Grass again otrosla on filled soil roads of civil war because war has stopped. In the world, on provinces it became again silent and it is poorly populated: some people have died in the fights, many were treated for wounds and had a rest at native, forgetting in long dreams heavy job of war, and someone from the demobilised has not had time to come back home yet and there were now in old overcoats, with a marching bag, in a soft helmet or the sheep cap, - went on a dense, unfamiliar grass which there was no time to see earlier, and can be - it has been simply trampled by campaigns and did not grow then. They went with the struck, surprised heart, again learning weeding and the villages located in a vicinity on their road; Their soul already was changed in torture of war, in illnesses and in happiness of a victory, - they went now to live precisely for the first time, vaguely remembering themselves with what they were three-four years ago because they have turned absolutely to other people - they have grown from age and have grown wiser, they became more patient and have felt in itself great world hope which now became their idea for the present to the small life which did not have a clear aim and purpose before civil war. Last demobilised Red Army men in the late summer came back home. They were late on labour armies where were engaged in different unfamiliar craft and grieved, and only now it ordered to go home by the and general life. On a hill that is far prosterto over rekoju potudan, second days there was to a court yard, to a little-known district city, former Red Army man Nikita Firsov. It was the person of years of twenty five from a sort, with modest, as though constantly grieved person, - to this expression of his face occurred, maybe, not from grief, and from reserved kindness of character or from usual concentration of a youth. Light, for a long time not strizhennye its hair fell from under a cap on ears, the big grey eyes looked with gloomy pressure in the quiet, boring nature of the monotonous country, the pedestrian strange was exact. At midday Nikita Firsov has lain down about the small stream Weaving from a spring on a bottom of a beam in potudan. And the pedestrian person dozed on the earth under the sun, in the September grass, already tired to grow here since old spring. Warmth of a life as if has darkened in him, and Firsov has fallen asleep in silence of a deaf place. Insects of summer and over it, the web floated, any the tramp-person has crossed and rez it and, not having touched sleeping, not having become interested in it, пошЈл ' further on the affairs. Dust of summer and long bezdozhdija it is high stood in air, having made not clearer and weak heavenly light but all the same world time as usually, went in the distance after to the sun... Suddenly Firsov has risen also villages, heavy, scaredly breathing, precisely it was kindled in invisible run and struggle. The terrible dream has dreamt it, that he is smothered svoeju a hot wool by a small, well-fad animal, like the field small animal fattened by pure wheat. This animal, getting wet then from effort and greed, has climbed sleeping in a mouth, in a throat, trying to make the way tenacious pads in the middle of his soul to burn its breath. Having choked in a dream, Firsov wished to scream, run, but the small animal was independently pulled out from it, blind, pity, frightened and shivering, and has disappeared in darkness of the night. Firsov has washed in a stream and has rinsed a mouth, and has then gone more likely further; the house of his father was already close, and by the evening it is possible to have time to reach it. As soon as smerklos, Firsov has seen the native land in the vague, begun night. That was the sloping, slow uplands rising from coast Potudani to rye, raised fields. On these uplands the small city almost invisible now thanks to darkness has settled down. Any fire did not burn there. Father Nikita Firsova slept now: it has laid down, as soon as has returned from job when still the sun has not come. He lived in loneliness, its wife has died for a long time, two sons have disappeared on imperialistic war, and last son, Nikita, was on civil: it, maybe, still will return, the father thought about last son, civil war goes close about houses and on court yard, and there it is less than shooting, than on the imperialistic. The father pomnogu - from an evening dawn to morning, - differently slept if not to sleep, he started to think different thoughts, to imagine forgotten, and its heart suffered in melancholy on the lost sons, in grief on boringly last life. Since morning it left at once in a workshop of country furniture where it worked many years as the joiner, - and there, among job, to it was more tolerant, it was forgotten. But by the evening to it became worse in a shower, and, having returned on apartment, in one room, he somewhat quicker, almost in a fright, fell asleep till tomorrow's morning; and kerosene was not necessary to it. And at a dawn of a fly started to bite it in a bald head, the old man woke up and long, pomalenku, carefully put on, put shoes on, washed, sighed, was trampled down, cleaned a room, muttered with itself, left outside, looked there weather and came back - if only to spend unnecessary time that remains prior to the beginning of job in masterful country furniture. This night father Nikita Firsova slept, as usually, necessarily and for weariness. The cricket, which summer, veins to itself in a zavalinka of the house also sang therefrom in the evening - not that it was the same cricket, as in summer before last, not that its grandson. Nikita has approached to a zavalinka and has knocked in a window of the father; the cricket has stopped for a while as if he listened who it has come
-- The unfamiliar, late person. The father of tears from a wooden old bed on which he slept with late mother of all sons, and Nikita was born once on the same bed. The old, thin person was now in drawers, from long socks and washings they have sat down and were narrowed, therefore had to it only to knees. The father has close leant against a windowpane and looked therefrom at the son. He has already seen, has learnt the son, but still looked and looked at it, wishing to see enough. Then he has run, small and lean as boy, around through outer entrance hall and court yard - to open the gate locked for the night. Nikita has entered into an old room, with a stove bench, a low ceiling, with one small window on street. Here smelt as the same smell, as in the childhood, as three years ago when it has left on war; even the smell of a parent hem still was felt here - in a unique place on all light. Nikita has removed a bag and a cap, has slowly undressed also villages on a bed. The father all time faced to it, barefooted and in drawers, not daring still neither to greet as follows, nor to start talking.
-- Well as there burzhui and cadets? - He has asked a little later. - all of them have beaten or still malenko remains?
-- Yes there are no, almost everything, - the son has told. The father short, but has seriously reflected: all the same after all the whole class have destroyed, it is the big job was.
-- Well, they kvelye! - the old man about burzhuev has informed. - That they can, they only to live have got used for nothing... Nikita has risen before the father, it was now above his head on one and a half. The old man was silent about the son in modest bewilderment of the love to it. Nikita has put a hand on a head of the father and has involved it in itself on a breast. The old person has leant against the son and the beginnings often, deeply to breathe, as if it has come to the rest. In one street of the same city leaving directly in the field, there was a wooden house with green shutters. In this house there lived once vdovaja the old woman, the teacher of city school; together with it there lived its children - the son, the boy of years of ten, and the daughter, the blond girl Ljuba, fifteen years. Father Nikita Firsova wished to marry several years ago on the widow to the teacher, but soon itself has left the intention. Two times it took with itself(himself) on a visit to teacher Nikita then still the boy, and Nikita saw there thoughtful girl Ljubu who sat and read books, not paying attention to another's visitors. The old teacher treated the joiner with tea with crackers and spoke something about education of national mind and about repair of school furnaces. Father Nikita sat all time silently; it hesitated, grunted, coughed and smoked tsigarki, and then with shyness drank tea from a saucer, not touching crackers because, say, for a long time it is already full. In apartment of the teacher, in all its two rooms and in kitchen, there were chairs, at windows curtains hung, in the first room there was a piano and a case for clothes, and in another, distant, to a room there were the beds, two soft armchairs from a red velvet and in the same place on wall regiments many books were located,
-- Likely, whole sobrane compositions. To the father and the son these conditions seemed too rich, and the father, having visited the widow only two times, has ceased to go to it. It has not coped at all to it to tell, that wishes to marry it. But it was interesting to Nikita to see once again the piano and reading, thoughtful girl, therefore he asked the father to marry the old woman to visit it.
