In day of the thirtieth anniversary of private life Voshchevu have dismissed from small mechanical factory where it extracted means for the existence. In the discharge document to it have written, that it is eliminated from manufacture owing to growth slabosilnosti in him and thoughtfulness among the general rate of work. Voshchev took on thing apartment in a bag and left outside that on air it is better to understand the future. But air was empty, motionless trees carefully held a heat in leaves, and the dust on deserted road boringly laid — in the nature there was such position. Voshchev did not know, where it attracts, and has leant the elbows in the end of a city on a low fencing of one manor in which accustomed bessemejnyh children to work and advantage. Further the city stopped — there was only beer for othodnikov and nizkooplachivaemyh the categories, standing as establishment, without any court yard, and for beer the clay hillock towered, and the old tree grew on him one among light weather. Voshchev has reached to beer and has entered there on sincere human voices. Here there were the unrestrained people who were buried in oblivion of misfortune, and Voshchevu became more deafly and is easier among them. It was present in beer see you in the evening, the wind of varying weather yet has not rustled; then Voshchev has approached to an open window to notice the beginning of night, and has seen a tree on a clay hillock — it shook from a bad weather, and with secret shame its leaves were turned. Somewhere, likely in a garden sovtorgsluzhashchih, the wind band pined: monotonous, not coming true music was carried away by a wind in the nature through priovrazhnuju a heathland because to it the pleasure seldom relied, but could make nothing equivalent to music and spent evening time motionlessly. After a wind the silence has again come, and it was covered with even more silent gloom. Villages Voshchev at a window to observe gentle darkness of night, to listen to different sad sounds and to suffer the heart surrounded with rigid stony bones.
— Hey, food! - it was distributed in already ceased institution. - give us pair kruzhechek — in a cavity to pour! Voshchev for a long time has found out, that people in beer always came in steams, as grooms and brides, and sometimes the whole amicable weddings. The food employee has not submitted this time some beer, and two come roofers have wiped aprons thirsting mouths.
— To you, the bureaucrat, the working person one finger should order, and you are proud! But the food coast the forces from office deterioration for private life also did not enter disagreements.
— The establishment, citizens, is closed. Be engaged in something on the apartment. Roofers took from a saucer in a mouth on salty drying and left away. Voshchev there was one in beer.
— The citizen! You demanded only one mug, and sit here is termless! You paid for a drink, instead of for a premise! Voshchev has grasped the bag and has gone at night. The questioning sky shone over Voshchevym painful force of stars, but in a city fires and who had possibility have already been extinguished, that slept, having gorged on a supper. Voshchev has gone down on earth crumbs in a ravine and has laid down there a stomach downwards to fall asleep and leave itself. But for a dream rest of mind, its trustfulness by a life, a pardon of the lived grief was necessary, whether and Voshchev laid in dry pressure of consciousness and did not know it is useful in the world or all without it will safely manage? From an unknown place the wind that people have not choked has blown, and a weak voice of doubt the suburban dog has let know about the service.
— To boringly dog, she lives thanks to one birth, as well as I. Body Voshcheva has turned pale for weariness, he has felt a cold a few centuries ago and has closed them warm eyes. Pivnik already freshened the institution, already worried around winds and grasses from the sun when Voshchev has regretfully opened the eyes poured by damp force. It again should live and eat, therefore it has gone in zavkom — to protect the unnecessary work.
— The administration says, that you stood and thought among manufacture, - have told in zavkome. - Of what you thought, companion Voshchev?
— About the life plan.
— The factory works under the ready plan of trust, And you could study the plan of private life in club or in a red corner.
— I thought of the plan of the general life. I am not afraid of the life, it to me not a riddle.
— Well also what you could make?
— I could invent something like happiness, and from sincere sense productivity would improve.
— The happiness will occur from materialism, companion Voshchev, instead of from sense. We cannot defend you, you the person irresponsible, and we do not wish to come to be at the tail-end of weights. Voshchev wished to ask any weakest job that has sufficed on livelihood: he will think during after-hour time; but for the request it is necessary to have respect for people, and Voshchev did not see from them feeling to.
— You are afraid to be at the tail-end: it — finiteness, also have mounted upon a neck!
— To you, Voshchev, the state has given superfluous hour on your thoughtfulness — worked eight, now seven, you and veins were silent! If all of us at once we will reflect, who will operate?
— Without a thought people operate senselessly! - has said Voshchev in reflexion. It has left from zavkoma unaided. Its pedestrian way laid among summer, on the parties built houses and a technical accomplishment — in those houses there will be exist silently hitherto homeless weights. Body Voshcheva was indifferent to convenience, he could live not being exhausted in an open place and pined for the misfortune during satiety, in days of rest on last apartment. It once again had to pass suburban beer, once again he has looked at a place of the lodging for the night there there was something the general with his life, and Voshchev has come to be in space where there was before it only a horizon and sensation of a wind in the inclined person. Through verst there was a house of the highway supervisor. Having got used to emptiness, the supervisor loudly quarrelled with the wife, and the woman sat at an open window with the child in a lap and answered the husband with abuse exclamations; the child silently burnt a frill of the shirt, understanding, but nothing speaking. This patience of the child has encouraged Voshcheva, he has seen, that mother and the father do not feel meaning of the life and razdrazheny, and the child lives without reproach, growing to itself on muchene. Here Voshchev has decided to strain the soul, not to regret a body on mind job, soon to return to the house of the road supervisor and to tell to the intelligent child secret of the life, all time forgotten by his parents. "Their body now wanders automatically, - observed parents Voshchev, - they do not feel essence".
— Why you do not feel essence? - Has asked Voshchev, obratjas in a window. - at you the child lives, and you swear — it weigh light was born to end. The husband and the wife with fear of the conscience hidden behind malignancy of persons, looked at the witness.
— If you have nothing to exist easy, you would esteem the child — to you it will be better.
