— Kulachestvo! - has told CHiklin and, having entered on a court yard, has opened from within gate. The bear too has stepped through line of possession on manor. CHiklin and molotoboets have examined in the beginning economic secluded places. In a shed, filled up by chaff, four or more dead sheep laid. When the bear has touched one sheep a foot, from it flies have risen: they lived to themselves zhirujushchim in the way in hot beef cracks of the sheep body and, assiduously eating, is full flied among snow, not being cooled at all from it. The shed outside left spirit of warmth, and in cadaveric chinks uboiny, likely, was hot, as in the summer in the decaying peat earth, and flies lived there quite normally. CHiklinu it became heavy in the big shed, it seemed to it, that here burn bannye furnaces, and Nastja has screwed up from a stench of an eye and thought, why in collective farm in the winter warmly also there are no four seasons about what to it told Prushevsky on a foundation ditch when on empty autumn fields singing of birds has stopped. Molotoboets has gone from a shed to a log hut and, having begun to roar in an outer entrance hall a hostile voice, has thrown out through a porch a century enormous chest, sewing coils whence fell down. CHiklin has found in a log hut one woman and more the boy; the boy pouted on a pot, and its mother, having sat down, razgnezdilas among a room as if all substance from it has fallen downwards, she did not shout any more but only has opened a mouth and tried to breathe.
— The muzhik, and the muzhik! - she has started to call, not moving from a grief infirmity.
— That? - The voice from an oven has responded; then the cracked coffin there has begun to creak and the owner has got out.
— Have come, - the woman affected gradually, - go meet... Golovushka my bitter!
— Away! - has ordered CHiklin to all family. Molotoboets has tried the boy for an ear, and that has jumped from a pot, and a bear, not knowing, what is it such, itself has sat down for test on low ware. The boy stood in one shirt and, thinking, looked at a sitting bear.
— Djad, give kakashku, - he has asked, but molotoboets has silently begun to roar on it, making an effort from inconvenient position.
— Away! - has said CHiklin kulatskomu to the population. The bear, not getting under way from a pot, has published a sound from a mouth, and prosperous has answered:
— Do not rustle, owners, ourselves will leave. Molotoboets has recollected, how in ancient year it rooted out stubs on grounds of this muzhik and ate a grass for silent hunger because the muzhik gave to it I peep only in the evening — that remains from pigs, and pigs laid down in a trough and ate the bear portion in a dream. Having recollected such, the bear has risen from ware, has embraced more conveniently a body of the muzhik and, having compressed it with force, that from the person there was an acquired fat and sweat, has cried to it in a head on different voices — from rage and naslyshki molotoboets could talk almost. Prosperous, having waited while the bear will be given from it, left as is on street and has already passed by a window outside, - only then the woman has rushed off behind it, and the boy remained in a log hut without native. Having stood in boring bewilderment, it has seized a pot from a floor and has run with it for the father-mother.
— It very artful, - has told Nastja about this boy who has carried away the pot. Further the fist met more densely. Already through three court yard the bear has begun to roar again, designating presence here the class enemy. CHiklin has given Nastju molotobojtsu and one has entered into a log hut.
— You of that, the darling, were? - The tender, quiet muzhik has asked.
— Leave away! - has answered CHiklin.
— And what, ah I than have not pleased?
— The collective farm is necessary to us, do not decompose it! The muzhik has slowly thought, as if was in a heart-to-heart talk.
— The collective farm is not necessary to you...
— Away, a reptile!
— Well, you will make collective farm of all republic, and all republic will be an individual economy! At CHiklina has grasped breath, it has rushed to a door and has opened it that freedom was visible, it also has once hit at become isolated door of prison, not understanding a captivity, and has cried from gnashing force of heart. He has turned away from the judicious muzhik that that did not participate in its passing grief which concerns only one working class.
— Not your business, stervets! We can reigning to appoint, when it will be useful for us, and we can sshibit its one sigh... And you — disappear! Here CHiklin has intercepted the muzhik across and has taken out it outside where has thrown during snow, the muzhik from greed was not married, spending all flesh in a property congestion, in happiness of reliability of existence, and now did not know, that to it to feel.
— Liquidated?! - he from snow has told. - look, now I was not present, and tomorrow you will not be. And leaves, that in socialism one your main person will come! Through four court yard molotoboets it is again hated has begun to roar. The poor inhabitant has jumped out of the house with a pancake in hands. But the bear knew, that this owner beat its wood root when it ceased to drive for weariness a millstone for a log. This muzhichishka has forced to work on a mill instead of a wind of a bear not to pay the tax, and itself whined always on-batratski and ate with the woman under a blanket. When his wife grew heavy, the miller the hands made to it an abortion, liking only one big son whom it has defined for a long time in city communists.
— Attempt, Misha! - the muzhik has presented a pancake molotobojtsu. The bear has wrapped up a pancake a paw and has struck through this baked lining of a fist on an ear so the muzhik vjaknul and was tumbled down by a mouth.
— Empty farm-labourer's property! - has told CHiklin to the lying. - away from collective farm and not to dare to live more on light! Prosperous has lain down in the beginning, and has then come round.
— And you pokazh to me a piece of paper, that you the valid person!
— What I to you the person? - Has told CHiklin. - I anybody; at us party — here the person.
— Show then though party, I wish to consider. CHiklin has poorly smiled.
— In the person you do not learn it, I hardly feel it. Be now on a raft, capitalism, the swine!
— Let it goes on the seas: now here, and tomorrow there, the truth after all? Has said Nastja. - With the swine to us it will be boring! Further CHiklin and molotoboets have released six more log huts, acquired by a farm-labourer's flesh, and have come back on Orgdvor where stood in expectation of something cleared from kulachestva weights. Having verified arrived kulatsky a class with the rassloechnoj the sheet, the active worker has found full accuracy and was delighted to action CHiklina and forge molotobojtsa. CHiklin also has approved the active worker.
— You the conscious good fellow, - have told it, - you feel classes, as an animal. The bear could not be expressed and, having stood separately, has gone on kuznju through falling snow in which torments buzzed; one only Nastja looked to it following and regretted this old, burnt, as person. Prushevsky has already coped with completion from raft logs, and now looked at all with readiness.