-- It is impossible, Nikitas! - the father has told at that time. - I have not enough education, about what I from it will speak! And to us them to call - it is a shame: at us the ware is not present, harchi the bad... You saw, at them an armchair what? Ancient, Moscow! And a case? On all fasu a carving and sample: I understand!. And the daughter! It, likely, kursistkoj will be, And the father already did not see some years the old bride, only sometimes it, maybe, missed on it or simply reflecting. For other day after returning from civil war Nikita has gone to a military commissariat that it have noted there in a stock Zatem Nikita all acquaintance, a native city has bypassed, and at it heart from a kind of the out-of-date, small houses, sotlevshih fences and wattle fences and rare apple-trees on court yard was ill, many of which have already died, have dried up for ever. In its childhood these apple-trees still were green, and one-storeyed houses seemed the big and rich, occupied mysterious clever people, and streets then were long, burdocks high, and a tall weeds on waste grounds, on the thrown kitchen gardens it was represented to that old time lesnoju, zhutkoju by a thicket. And now Nikita has seen, that small houses of inhabitants were pity, low, they should be painted and repaired, the tall weeds on empty places is poor, it grows not terribly, and abstrusely, lived by only old, patient ants, and all streets soon came to an end volevoju the earth, light heavenly space, - the city became small. Nikita has thought, that, means, by it already a lot of life is lived, if the big, mysterious subjects have addressed in small and boring. It has slowly passed by the house with green shutters where it is no time visited with the father. On shutters he knew a green paint only on memory, now from it there were one weak traces, - it has faded from the sun, has been washed up by downpours and rains, has faded to wood; and the iron roof on the house has already strongly rusted - now, likely, rains get through a roof and the ceiling over the piano in apartment becomes wet. Nikita has attentively looked in windows of this house; curtains at windows now was not, on that party of glasses another's darkness was seen. Nikita has sat down on a bench about a gate decayed, but nevertheless the familiar house. He thought, that, maybe, somebody will play on the piano in the house then he will listen to music. But in the house it was silent, it is not known. Having waited it is a little, Nikita has had a look in a fence crack at a court yard, the old nettle there grew, the empty footpath conducted between its thickets in a shed and three wooden steps rose in a shade. Should be, have died for a long time already both the teacher-old woman, and her daughter Ljuba, and the boy has left the volunteer on war... Nikita has gone to itself home. Day has gone by the evening, - soon the father will come to spend the night, it will be necessary to think with it how to live further and where to arrive on job. In the main street of district there was a small walk because the people have started to revive after war. Now along the street there were employees, kursistki, demobilised, recovering from wounds, teenagers, people of house both handicraft work and other, and the working person leaves here on walk later, when absolutely smerknetsja. People in old clothes, in a poor way, or in worn military regimentals of times of imperialism have been dressed. Almost all passers-by, even what went under a hand, being grooms and brides, had at themselves something for an economy. Women bore in house bags a potato, and sometimes fish, men held under the arm pajkovyj bread or half of cow head or avariciously stored in hands entrails on privarok, But seldom who went in despondency, unless only at all the elderly, exhausted person. Younger usually laughed and close persons each other, inspired and trustful looked, precisely they were on the eve of eternal happiness.
-- Hello! - it is timid from the party woman Nikita Firsovu has told. And that voice has concerned at once and has warmed it as if someone expensive and lost, has responded to it to the aid. However it seemed to Nikita, what is it an error and it have greeted not it. Being afraid to be mistaken, he has slowly had a look at near passers-by. But them now was only two persons, and they already passed it. Nikita has looked back, - big, grown Ljuba has stopped and looked in its party. She sadly and confusedly smiled to it. Nikita has approached to it and has carefully inspected it is whether precisely it was saved all in an integrity because even in memoirs it for it was a jewelry. Its Austrian boots which have been laced up bechevoj, have strongly worn out, the muslin, pale dress reached to it only knees, more, likely, there was no material, - and this dress has forced Nikita to take pity at once over Any - he saw the same dresses on women in coffins, and here the muslin covered live, grown, but a poor body. Over a dress the old ladies' jacket, - likely has been put on, it was carried still by mother Ljuby during the maiden time, - and on head Ljuby was nothing, one simple hair twisted below a neck in a light strong plait.
-- You do not remember me? - Has asked Ljuba.
-- No, I have not forgotten you, - Nikita has answered.
-- It is necessary to forget never, - has smiled Ljuba. Its pure eyes filled tajnoju dushoju, gently looked at Nikita as if admired of Nikita also looked in her face, and its heart rejoiced and was ill from one kind of her eyes deeply sunk down from everyday need and shined with trustful hope. Nikita has gone with Any one to its house, - she lived all in the same place. Its mother has died not so long ago, and the younger brother was fed in hunger nearby krasnoarmejskoj a field-kitchen, I have then got used to happen there have left together with Red Army men on the south against the enemy.
-- It there to eat porridge has got used, and its house was not, - spoke Ljuba about the brother. Ljuba now lived only in one room, - it is not necessary to it more. With the stood feeling Nikita has looked round in this room where he for the first time saw Ljubu, the piano and rich conditions. Now here there was no already neither the piano, nor a case with rezboju on all fasu, there were one two soft armchairs, a table and a bed, and the room has ceased to be now takoju interesting and mysterious as then, in an early youth, - wall-paper on walls has faded and were peeled, the floor was used up, about the tile furnace there was a small iron oven, which it is possible istopit a handful of chips a little to be warmed about it. Ljuba has taken out the general writing-book because of a bosom, has then removed boots and remained barefooted. She studied now in district academy of medical sciences: those years on all districts there were universities and academies because the people wished to get the higher knowledge somewhat quicker; Senselessness of a life just as hunger and need, have too exhausted human heart, and it was necessary to understand, what there is an existence of people, it - seriously or purposely?
-- They to me of a foot a tinder, - has told Ljuba about the boots. - you sit still, and I will lay down to sleep, and that to me very strongly is it would be desirable, and I do not wish to think of it... Ljuba, not undressing, has climbed under a blanket on beds and has put a plait to itself on eyes. Nikita silently has stayed hour two-three while Ljuba has not woken up. Then night has already come, and Ljuba has risen in darkness.
