person cried at an oil lamp or, all the same, in shining midday of summer
- In extensive, rustling with a wind and travoju to the nature; when the pity girl betrayed, correct, embraced a tree from the melancholy, silly and lovely, forgotten now without a sound, it is not present more and will not be, and it is not necessary to it to be. Further sold sculptures, cups, plates, tagany, parts from any balustrade, the weight in twelve old poods, the pig-iron plate which has been dug out here on a place so its one edge was shown only, and the rest was under zemleju and it is not known; Nearby last squatted private moskatelshchiki, dismissed decayed the mechanic was exhausted by the house vice, wood koluny, hammers, a handful of nails, — still were stretched further the shoemakers doing job during the moment and on a place, and food old women with cold pancakes, with the pies filled with a meat waste, with the epiploons warmed in pig-iron pots under wadded jackets of the late husbands-old men, with pieces of a millet cereal and everything, that satisfies hungry suffering of the local public, able there is any good which if only was swallowed, and more anything. Insignificant thieves went between requiring and selling, they sufficed from hands a chintz, old valenoks, the rolls, one galosh and escaped in a jungle of wandering bodies to earn a fifty-kopeck piece or rouble on each abduction. In effect they hardly justified the rate of the unskilled worker, and were exhausted it is more. In the heart of a market despair exclamations were sometimes distributed, however nobody rushed there to the aid, and near to another's disaster people traded and bought, because their own grief demanded an urgent consolation. One weak person dressed in starosoldatskuju an overcoat, torgovka rolls has tired out in a pool about a latrine and quilted it on the person a rag; to the aid torgovke there was a wandering hooligan and at once has broken in blood the person of the weakened person who has fallen down under othozhy a fence. It has not published shout and has not touched the hurt person, and hastily ate the dry stolen roll, hardly grinding its decayed teeth, and has soon coped with this business. The hooligan has given it one more blow in a head, and the wounded eater, having jumped with energy of force, not clear at its silent mildness, has disappeared in people thick, as in rye ears. It will find to itself(himself) I peep everywhere and will long live out-of-pocket and without happiness, but often gorging on. One man of not clear kind stood almost motionlessly, shaken only near suetoju. Sartorius has noticed it already in second time and has approached to it.
- Grain cards, — that motionless man has said about itself.
- How much is? — Has asked Sartorius.
- Twenty five roubles the fifth category.
- Well give one piece, — has asked Sartorius, wished to spend money for something. Trading has cautiously taken out from a lateral pocket an envelope with the printed inscription on him: " Full program Mehanobra ". In the program the intaking card has been put in pawn. The same dealer has suggested Sartoriusu to find at the same time and a violin, but Sartorius has got to itself a violin later — at the person buying of hearts for fishing in exchange for the tool and grumbling on all passers-by, as on enemies of the state. Before purchase Sartorius has wanted to try a violin, but close people stirred all time to it: then it has risen in a box of the militiaman, — the militiaman has stood aside and has given a place to the musician. From height of this superstructure Sartorius has started to play; nobody listened to it below: here for a long time have got used to all human facts, and music could not get into each scandalous heart, encumbered own care. But this casual violin played well. It has been constructed from dark materjala, it is heavier than a tree, is by sight rude also itself did a sound blagorodnej and zadushevnej, than the musician could. Sartorius listened to its singing itself as the extraneous listener, and was surprised, that all enormous air shudders from a weak friction of a bow, and people do not pay attention. He has consulted then in this respect to the militiaman, and that has explained to it:
- That you want — last bourgeois element here wanders, have taken away to it a place in a bourgeois fence and he grieves here one.
- It perishes, — has told Sartorius.
- And that to it to do: who the thief, who the beggar who trades. At it the soul, will live and will die.
- And paternal they do not work? — Has asked Sartorius.