— And that here it is necessary to you? - With a malicious subtlety in a voice the supervisor of road has asked. - you go and go, for such and road zamostili... Voshchev stood among a way not daring. The family waited, while it will leave, and held the harm in a stock.
— I would leave, but I have. Far here to other any city?
— Close, - the supervisor has answered, - if does not stand, the road will finish.
— And you honour the child, - has told Voshchev, - when you will die, it will be. Having told these words, Voshchev has departed from the house of the supervisor on verst and there villages on ditch edge, but soon he has felt doubt in the life and weakness of a body without true, he could not work and go further on road, not knowing the exact device of all world and where it is necessary to aspire. Voshchev, having exhausted with reflexion, has laid down in dusty, travellers of a grass; it was hot, barrels a day wind, and cocks on village somewhere shouted — all indulged in the meek existence, one Voshchev has separated and was silent. Died, palyj the sheet laid near to golovoju Voshcheva, it was brought by a wind from a distant tree, and now humility in the earth was necessary to this sheet. Voshchev has picked up the withered sheet and has hidden it in secret branch of a bag where it saved up any subjects of misfortune and obscurity. " You had no meaning of the life, - with avarice of sympathy believed Voshchev, - lay here, I learn, for what you lived and were lost. Time you is necessary to nobody and roll among all world I will store and remember you ".
— All lives and suffers on light, nothing understanding, - roads have told Voshchev near and has risen to go, surrounded with general patient existence. - as though someone one or few the several have taken from us the convinced feeling and took it to itself. It went on road to exhaustion; was exhausted Voshchev soon as soon as his soul recollected, that she has ceased to know true. But the city in the distance was already visible; its co-operative bakeries smoked, and the evening sun shined a dust over houses from population movement. That city began a smithy, and in it during pass Voshcheva repaired the car from bezdorozhnoj drivings. Fat the cripple stood beside a hitching post and addressed to the smith:
— Mish, an embankment tabachku: again the lock I will break at night! The smith did not answer from under the car. Then the crippled has pushed with its crutch in back.
— Mish, stop to work — an embankment is better: losses I will do! Voshchev has stopped about the cripple because from depth of a city the system of children-pioneers with tired music ahead along the street has moved.
— I have given yesterday the whole rouble to you, - the smith has told. - give me rest though for a week! And that I suffer-suffer also your crutches pozhgu!
— Burn down! - the invalid has agreed. - me children on the cart deliver — a roof with kuzni I will break! The smith has distracted a kind of children and, dobreja, filled to crippled tobacco in a tobacco pouch:
— Plunder, a locust! Voshchev has paid attention, that the cripple did not have feet — one absolutely, and instead of another there was a wooden prefix; kept mutilated with a support of crutches and subsidiary pressure of a wooden shoot of the right cut foot. A teeth at the invalid was not any, it has worked them absolutely on food, but nael the enormous person and the corpulent rest of a trunk; its brown it is avaricious otverstye eyes observed the world extraneous to them with greed of haplessness, with melancholy of the accumulated passion, and in its mouth gums rubbed, saying inaudible thoughts of the legless. The orchestra of pioneers, having kept away, has played music of a young campaign. By a smithy, with consciousness of importance of the future, barefooted girls went an exact march; their weak, reaching manhood bodies have been dressed in matroski, on thoughtful, attentive heads is free red berets reclined, and their feet have been covered by youth down. Each girl, moving to a measure of the general system, smiled with feeling of the value, from consciousness of gravity of the life necessary for a continuity of a system and force of a campaign. Any of these pioneers was born when in fields dead horses social soldiers laid, and not all pioneers had a skin at an o'clock of the origin because their mothers ate only stocks of own body; therefore on the person of each pioneer there was a difficulty of an infirmity of an early life, scarcity of a body and beauty of expression. But the happiness of children's friendship, realisation of the future world in game of a youth and advantage of strict freedom have designated the important pleasure which has replaced with it beauty and house fatness on children's faces. Voshchev stood with shyness before eyes of procession of these unknown persons to it, uneasy children; He was ashamed, that pioneers, probably, know and feel more it because children are the time ripening in a fresh body, and it, Voshchev, is eliminated by a hurrying, operating youth in silence of obscurity, as a life vain attempt to achieve the objective. And Voshchev has felt shame and energy — he has wanted to open immediately general, long meaning of the life to live ahead of children, faster their swarty feet filled with firm tenderness. One pioneer has run out from numbers in a rye field adjoining to a smithy and there has broken a plant. During the action the small woman has bent down, having bared a spring on a swelling up body, and with ease of imperceptible force has disappeared by, leaving a regret in two spectators — Voshcheve and the cripple. Voshchev has had a look at the invalid; at that the person was inflated with desperate blood, it has moaned a sound and has stirred rukoju in the heart of a pocket. Voshchev observed mood mighty crippled, but was glad, that the ugly creature of imperialism never will manage socialist children. However the cripple looked up to the end pioneer procession, and Voshchev was afraid for an integrity and purity of small people.
— You would look eyes somewhere away, - he has told to the invalid. - you would light is better!
— A march aside, the mentor! - has said the legless. Voshchev did not move.
— To whom I speak? - Has reminded the cripple. - to receive from me has wanted?!
— No, - has answered Voshchev. - I was frightened, that you on that girl the word will tell or will work somehow. The invalid in habitual torture has inclined the big head to the earth.
— That I will tell to the child, stervets. I look at children for memory because I will die soon.
Is, likely, on capitalist battle you have hurt, - has silently spoken Voshchev. - Though cripples too old men happen, I them saw. The crippled person has turned the eyes on Voshcheva in which now there was an atrocity of surpassing mind; crippled in the beginning even has kept silent from anger on the passer-by, and has then told with an exasperation slowness:
— Old men such happen, and here kalechnyh such as you, - are not present.
— I on war present was not, - have told Voshchev. - Then and I have returned therefrom not completely all.