— Muck you, - spoke to it ZHachev. - That you look, how come off? Live more bravely — press the friend to the friend, and money in a mug! You think it people exist? Ogo! It is one external skin, to people to us far to go, here that it is a pity to me! By a word of the active worker fists were bent and began to move a raft to an emphasis on a river valley. ZHachev has spread for kulachestvom to provide to it reliable departure to the sea on a current and more strongly to calm down that the socialism will be that Nastja will receive it in the maiden dowry, and it, ZHachev, will be lost as a tired prejudice more likely.
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Having liquidated fists afar, ZHachev has not calmed down, to it even it became more difficult, though it is not known paternal. He long observed, how the raft on the snow current river as the evening wind moved the dark, dead water flowing among ohladelyh of grounds in the remote precipice regularly departured, and to it became boringly, is sad in a breast. After all the layer of sad ugly creatures is not necessary to socialism, and it soon also liquidate in far silence. Kulachestvo looked from a raft in one party on ZHacheva; people wished to notice for ever the native land and last, happy person on it. Here already kulatsky the river echelon has started to come on turn for a coastal bush, and ZHachev has started to lose visibility of the class enemy.
— Hey, parasites, farewell! - has cried ZHachev on the river.
— About-shchaj-ah! - fists departuring in the sea have responded. With Orgdvora music calling forward has played; ZHachev has hasty got on clay more abruptly on a collective farm celebration though knew, that one former participants of imperialism there exult, not considering Nasti and the other childhood. The active worker has exposed a radio megaphone on porch Orgdoma, and the march of a great campaign therefrom sounded, and all collective farm together with neighbouring pedestrian visitors joyfully marked time. Collective-farm muzhiks were light the person as washed up, now it became a pity nothing to them, is unknown and is cool in sincere emptiness. Elisej when music was replaced, left on an average place, vdaril a sole and zatantseval by the ground, at all thus not being bent and not blinking white eyes; it went, as a core — one among standing, accurately working as bones and a trunk. Gradually muzhiks rassopelis also have begun ohazhivat around each other, and women have cheerfully lifted hands and have gone to move feet under skirts. Visitors have thrown off bags, have cluck to itself local girls and have rushed low, vigorously move, and for the food kissed girl-friends-collective farmers. Radio music more and more disturbed a life; passive muzhiks shouted content exclamations, more advanced the further rate of a holiday, and even the socialised horses comprehensively developed, having heard a rumble of human happiness, have come one by one on Orgdvor and began to neigh. The snow wind has ceased; not clear moon has come to light in the distant sky emptied from whirlwinds and clouds, in the sky which was so is deserted, that supposed eternal freedom and so it is terrible, that for freedom the friendship was necessary. Under this sky, on pure snow, already zasizhennom here and there the flies, all people companionably triumphed. For a long time people living on light and those have moved out and trampled down, not remembering themselves.
— Eh you, esesersha our mother! - one shouted in pleasure zabvennyj the muzhik, showing a way and clapping itself(himself) on a paunch, cheeks and on a mouth. - Ohazhivaj, children, our kingdom-state: it unmarried!
— It the maid or the widow? - The neighbouring visitor has asked on the move dance.
— The maid! - the moving muzhik has explained. - Al you do not see, how subtilizes?!
— Start up to it pomudritsja! - the same alien visitor has agreed. - start up posdobnichaet! And then we from it will make the quiet woman: the good will be! Nastja has escaped punishment CHiklina and too it was trampled down about rushing muzhiks because it would like. ZHachev crept between everything, cutting under feet of what to it stirred, and to the guest muzhik wishing the girl-esesershu to marry to the muzhik, ZHachev has given sideways that he did not hope.
— Not to dare to think that has got! Or you wish river samotek to earn? It is live you will sit down on a raft! The visitor was frightened, that it was here.
— Bole, a companion the cripple, I will think nothing. I will whisper now. CHiklin long looked in an exulting thick of the people and felt rest of good in the breast; from height of a porch he saw lunar cleanliness of far scale, pechalnost stood light and an obedient dream of all world on which device it is tritely so much work and muchenja, that by all is forgotten not to know fear to live further.
— Nastja, you not styn long, go to me, - has called CHiklin.
— I was not cold at all, here after all breathe, - have told Nastja, running from tenderly roaring ZHacheva.
— You three hands, and that will stiffen: air big, and you small!
— I already them rubbed: sit be silent! Radio suddenly among motive has ceased to play. The people could not stop, while the active worker has not told:
— Stand to the next sound! Prushevsky has managed during short time to correct radio, but not music, and only the person therefrom was heard.
— Listen to messages: make willow kore!. Here again radio has again stopped. The active worker, having heard the message, has reflected for memory not to forget about ivovo-korevoj campaign and not to pass on all area upushchentsem as with it it was made last time when he has forgotten about the organisation for a bush, and now all collective farm sits without rods. Prushevsky has again started to repair radio, and there has passed time, while the engineer the grown cold hands carefully slazhival the mechanism; but job was not given to it, whether because he has not been assured will give radio to the poor a consolation and whether the lovely voice will sound for it whence-nibud. Midnight, likely, was already close; the moon highly was over wattle fences and over quiet senile village, and dead burdocks shone, covered with the small frozen together snow. One lost the way fly has tried was to sit down on an ice burdock, but at once has come off and has departed, zazhuzhzhav in moonlight height, as a lark under the sun. The collective farm, not stopping trampled down, heavy dancing, too has gradually started singing a weak voice. Words in this song to understand it was impossible, but nevertheless in them the plaintive happiness and a tune of the going person was heard.
— ZHachev! - has told CHiklin. - Go stop a movement, they have died, whether that, of pleasure: dance and dance. ZHachev has crept away with Nastej in Orgdom and, having arranged it there to sleep, has got out back.
— Hey, organised, it is enough you to dance: were delighted, the swine! But the keen collective farm has not accepted zhachevskogo a word and was with authority trampled down, covering itself of a songs.
— To earn from me have wanted? Now receive! ZHachev has slipped from a porch, has taken root among fussing feet and the beginnings sprosta to take people for the bottom ends and to overturn for rest on the earth. People fell, as empty trousers; ZHachev even regretted, that they, likely, do not feel his hands and at once become silent.