- As to you to tell! — the militiaman has peered at depth of crowd. — one you from a word another will be changed, from punishment, — those people live for a long time. And other only will obey death, so to it to become the person, it would be necessary to live time two successively, is here local... Here a boring place, the citizen, — go now on the affairs, do not prevent to be engaged in external supervision... Sartorius, having bent from despondency, Krestovsky has for ever left the market. This place too it will not be fast, as there is no maiden Anna Vasilevny Strizhevoj as the dirty and barefooted merchant looking from a porch in unsociable obdutyj by a bad weather light has died.
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Since then Sartorius began to live in Moscow. Itself mnogoljudstvo already raised its force, it went among people as in seduction, and felt their body publishing heat. Till late night Sartorius did not think of a shelter and went with a violin in parallel the general movement among light, cleanliness and heat. He felt what to be lost here, to remain without attention, food and prizrenija it is impossible, if in it there is no enmity to the people. And it really did not remain without participation. In the first Moscow night Sartorius has got to spend the night to one tram conductor. He has met it casually... When there has come second o'clock in the morning and trams on the big speed hurried in park, villages Sartorius in such tram and with interest has inspected its deserted premise, precisely thousand the people who were here on day, have left the breath and the best feeling on empty places. Sartorius has repeated the travel and has driven in several cars in different directions. The conductor, sometimes old, sometimes young, lovely and sleepy, sat in this hour per the car one and pulled bichevu at deserted stops that last route more likely came to an end. Sartorius approached to the conductor and started talking to it about the stranger who is not concerning all surrounding visible validity, but the conductor began, obviously to feel in itself invisible. One conductor from the hook-on car has agreed on words Sartoriusa, and he has embraced her on the move, and then they have passed in back platform where it is visible more vaguely, and three stops while they were noticed by any person from parkway rushed in kisses and has not cried it "hurrah". Since then Sartorius occasionally repeated the acquaintance to night conductors, — it is sometimes successful, but is not present more often. The conductor of the first night has invited him to spend the night, when he has told, that wishes to sleep, and has put it near to the grandmother on a wide ancient bed where it has well slept. For other evening Sartorius left on parkway where there is a monument to Pushkin. It has left a case below and has entered on monument bottom, on height of all its steps. Therefrom he has played, imagining itself in front of all Moscow, the liked composition on a sparrow — how the sparrow has departed behind simple grain somewhere nearby and there has gorged on among numerous animals. But the violin was played itself, the violinist has cautiously followed its becoming complicated melody, — the musical theme has extended also destiny of a sparrow was changed. It has not reached near food: the elements of a wind have seized it and have incurred afar, in horror, and the sparrow has stiffened from speed of the flight, but he has met night, — darkness has hidden from it height and space, it was warmed, has fallen asleep, was compressed in a dream in a small lump and has fallen downwards, in a grove to a soft branch, has woken up in silence, at the beginning of unfamiliar day, among exulting birds unknown to it. The musician passers-by have listened with delight, in its case on the earth almost continuous salary has begun to flow; Sartorius has become confused and did not know, that to it to do with money, it is exact it not the beggar. Young metrostroevka, on-woman's having placed feet and having become sad, listened Sartoriusa near to it. It was in man's prozodezhde, only baring its female nature, is clever and charming the dark-haired person; clearness of heart shone in its sight, traces of clay and lubricating oil from underground job did not spoil its body, and decorated, as an honour and purity sign. During game the musician looked at the girl-metrostroevku indifferently and without the attention, not involved with its any charm: as the actor, it always felt in the soul even more the best and courageous charm pulling will forward by usual pleasure. Towards the end of game eyes Sartoriusa left tears — he liked music and it was touched, but its many listeners smiled, and metrostroevka at all laughed. Sartorius has gone down from a monument and has maliciously addressed to this metrostroevke:
- Eh you, public! To think is not able yet, and already laughs at feeling.
- It is played not by you, you so are not able, — has answered metrostroevka. — I know this violin, on it and I will manage to play...
- Not to pity such little girls to judge, pretty on one muzzle, — has estimated it Sartorius. — At me, can, all Soviet Union moves in mind...