— I see, that you were not: whence you the fool! When the muzhik of war did not see, he like not giving birth woman — the idiot lives. You through a shell of all it is appreciable!
— Eh!. the smith has plaintively said. - I look at children, and most and it would be desirable to shout: "Long live on First of May!" Music of pioneers has had a rest and has played in the distance a movement march. Voshchev continued to pine and has gone to this city to live. Till the evening silently went Voshchev on a city, as if pending when the world becomes well-known. However to it it was still not clear on light, and he felt a silent place where was nothing in darkness of the body, but anything interfered with nothing to begin. As in absentia living, Voshchev walked by people, feeling accruing force gorjujushchego mind and more and more retiring in narrowness of the grief. Only now he has seen the middle of a city and its under construction devices. The evening electricity has already been lighted on postroechnyh woods, but field light of silence and a fading smell of a dream have come nearer here from the general space and stood untouched in air. Separately by nature in a light place of an electricity with desire people worked, erecting brick ogorozhi, walking with a cargo burden in the board I go woods. Voshchev long observed building of a tower unknown to it; He saw, that workers moved in regular intervals, without sharp force, but something has already arrived in construction for its end.
— Whether people in feeling of the life when there arrive constructions decrease? - Did not dare to believe Voshchev. - the person will construct the House. And itself will be upset. Who to live then will be? - Doubted Voshchev on the move. It has departed from the city middle on its end. While it moved there, there has come deserted night; only water and a wind occupied in the distance this gloom and the nature, and one birds have managed to sing of grief of this great substance because they flied from above and to it it was easier. Voshchev has come in waste ground and has found out a warm hole for a lodging for the night; having decreased in this terrestrial hollow, he has put a bag where collected for memory and vengeance any obscurity under a head, has grieved and with that has fallen asleep. But any person has entered on waste ground with a plait in hands and the beginnings sech the grassy groves growing here ispokon of a century. By midnight kosar has reached to Voshcheva and has defined to it to rise and leave from the area.
— That to you! - reluctantly spoke Voshchev. - What here the area, this superfluous place.
— And now there will be an area. Now here it is necessary to be to stone business. You come to have a look at this place in the morning, and that it will soon disappear forever under the device.
— And where to me to be?
— You courageously can in a barrack dospat. Go there and sleep till the morning, and in the morning you will be found out. Voshchev has gone under the story kosarja and has soon noticed a board shed on the former kitchen garden. In a shed seventeen or twenty persons slept on a back, and pripotushennaja the lamp shined unconscious human faces. All sleeping were thin, as died, the close place between a skin and bones at everyone has been occupied by veins, and on a thickness of veins it was visible, as it is a lot of blood they should pass during pressure of work. The chintz of shirts with accuracy passed slow freshening job of heart — it fought close, in darkness of the devastated body of everyone fallen asleep. Voshchev has peered at the person near sleeping — whether it expresses meek happiness of the satisfied person. But sleeping laid zamertvo, it is deep and it is sad his eyes have disappeared, and the grown cold feet were helplessly extended in old working trousers. Except dyhanja, in a barrack there was no sound, nobody saw dreams and did not talk to memoirs, - everyone existed without any surplus of a life, and during a dream there was live only a heart protecting the person. Voshchev has felt a cold of weariness and has laid down for heat among two bodies of sleeping workmen. He has fallen asleep, unfamiliar to these people who have closed the eyes, and happy, that about them spends the night, and so slept, not feeling true, till light morning.
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In the morning Voshchevu has gone to any instinct a head, he has woken up and listened to another's words, not opening eyes.
— It is weak!
— It irresponsible.
— Anything: capitalism did fools of our breed, and this too the gloom rest.
— If only it on estate approached: then — suits.
— Seeing on its body, its class poor. Voshchev in doubt has opened eyes on light of the come day. Yesterday's sleeping the live were above it and observed its ailing position.
— You what for here go and exist? - Has asked one at which from exhaustion the beard poorly grew.
— I here do not exist, - have said Voshchev, being ashamed, that many people feel now its one. - I only think here.
— And for the sake of what you think, yourself torment?
— At me without true a body slabnet, I cannot be fed with work, I reflected on manufacture, and me have reduced... All workmen were silent against Voshcheva: their persons were indifferent and boring, the rare, in advance tired thought shined their patient eyes.
— That your true! - the one who spoke before has told. - You do not work, you do not worry substances of existence, whence you will recollect thought!
— And what for to you true? - Other person has asked, having opened caked lips from silence. - only in mind at you it will be good, and it is outside disgusting.
— You, probably, know all? - With shyness of weak hope has asked them Voshchev.
— Anyhow? We give existence to all organisations! - the low person from the dried up mouth about which from exhaustion the beard poorly grew has answered. At this time the door input was opened, and Voshchev has seen night kosarja with a collective teapot: boiled water has already kept up on a plate which burnt on a barrack court yard; awakening time passed, has come it is time to eat for day work... Rural hours hung on a wooden wall and patiently went a gravity of dead cargo; the pink flower has been represented on shape of the mechanism to console everyone who sees time. Workmen have sat down abreast on length of a table, kosar, knowing female business in a barrack, bread cut and has given to each person a chunk, and in increases on a piece of yesterday's cold beef. Workmen have started to eat seriously, taking in itself I peep for granted, but not enjoying it. Though they also owned meaning of the life, that to equivalently eternal happiness, however their persons were gloomy and thin, and instead of rest of a life they had exhaustion. Voshchev with avarice of hope, with fear of loss observed these sadly existing people capable without a celebration to store in true; it was already happy also with that the true consisted on light in near to it a body of the person which now only spoke with it, means, enough only to be about that person to become patient by a life and able-bodied.
— Go with us to eat! - eating people have called Voshcheva. Voshchev has risen and, yet not having full belief in the general necessity of the world, has gone is, hesitating and grieving.
— What you such poor? - Have asked it.