— Where Voshchev? - Worried CHiklin. - That he searches in the distance, the small proletarian? Not having waited Voshcheva, CHiklin has gone it to search after midnight. It passed all deserted street of village to the end, and it was not appreciable anywhere the person, only the bear snored in kuzne on all lunar vicinity yes occasionally the smith coughed. It was silent around and it is perfect. CHiklin has stopped in puzzled pomyshlenii. It is still obedient the bear snored, collecting forces for tomorrow's job and for new feeling of a life. He any more will not see muchivshego it kulachestva and will be delighted to the existence. Now, likely, molotoboets will beat on horseshoes and shinnomu gland with even big warm diligence, time exists unknown force which has left in village only those average people who like it what silently do useful substance and feel partial happiness: Weigh exact meaning of the life and the world happiness should pine in a breast of a proletarian class digging the earth that hearts molotobojtsa and CHiklina only hoped and breathed, that their working hand was correct and patient. CHiklin in care has closed someone's open gate, has then examined a street order — whether everything is whole, and, having noticed vanishing on road armjak, has lifted it and has taken down in a shade of a near log hut: let it is stored for the labour blessing. Having inclined by the case from trustful hope, CHiklin has gone on domestic backs to look Voshcheva further. It got through pletnevye devices, passed by clay walls of dwellings, strengthened tilted kolja and constantly saw, how from lean fences the infinite empty winter at once began. Nastja courageously can zastynut in such another's world because the earth consists not for the feeling chilly childhood: only such as molotoboets, could bear here the life, and that have turned grey from it. "I was not given birth yet, and you laid, poor, motionless mine!" - Voice Voshcheva has told close, cheloveka. - "Means, you suffer for a long time: go to be heated!" CHiklin has turned a head obliquely and has noticed, that Voshchev has bent down behind a tree and puts something in a bag which was already full.
— You of that, Voshchev?
— So, - that has told and, having fastened a bag a throat, this cargo has put to itself on a back. They have gone together to spend the night on Orgdvor. The moon was inclined already far more low, the village stood in black shades, all has deafly ceased, only one river condensed from a cold moved in the rendered habitable rural coast. The collective farm unshakably slept on Orgdvore. In Orgdome safety fire — one lamp on all extinct village burnt; at a lamp the active worker sat at brainwork, it drew columns of the sheet where wished to bring all given bednjatsko-serednjatskogo accomplishments that already there was an eternal, formal picture and experience as a basis.
— Write down also my good! - has asked Voshchev, unpacking a bag. It has collected on village all beggars, the rejected subjects, all trifle of obscurity and any unconsciousness for socialist vengeance. This used up patient decay is no time concerned a farm-labourer's, blood flesh, in these things the burden sogbennoj lives, istrachennoj without conscious sense and lost without glory somewhere under a straw rye of the earth is embodied forever. Voshchev, not completely thinking, with avarice has saved in a bag the material rests of the lost people living, like it, without true and which have died before the victorious end. Now it showed those liquidated workers to the person of the power and the future that by means of the organisation of eternal sense of people to achieve vengeance for those who silently lays in terrestrial depth. The active worker began to write down arrived with Voshchevym things, having organised the special lateral column under the name "the list of the fist liquidated to death as class proletariat, agrees imushchestvenno-vymorochnogo the rest". Instead of people the active worker wrote down existence signs: a bast shoe of the last century, a tin earring from the shepherd's ear, a trouser-leg from rjadna and different other equipment of the worker, but a deprived body. By then ZHachev, sleeping with Nastej on a floor, has managed unintentionally to wake the girl.
— Turn away a mouth: you a teeth, the fool, do not clean, - the pack to the invalid has told Nastja blocked it from door. - and so at you burzhui feet cut off, you want, that also a teeth got? ZHachev with a fright has closed a mouth and has started to drive air a nose. The girl was pulled, has put in order a warm scarf on a head in which she slept, but could not fall asleep, because has cleared up.
Is a utility refuse have brought? - She has asked about bag Voshcheva.
— No, - has told CHiklin, is to you toys have collected. Rise to choose. Nastja has risen in the growth, it was trampled for development and, having fallen on a place, has clasped the moved apart feet the registered heap of subjects. CHiklin has made to it a lamp from a table on a floor that the girl saw that is pleasant to it is better; the active worker and in darkness wrote without an error. After a while the active worker has lowered the sheet that the child has marked on a floor, that it has received wholly all acquired property is of humble origin died farm laborers and will use it for the future. Nastja has slowly drawn on a paper a sickle and a hammer and has returned the sheet. CHiklin has removed from itself a quilted wadded jacket, it was undressed and went on a floor in stockings happy and peace, that there is nobody to take away now at Nasti its share of a life on light, that the current of the rivers goes only to abysses sea and departured on a raft will not return to torment molotobojtsa-Mihaila; The same anonymous people from whom there were only bast shoes and tin earrings, should not grieve eternally in the earth, but also rise they cannot.
— Prushevsky, - has addressed CHiklin.
— I, - have answered the engineer, it sat in a corner, opershis there a back, and indifferently dozed. Sister wrote for a long time nothing to it; if she has died, he has decided to leave to cook food on its children to exhaust itself(himself) before loss of soul and to die sometime old, got used is tolerant to live the person, it is identical what to die now, but is even more sad; it can, if goes, to live for sister, longer and is more sad to remember that girl who has passed in its youth, already hardly probable existing. Prushevsky wanted, that the uneasy young woman forgotten by everything if was lost, cooking to children a Russian cabbage soup if it is live has a little more stayed on light, at least in its one secret feeling.
— Prushevsky! Will manage or not successes of the higher science to revive back the rotted people?
— No, - has told Prushevsky.
— You say lies, - has reproached ZHachev, not opening eyes. - Marxism all will manage. Why then Lenin in Moscow the whole lays? He a science waits — to revive wants. And I and to Lenin have found job, - have informed ZHachev. - I would specify to it, who else dobavochno should receive something! I for some reason any stinker from the very beginning see!
— You the fool because, - have explained Nastja, being dug in the farm-labourer's rests, - you only see, and it is necessary to work. The truth after all, uncle Voshchev? Voshchev already has had time to become covered by an empty bag and laid, listening to palpation of the confused heart which pulled all its body in any undesirable distance of a life.
— It is not known, - has answered Voshchev the Ice crust. - Work and work, and when dotrudishsja up to the end when you learn everything you will be exhausted and you will die. Not to grow, the girl, you will begin to miss. Nastja remained it is dissatisfied.