- Ah, you — so, — has mysteriously said metrostroevka. — the well-known musician seems to you, that you, means, you the boring fool... It has left from it on the affairs, and it has followed it and watched it to its dwelling while it has not disappeared in him. Then villages Sartorius on any tram also has left on him far for a city. There it went and suffered, sat about a rye field, played silence and a solitude on a violin and was not able to understand a way of its device: why it from its game is played then itself and not quite obeys him. He did not know physics and technicians, he could feel only one sincere passions and a disturbing, intense course of human heart, and it does not belong to firm bodies; the violin is quite rigid and obvious. Remote Moscow gently hooted as the big music; the sky reflected its electric glow back on the earth — and already the poorest light came to a local rye field and it laid on its ears as an early, incorrect dawn. But there was even a late night. Sartorius with desire listened to distant Moscow, looked at a heavenly electric dawn and thought, that all is secret music, and again started the violin, listening as everything is going to round it, that seems mute and wild, and echoes unskillfull game by virgin, caked lips.
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The Metrostroevsky working woman of the Lead of Osipov, listening to game Sartoriusa at a monument to Pushkin, a vein on the fifth floor of the new house, in two small rooms. In this house there lived pilots, designers, various engineers, philosophers, economic theorists and other trades. Windows of its apartment left over neighbouring Moscow roofs, and often happened, that the Lead, having returned after change and having washed up, laid down a stomach on a window sill. Its hair hanged down downwards, and she listened, as the world city in the solemn energy rustles and the laughing voice of the person from booming narrowness of running mechanisms is distributed sometimes. Having lifted a head, the Lead saw, how there ascends the empty deprived moon on the gone out sky, and felt in itself warming current of a life... Its imagination worked never continuously and more got tired, — she felt an origin of various affairs in mind and mentally accepted in them participation; In loneliness it filled all world with the attention and watched fire of lanterns that they shone, and thought of cars, day and night straining in the force that light in darkness burnt, there was a reading of books, the rye by motors for morning hlebopechenija that water on pipes in warm souls of dancing halls was forced was ground and occurred zachate the best life in hot and strong embraces of people — in a gloom, a solitude, not seeing the persons, in pure feeling of incorporated happiness, — that, at last, — shone fire and the city of its youth, world capital of human work, mind and humanity shone pleasure. Lead Osipovoj it would be desirable to worry most this life not so much and to enjoy, how much to provide its success, — all day and night to stand at the brake crane of a steam locomotive, carrying people towards each other to repair a waterpipe pipe, to go by a skating rink, pressing new asphalt to hang up medicines the patient on analytical scales — and to go out in time a lamp over another's kiss, vberja in itself that warmly which just was light. Thus it did not reject the interests — it too should put somewhere the big body, — it only postponed them before more distant future: it was patient and could expect. When Lead overhung from the window these evenings loneliness, to it greetings passers-by people shouted from below, they called her with themselves in the general summer twilight, to it promised to show all attractions of a recreation park and to buy colours and two pies. A lead laughed it, but was silent and did not go. After the Lead saw from above as neighbouring roofs of houses started to be occupied: Through attics on iron roofs there were families, laid blankets and went to bed on air, placing children between mother and the father; in gorges of roofs, somewhere between a fire manhole and a pipe, grooms with brides retired and till the morning did not close eyes, being below stars and above mnogoljudstva. After midnight almost all visible windows ceased to be shone, — day shock work demanded deep oblivion in a dream, and with whisper of tyres, not disturbing superfluous signals, there passed late cars. Only occasionally extinct windows were again shined for short time are people from night shifts came, ate