— So, - has answered Voshchev. - I too wish to work now over substance of existence. During doubt in correctness of a life he seldom ate easy, always feeling the wearying soul. But now he has eaten coolly, and the most active among workmen, companion Safronov, has informed it after a food, that, perhaps, and Voshchev now suits in work because people became expensive now, on a level with a material; here which day goes profupolnomochennyj on vicinities of a city and empty places to meet thriftless poor men and to form of them constant workers, but seldom whom results — all people are occupied by a life and work. Voshchev has already gorged on and has risen among the sitting.
— That have you risen? - Its Safronov has asked.
— Sitting at me the thought develops is even worse. I will better stand.
— Well, stand. You, likely, intelligency — that if only to sit yes to think.
— While I was unconscious, I lived manual skills, and then — have not seen value of a life and oslab. Music has approached To a barrack and has played special vital sounds in which there was no thought, but there was the exulting presentiment resulting body Voshcheva in the jingling condition of pleasure. Disturbing sounds of sudden music gave feeling of conscience, they suggested to save life time, to pass a hope distance up to the end and to reach it, to find there a source of this exciting singing and not to begin to cry before death from melancholy of futility. Music has ceased, and the life has settled in all former weight. profupolnomochennyj, already familiar Voshchevu, has entered into a working premise and has asked to pass all artel once across an old city to see value of that work which will begin on vykoshennom waste ground after procession. The artel of workmen left outside and with confusion has stopped against musicians. Safronov is false coughed, being ashamed of the public honour turned to it in the form of music. Navvy Chiklin looked with surprise and expectation — he did not feel the merits, but wished to hear once again to a solemn march and being silent be glad. Others have shy lowered patient hands. profupolnomochennyj from cares and activity forgot to feel itself and so to it it was easier; in vanity splachivanija and the organisation of subsidiary pleasures for workers it did not remember weights about satisfaction pleasures of private life, grew thin and slept deeply at night. If profupolnomochennyj has lowered excitement of the job, has recollected about a lack of house property of the family or would stroke at night the decreased, grown old body, he would feel shame of existence at the expense of two percent of grieving work. But it could not stop and have beholding consciousness. With the speed occurring from uneasy fidelity by the worker, profupolnomochennyj has acted forward to show the city settled by manors to the qualified workmen because they should begin today construction that uniform building where all local class of proletariat will enter on settlement, - and that general house will tower over all farmstead, domestic city, and small individual houses will become empty, them is impenetrable will cover flora, and breath ischahshie people of forgotten time there will gradually stop. To a barrack have approached a little stone kladchikov from two novostrojashchihsja factories, profupolnomochennyj has strained from delight of last minute before a march of builders on a city; musicians have put wind accessories to lips, but the artel of workmen stood separately, not ready to go. Safronov has noticed false diligence on persons of musicians and has taken offence for humiliated music.
Is that else for a toy have thought up? Where it we will go — that we did not see! profupolnomochennyj has lost readiness of the person and has felt the soul — he always felt it, when him offended.
— Companion Safronov! It okrprofbjuro wished to show to your first exemplary artel pity of the old life, different poor dwellings and boring conditions, and also a cemetery where proletarians who have died before revolution without happiness were buried, - then you would see, what is the lost city costs among plain of our country then you would learn at once, what for the general house to proletariat which you will start to build after that is necessary to us...
— You to us not pereugozhdaj! - vozrazhajushche Safronov has said. - that we — or did not see petty houses where there live different authorities? Take away music in the children's organisation, and we will cope with the house on one consciousness.
— Means, I pereugozhdenets? - More and more guessing, it was frightened profupolnomochennyj. - we have in a trade-union bureau one any allilujshchik, and I, mean, pereugozhdenets? And, been ill with heart, profupolnomochennyj silently has gone to union establishment, and an orchestra behind it. On vykoshennom waste ground smelt as the died grass and dampness of the bared places, the general grief of a life and melancholy of futility paternal was more clearly felt. Voshchevu have given a shovel, it has compressed her hands, precisely wished to extract true from terrestrial ashes; made destitute, Voshchev agreed and not to have sense of existence, but wished to observe at least it in substance of a body of other, near person, - and to be near to that person, could offer on work all weak body exhausted with thought and senselessness. Among waste ground there was an engineer — not old, but grey-haired from the bill of the nature the person. It represented all world a dead body — he judged it by those parts what already have been turned by it into constructions. The world everywhere gave in to its attentive and imagining mind limited only to consciousness of stagnancy of the nature; the material always surrendered to accuracy and patience, means, it was dead and deserted. But the person was live and worthy among all sad substance, therefore the engineer now politely smiled to workmen. Voshchev saw, that cheeks at the engineer were pink, but not from fatness, and from excessive palpitation, and Voshchevu it was pleasant, that at this person heart worries and fights. The engineer has told CHiklinu, that it has already broken excavations both has marked a foundation ditch, and has shown on the hammered pegs: now it is possible to begin. CHiklin listened to the engineer and dobavochno checked its breakdown by the mind and experience — it during excavations was the senior in artel, soil work was its best trade; when will come it is time butovoj layings CHiklin will obey to Safronov.
— It is not enough hands, - has told CHiklin to the engineer, is a starvation, instead of job — time will eat all advantage.
— The stock exchange promised to send fifty persons, and I asked hundred, - the engineer has answered. - but we will answer for all jobs in continent only you and I: you are a leading brigade.