— One fists should die, and you are a fool. ZHachev, guard me again, I to sleep have wanted.
— Go, the girl, - has responded ZHachev. - Go to me from podkulachnika: he to earn has wanted — tomorrow will receive! All have ceased, in patience continuing night, only the active worker nemolchno wrote, and achievements were more and more spread before its conscious mind so he already believed about itself(himself): "the Damage you bring to the Union, the passive devil, could to send all area on collectivisation, and you in one collective farm will grieve; the population in socialism is time the whole echelons to send, and you all in narrow scales try. A grief Eh!" From lunar pure silence at a door someone's quiet hand has knocked, and in sounds of that hand the fear-vestige was still audible.
— Enter, zasedanja is not present, - the active worker has told.
— Yes that, - the person has answered therefrom, not entering. - and I thought, you think.
— Enter, do not irritate me, - has said ZHachev. Has entered Elisej: it has already slept on the earth because its eyes have darkened from internal blood, and has got stronger from a habit to be organised.
— There the bear knocks in kuzne and a song growls, all collective farm of an eye has opened, to us without you became terrible!
— It is necessary to go to consult, - the active worker has solved.
— I descend, - have defined CHiklin, - Sit write down better: your business — the account.
Is — while I the fool! - has warned active worker Zhachev. - But is fast all of us razaktivim: allow only to weights to be exhausted, allow to children to grow up! CHiklin has gone in kuznju. Night over it is great and was cool, stars over snow chistotoju the earths disinterestedly shone, and blows molotobojtsa were widely distributed, precisely the bear has become confused to sleep under these expecting stars and answered them than could. "The bear — the correct proletarian old man", - mentally respected CHiklin. Further molotoboets udovletvorenno also has lingeringly started to growl, informing aloud any happy song. The smithy has been opened in a moonlight night on all terrestrial light surface, in a forge blowing fire which was supported by the smith burnt, laying on the earth and sipping a cord fur. And molotoboets, quite happy, forged hotter shinnoe iron and sang a song.
— Well in any way to fall asleep does not give, - the smith has complained. - has risen, has started howling, I to it am mountain have lighted, and it and has gone buzovat... Always was pokoen, and now as has become crazy!
— Why the such? - Has asked CHiklin.
— Who knows it. Yesterday has returned with raskulachki so all it was trampled down and in an amicable way muttered. Have pleased, so, to it. And here one still passed podaktivnyj — took also a matter has sewn on a wattle fence. Here Michael looks all there and thinks something. Fists, say, no, and the red slogan from it hangs. I see, something enters into its mind and there stops...
— Well, you sleep, and I will think, - have told CHiklin. Taking a cord, it began to swing air in a forge that the bear prepared tyres on wheels for collective-farm driving.
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To disperse to a morning dawn guest yesterday's muzhiks began more close in a vicinity. To collective farm it was no place to leave, and, having risen with Orgdvora, has started to move to kuzne, job molotobojtsa whence was heard. Prushevsky and Voshchev also were with all in common and looked, as CHiklin helps a bear. Nearby kuzni the exclamation drawn on a flag hung on a wattle fence: "Per lot, for fidelity to it, for the shock work, punching to door proletariat in the future". Getting tired, molotoboets left outside and ate snow for the cooling, and then again thrust a hammer in iron pulp, more and more increasing frequency of blows; to sing molotoboets already at all has ceased — it spent all furious silent pleasure in diligence of work, and collective-farm muzhiks gradually sympathised with it and collectively grunted during a sledge hammer sound that tyres were stronger and more reliable. Elisej when has looked narrowly has given molotobojtsu council:
— You, Mish, beat with otzhoshkoj then the tyre hrustka will not be and will not burst. And you are better on gland, as on the stinker, and it after all too kindly! So — has not put! But the bear has opened on Eliseja a mouth, and Elisej has departed away, grieving about gland. However and other muzhiks too could not suffer more damage.
— Slabzhe beat, lines! - they have hooted. - not gad general: now property — that the orphan to regret there is nobody... Yes you are more silent, house!
— What you so sodish on gland?! What it — individual, what l?
— Leave cool down, a devil! Exhaust, an idol woollen!
— To delete it it is necessary from collective farm, and bole anything. Al to us losses to suffer on the business! But CHiklin air in a forge blew, and molotoboets tried to keep up with fire and destroyed iron, as enemy of a life as if if is not present kulachestva so a bear one exists.
— After all the same grief! - members of collective farm sighed.
— Here a sin: all will burst now! All iron in chinks will be!
— Holy terror... And to touch it it is impossible — will tell, the poor man, proletariat, industrialisation!.
Is anything. Here if a shot, will tell, then to us for it it will be bad.
— A shot — a trifle. Here if the instructor arrives or companion Pashkin then to us there will be a heat!
— And can, becomes nothing? Can — to beat?
— What you, have gone mad, whether that? It — allied: recently companion Pashkin specially came — to it after all too boringly without farm laborers. And Elisej spoke less, but has grieved almost that most. It and a court yard when had, so nights did not sleep — all watched, as though that was not lost, as though a horse not opilas, not obelas yes the cow that had mood, and now when all collective farm, all local world is given its care because on others to hope it was afraid, now the stomach in good time was ill it already for fear of such property.
— All we will dry out! - has said silently lived all revolution serednjak. - Earlier for the family was afraid, and now everyone protect is us at all zamuchaet for such expense. Voshchevu it became sad, that the animal so works, as if feels meaning of the life close, and it costs on rest and does not make the way at a future door: can be, something there is valid is. CHiklin by this time has already terminated to blow air and was engaged with a bear to prepare boroni teeths. Not understanding neither the observing people, nor all outlook, two workmen indefatigably worked on feeling of conscience, as well as should be. Molotoboets forged teeths, and CHiklin them tempered, but in accuracy did not know time, how much it is necessary to hold in water teeths without perekalki.
— And if the tooth on a stone runs?! - groaning, has said Elisej. - If it on tverd any will call in — after all half-and-half zubok will be!
— Vynaj, a devil, a piece of iron from the liquid! - the collective farm has exclaimed. - do not torment materjal! CHiklin has taken out was from water peretomlennyj metal, but Elisej has already entered in kuznju, has selected at CHiklina pincers and has started to temper teeths the both hands. Other organised muzhiks also have rushed in the enterprise and with the facilitated soul began to work on iron subjects with toju careful greed when use is more necessary, than a damage. "This kuznju should be remembered to whitewash, - easy thought Elisej behind work. - and that costs all black — unless this master's institution?"