something, not awaking sleeping, and at once went to bed; others, having slept, rose to leave on job — machinists of turbines and steam locomotives, radio engineerings, flight mechanics of morning flights, scientific researchers and other had a rest. The door in the apartment of the Lead of Osipov forgot to close often. Once she has found the stranger sleeping downwards by the person on a floor on the outer clothing. For lead has waited, while it will face, and then has learnt in him the musician playing about Pushkin. Sartorius has come here without demand, and a violin has hidden in a lavatory. Having woken up, he has told, that wishes to be at it, — here is spacious also to it it is pleasant. Osipov's lead has not dared to postpone it because of poverty in dwellings and the right to the additional area, — she has kept silent and has given to the tenant a pillow and a blanket. Sartorius began to live; at night it rose and approached on tiptoe to sleeping the Lead to cover its blanket because it turned, revealed and vegetated. In some days of a life in apartment Osipovoj the violinist already strengthened heels on the worn out target shoes Leads, secretly cleaned its autumn coat from the stuck ashes and warmed tea, with pleasure expecting awakening of the mistress. A lead at first abused the violinist for subservience, and then to avoid such slavery, has entered with the tenant self-financing — began to darn to it socks and even to shave its bristle on the person with a safety razor. When Lead left on job, Sartorius silently started to play a violin, trying to penetrate into its magic device. But the violin was by sight ordinary and cheap, however on its sounds windowpanes, walls, furniture, chandeliers responded, empty air — and sang together, as an orchestra. At Lead Sartorius to play was afraid. Sartorius has never dared to ask it about secret of the tool and that its derisive words at a monument mean. Nevertheless Sartorius has understood, that true of the new music singing about any dead substance as live feeling, he can learn from this dark-haired girl, and there is no place to address more. And behind it it was to it to live and try to like in all it. Soon Sartorius has learnt, that Osipov's Lead works as the technician on chisel business. In one night when it it as usually, covered in a dream, he has heard its happy laughter and she has whispered not clear words: "my Darling, me it is boring without you". Sartorius has there and then asked it:
- And whose is a violin, lovely mine... The Lead has opened eyes:
- And what?
- Well so, it is necessary. — But to embrace her at once Sartorius was frightened.
- What it is necessary for you? — Has come round the Lead. — tomorrow I will tell. — also has fallen asleep further. In the morning she has told Sartoriusu, that tonight there will be a ball and let it goes there together with a violin: really to it will not bother to live the idler till the autumn.
- And whose is a violin, lovely mine? — Has asked Sartorius. — Tell, please. A lead has slowly inspected the violinist.
- What darling?. It that for news?. This violin is made of a waste in laboratory of my groom — and for it I the darling: to you it is clear?
- Clearly, — has told Sartorius, — I after all not such the petty bourgeois. I the person especial.
- It also is visible, — has said the Lead without attention and without insult.
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In the evening in regional club of Komsomol young scientists, engineers, pilots, doctors, teachers, actors and the well-known workers of new factories were going to. To anybody from them there were no more than twenty seven or thirty years, but everyone became already known on all native land — in the new world, and it was a little a shame to everyone from early glory, and it prevented to live and covered the person with excessive excitation. The elderly workers of the club who has missed the life and talent during unsuccessful bourgeois time, with secret sighs of internal impoverishment, have put in order furniture furniture in two halls — in one for session, in other for conversation and an entertainment. One of the first engineer Poluvarov with member of the Komsomol Kuzminoj, the pianist, constantly thoughtful has come dvadtsatichetyrehletny.
- Let's go, zhevnem something, — has told to it poluvarov.
- ZHevnem, — in a female way it is obedient has agreed Kuzmin. They have gone to buffet; there poluvarov has eaten at once eight sandwiches with sausage, and Kuzmin took to itself only two cakes, she lived for game, for music.