— We will not conduct. And we will equal all with themselves. If only people were. And having told it, CHiklin has stuck a shovel into the top pulp of the earth, having concentrated the thoughtful face downwards is indifferent; Voshchev too has started to dig soil deep into, starting up all force in a shovel; it supposed now possibility of that the childhood will grow, the pleasure will become thought and the future person will find to itself rest in this strong house to look from high windows in wiped, its waiting world. Already thousand bylinok, backs and small soil shelters of an assiduous creature it has destroyed for ever and worked in tesninah melancholy clay. But CHiklin it has outstripped, it has left for a long time a shovel and took a breakage to crumble the bottom compressed breeds. Abolishing the ancient natural device, CHiklin could not understand it. From consciousness of small number of artel Chiklin hastily broke a century ground, turning all life of the body in blows in dead places. Its heart habitually fought, the patient back was exhausted then, no protecting fat at CHiklina under a skin existed — its old veins and interiors close approached outside, he felt surrounding without calculation and consciousness, but with accuracy. Once it was younger also than it liked girls — from greed to its powerful body going anywhere which did not store itself and was devoted to all. In CHikline then many required as shelter and rest among its correct heat, but he wished to cover too many that also most was that to feel then women and companions with jealousy left it, and CHiklin, grieving at night, left on a market square and overturned trading boxes or at all carried away them somewhere away, for what pined then in prison and sang therefrom songs in summer cherry evenings. By noon diligence Voshcheva gave ever less the earth, it has started to be irritated already from digging and has lagged behind artel; only one thin workman worked more silently it. This back was gloomy, insignificant all body, weakness sweat dripped in clay from its muddy monotonous person who have acquired on a circle rare hair; at earth lifting on urez a foundation ditch he coughed and compelled from itself mokrotu, and then, having calmed down, closed eyes, as if wishing a dream.
— Goats! - Safronov has shouted to it. - you again nemozhetsja?
— Again, - has answered Goats with the pale voice of the child.
— You enjoy much, - Safronov has said. - you we will put to sleep now on a table under a lamp that you laid and was ashamed. Goats has had a look at Safronov red crude eyes and has kept silent from indifferent exhaustion.
— For what it you? - Has asked Voshchev. Goats has taken out a mote from the bone nose and has looked aside, precisely grieving about freedom, but actually about what did not grieve.
— They speak, - he has answered, - that at me women are not present, - hardly insults has told Goats, - that I under a blanket like at night myself, and in the afternoon from emptiness of a body to live I do not suit. They after all, as they say, know all! Voshchev again began to dig identical clay and saw, that clay and the general earth remains more many — still for a long time it is necessary to have a life to overcome zabvenem and work this lain down world which has hidden in the darkness true of all existence. Perhaps, it is easier to invent meaning of the life in a head — after all it is possible to guess unintentionally him or to concern it it is sad current feeling.
— Safronov, - has told Voshchev, having weakened terpenem, - is better I will think without the job, all the same all light not razroesh to the bottom.
— You will not invent, - not distracting, Safronov has informed, - you will not have a memory of substance, and you will begin like Kozlova to think yourself, as an animal.
— That you groan, the orphan! - has responded CHiklin in front. - Look at people and live, while was born. Voshchev has had a look at people and has decided to live somehow, time they suffer and live: it together with them has occurred and will die in due time unseparably with people.
— Goats, lay down downwards the person, otdyshsja! - has told CHiklin. - Coughs, sighs, is silent, will grieve! - so tombs dig, instead of houses. But Goats did not respect another's pity to itself — he has imperceptibly stroked in the bosom the deaf shabby breast and continued to dig a coherent ground. He still believed in approach of a life after construction of the big houses and was afraid, that during its that life will not accept, if it is presented there by a plaintive unearned element. Only one feeling touched Kozlova in the mornings — its heart was at a loss to fight, but nevertheless he hoped to live in the future at least the small rest of heart; however on weakness of a breast it had to iron in an operating time itself occasionally over bones and to persuade whisper to suffer. There has already passed midday, and the stock exchange has not sent navvies. Night kosar grasses has slept, has welded potatoes, has watered with their eggs, has moistened with butter, has added some yesterday's porridge, strewed from above for luxury fennel and has brought in a copper this modular food for development of the fallen forces of artel. Fur-trees in silence, not looking against each other and without greed, not recognising behind price food, precisely force of the person occurs from one consciousness. The engineer has bypassed the daily detour different indispensable establishments and was on a foundation ditch. It has stood aside while people have eaten all from a copper and then has told:
— On Monday will be forty more person. And today Saturday: already it is time to you to finish.
— How so to finish? - Has asked CHiklin. - We still or ones and a half will throw out a cube, earlier to finish to what
— And it is necessary to finish, - the manufacturer of jobs has minded. - you already work more than six hours, and there is a law.
— That law for one tired elements, - has prevented CHiklin, - and at me still a little forces remains to a dream. Who as thinks? - He has asked all.
— See you in the evening long, - Safronov has informed, - that lives in vain to vanish, we will better make a thing. We after all not animals, we can live for the sake of enthusiasm.
— Perhaps the nature will show something to us below, - has told Voshchev.
— And that! - has said who from workmen is not known. The engineer has inclined a head, he was afraid of empty house time, he did not know, how to it to live to one.
— Then also I will go pocherchu a little and pile nests I will count again.
— And that that: go pocherti and count! - has agreed CHiklin. - All the same the earth is dug up, around boringly — we will get off, then we will appoint a life and we will have a rest. The manufacturer of jobs has slowly departed. He has recollected the childhood when on the holidays eve the servants washed floors, mother cleaned rooms, and neprijutnaja water, and it along the street flew, the boy, did not know, where to it to get to, and to it was melancholy and thoughtful. Now too weather was gone, over plain slow gloomy clouds have gone, and in all Russia now wash floors on the socialism holiday's eve, - to enjoy somehow still early and to what; it is better to sit down, reflect and draw parts of the future house. Goats from satiety has felt pleasure, and its mind has increased.
— To all light, as they say, owners and to guzzle like, - has informed Goats. - the owner to itself at once the house would construct, and you will die on the empty earth.
— Goats, you cattle! - Safronov has defined. - on what to you proletariat in the house when you one body rejoice?