— Give, I all time will pull a cord, - have asked Voshchev at Eliseja. - At you air in it is mountain silently goes.
— Well, pull, - has agreed Elisej. - Only not very much a cord now road, and to new furs too with a collective-farm bag you will not approach!
— I will be on the sly, - have told Voshchev and began to pull and release a cord, being forgotten in terpene work. Morning of winter day came, and usual light entirely extended on all area. The lamp still burnt in Orgdvore while Elisej has not noticed this superfluous fire. Having noticed, it descended there and has extinguished a lamp that kerosene was whole. Girls and the teenagers who have slept until then in log huts have already woken up; they, in general, indifferently concerned alarm of fathers, it was uninteresting them muchene, and they lived as strangers in village as if pined for love to something distant. And they transferred house need without attention, living at the expense of the feeling still meek happiness but which all the same should happen. Almost all girls and all growing generation since morning left in a log hut-reading room and there remained not evshi all the day long, studying in the letter and reading, the bill of numbers, getting used to friendship and something imagining pending. Prushevsky one has stood aside, when the collective farm has grasped for kuznju, and all time was motionless at a wattle fence. He did not know, what for it have sent in this village as it to live forgotten among weight, and has decided to appoint precisely day of the termination of the stay on the earth; having taken out the book, he has written down in it late evening hour of deaf winter day: let all will settle to sleep, okochenelaja the earth will cease from noise of any building, and it wherever was, will lay down upwards the person and will cease to breathe. After all any construction, any content, neither the lovely friend, nor a gain of stars not prevozmogut its sincere impoverishment, he will understand all the same futility of the friendship based not on the superiority and not on corporal love, and boredom of the farthest stars where in bowels the same copper ores and the same will be necessary VSNH. Prushevsky it seemed, that its all feelings, all inclinations and old melancholy have met in mind and soznali themselves to the source of an origin, before deadly destruction of naivety of any hope. But the origin of feelings remains exciting place of a life, having died, it is possible to lose for ever this is unique happy, true area of existence, not having entered in it. What to do, my God, if there are no those selfless impressions, the life whence worries and, rising, stretches hands forward to the hope? Prushevsky has shut the face with the hands. Let the reason is synthesis of all feelings where reconcile and all streams of disturbing movements, but whence alarm and a movement cease? He did not know it, he only knew, that the mind old age is an inclination to death, this its unique feeling; and then it, maybe, will close a ring — it will come back to an origin of feelings, to evening summer day of the not repeated appointment.
— A companion! It you have come to us on a cultural revolution? Prushevsky has lowered hands from eyes. Storonoju there were girls and youth to a log hut-reading room. One girl faced to it — in valenoks and in a poor scarf on a trustful head; its eyes looked at the engineer with the surprised love because to it the force of knowledge hidden in this person was not clear; she would agree to like faithfully and eternally it, grey-haired and unfamiliar, would agree to give birth from it, daily to torment the body if only he has learnt its nobility all world and to participate in him. Anything to it was a youth, anything the happiness — she felt close rushing, hot movement, at it heart from a kind of a general aspiring life rose, but it could not utter words of the pleasure and now stood and asked to learn to its these words, to it umenju to feel in a head all light to help it to be shone. The girl yet did not know, whether the scientific person will go with it, and vaguely looked, ready again to study with the active worker.
— I now will go with you, - have told Prushevsky. The girl wished to be delighted and scream, but did not become, that Prushevsky has not taken offence.
— Idemte, - has said Prushevsky. The girl has gone forward, showing to road to the engineer though to lose the way it was impossible; however she wished to be grateful, but had no anything for a gift to the person following it.
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Members of collective farm have burnt all coal in kuzne, have spent all cash iron for useful products, have repaired any dead stock and with toskoju, that work has come to an end and as though now the collective farm has not gone at a loss, have left an institution. Molotoboets has got tired even earlier — it has got out recently to eat to snow from thirst, And while snow thawed at it in a mouth, the bear has dozed off and has fallen down all trunk downwards, rest. Left outside, the collective farm has sat down at a wattle fence and began to sit, looking all village, snow thawed under motionless muzhiks. Having stopped to work, Voshchev again has suddenly reflected on one place.
— Regain consciousness! - has told to it CHiklin. - Ljazh with a bear also forget.
— The true, companion Chiklin, cannot be forgotten... CHiklin has clasped Voshcheva across and has combined it to sleeping molotobojtsu.
— Lay silently, - he has told over it, - the bear breathes, and you cannot! The proletariat suffers, and you are afraid! See you, the swine what! Voshchev has nestled to molotobojtsu, it was warmed and has fallen asleep. On street the horseman from area on a trembling game has jumped.
— Where an active? - He has shouted to sitting collective farm, not losing speed.
— Skip directly! - has informed a way collective farm. - only do not turn off neither to the right, nor on the left!
— I will not be! - the horseman, already having kept away has cried, and only the bag fought with instructions on its hip. In some minutes the same horse person was carried by back, swinging in air by the delivery book that the wind dried ink aktivistskoj receipts. The full horse, razmetav snow and having pulled out soil on the move, has urgently disappeared in the distance.