-- My girlfriend, likely, will not come today, - has sadly told Ljuba.
-- And what - it is necessary to you? - Nikita has asked.
-- Even very much, - has said Ljuba. - At them the big family and the father the military man, it to me brings a supper if at it something remains... I sing, and we from it start to be engaged...
-- And kerosene at you is? - Nikita has asked.
-- No, fire wood has given to me... We light an oven - we on a floor have a seat and we see from fire. Ljuba has helplessly, bashfully smiled, as if it was occurred by severe and sad thought.
-- Likely, its big brother, the boy, has not fallen asleep, - she has told. - he does not order, that the his sister fed me, it is a pity to it... And I am not guilty! I and so not so like to eat: it not I - the head itself starts to be ill, she thinks about bread and another prevents to Live and think to me...
-- Ljuba! - has called about a window a young voice.
-- Eugene! - has responded Ljuba in a window. Girlfriend Ljuby has come. It has taken out from a pocket of the a jacket four big baked potatoes and has put them on an iron oven.
-- And histology has got? - Has asked Ljuba.
-- And at whom it to get! - has answered Eugene. - me in turn in library have written down...
-- Anything, we will manage, - has informed Ljuba. - I two chapters 1 at faculty for memory have learnt. I will speak, and you will write down. Will pass?
-- And earlier! - has laughed Eugene. Nikita has kindled an oven for illumination of writing-books by fire and was going to to leave to the father on a lodging for the night.
-- You will not forget me now? - Has said goodbye to it Ljuba.
-- No, - Nikita has told. - I have nobody to remember more.
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Firsov has lain down at home after war two days, and has then arrived to work in a workshop of country furniture where his father worked. It have enlisted the carpenter on material preparation, and its quotations was more low, than at the father, almost twice. But Nikita knew, what is it temporarily while he will not get used to skill and then it will translate in joiners and earnings become better. To work Nikita never weaned. In Red Army too people not vojnoju were engaged in one - on long postojah and in reserves Red Army men dug wells, repaired izbas of poor men in villages and put a bush in tops of operating ravines that the earth was not washed away further. War after all will pass, and the life remains, and it was necessary to take care of it in advance. A week later Nikita has again gone on a visit to Ljube; it has incurred to it in a gift boiled fish and bread - the second dish from a dinner in a working dining room. Ljuba hurried to read under the book at a window, using that the sun in the sky has not gone out yet; Therefore Nikita some time sat in a room at Ljuby silently, expecting night darkness. But soon the twilight was made even to silence in district street, and Ljuba poterla the eyes and has closed the educational book.
-- How are you? - Has silently asked Ljuba.
-- We with the father live, we - anything, - Nikita has told. - I to you there to attempt have brought, - you eat, please, - he has asked.
-- I will eat, thanks, - have said Ljuba.
-- And will not sleep? - Nikita has asked.
-- I will not be, - has answered Ljuba. - I will have supper now, I will be full! Nikita has brought from an outer entrance hall a little small drovishek and has kindled an iron oven that there was light for employment. It has sat down on a floor, has opened an oven door and put chips and thin short logs in fire, trying that heat was less, and it is more than light. Having eaten fish with bread, Ljuba too villages on a floor, against Nikita and about light from an oven, also has started to learn under the book the medicine. She read silently, however occasionally whispered something, smiled and wrote down small, fast handwriting some words in a notebook - likely, the most important things. And Nikita only watched correct burning of fire, and only from time to time - is not frequent - he faced, but then again long looked at fire because was afraid to bother Ljube with the sight. So time went, and Nikita thought with grief, that soon it will pass absolutely and to it will come it is time to leave home. At midnight when have punched hours on a belltower, Nikita has asked at Ljuby, its girlfriend, by name of Eugene paternal has not come.
-- And at it the typhus has repeated, she, probably, will die, - has answered Ljuba and again began to read medicine.
-- Here it is a pity! - Nikita has told, but Ljuba has answered nothing to it. Nikita has imagined in thought the patient, hot Eugene, - and, in effect, he too could grow fond sincerely of it if would learn it earlier and if it was a few good to it. It too, apparently, the perfect: in vain it has not made out it then in darkness and has badly remembered.
-- I already to sleep I want, - have whispered Ljuba, sighing.
-- And have understood everything, what have read? - Nikita has asked.
-- All is pure! Want, I will tell? - Has offered Ljuba.
-- It is not necessary, - Nikita has refused. - you protect at itself is better, and I all the same will forget that. It has swept with a broom rubbish about an oven and has left to the father. Since then he visited Ljubu almost every day, only sometimes passing days or two, for the sake of that Ljuba was bored for a while after him. It missed or not
-- It is not known, but these empty evenings Nikita has been compelled to go on ten, on fifteen versts, some times round all city, wishing to keep in loneliness to bear without a consolation melancholy on Ljube and not to go to it. At it on a visit he ordinary was engaged in that heated the furnace and expected, when she to it will tell something in an interval, otvlekshis from the doctrine under the book. Nikita brought each time Ljube for a supper peep from a dining room at masterful country furniture a little; she had dinner in the academy, but there allowed to eat too little, and Ljuba thought much, studied in addition still grew, and it did not have not enough food. In the first pay Nikita has bought the cow feet in near village and then all night long cooked studen on an iron oven, and Ljuba till the half-night was engaged with books and writing-books, then repaired the clothes darned stockings, washed floors at a dawn and bathed on a court yard in kadushke with rain water, extraneous people for the present have not woken up. It was boring to father Nikita to live all the evening long to one, without the son, and Nikita did not speak, where it goes. "He now the person, - thought the old man. - could after all be killed or wounded on war, and time lives - let goes!" Once the old man has noticed, that the son has brought whence two white rolls. But it them has turned at once in a separate paper, and him has not treated. Then Nikita as usually, has put on a peak-cap and has gone till the half-night and both rolls too took with itself.
-- Nikitas, take me with itself! - the father has asked. - I there will speak nothing, I only will look... There it is interesting, - should be, something outstanding!
-- Another time, the father, - hesitating, has told Nikita. - and that to you now to sleep it is time, tomorrow after all on job it is necessary to go... That evening Nikita has not found Ljuby, it was not at home. It has sat down then on a shop at gate and began to expect the mistress. He has put white rolls to itself(himself) for a bosom and warmed them there that they have not cooled down before arrival Ljuby. It sat patiently till late night, observing stars in the sky and rare passers-by of the people hurrying to children in the dwellings, listened to a ring of city hours on a belltower, bark of dogs on court yard and different silent, not clear sounds which do not exist in the afternoon. He could live here pending, likely, to the most death. Ljuba has quietly appeared from darkness before Nikita. It has risen before it, but she has told to it: "Go better home", - and has begun to cry. It has gone to herself to apartment, and Nikita has waited still outside in perplexity and Any has followed.