— Start up I rejoice! - has answered Goats. - and who liked me though time? Suffer, speak, while the old man capitalism will die, now it has come to an end, and I again live one under a blanket, and to me after all is sad! Voshchev has become agitated from friendship to Kozlovu.
— The grief is anything, a companion of Goats, - has told it, is means, our class feels all world, and happiness all the same far business... With happiness only the shame will begin! During following time Voshchev and others with it have again risen on job. The sun was still high, and plaintively sang birds in shined air, not triumphing, and searching for food in space; swallows low rushed over the inclined digging people, they ceased wings for weariness, and under their down and feathers there was a need sweat — they flied from the dawn, not ceasing to torment for satiety of baby birds and girlfriends. Voshchev has lifted once bird who has instantly died in air and fallen downwards: it was all in sweat; and when it Voshchev has plucked to see a body in his hands there was the poor sad being which was lost from exhaustion of the work. And now Voshchev did not regret itself on destruction of an accrete ground: here there will be a house, people will be stored in him from a hardship and to throw crumbs from windows to birds living outside. CHiklin, not seeing neither birds, nor the sky, not feeling thought, heavily destroyed the earth a breakage, and its flesh was exhausted in clay dredging, but he did not grieve for weariness, knowing, that in a night dream its body will be filled again. Exhausted Goats of villages for the earth also cut with an axe the bared limestone; it worked, not remembering time and a place, lowering the rests of the warm force in a stone which it dissected, - the stone heated up, and Goats gradually grew cold. It could so all imperceptibly to die, and the destroyed stone would be its poor inheritance to the future growing people. Trousers Kozlova from movement zagolilis, through a skin were fitted curve sharp bones of shins, as knifes with jags. Voshchev has felt from those defenceless bones melancholy nervousness, expecting, that bones will break through a fragile skin and leave outside; it has tried the feet in the same bone places and has told all:
— It is time poshabashit! And that you are exhausted, will die, and who then will be people? Voshchev has not heard to itself a word in the answer. Evening already came: dark blue night in the distance rose, promising a dream and cool breath, and — precisely grief — stood dead height over the earth. Goats still destroyed a stone in the earth, on what not leaving with a sight, and, likely, its weakened heart boringly fought.
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The manufacturer of jobs obshcheproletarskogo at home left the drawing office during night darkness. The foundation ditch hole was empty, the artel of workmen has fallen asleep in a barrack a close number of trunks, and only fire night pripotushennoj lamps got therefrom through cracks tesa, holding light on everyone unfortunate cases or for this purpose who will suddenly want to drink. The engineer Prushevsky has approached to a barrack and has had a look inside through an aperture of the former knot; about a wall slept CHiklin, its hand which has swelled up from force laid on a stomach, and all body rustled in feeding job of a dream; barefooted Goats slept with an open mouth, its throat bubbled, as if breath air passed through heavy dark blood, and half-open pale eyes left rare tears from a dream or unknown melancholy. Prushevsky has taken away a head from boards and has thought. Night construction of factory was in the distance shone by an electricity, but Prushevsky knew, that there there is nothing, except a dead building material and tired, not thinking people. Here he has invented unique obshcheproletarsky the house instead of an old city where and now there live people in the domestic fenced way; in a year all local proletariat leaves from melkoimushchestvennogo cities and will occupy for a life the monumental new house. In ten or twenty years other engineer will construct a tower where workers of all earth will enter on eternal, happy settlement in the middle of the world. Prushevsky could expect now already, what product of static mechanics in sense of art and expediency should be placed in the world centre, but could not have a presentiment of the soul device poselentsev the general house among this plain and the more so to imagine inhabitants of the future tower in the middle of the world earth. What body at a youth then will be and from what exciting force heart will start to fight and to think mind? Prushevsky wished to know it already now that walls of its architecture not in vain were under construction; The house should be occupied people, and people are filled by that excessive teplotoju lives which is named once by soul. He was afraid to erect empty buildings — in what people live only because of a bad weather. Prushevsky has cooled down from night and has gone down in the begun hole of a foundation ditch where there was a calm. Some time it has sat in depth; under it there was a stone, the ground section sideways towered, and it was visible, as on ureze clay, not occurring from it, the soil laid. Whether the superstructure is formed of any base? Whether each manufacture of a vital material gives an additional product a soul in the person? And if manufacture to improve to exact economy — whether that there will be from it indirect, unexpected products? The engineer Prushevsky since twenty five years has felt constraint of the consciousness and the end to the further concept of a life as if the dark wall has appeared in an emphasis before its feeling mind. And since then he suffered, moving at the wall, and calmed down, that, in effect, the most median, true device of substance from which the world and people is combined, is comprehended by it, - all essential science is located to a wall of its consciousness, and for stenoju there is only boring place where it is possible and not to aspire. But nevertheless it was interesting — whether somebody has got out for a wall forward. Prushevsky has once again approached to a barrack wall, having bent, has had a look on that party on near sleeping to notice on him something unknown in a life; but there it was a little visible, because in a night lamp kerosene ran low, and one slow, sinking down breath was heard. Prushevsky has left a barrack and has gone to have a shave in a hairdressing salon of night shifts; he liked, that during its melancholy someone's hands concerned. After midnight Prushevsky has come on the apartment — a wing in a fruit garden, has opened a window in darkness and villages to sit. The weak local wind started to move sometimes leaves, but soon again there came silence. Behind a garden someone went and sang the song; that was, likely, the accountant from evening lessons or simply person it is boring to them to sleep. In the distance, on weight and without rescue, a star not clear star, also becomes never closer it. Prushevsky looked at it through muddy air, time went, and he doubted:
— Or me to be lost? Prushevsky did not see, to whom it so would be required by all means to support itself(himself) to even far death. Instead of hope it still had only patience, and somewhere for cheredoju nights, behind the fallen down, blossomed and again lost gardens, for the met and past people there is its term when it is necessary to lay down on a cot, to face a wall and to die, not having managed to begin to cry. On light there will live only the his sister, but she will give birth to the child, and pity to it becomes stronger than grief on the dead, destroyed brother.