— What horse spoils, the bureaucrat! - the collective farm thought. - it is directly boring to look. CHiklin took in a smithy an iron rod and has incurred to its child in the form of a toy. He liked to it silently bring different subjects that the girl silently understood its pleasure to it. ZHachev for a long time already has woken up. Nastja, having slightly opened the tired mouth, involuntarily and sadly continued to sleep. CHiklin has attentively peered at the child — whether it is hurt in what since yesterday, whether its body is whole completely; but the child was all is serviceable, only its person burnt from internal infantile forces. Tear of the active worker has dripped on the instruction — CHiklin has now paid to this attention. As well as last night, the supervising person motionlessly sat at a table. He has with satisfaction sent the finished sheet of liquidation of the class enemy through the regional horseman and in it has informed all successes of activity; But here the fresh instruction signed for some reason by area through both heads — area and district has gone down — and in the laying instruction were marked malozhelatelnye the phenomena peregibshchiny, zabegovshestva, pereuserdshchiny and any slipping on the right and left slope from the perfected sharpness of an accurate line; was besides, appointed to find out convex vigilance of an active towards the average muzhik; time it poper in collective farms, whether that is this general fact the mysterious intention executed on an instigation podkulatskih of weights; say, we will enter into collective farms all storming abyss and we will wash away management coast, on us supposedly then the authorities will not suffice, it will be exhausted. " On last materials which are available in a hand of regional committee, - appeared in the end of the instruction, - it is visible, for example, that the active of collective farm of a name of the General Line has already run in levatskoe a bog of the right opportunism. The organizer of local collective asks vyshenahodjashchujusja the organisation: whether there is that after collective farm and a commune more the higher and more light immediately to set there local bednjatsko-serednjatskie the weights uncontrollably torn in a distance of history, on top of world invisible times. This companion asks to send it the approximate charter of such organisation, and at the same time forms, the handle with a feather and two litres of ink. He does not understand, how much it here speculates on sincere, basically healthy, serednjatskom feeling of draught in collective farms. It is impossible to disagree, that such companion is the wrecker of party, the objective enemy of proletariat and should be immediately withdrawn from a management for ever ". Here at the active worker the weakened heart has trembled, and he has begun to cry on a regional paper.
— What you, stervets? - Has asked it ZHachev. But the active worker has not answered it. Unless he saw pleasure recently, unless he ate or slept in plenty or liked though one bednjatskuju the maiden? He felt as in delirium, its heart hardly fought from loading, he only outside from itself(himself) tried to organise happiness and at least in the long term to deserve a regional post.
— Answer, a parasite, and that now you will receive! - has again spoken ZHachev. - Likely, has spoilt, a reptile, our republic! Having pulled off from a table the instruction, ZHachev has started to study personally it on a floor.
— To mum I want! - has told Nastja, clearing up. CHiklin has bent down to the started missing child.
— Mum, the girl, has died, now I remained!
— And what for you carry me? Where four seasons? Try, what at me terrible heat under a skin! Remove from me a shirt, and that will burn down, vyzdorovlju — to go there is nothing will be! CHiklin has tried Nastju, it was hot, damp, its bones plaintively acted from within; how much the world around should be gentle and silent, that it was live!
— Cover me, I to sleep I want. I will remember nothing, and that to be ill after all sadly, the truth? CHiklin has removed from itself all outer clothing, has besides, selected wadded jackets at ZHacheva and the active worker and all this warm substance has wrapped up Nastju. It has closed eyes, and to it it became easy in heat and in a dream as if it has departed among cool air. For current time Nastja has grown up a little and more and more resembled mother.
— I and knew, that it the swine, - have defined ZHachev about the active worker. - well you will do here with this member?!
— And what there it is informed? - Has asked CHiklin.
— Write that it is impossible to disagree with them!
— And you try do not agree! - in tears the active person has said.
— Eh, a grief to me with revolution, - has seriously grieved ZHachev. - Where you most pushchaja the stinker? Go, expensive, to receive from the crippled soldier! Having felt thought and loneliness, not wishing meekly to spend means for the state and the future generation, the active worker has removed with Nasti the jacket: its time eliminates, let weights are heated. And with a jacket in a hand it became in the middle Orgdoma — without the further aspiration by a life, all in large tears and in that doubt of soul, that capitalism, perhaps, can be still.
— You what for have opened the child? - Has asked CHiklin. - to Cool you want?
— Plesh with it, with your child! - the active worker has told, ZHachev has had a look on CHiklina and has advised to it:
— Take a piece of iron what from kuzni has brought!
— That you! - has answered CHiklin. - I srodu did not concern the person with the dead weapon: how I then will feel justice? Further CHiklin pokojno has given to the active worker manual blow in a breast that children could hope still, instead of feel chilly. In the active worker the weak crash of bones was distributed, and all person has fallen down a floor; CHiklin has with satisfaction looked at it as if has just brought necessary advantage. The jacket at the active worker was pulled out from hands and laid separately, nobody covering.
— Cover it! - has told CHiklin ZHachevu. - Start up to it heat becomes. ZHachev has now dressed the active worker its own jacket and has simultaneously felt the person — how much it is whole.
— Live it? - Has asked CHiklin.
— So-so, average, - rejoicing, has answered ZHachev. - Yes it all the same, companion Chiklin: your hand works, as a sledge hammer, you here at anything.
— And it the hot child do not undress! - with insult has told CHiklin. - Could to tea skipjatit and be warmed. In village the snow blizzard though storms it was not audible has risen. Having opened on check a window, ZHachev has seen, what is it the collective farm sweeps snow for hygiene: muzhiks did not like now, that snow zasizhen flies, they wanted purer winter. Having got off on Orgdvore, members of collective farm to work further did not become and have hung under a canopy in perplexity the further life. In spite of the fact that people for a long time already nothing a fur-tree, them and now did not pull on food because stomachs have been filled up by a meat abundance from last days. Using peacefully grief of collective farm, and also invisibility of an active, the old man of tiled factory and the other not clear elements which were before in the conclusion on Orgdvore, left back cages and the different covered obstacles of a life and have gone afar on the essential affairs. CHiklin and ZHachev have leant to the Ice crust from both sides that it is better to protect it. From desperate heat the girl became all swarty and obedient, only its mind is sad thought.
— I again to mum want! - she has said, not opening eyes.
— There is no your mother, - not rejoicing, has told ZHachev. - all die Of a life — there are one bones.
— I want its bone! - has asked Nastja. - ktoj it cries in collective farm? CHiklin gotovno has listened; but all was silent around cried nobody, there is nothing was to begin to cry. Day already has reached the middle, the pale sun over the district highly shone, any far weights moved on horizon on unknown mezhselennoe meeting — nothing could rustle. CHiklin left on a porch. Silent irresponsible plaint was carried by in silent collective farm and then has repeated. The sound began somewhere aside, addressing in a deaf place, and has not been calculated on the complaint.
Is who? - Has shouted CHiklin from porch height in all village that it was heard by that dissatisfied.
Is molotoboets whines, - the collective farm laying under a canopy has answered. - and at night it songs growled. Really, except a bear, there was nobody to begin to cry now. Likely, it has buried a mouth in the earth and howled is sad in a soil solitude, not thinking the grief.
— There the bear about something grieves, - has told CHiklin the Ice crust, having returned in a room.