- poluvarov why you eat so much? — Has asked Kuzmin. Is, can, well, but it is a shame to look at you. At once ten persons soon have come: traveller Golovach, mechanic Gausman, two girls of the girlfriend — both hydraulics — from the channel Moscow-Volga, the meteorologist of aviaservice Vechkin, the designer of high-rise motors Muldbauer, electrical engineer Gunkin with the wife, — but behind it again were heard people some have and more come, and among them — Osipov's Lead with violinist Sartoriusom. After all in club surgeon Sambikin was. It has just returned from clinic where made cranial trepanation to the small child, and now has come suppressed by grief of the device of the human body compressing in the bones much more suffering, weariness and death, than a life and movement. Also it was strange Sambikinu to feel well — in pressure of the care and responsibility for improvement of all thin, izbolevshihsja human bodies. Weigh its mind has been filled by thought, heart fought pokojno and is correct, it did not require the best happiness, than the control over the stranger serdtsebienem, — and at the same time it became a shame to it from consciousness of this secret pleasure. He wished to go already to do the report because the call was distributed, but has suddenly seen the unfamiliar young woman walking near to the violinist. Not clear charm of its exterior has surprised Sambikina; he has seen force and the shone enthusiasm hidden behind modesty and even shyness of her face. Having shuddered with unexpected, secret feeling, Sambikin left for a minute on an open balcony. The Moscow night was shone in the external darkness, supported naprjazhenem far cars. The raised air warmed in millions of people, melancholy got into heart Sambikina. He has had a look at stars, in magic space of a gloom and has whispered the old words acquired by hearsay: "My God!" Then it has gone to a hall where its coevals and companions were going to. Sambikin should give the report on last jobs of that institute in which it served. A theme of its report was human immortality. In the second number that young woman with attracting person sat and near to it the violinist with the tool again sat. The smile of a youth and senseless charm decorated it, but she did not notice it... Sambikin and its companions at institute wished to extract long force of a life or, perhaps, its eternity — from corpses of the fallen beings. Several years ago, rummaging in dead bodies of people, Sambikin has found in area of their heart weak traces of unknown substance, and it was puzzled with it. He has tested it and has opened, that the substance possesses force to raise a weakening life as though at the moment of death in a body of the person any secret sluice opens and therefrom the special moisture spreads on an organism, is careful hranimaja all life, up to the higher danger. But where that sluice in darkness, in corporal gorges of the person which avariciously and correctly holds last charge of a life? Only the death when it rushes indifferent volnoju on a body, breaks that press since a spare life, and it is distributed last time as an unsuccessful shot in the person, and leaves not clear traces on its dead heart... The Vagrant beam of a far projector has stopped casually at huge windows of club. It was audible in the come pause as beat on shpuntu and blew proceeding steam steam kopry on the Moskva River. Osipov's lead began to worry and turned a head on everyone who entered into a hall. Some times it went to phone — to call to the one whom she expected, but nobody answered it therefrom, possibly, the device has deteriorated, and it came back, not showing the grief. Then all visitors have passed in other premise where the table for the general supper has been covered, and dispute on immortality, on a prehistoric one-eyed Cyclops as about the first live beings which have constructed Greece and Olympic hills, — about that there has renewed, as Zevs was only the convict with the pricked out eye idolised subsequently by aristocracy for the work, formed the whole country, — and about other subjects. The flowers, seeming thoughtful from the slowed down death, stood through everyone half-metre, and from them hardly appreciable fragrance proceeded. Wives of designers and young women — engineers, philosophers, foremen, foremen — have been dressed in the most thin silk of republic. The government decorated the best people. Osipov's lead was in the dark blue silk dress, weighing all grammes ten, and it has been sewed so skilfully, what even pulse of blood vessels Leads, trouble of its heart was designated on a dress by excitement of its silk. All men, not excepting negligent Sambikina and acquired meteorologist Vechkina, have come in suits from excellent materjala, simple and beautiful; to put on it would be bad and dirty reproach poverty to the country which fed and dressed present the perfect good, itself increasing on force and pressure of this youth, on its work and talent. Sambikin has asked Sartoriusa to play something: what for he does not leave a violin. Sartorius has risen and to transparent, happy force has played the music
- Among young Moscow, in its noisy night, over heads of the stopped people, beautiful by nature or from enthusiasm and a happy youth. All world round it became suddenly sharp and irreconcilable, — one firm heavy subjects made its and rough, rigid capacity operated with such rage, that itself came to despair and cried the human, exhausted voice on the brink of own silence. And again this force rose from the iron field and crumbled with speed of a cry of any cold, stone enemy who has occupied with the dead trunk all infinity. However this music, losing any melody and passing in a gnashing cry of approach, nevertheless had a rhythm of ordinary human heart and was simple and clear that who listened to it. But, playing, Sartorius again could not understand the tool: Why the violin played better, than it could, why the dead and pity substance of a violin made from itself the additional live sounds playing not on a theme, but themes are deeper and hands of the violinist are more skilful. Hand Sartoriusa only disturbed a violin, and sang and she conducted a melody, involving itself to the aid the latent harmony of surrounding space, and all sky served then as the screen for music, raising in a dark being of the nature the related answer to excitement of human heart. A lead has shut the face with the hands and has begun to cry, not in forces to hide the grief. Having left the places, to it all present have approached. Sartorius has lowered a violin in perplexity. The general pleasure of appointment has stopped.