-- Eugene has died, - has told Ljuba to it in a room. - that I will do now?. Nikita was silent. Warm rolls laid at it in the bosom - not that should be taken out them now, not that is necessary now nothing. Ljuba has laid down in clothes on a bed, has turned away faced to a wall and cried there for itself, silently and not moving almost. Nikita long stood one in a night room, hesitating to prevent another's sad grief. Ljuba did not pay to it attention because the grief from the grief does people indifferent to all to others suffering. Nikita has autocratically sat down on a bed in feet at Ljuby and has taken out rolls because of a bosom to put them kudanibud, but yet did not find for them a place.
-- Give I with you I will be now! - Nikita has told.
-- And what you will do? - Has asked Ljuba in tears. Nikita has thought, being afraid to be mistaken or unintentionally to offend Ljubu.
-- I will be nothing, - he answered. - we begin to live as ordinary that you did not suffer.
-- Let's wait, we have nothing to hurry, - has thoughtfully and prudently said Ljuba. - It is necessary to think here in what Eugene to bury, - at them the coffin is not present...
-- I will bring it tomorrow, - Nikita has promised and has put rolls on a bed. For other day Nikita has asked permissions the master and began to do a coffin; them always allowed to do freely and for a material did not calculate. On inability it did it long, but carefully and has especially purely finished an internal bed for the late girl; from the died Eugene Nikita's imagination itself was upset and a little pokapal tears in shavings. The father, passing on a court yard, has approached to Nikita and has noticed its frustration.
-- You that grieve: the bride has died? - The father has asked.
-- No, its girlfriend, - he has answered.
-- The girlfriend? - The father has told. - yes a plague from it!. Give I to you boards in a coffin poravnjaju, at you ugly left, accuracy not to see! After job Nikita has incurred a coffin to Ljube; he did not know, where its dead girlfriend lays. That year long there was a warm autumn, and the people were happy. " To bread left nedorod so we on fire wood will save up ", - economic people spoke. Nikita Firsov has in good time reserved to sew from the krasnoarmejskoj overcoats a female coat for Ljuby, but coats have already prepared, and needs, behind warm time, in him still was not. Nikita still went to Ljube on apartment to help it to live and most in the answer to receive a food for heart pleasure. He asked it once as they will live further - together or separately. And she answered, that till the spring has no possibility to feel the happiness because it should end somewhat quicker academy of medical knowledge, and there - it will be visible Nikita has listened to this far promise, but did not demand bolshego happiness, than it already is at it thanking Ljube, whether also he did not know there is it still the best, but its heart prodroglo from long patience and uncertainty - whether it is necessary Ljube in itself, as the poor, semiliterate, demobilised person. Ljuba sometimes with a smile looked at it the light eyes in which there were big, black, not clear points, and its person round eyes has been executed by good. Once Nikita has begun to cry, covering Ljubu for the night a blanket before the leaving home, and Ljuba only has stroked it on a head and has told: "Well will be to you, it is impossible so to suffer, when I am still live". Nikita has hastened to leave to the father there to take cover, come round and to go to Ljube some days successively. "I will read, - he solved, - and I will start to live really, and Ljubu I will forget, I will not begin to remember it and the nobility. That it such especial - on light great millions live, it is even better than it is. It ugly!" Next morning it has not risen from a laying on which slept on a floor. The father, leaving on job, has tried his head and has told:
-- You hot: lay down on a bed! Be ill a little bit, then you will recover... You on war anywhere not wounded?
-- Anywhere, - Nikita has answered. Towards evening it has lost memory; at first he saw all time a ceiling and two late agonal flies on him, sheltered to be heated there for life continuation, and then the same subjects began to call in him melancholy, disgust, - a ceiling and flies as if have got to it in a brain, they could not be expelled therefrom and to cease to think of all of them more increasing thought eating already head bones. Nikita has closed eyes, but flies boiled in its brain, he has jumped from a bed to banish flies from a ceiling, and has fallen back to a pillow: it seemed to it, that from a pillow still smelt as parent breath - mother after all here slept near to the father, - Nikita has recollected it and was forgot. In four days Ljuba has found Nikita Firsova's dwelling and was to it for the first time itself. There was only a middle of day; in all houses where there lived workers, it was deserted - women have left to get provisions, and preschool children have dispersed on court yard and glades. Villages Ljuba on a bed to Nikita, has stroked to it a forehead, has wiped eyes the end of the handkerchief and has asked:
-- Well, where at you is ill?
-- Anywhere, - Nikita has told. Strong heat carried away it in the current afar from all people and near subjects, and he hardly saw now and remembered Ljubu, being afraid of it to lose in darkness of indifferent mind; it undertook a hand a pocket its coat, sewed of krasnoarmejskoj overcoats, and kept for it, as the tired swimmer for steep coast, rolling, being rescued. Illness all time aspired to carry away it on shining, empty horizon - in the high sea that he there has had a rest on slow, heavy waves.
-- At you a flu, likely, I you will take off, - have told Ljuba. - And can, and a typhus!. But anything - it is not terrible! It has lifted Nikita for shoulders and has planted his back to a wall. Then quickly and persistently Ljuba has changed clothes of Nikita for the coat, has found a fatherly scarf and has tied it a head of the patient, and a foot it has put in the valenoks rolling till winter under a bed. Having clasped Nikita, Ljuba ordered to step to it feet and has deduced him which were cold, on street. There there was a carrier. Ljuba has placed the patient in a droshky, and they have gone.
-- Not the tenant the people lives! - the carrier has told, addressing to a horse, continuously sending on errands its reins on a district small lynx. In room Ljuba of section also has laid Nikita in a bed and has covered its blanket, an old carpet path, materinskoju vethoju a shawl - all warming good what at it was.
-- What for to you houses to lay? - udovletvorenno spoke Ljuba, tucking in a blanket under hot Nikita's body. - well what for!. Your Father at job, you lay all the day one, leaving you any do not see and grieve for me... Nikita long solved and thought, where Ljuba took money for the carrier. Perhaps, she has sold the Austrian boots or the educational book (it at first has learnt it by heart that it was not necessary), or she has paid to the carrier the monthly grant... At Night Nikita laid in vague consciousness: sometimes he understood, where now is, and saw Ljubu which heated an oven and cooked food on it, and then Nikita observed unfamiliar visions of the mind operating separately from its will in compressed, hot narrowness of a head. Its fever more and more amplified. From time to time Ljuba tried a palm Nikita's forehead and considered pulse in his hand. Late at night it has given to drink its boiled, warm water and, having removed an overcoat, has laid down to the patient under a blanket because Nikita shivered from a fever and it was necessary to warm it. Ljuba has embraced Nikita and has pressed to itself, and it was curtailed from an icy cold into a lump and has clung faced to its breast more closely to feel another's, higher, best life and to forget the muchene, the prodrogshee an empty body. But it was a pity to Nikita to die now,
-- Not for the sake of itself(himself), but for the sake of that to have a touch to Ljube and by other life, - therefore he has asked whisper at Ljuby, he will recover or will die: she after all studied and should know. Ljuba has squeezed hands Nikita's head and has answered it:
-- You will soon recover... People die because they are ill one and there is nobody them to like, and you with me now... Nikita was warmed and has fallen asleep.