— Call him to me, I too grieve, - have asked Nastja. - Bear me to mum, to me here it is very hot!
— Now, Nastja. ZHachev, creep for a bear. All the same it has nothing to work here — the material is not present! But ZHachev, just having disappeared, already has returned back: the bear itself went on Orgdvor together with Voshchevym; thus Voshchev held it as weak, for a paw, and molotoboets moved near to it sad step. Having entered in Orgdom, molotoboets has sniffed the lying active worker and villages indifferently in a corner.
— Has called him to witness, that the true is not present, - has said Voshchev. - It after all only can work, and as will have a rest, will reflect so to miss begins. Let exists now as a subject — for eternal memory, I will treat all!
— Treat future to drag, - has agreed ZHachev. - Protect for it a pity product! Having bent, Voshchev began to collect taken out Nastej the shabby things necessary for the future vengeance, in the bag. CHiklin has lifted Nastju on hands, and it has opened fallen down, dried up, as the leaves, the ceased eyes. Through a window the girl was lost in contemplation of the collective-farm muzhiks who have close nestled to each other which has lain down under a canopy in patient oblivion.
— Voshchev, and you too in utility refuse will incur a bear? - Has attended Nastja.
— And that where? I and that protect ashes, and here after all a poor being!
— And them? - Nastja has stretched thin, as the sheep leg, the fallen ill hand to lying collective farm on a court yard. Voshchev has economic had a look at a domestic place and, having turned away therefrom, has even more hung missing on true golovoju. The active worker still motionlessly was silent on a floor while reflected Voshchev it was not bent over it and has not stirred it from curiosity before any damage of a life. But the active worker, pritajas or having died, has answered with nothing Voshchevu. Then Voshchev the person has sat down near and long looked in its blind open face which has been carried away in depth of the sad consciousness. The bear has kept silent a little, and then again has begun to whimper, and on its voice all collective farm has come with Orgdvora to the house.
— How, companions actives, to us to live further? - Has asked collective farm. - you grieve for us, and that to us terpezha is not present! Stock at us serviceable, seeds pure, has put now winter — to us to feel there is nothing. You try!
— There is nobody to grieve, - has told CHiklin. - Lays your main gorjun. The collective farm has easy got accustomed to the overturned active worker, not having to it pity, but also not rejoicing because the active worker always precisely and correctly spoke, quite on a precept, only itself was before nasty, that when all society has conceived it to marry once to lower its activity even the most insignificant on the person of the woman and the maid have begun to cry from grief.
— He has died, - has informed all Voshchev, podymajas from below. - All knew, and too has come to an end.
— And can, breathes still? - Has doubted ZHachev. - You it try, please, and he from me anything yet has not earned that: I to it then will add now! Voshchev has again lain down to a body of the active worker, there is no time operating with such predatory value, that all world true, all meaning of the life were located only in him and more anywhere, and Voshchevu has got nothing, except muchenja mind, except unconsciousness in a rushing stream of existence and humility of a blind element.
— Ah you, a reptile! - has whispered Voshchev over this silent trunk. - and so paternal I did not know sense! You, should be, not me, and all class has enjoyed, a dry soul, and we wander, as a silent thick, and we do not know anything! And Voshchev has struck the active worker in a forehead — for durability of its destruction and for own conscious happiness. Having felt full mind though it is not clever to say or put forward even in action its initial force, Voshchev has risen on feet and has told to collective farm:
— Now I for you will grieve!
— We ask!! - the collective farm was unanimously expressed. Voshchev has opened door Orgdoma in space and has learnt zhelane to live in this partitioned off distance where heart can fight not only from one cold air, but also for true pleasure odolenija all vague substance of the earth.
— Take out a dead body away! - has specified Voshchev.
— And where? - Has asked collective farm. - it after all without music cannot be buried in any way! Get though radio!.
— And you dispossess it on the river in the sea! - has guessed ZHachev.
— It is possible and so! - the collective farm has agreed. - water still flows! And some person have lifted a body of the active worker on height and have incurred it on river coast. CHiklin all time held Nastju at itself, being going to to leave from it on a foundation ditch, but was late occurring conditions.
— From me from everywhere juice has gone, - has told Nastja. - Bear me more likely to mum, the elderly fool! To me it is boring!
— Now, the girl, we will get under way. I run will incur you. Elisej, go click Prushevsky — we leave supposedly and Voshchev for all remains, and that the child was ill. Elisej descended and one has returned: Prushevsky to go has not wanted, has told, that it should finish learning all local youth at first, differently it can be lost in the future, and it it is a pity to it.
— Well start up remains, - has agreed CHiklin. - If only itself was whole. ZHachev as the ugly creature was not able to go quickly, it only crept; therefore CHiklin has thought to make so, that Nastju ordered to bear Eliseju, and itself has incurred ZHacheva. And so they, hurrying, have gone on a foundation ditch on a winter way.
— Protect Medvedev Mishku! - having turned back, has ordered Nastja. - I to it soon on a visit will come.
— Be pokojna, the young lady! - has promised collective farm. By evening time pedestrians have seen in the distance electric illumination of a city. ZHachev for a long time already has got tired to sit on hands CHiklina and has told, that it would be necessary to take a horse in collective farm.
— The pedestrian we will more soon reach, - has answered Elisej. - Our horses and to go have weaned: stand since which time! At them and feet have swelled up, after all it only and to a course, that forages to steal. When travellers have reached the place have seen, that all foundation ditch is brought by snow, and in a barrack was empty and is dark. CHiklin, having combined ZHacheva on the earth, began to care over cultivation of a fire for warming Nasti, but she to it has told:
— Bear to me mum's bones, I want them! Villages Chiklin against the girl and all time burnt down a fire for light and heat, and ZHacheva has sent away to search at somebody for milk. Elisej long sat on a barrack threshold, observing a near light city where something constantly rustled and in regular intervals worried in general trouble, and has then fallen down sideways and has fallen asleep, nothing evshi. By a barrack there passed many people, but nobody has come to visit ill Nastju because everyone has bent a head and continuously thought of continuous collectivisation. Sometimes the silence suddenly came, but then again sang in the distance sirens of trains, lingeringly lowered steam pile kopry, and voices of the shock brigades which have rested against something heavy, around shouted the public advantage was continuously forced.
— CHiklin, paternal I always feel mind and in any way it I will not forget? - Was surprised Nastja.