- Listen, — has addressed Osipov to near companions, — you have at somebody a car, I need to go...
- Now will be, — has told Sambikin. It has called the car by phone. In ten minutes of the Lead of Osipov, Sambikin and Sartorius there have gone under instructions Leads. Around the Kalanchevsky area the car has curtailed into a narrow lane and has stopped. Further to move it was impossible, — there there were fire-engines though fire it was not noticed anywhere, and the monotonous gentle and terrible melody only sounded, it is not known where. In a lane distance there was a small one-storeyed building with a signboard about that, what is it factory on manufacture of weight weights and new heavy weights of a name inzh. V.I.Grubova. The gate of that factory had an ambulance car. The beam of a projector of a fine-engine vehicle shined one window of a factory building; behind a window — indoors — independent violet light motionlessly shone; ready to everything, firemen a chain stood against a window — in small factory one person now laid it is not known, live or dead. Osipov's lead with cold heart tried to understand conditions, but suddenly, besides mind and heart action, she has cried: the high, naive voice also has run on factory through a system of firemen which had not time to seize it. It was expected by some minutes, but it there has stopped and has not returned back. The commander of firemen has ordered to disassemble an external wall of a building and to take therefrom people. Gentle, terrible singing proceeded, extending on all lane and going back to an electric glow of night Moscow. Sartorius learnt this voice of space and the wild surrounding substance which were dead and silent always, is there was a voice of its violin which laid at it now in a case in hands. It has lifted a case to an ear and has listened: all materjal the tool sang something and, changing a melody, followed an unknown and touching theme, but the external rumble and vanity of people prevented to catch thought of music.
- My violin, the citizen... Should be, now thanks speak, and to tell there is nobody. Sartorius has seen that person who traded in fishing hearts on Krestovsky the market and has occasionally sold to it a violin. It was in letah and served, it appears, as the external watchman at this factory, and worked on derevoobdelochnomu to business earlier and was engaged, for the sake of love to the nature, fishing.
- What is it such at you occurs? — Has asked it Sartorius.
- Will pass... Vladimir Ivanovich has sat down at laboratory.
- And who it?
- Who-who? You read a signboard — here it who. Will regain consciousness.
- From what will regain consciousness?
- Again to it — paternal? — The watchman discontentedly spoke. — from the business... Look now, and the woman zamleet there with it.
- What woman?
- Here to you — what! And with you stood, who? Woman Vladimir Ivanovicha, its bride. The strange, deep sound has stopped, magic light in a laboratory window has gone out. At doors of office of factory through passage has seemed Osipov's Lead and has told the fireman:
- Well go here, more likely, cease to spoil a building. Now here it is not dangerous, the current does not beat. Firemen have entered in a building and have taken out therefrom the silent person dressed in shreds of the former clothes. It have brought to an ambulance car.
- No, I want home, — engineer Grubov has told. — Where lead?
- Bear it here. — Sambikin has opened a door of the car. — we will go to Institute, — he has told to the driver. To the car have brought the tired person; its body places was visible, and it has become covered by a dense moisture of sweat, precisely he fought over forces, but its person was healthy and eyes were rolled up in a dream.