— Is better I will die, - have thought Prushevsky. - Me use, but nobody is glad to me. Tomorrow I will write last letter to sister, it is necessary to buy the stamp since morning. And having decided to die, it has laid down in a bed and has fallen asleep with happiness of indifference to a life. Not having been in time still to feel all happiness, he has woken up from it at three o'clock popolunochi, and, having shined apartment, sat among light and the silence, surrounded with close apple-trees, till the dawn, and then has opened a window to hear birds and steps of pedestrians. After the general awakening in nochlezhnyj the barrack of navvies has come the extraneous person. From its all workmen knew one only Goats thanks to the last conflicts. It was companion Pashkin, the chairman okrprofsoveta. It had already elderly person and sogbennyj the body case — not so much from number of years, how much from social loading; from these data he spoke fatherlike and almost all knew or expected. " Well, well, - he spoke usually during difficulty, - all the same the happiness will come historically ". And with humility inclined a sad head to which had already nothing to think. Near begun foundation ditch Pashkin has stood faced to the earth, as to any manufacture.
— Rate is silent, - he has said the workman. - what for you regret to raise productivity? The socialism will manage and without you, and you without it will live in vain and will die.
— We, companion Pashkin, as they say, try, - has told Goats.
— Where try?! One heap only have dug out! Constrained by reproach Pashkina, workmen have kept silent in the answer. They stood and saw: the person correctly speaks — it is necessary to dig the earth more soon and to put the house, and that will die and will not keep up. Let now the life leaves, as techene dyhanja, but by means of the device of the house it can be organised for the future for the future motionless happiness and for the childhood. Pashkin has looked afar — in plains and ravines; somewhere there winds begin, there are cold clouds, gets divorced different komarinaja a trifle and illnesses, fists reflect and rural backwardness sleeps, and the proletariat lives one, in this boring emptiness, and is obliged for all all to invent and make manually substance of a long life. Also it became a pity Pashkinu all trade unions, and it has learnt in itself(himself) road to workers.
— I to you, companions, will define any privileges on a trade-union line, - have told Pashkin.
— And whence you privileges will take? - Safronov has asked. - we forward should make them and you to pass, and you to us. Pashkin has looked at Safronov the is sad-expecting eyes and has gone in a city on service. Behind it has following gone Goats and has told to it, having kept away:
— Companion Pashkin, at us Voshchev was enlisted, and at it permits from labour exchange are not present. You, as they say, should deduct it back.
— I do not see here any conflict — in proletariat now the loss, - has drawn conclusion Pashkin and has left Kozlova without a consolation. And Goats has immediately started to fall proletarian belief and has wanted to leave in a city to write there oporochivajushchie statements and to adjust various conflicts for the purpose of organizational achievement. Till the midday time went safely: nobody came on a foundation ditch from organizujushchego or technicians, but the earth nevertheless went deep under shovels, being considered only with force and patience of navvies. Voshchev sometimes bent and raised a stone, and also other bound together ashes and put it on storage in the trousers. Him pleased and disturbed almost eternal stay of a stone in the environment of clay, in a darkness congestion: means, to it there is a calculation there to be, especially it is necessary the person to live. In the afternoon Goats could not inhale any more — he tried to sigh seriously and deeply, but air did not get, as before, up to a stomach, and operated only superficially. Goats of villages in the bared ground also has touched hands to the bone person.
— Was upset? - Its Safronov has asked. - you for durability should register in physical culture, and you respect the conflict: you think have lagged behind. CHiklin without descent and an interval smashed a breakage a plate of a native stone, not stopping for thought or mood, he did not know, for what to it to live differently — still the thief will become or will touch revolution.
— Goats again oslab! - Chiklinu Safronov has told. - he will not go through socialism: any function in him does not suffice! Here CHiklin at once has started to think, because his life had no place to disappear, time its outcome in the earth has stopped; it has leant a damp back against a dredging plumb, has looked afar and has imagined memoirs — more he of anything could not think. Grasses now grew in a near ravine to a foundation ditch gradually and zamertvo insignificant sand laid; the permanent sun carelessly wasted the body to each trifle of a local, low life, and it, by means of warm downpours, has dug a ravine in olden time, but there is not placed yet any proletarian advantage. Checking the mind, CHiklin has gone to a ravine and has measured with its habitual step, in regular intervals breathing for the bill. The ravine was completely necessary for a foundation ditch, followed only plan slopes and to cut depth in a water emphasis.
— Goats start up will be ill, - has told CHiklin, having arrived back. - we here to dig further we will not try, and we will ship the house in a ravine and therefrom we will adjust it upwards: Goats will have time to live. Having heard CHiklina, many have stopped to dig a ground and have sat down to sigh. But Goats has already departed from the weariness and wished to go to Prushevsky to tell, that the earth any more do not dig and it is necessary to undertake essential discipline. Being going to to make such organised advantage, Goats in advance rejoiced and recovered. However Safronov has left it on a place, only it has got under way.
— You that, Goats, a course on intelligency took? She goes down in our weight. Prushevsky bodies on a foundation ditch ahead of unknown people. He has sent the letter to sister and wished to operate, worry persistently now about current subjects and to build any building in another's use, if only not to disturb the consciousness in which he has established the special gentle indifference co-ordinated with death and with feeling sirotstva to remaining people. With special touching it concerned those people whom earlier for some reason or other did not like, - now he felt in them almost main riddle of the life and steadfastly peered in alien and familiar silly persons, worrying and not understanding. Unknown people have appeared new workers that has sent Pashkin for maintenance of the state rate. But workers arrived were not: CHiklin at once, without fixedness, has found out in them the city employees retrained on the contrary, different steppe eremites and the people, got used to go silent step behind a working horse; In their body it was not noticed any proletarian talent of work, they were more capable to lay backwards or to be based as-or differently. Prushevsky has defined CHiklinu to place fresh workers on a foundation ditch and to give them training because it is necessary to be able to live and work with those people whom exists.