Weeks through three Nikita has recovered. On a court yard snow has already dropped out, suddenly became silent everywhere, and Nikita has gone to winter to the father; he did not wish to stir Ljube before the academy termination, let its mind will develop completely everything, it too from poor people. The father was delighted to returning of the son though visited him at Ljuby from two days in the third, bringing each time for the son harchi, and Ljube any gift. In the afternoon Nikita again began to work in a workshop, and visited Ljubu in the evening and wintered easy; he knew, that since spring it will be his wife and since then there will come a happy, long life. Occasionally Ljuba touched, moved it, ran from it on a room and then - after game - Nikita cautiously kissed it on a cheek. Usually Ljuba did not order to concern in vain to it of.
-- And that I will bother you, and we still all life should live! - she spoke. - I after all not such tasty: it seems to you!. To days of rest Ljuba and Nikita went to walk on winter roads for a city or went, poluobnjavshis, on ice of the fallen asleep river Potudani - it is far downwards on a summer current. Nikita laid down a stomach and looked downwards under ice where it was visible as water silently flew. Ljuba too it was arranged near to it, and, concerning each other, they observed a secluded stream of water and spoke, the river Potudan because it leaves in the sea is how much happy and this water under ice will flow by coast of the far countries in which flowers now grow and sing birds. Having thought of it it is a little, Ljuba ordered to rise immediately to Nikita from ice; Nikita went now in an old fatherly jacket on cotton wool, it to it was short, heated a little, and Nikita could catch a cold. And here they patiently were on friendly terms together almost all long winter, tomimye a presentiment of the close future happiness. The river Potudan too was concealed all the winter long under ice, and winter crops dozed under snow, - these natural phenomena calmed and even consoled Nikita Firsova: not its one heart lays in burial before spring. In February, waking up in the morning, he listened - whether already new flies buzz, and on a court yard looked at the sky and on trees of the next garden: can be, the first birds from the distant countries already arrive. But trees, grasses and germs of flies still slept in the heart of the forces and in a rudiment. In the middle of February Ljuba has told to Nikita, that final examinations at them begin the twentieth because doctors are very necessary also to the people there is no time to wait for them long. And by March examinations will already come to an end, - therefore let snow lays also the river flows under ice though till July! The pleasure of their heart will come before heat of the nature. For this time - till March - Nikita has wanted to leave a city more likely to endure term till a joint life with Any. It was called in masterful country furniture to go with a brigade of joiners to repair furniture on the Village Soviets and schools in villages. The father in the meantime - by March - has given slowly in a gift young the big case similar to volume which stood in apartment Ljuby when still her mother was the approximate bride of father Nikita. On eyes of the old joiner the life repeated already on the second or on the third circle. To understand it it is possible, and to change perhaps that it is impossible, and, having sighed, father Nikita has put a case on sanki and has carried it on apartment of the bride of the son. Snow has become warmer and thawed against the sun, but the old person was still strong and dragged sanki in an emphasis even on a black body of the become bare earth, He thought secretly, as itself could marry quite this girl Ljube, time on its mother was ashamed, but it is a shame somehow and is not present in the prosperity house to indulge, involve to the similar young maiden. And father Nikita believed from here, that the life far is not normal. The son here only was from war and again leaves the house, now for ever. It is necessary, it is visible, to it, to the old man to take to itself though pobirushku from street
-- Not for the sake of home life and that, like a house hedgehog or a rabbit, there was a second being in dwelling: let it prevents to live and brings nechistotu, but without it will cease to be the person. Having handed over Ljube a case, father Nikita has asked it when it needs to come on wedding,
-- And when Nikita will arrive: I am ready! - has told Ljuba. The father has gone on village for twenty versts where Nikita worked on manufacturing of school school desks at night. Nikita slept in an empty class on a floor, but the father has induced it and has told to it, that it is time to go to a city - it is possible to marry.
-- You go, and I for you will complete school desks! - the father has told. Nikita has put on a cap and now, not expecting a dawn, has gone on foot to district. It went one all second half of night in empty places; the field wind wandered without an order near it, concerning the person, blowing in a back, and sometimes and at all leaving on rest in silence of a roadside ravine. The Earth on slopes and on high arable lands laid dark, snow has left from it in bottoms, smelt molodoju as water and the shabby grasses which have fallen since autumn. But the autumn already forgotten old time, - the earth was now poor and free, she will give birth to all at first and only those beings which never lived. Nikita did not hurry at all to go to Ljube; it liked to be in gloomy light of night on this forgetful early earth which is forgetting all died on it and not knowing, that she will give birth in heat of new summer. At daybreak Nikita has approached to house Ljuby. Easy hoarfrost has laid down on a familiar roof and on the brick base, - Ljube, likely, is sweet is slept now in nagretoj beds, and Nikita has passed by its house not to awake the bride, not to cool its body because of the interest. To evening of the same day Nikita Firsov and Love Kuznetsova have registered in district Council in marriage, then they have come to room Ljuby and did not know, than in it to be engaged. Now it became ashamed for Nikita, that the happiness completely happens with it, that the most necessary person for it on light wishes to live at the same time with his life as if in him the great, precious good is hidden. It took hand Ljuby to itself(himself) and long held it; he enjoyed warmth of a palm of this hand, he felt through it far palpation of heart liking it and thought of not clear secret: why Ljuba smiles to it and likes it it is not known for what. He felt in accuracy, why road for it Ljuba.