- Hello, — has told Sambikin Grubovu.
- Hello, — the sick engineer has answered.
- We will go to us to Institute, I will help you, — spoke Sambikin when Grubova set in the car.
- I do not want, — has refused Grubov.
- But it is very interesting: I to you will pour in one piece what I have extracted. Very curious experiment — I advise to go through.
- Then poedemte, — at once has agreed Grubov.
- Wait. — the night watchman, the author of violin Sartoriusa was put in the car.
- Vladimir Ivanovich, you that there — zamlel?
- Zamlel, Sidor Petrovich...
- I, you know, wished to enter to you — shibaet something and shibaet back.
- It is impossible, Sidor Petrovich, you will die.
- It is impossible — it is not necessary... I will take possible a waste — I wish still a violin to make two, the last.
- Take, Sidor Petrovich... Go sleep, I too was exhausted... They have left. The lane has become empty. Remained only Sidor Petrovich and Sartorius.
7
On the habit to live anywhere and even another's life Sartorius remained on girevom factory. It have appointed the unskilled worker, and he has lodged in a room at Sidora Petrovicha on a factory court yard. The watchman has soon learnt Sartoriusa to do violins, it did them ordinary and did not know any ancient art, but only dark, shining materjal for job it took in laboratory Grubova; this materjal was already unusable and inexact for the engineer, it threw away. Sartorius could not understand nevertheless why the natural substance plays inside almost in itself and it is cleverer than art of the violinist. Sidor Petrovich too it did not know, and at all was not interested. The whole two months pined Sartorius, nothing learning while the factory has not passed to manufacture of new weights. They did not suffice in collective farms; bread and workdays of the collective farmer, the crop savings — the most precious general good
- Depended on presence of exact weights. With their manufacture therefore hurried also many worker raised qualification through short courses. Sartoriusa too have sent to study to work on new business. In factory then there were the small electric cars similar to radio receivers. These cars radiated sharp, splitting up, invisible force from which the processed material at first sadly sang, and then stopped and were ready to a product. As a material for weights the clay, the pressed wood shavings, even the simple earth and everything served, that is cheap and is almost unusable. After processing by an electricity this substance became firm, heavy and strong, as a steel and lead. Engineer Grubov has explained to workers, that the worlds, especially those its places which are processed by the person, are constructed of the patient materjala as all its small molecular parts are beaten out by fire, work, by cars and other events from the native, best places and wander now in melancholy in substance. The electric current of high frequency and ultrasonic fluctuation quickly return molecules in their ancient places — the nature becomes healthy and strong, molecules revive, they start to give a harmonious resonance, that is answer with a sound, teplotoju, an electricity their any irritation, and even sing in itself when the irritation has already stopped, letting know the far voice, that they suffer and resist. And this sound has appeared clear for the person, its heart when it bears pressure of art, sings almost as, only is less exact and not clearer.
- It was justified on the violins made Sidorom Petrovichem, — has told once Grubov on a production meeting. — violins are made from materjala, not suitable on the qualities for weight weights, it has received music from our marriage... But I think — we should make now some violins of the present materjala... Grubov has smiled, and its person saddened by long work, has become mild and young. This person many times worried deadly sufferings from action of rigid, wild forces of an electricity, and only being on the brink of the tomb has learnt destiny of dead substance and has changed it, how much could. Sartorius has worked on girevom factory till September, but has then disappeared it is not known where. It was attracted with the big Moscow, on it operated mnogoljudstvo as enthusiasm, and another's heart is more interesting than the, — he wished to test the soul in all diverse destiny of the new world, and not just as the violinist, not in one narrow limits of the talent. Fellow countrymen from its collective farm searched for it on autumn across all Moscow, but have found one weak signs Sartoriusa in the form of inquiries on its residing, and live it has not appeared anywhere: it has lost the way between people. Its country is great also good