— To us it anything, - has expressed Safronov. - we their backwardness at once in activity vyshibem.
— Just about, - has said Prushevsky, trusting, and has gone behind CHiklina on a ravine. CHiklin has told, that the ravine is more than half-and-half a ready foundation ditch and by means of a ravine it is possible to save up weak people for the future. Prushevsky has agreed with because he all the same will die earlier, than the building will come to an end.
— And in me poshevelnulos scientific doubt, - having wrinkled the is polite-conscious person, Safronov has told. And all to it have listened. And Safronov looked on associates with a smile of mysterious reason. - whence it at companion Chiklina world representation has turned out? - Safronov said gradually. - or it special lobzanie in the early childhood had, that better the scientist is preferred by a ravine! Why you, companion Chiklin, think, and I with a companion Prushevsky go, as a trifle between classes, and I do not see to myself uluchshenja!. CHiklin was too gloomy for cunning and has answered approximately:
— There is no place to live, here and you think in a head. Prushevsky has looked on CHiklina as at the aimless martyr, and then has asked to make prospecting drilling in a ravine and has left in the office. There it has started to work carefully over the invented parts obshcheproletarskogo at home to feel subjects and to forget people in the memoirs. Hour through two Voshchev has brought to it samples of a ground from prospecting chinks. "Likely, he knows sense of a natural life", - has silently thought Voshchev about Prushevsky and, tomimyj the consecutive melancholy, has asked:
— And you do not know, all world paternal was arranged? Prushevsky was late attention on Voshcheve: really they too will be intelligency, really us capitalism has given birth dvoeshkami, - my God, what at it already now to the boring person!
— I do not know, - has answered Prushevsky.
— And you would learn it, time tried to learn you.
— Us learnt everyone to any dead part: I know clay, weight of weight and mechanics of rest, but badly I know cars and I do not know, why heart in an animal fights. Whole or that inside — to us have not explained all.
— In vain, - has defined Voshchev. - As you were live so long? Clay is good for a brick, and for you it is small! Prushevsky the sample ovrazhnogo a ground took in a hand and has concentrated on him — he wished to remain only with this dark lump of the earth. Voshchev has receded for a door and has disappeared behind it, whispering about itself the grief. The engineer has considered a ground and long, by inertia of automatic reason, free from hope and desire of satisfaction, counted that ground on compression and deformation. Before, during a sensual life and visibility of happiness, Prushevsky would count reliability of a ground less precisely, - now he would like to care continuously of subjects and devices to have them in the mind and empty heart instead of friendship and attachment to people. Employment by technics of rest of the future building provided Prushevsky the indifference of clear thought close to pleasure, - and construction details raised interest, the best and stronger, than companionable excitement with adherents. The eternal substance which was not requiring neither in movement, nor in a life, in disappearance, replaced Prushevsky something forgotten and necessary, as a being of the lost girlfriend. Having ended notation of the sizes, Prushevsky has provided indestructibility future obshcheproletarskogo dwellings and has felt a consolation from reliability of the material, intended to protect the people living hitherto outside. And to it became easily and quietly inside, precisely he lived not an agonal, indifferent life, and that about which to it whispered mother the lips there is, but it has lost it even in memoirs. Not breaking the rest and surprise, Prushevsky has left office of excavations. In the nature the devastated summer day departed at evening; all gradually came to an end close and in the distance: birds hid, people laid down, the smoke from the remote field dwellings where the unknown tired person sat at a kettle, expecting a supper was quietly smoked, having decided to suffer the life up to the end. On a foundation ditch it was empty, navvies have passed to work on a ravine, and there now there was their movement. Prushevsky it wanted to stay suddenly in a far central city where people long do not sleep, think and argue, where grocery shops in the evenings are opened and therefrom smells as wine and confectionery products where it is possible to meet the unfamiliar woman and to converse from it all night long, testing mysterious happiness of friendship when it would be desirable to live eternally in this alarm; in the morning, having excused under the extinguished gas lantern to disperse in emptiness of a dawn without the meeting promise. Prushevsky has sat down on a shop at office. As it sat once at the house of the father. Summer evenings have not changed since then, - and he liked then to watch passers-by by; others liked it, and he regretted, what not all people are familiar among themselves. One feeling was live and sad in him till now: Once, in the same evening, by the house of its childhood there has passed the girl, and he could not recollect neither her faces, nor year of that event, but since then peered at all woman's faces and in one of them did not learn that which, having disappeared, nevertheless was its unique girlfriend and so has close passed not having stopped. During revolution across all Russia day and night told lies dogs, but now they have stopped: work has come, and workers slept in silence. The militia protected outside silence of working dwellings that the dream was deep and nutritious for morning work. Night shifts of builders yes that legless invalid who has met Voshchev at the coming in this city did not sleep only. Today it went on the low cart to companion Pashkinu to receive from it the share of a life behind which it came once a week. Pashkin veins in the thorough house from a brick that it was impossible to burn down, and open windows of its dwelling left in a cultural garden where even flowers at night were shone. The ugly creature has driven by a window of kitchen which rustled, as a boiler-house, making a supper, and has stopped against office Pashkina. The owner sat motionlessly at a table, deeply having pondered in something invisible to the invalid. On its table there were various liquids and jars for strengthening of health and activity development — Pashkin has much got to itself of class consciousness, it consisted in avant-guard; has saved up already enough achievements and consequently scientifically stored the body — not only for personal pleasure of existence, but also for near working weights. The invalid has waited for time while Pashkin, having risen from employment by thought, has done all members fluent gymnastics and, having finished itself to freshness, villages again. The ugly creature wished to say the word in a window, but Pashkin took a vial and after three slow sighs has drunk therefrom a drop.