-- At first give it is attempted! - has told Ljuba and has chosen the hand from Nikita. It has prepared today something: upon termination of academy to it a distance the strengthened grant in the form of products and money resources. Nikita with constraint began to eat tasty, various food At the wife. It did not remember, that sometime him treated almost for nothing, he had not to visit people for the pleasure and more in addition to gorge on at them. pokushav, Ljuba has risen the first because of a table. It has opened embraces towards to Nikita and has told to it;
-- Well! Nikita has risen and has shy embraced her, being afraid to hurt something in this special, gentle body. Ljuba itself has compressed it to itself to the aid, but Nikita has asked: "Wait, at me heart strongly was ill", - and Ljuba has left the husband. On a court yard there has come twilight, and Nikita wished to light the stove for illumination, but Ljuba has told: " It is not necessary, I after all have already terminated to study, and today our wedding ". Then Nikita has disassembled bed, and Ljuba in the meantime has undressed at him, not knowing shame before the husband. Nikita has come for a fatherly case and there has removed from itself somewhat quicker clothes, and has then laid down near to Any to spend the night. Next morning Nikita has risen very early. It has swept a room, has lighted the stove, that skipjatit a teapot, has brought from an outer entrance hall water in a bucket for washing and in the end did not know already, that to it still to make, while Ljuba sleeps. It has sat down on a chair and has become sad: Ljuba now, likely, orders to leave to it to the father for ever because, it appears, it is necessary to be able to enjoy, and Nikita cannot torment Ljubu for the sake of the happiness, and at it all force fights in heart, flows to a throat, not remaining it is more anywhere. Ljuba has woken up and looked at the husband.
-- Do not despond, it is not necessary, - she has told, smiling. - at all of us with you it will be adjusted!
-- Give I a floor I will wash up, - Nikita has asked, - and that at us is dirty.
-- Well, mine, - has agreed Ljuba. "As it is pity and weak from love to me! - thought Ljuba in a bed. - as it is lovely also roads to me, and let I will be with it the eternal girl!. I will endure. And can - sometime he begins to like me less and then will be the strong person!" Nikita fidgeted on a floor with a wet rag, washing off a dirt from sexual boards, and Ljuba laughed at it from bed.
-- Here I and married! - she rejoiced with herself and has got out in a shirt over a blanket. Having cleaned with a room, Nikita has wiped at the same time a damp rag all furniture, then has diluted cold water in a bucket hot and has taken out a basin that Ljuba washed over it from under a bed. After tea Ljuba has kissed the husband on a forehead and has gone on job to hospital, having told, that per three it will come back hour. Nikita has tried on a forehead a place of a kiss of the wife and there was one. He did not know, why it has not gone today on job, - it seemed to it that to live now to it it is a shame and, maybe, it is completely not necessary: what for then to earn money for bread? He has decided to attain the age somehow, yet ischahnet with shame and melancholy. Having surveyed the general family property in apartment, Nikita has found products and has made a dinner from one dish - kulesh with beef. And after such job has laid down downwards the person on a bed and began to consider, what is the time remains before opening of the rivers to be drowned in potudani.
-- I will wait, as ice will get under way: not for long! - he has told to itself(himself) aloud for calm and has dozed off. Ljuba has brought from service a gift - two flat dishes of winter colours; she was congratulated there on wedding by doctors and sisters of mercy. And it kept with them important and mysteriously, as the true woman. Young girls from sisters and nurses envied it, one sincere employee of a hospital drugstore has trustfully asked at Ljuby - the truth or not, what the love is something bewitching, and a marriage on love - delightful happiness? Ljuba has answered it, that the is the naked truth, because and people on light live. In the evening the husband and the wife talked with each other. Ljuba said, that they can have children and it is necessary to think of it in advance. Nikita promised to start to do overtime children's furniture in a workshop: a little table, a chair and a bed-rocking chair.
-- Revolution remained for ever, now to give birth well, - Nikita spoke. - children unfortunate never will be!
-- It is good to you to speak, and to me after all to give birth it is necessary! - took offence Ljuba.
-- It will be sick? - Nikita asked. - it is better then do not give birth, do not suffer...
-- No, I will bear, perhaps! - agreed Ljuba. In twilight it has laid bed, and that was not close to sleep, it podgorodila to a bed two chairs for feet and to lay down beds ordered across. Nikita has laid down in the specified place, has stopped and late has begun to cry in a dream at night. But Ljuba long did not sleep, she has heard its tears and has cautiously wiped sleeping person Nikita the bedsheet end, and in the morning, having woken up, it has not remembered the night grief. Since then their general life has gone on time. Ljuba treated people in hospital, and Nikita did country furniture. At free o'clock and on Sundays it worked on a court yard and on on the house though Ljuba it did not ask about it, - she precisely did not know now, whose is the house. Earlier it belonged to her mother, then it took in the state property, but the state has forgotten about the house - anybody never came to consult to integrities of the house and did not take money for apartment. To Nikita it was all the same. It has got through acquaintances of the father of a green paint-medjanki and has painted anew a roof and shutters as soon as spring weather has settled. With the same diligence it has gradually repaired a decayed shed on a court yard, has put in order gate and a fence and was going to to dig a new cellar because the old has fallen off. The river Potudan has already got under way. Nikita went two times on its coast, looked at the begun to flow waters and has decided not to die, while Ljuba still suffers it and when will cease to suffer then he will have time to die - the river will not soon freeze. Nikita did domestic economic jobs usually slowly not to sit in a room and not to bother in vain Ljube. And when it got off absolutely nagrebal to itself in a hem of a shirt clay from an old cellar and went from it to apartment. There it had a seat on a floor and moulded from clay of a figure of people and the different subjects which do not have similarity and purposes, - simply dead fictions in the form of mountain with the head which has grown from it of an animal or a tree rhizome, and the root was as though ordinary, but so confused, impassable, stuck one shoot in other, gnawing and tormenting itself, that from long supervision of this root it would be desirable to sleep. Nikita unintentionally, blissful smiled during the clay job, and Ljuba sat there and then, near to it on a floor, sewed up linen, singing songs that heard once, and between the business caressed Nikita odnoju a hand - that ironed it on a head tickled under the arm. Nikita lived in these hours with the compressed mild heart and did not know, whether something is necessary for it still more the higher and mighty, or the life actually is insignificant, - such, that already is at it now. But Ljuba looked at it the tired eyes full of patient kindness, as if kindly and happiness of a steel for it heavy work. Then Nikita rumpled the toys, transformed them again into clay and asked the wife, whether it is necessary to light the stove to warm water for tea, or to descend somewhere on business. - it is not necessary, - smiled Ljuba. - I will make all... And Nikita understood, that the life is great and, perhaps, to it is excessive, that it not all is concentrated in its fighting heart - it even more interestingly, more strongly and more expensively in the friend, the person inaccessible to it. It took a bucket and has followed water in a city well where water was purer, than in street pools. Nikita anything, could not satisfy with any job the grief and was afraid, as in the childhood of coming nearer night. Having typed waters, Nikita has come with a full bucket to the father and has sat at it on a visit.
-- What wedding have not played? - The father has asked. - secretly, in a Soviet way have coped?.
-- Let's play still, - the son has promised. - give with you we will make a small table with a chair and a bed-rocking chair, - you talk tomorrow to the master that have given a material... And that at us children, likely, will go!
-- Well, it is possible, - the father has agreed. - yes after all children at you be fast should not: it is not time still... A week later Nikita has done for itself all necessary children's furniture; it remained every evening overtime and carefully worked. And the father has absolutely finished each thing and has painted it. Ljuba has established children's utensils in a special corner, has cleaned a little table of the future child two pots of colours and has put on a chair back the new embroidered towel. In gratitude for fidelity to it and to its unknown children Ljuba has embraced Nikita, she has kissed him on a throat, has clung to a breast and liking person was long warmed near, knowing, that it is more anything to make it is impossible. And Nikita, having lowered hands, hiding the heart, silently faced to it because did not wish to seem strong, being helpless that night Nikita has slept early, having woken up it is a little after midnight. It laid long in silence and listened to a ring of hours in a city - half first, the hour, half second: three times on one blow. In the sky, behind a window, vague vegetation - yet a dawn but only darkness movement, slow ogolenie empty space, and all things in a room and new children's furniture too became appreciable has begun, but after the lived dark night they seemed pity and tired, precisely calling to to themselves to the aid. Ljuba has moved under a blanket and has sighed: can be, she too did not sleep. Just in case Nikita has stood and began to listen. However more Ljuba did not move, she again breathed exactly, and it was pleasant to Nikita, that Ljuba it lays about it live, necessary for his soul and not remembering in a dream, that, her husband, exists. If only it was whole and happy, and Nikita has enough for a life of one consciousness about it. It has dozed off in rest, being consoled in a dream of the close lovely person, and has again opened eyes. Ljuba cautiously, almost quietly cried. It has become covered with a head and there one suffered, squeezing the grief that about "0 has died silently. Nikita has faced to Ljube and has seen, how it, plaintively having curtailed under a blanket, often breathed and was oppressed. Nikita was silent. Not it is possible to console any grief; there is a grief which comes to an end only after a heart exhaustion, in long oblivion or in absent-mindedness among current everyday interests. At dawn Ljuba has ceased. Nikita has waited for time, then has raised the end of a blanket and has looked in the person of the wife. She pokojno slept, warm, quiet, with osohshimi tears... Nikita has risen, has silently put on and has left outside. Weak morning began in the world, the passer-by the beggar went with full sumoju in the middle of street. Nikita has gone after to this person to make sense to go somewhere. The beggar left for a city and has gone on bolshaku to large village Kantemirovku where from time immemorial there were big markets and veins the prosperous people; The truth, there to the poor person submitted always a little, it was necessary to be fed just on distant, bednjatskim to villages, but in Kantemirovke was idly, interestingly, it is possible to be on a market one supervision of set of people that has had a good time for the period of a shower. In Kantemirovku the beggar and Nikita have come by noon. On a city village fence the poor person has sat down in a flute, has opened a bag and together with Nikita began to be treated therefrom, and in a city they have dispersed every which way because the beggar had reasons, at their Nikita was not. Nikita has come on a market, villages in a shade for trading closed rundukom and has ceased to think about Ljube, of cares of a life and of.
... The Market watchman lived on a market twenty five years and all years fatly ate with the corpulent, childless old woman. To it always at merchants and in co-operative shops gave the meat, sub-standard rests and a waste, released under the cost price a sewing material, and also subjects on an economy, like threads, soap and other. It already and itself long since traded pomalenku in the empty, rejected container and acquired money in savings bank. On a post it needed to put out dust from all market, to wash off blood from trading shelves in a meat number, to clean a public latrine, and at night to watch for trading canopies and premises. But it only strolled at night on a market in a warm sheepskin coat, and manual labour charged to tramps and beggars who spent the night on a market; his wife almost always poured out the rests of a yesterday's meat Russian cabbage soup in pomojnoe a place so the watchman always could feed any poor person for latrine cleaning. The wife constantly punished to it - not to be engaged in manual labour, after all at it a beard grey-haired what otrosla, - it now not the watchman, and the supervisor. But unless the tramp or the beggar you will accustom to eternal work on ready harchah: it will work once, will eat, that will give, and more will ask, and back in district Lately some nights successively watchman then vanish banished from a market of the same person. When the watchman pushed him sleeping, that rose and left, nothing answering, and then again laid or sat somewhere for distant rundukom. Once the watchman all night long hunted for this homeless person, in him even blood has played from passion to torture, win another's, tired being... Time two watchman threw in it a stick and got on a head, but the tramp at a dawn nevertheless has disappeared from it, - likely, has absolutely left from a market square. And in the morning the watchman has found it again - he slept on a cesspool cover behind a latrine, directly outside. The watchman has called sleeping, that has opened eyes, but has answered nothing, has looked and again has indifferently dozed off. The watchman has thought, what is it - the mute person. It has stuck with a stick tip into a stomach dozing and has shown a hand that he followed it. In the state, tidy apartment - from kitchen and a room - the watchman has given mute pohlebat from a pot of a cold Russian cabbage soup with vyzhirkami, and after harchej ordered to take in an outer entrance hall a broom, a shovel, to a scraper, a bucket with izvestju and to tidy up absolutely public place. Mute looked at the watchman foggy eyes: likely, it was also the deaf person still... But is not present, hardly probable, - mute has taken away in an outer entrance hall all necessary tool and a material as the watchman has told to it, means - he hears. Nikita has accurately made job, and the watchman was then to check up, how it has turned out; to begin with left tolerantly, therefore the watchman has led Nikita on a hitching post and has entrusted it to collect manure and to take out it on a wheelbarrow. At home the watchman-supervisor has ordered to the mistress that it now not vyhlestyvala in a dustbin the rests from a supper and a dinner, and would merge them in separate cherepushku: let the mute person eats up.
-- Probably and to sleep it in a room to put you will order? - The mistress has asked.
-- It to what, - the owner has defined. - he will spend the night naruzhi: it after all not the deaf person, start up lays also thieves listens, and will hear - to me will come running will tell... Give to it derjuzhku, it will find ce6e a place and will lay... On slobodskom a market Nikita has lived long time. Having weaned at first to speak, he and to think, recollect and suffer became less. Only occasionally to it oppression laid down on heart, but it suffered it without reflexion, and the feeling of a grief in him gradually got tired and passed. He has already got used to live on a market, and mnogoljudstvo the people, noise of voices, daily events distracted it from memory on themselves and from the interests - food, rest, desire to see the father. Nikita constantly worked; even at night when Nikita fell asleep in an empty box among the stopped market, to it navedyvalsja the watchman-supervisor and ordered to it podremyvat and to listen, instead of to sleep in a dead way. Whether "it is not enough that, - the watchman spoke, - recently swindlers two boards from a stall have torn off, pood of honey without bread have eaten..." And at a dawn Nikita already worked, it hurried to clean a market to the people; in the afternoon too is it was impossible, it is necessary to impose manure from a heap on municipal to a supply to dig a new hole for slops and a sewage, to assort old boxes which the watchman took for nothing at trading and sold then in village separate boards, - or still there was a job. Among summer Nikita took in prison on suspicion in theft moskatelnyh the goods from market branch selpo, but the consequence has justified it because the mute, strongly exhausted person was too indifferent to charge. The inspector has not found out in Nikita's character and in its modest job on a market as the assistant to the watchman of any signs of greed by a life and inclinations to pleasure or pleasure, - he even in prison did not eat all food. The inspector has understood, that this person does not know value of personal and public things, and in circumstances of its business did not contain a direct evidence. "There is nothing to spoil prison with such person!" - The inspector has solved. Nikita has stayed in prison only five days, and therefrom again was on a market. The Watchman-supervisor was exhausted without it to work, therefore was delighted, when the mute has again seemed at market rundukov. The old man has called him in apartment and has allowed to Nikita to attempt a fresh hot Russian cabbage soup, having broken it an order and thrift in the economy. "Once will eat - will not ruin! - the old watchman-owner has calmed itself. - and further again on yesterday's cold meal will pass, when that remains!"
-- Go, dust otgrebi in a grocery number, - watchman Nikita when that has eaten a master's Russian cabbage soup has specified. Nikita has gone on habitual business. He felt poorly now itself(himself) and thought it is a little, that only unintentionally appeared in its thought. By the autumn, possibly, he at all will forget, that it such, and, seeing around world action, - not begins to have more about him representation; let it seems to all people, that this person lives to itself on light, and actually it only will be here and to exist in unconsciousness, in poverty of mind, in loss of consciousness, as in house heat, as in shelter from a mortal grief... Soon after prison, already on otdanii summer, - when nights became longer,
-- Nikita as it is necessary by a rule, wished to lock in the evening a door in a latrine, but the voice therefrom was heard:
-- pogodi, small to close!. Or and from here kindly steal? Nikita has waited for the person. The premise left the father with an empty bag under the arm.
-- Hi, Nikitas! - the father has told at first and suddenly has plaintively begun to cry, hesitating of tears and not wiping them anything not to consider their existing. - we thought, you the dead man for a long time... Means, you are whole? Nikita has embraced the grown thin, hung father, - in him the heart which has weaned with feeling has got under way now. Then they have gone on an empty market and were sheltered in pass between two rundukov.
-- And I behind groats here have come, here it is cheaper, - the father has explained. - yes here, you see, was late, the market has dispersed... Well, now I will spend the night, and tomorrow the purchase and I will go... And you here that? Nikita has wanted to answer the father, however at it ssohlos a throat, and he has forgotten, as it is necessary to speak. Then it has begun to cough and has whispered:
-- I, anything. And Ljuba it is live?
-- In the river it was drowned, - the father has told. - but its fishermen have seen at once and have pulled out, steels othazhivat, - it and in hospital laid: has recovered.
-- And now it is live? - Nikita has silently asked.
-- Yes for the present has not died, - the father has said. - at it blood a throat goes often: likely, when rolled, has caught a cold. She bad has chosen time, - here somehow weather has deteriorated, water was cold... The Father has taken out bread from a pocket, has given half to son, and they have chewed a little for a supper. Nikita was silent, and the father has laid a bag on the earth and was going to to keep within.
-- And you have a place? - The father has asked. - and that lay down on a bag, and I will be on the earth, I will not catch a cold, I old...
-- And paternal Ljuba it was drowned? - Nikita has whispered.
-- At you the throat, what l, is ill? - The father has asked. - will pass!... On you it was strongly killed and missed, here the paternal... Integral month on the river Potudani, on coast, backwards-forward for hundred versts went. Thought, you have sunk and will emerge, and she wished you to see. And you, appear, here live. It is bad... Nikita thought about Ljube, and again its heart was filled with a grief and force.
-- You spend the night, the father, one, - has told Nikita. - I will go on Ljubu I will have a look.
-- Go, - the father has agreed. - now to go well, cool. And I will come tomorrow, then we will talk... Leaving a large village, Nikita has run on deserted district bolshaku. Having got tired, it walked some time, then again ran in free easy air on dark fields. Late at night Nikita has knocked in a window to Ljube and has touched shutters with which it has painted once with a green paint, - now shutters seemed dark blue from dark night. It has clung faced to a windowpane. From the white bedsheet which have gone down from a bed, on a room weak light dissipated, and Nikita has seen the children's furniture made it with the father, - it was whole. Then Nikita has strongly knocked on a window frame. But Ljuba again has not answered, it has not approached to a window to learn it. Nikita has got through a gate, has entered in a shade, then into a room, - doors have not been locked: who here lived, that did not care of preservation of property from thieves. On a bed under a blanket laid Ljuba, having taken cover with a head.
-- Ljuba! - its Nikita has silently called.
-- What? - Has asked Ljuba from under a blanket. She did not sleep. Perhaps, it laid one in fear and illness or considered knock in a window and Nikita's voice as a dream. Nikita has sat down with edge on a bed.
-- Ljuba, it I have come! - Nikita has told. Ljuba has cast away a blanket from the person.
-- Go more soon to me! - she has asked the former, gentle voice and has stretched hands to Nikita. Ljuba was afraid, that all it now will disappear; it has seized Nikita by hands and has pulled it to itself. Nikita has embraced Ljubu with toju siloju which tries to contain other, liked person in the requiring soul; but it has soon come round, and it became a shame to it.
-- To you it is not sick? - Nikita has asked.
-- No! I do not feel, - have answered Ljuba. He has wished it everything that it was consoled, and severe, pity force has come to it. However Nikita has not learnt from the close love with Any more the higher pleasure, than knew it ordinary, - he has felt only, that its heart dominates now in all its body and shares the blood with poor, but necessary pleasure. Ljuba has asked Nikita, maybe, will light the stove, after all on a court yard it will be still for a long time dark. Let fire shines in a room, all the same to sleep it any more does not want, she begins to expect a dawn and to look at Nikita. But in an outer entrance hall there was no any more fire wood. Therefore Nikita has torn off on a court yard from a shed two boards, has pricked them on a part and on chips and has kindled the iron furnace. When fire has got warm, Nikita has opened an oven door that light left outside. Ljuba has descended from a bed and village on a floor against Nikita where it was light.
-- To you of anything now, it is not a pity to live with me? - She has asked.
-- No, I of anything, - was answered with Nikita. - I have already got used to be happy with you.
-- Kindle an oven more feasibly, and that I prodrogla, - has asked Ljuba. It was now in one zanoshennoj to a nightgown, and its grown thin body was cold in a cool twilight of late time.