— I do not know, the girl. Likely, because you of anything good did not see.
— And why in a city work at night and do not sleep?
Is about you care.
— And I lay all patient... CHiklin, put to me mum's bones, I will embrace them and I will start to sleep. To me so it became boring now!
— Sleep, can, mind you will forget. Weakened Nastja suddenly has risen and has kissed inclined CHiklina on moustaches — as well as her mother, it was able the first, not warning to kiss people. CHiklin has stood with the repeated happiness of the life and silently breathed over a body of the child while again has not felt concern to this small, hot trunk. For ohranenija Nasti from a wind and for general warming CHiklin has lifted from threshold Eliseja and has put it sideways the child.
— Lay here, - has told CHiklin terrified in dream Eliseju. - Embrace the girl a hand and breathe on it more often. Elisej and has arrived, and CHiklin has lain down aside on an elbow and sensitively listened a dozing head to disturbing noise on city constructions. About midnight was ZHachev; it has brought a bottle of cream and two cakes. It is more it anything to get it was not possible as all novodejstvujushchie were not present on apartments, and shikovali somewhere on the party. All ishlopotavshis, ZHachev has dared to fine eventually companion Pashkina as the most reliable reserve; but Pashkina houses were not — it, it appears, was present with the spouse at theatre. Therefore ZHachevu it was necessary to appear on representation, among darkness and attention to any elements suffering on a scene and loudly to demand Pashkina in buffet, stopping art action. Pashkin instantly left, has silently bought for ZHacheva in buffet of products and has hasty left in a representation hall again there to worry.
— Tomorrow it is necessary again to Pashkinu to descend, - has told ZHachev, calming down in a distant corner of a barrack, - start up an oven puts, and that in this wooden echelon to socialism you will not reach!. Early in the morning CHiklin has woken up; it was cold and has listened to the Ice crust. Hardly it was light and it is silent, only ZHachev muttered in a dream the trouble.
— You breathe there, average of lines! - has told CHiklin to Eliseju.
— I breathe, companion Chiklin and how is not present? All night long the child heat doused!
— Well?
— And the little girl, companion Chiklin, does not breathe: zaholodala from something! CHiklin has slowly risen from the earth and has stopped on a place. Having stood, it has gone there where laid ZHachev, has looked — whether has destroyed the cripple cream and cakes, has then found a broom and has cleared all barrack of the different flown rubbish which has accumulated for deserted time. Having put a broom on its place, CHiklinu it wanted to dig the earth, it has forced the lock from the forgotten closet where the spare stock was stored, and, having pulled out therefrom a shovel, has slowly gone on a foundation ditch. It has started to dig a ground, but the soil has already frozen together, and CHiklinu it was necessary sech the earth on blocks and to turn out it away the whole dead pieces. More deeply tritely is softer and warmer; CHiklin it was stuck there by secants blows of an iron shovel and has soon disappeared in silence of bowels almost in all growth, but also there could not get tired and began to smash a ground sideways, opening wide terrestrial narrowness in breadth. Having got to a native stone plate, the shovel was bent from capacity of blow, - then CHiklin has thrown it together with the handle on a day surface and has leant a head against the bared clay. In these actions he wished to forget now the mind, and its mind motionlessly thought, that Nastja has died.
— I will follow other shovel! - has told CHiklin and has got out of a hole. In a barrack he not to believe mind, has approached to the Ice crust and has tried her head, then it has leant the hand to forehead Eliseja, checking his life on heat.
— Why it cold, and you hot? - Has asked CHiklin and did not hear the answer because its mind itself was forgot now. Further CHiklin sat all time on earthen to a floor, and woken up ZHachev too was with it, storing motionlessly in hands a bottle of cream and two cakes. And Elisej, all night long without a dream breathing on the girl, now has got tired and has fallen asleep near to it and slept, yet has not heard neighing voices of the native socialised horses. Medvedev has come to a barrack and all collective farm Voshchev, and behind it; horses remained to expect outside.
— You that? - Has seen Voshcheva ZHachev. - You what for have left collective farm, or want, that all our earth has died? Or to earn from all proletariat has wanted? So approach to me — you will receive as from a class! But Voshchev already left to horses and has not listened to the end ZHacheva. It has brought to a gift the Ice crust a bag of specially selected breakage in the form of rare, not on sale toys, each of which is eternal memory of the forgotten person. Nastja though looked on Voshcheva, but was delighted to nothing, and Voshchev has touched it, seeing its open ceased mouth and its indifferent, tired body. Voshchev stood in perplexity over this ceased child, he any more did not know, where now there will be a communism on light if it is not present at first in children's feeling and in the convinced impression? What for the meaning of the life and true of the world origin if there is no small, correct person in whom the true would become pleasure and a movement now is necessary to it? Voshchev would agree again nothing the nobility and to live without hope in vague desire of vain mind if only the girl was whole, ready for a life, at least and it was tortured with techenem time. Voshchev has lifted Nastju on hands, has kissed her on the broken up lips and with greed of happiness has pressed it to itself, having found it is more than that, than searched.
— What for the collective farm has resulted? I ask you again! - has addressed ZHachev, not letting go neither cream, nor cakes.
— Muzhiks in proletariat wish to be enlisted, - has answered Voshchev.
— Start up are enlisted, - has said CHiklin from the earth. - now it is necessary to dig a foundation ditch even more widely and more deeply. Start up in our house any person from a barrack and a clay log hut will get. Call here all power and Prushevsky, and I to dig I will go. CHiklin took a breakage and a new shovel and has slowly left on foundation ditch far-away country. There it has again started to open wide the motionless earth because could not cry, and snouts, not in forces to get tired, till the night and all night long, yet has not heard, as bones in its worker a trunk burst. Then it has stopped and has looked around. The collective farm went after it and not ceasing dug the earth; all poor and average muzhiks job and with such diligence of a life as if wished to be rescued forever in a foundation ditch precipice. Horses also did not stand — on them collective farmers, sitting top, carried in hands butovyj a stone, and the bear dragged this stone on foot and opened wide from natugi a mouth. Only one ZHachev in what did not participate and looked at all digging work by a regret look.
— You that sit, how the employee what? - Has asked it CHiklin, having come back in a barrack. - would take though shovels has sharpened!
— I can not, Nikitas, I now in what I do not believe! - has answered ZHachev this morning the second day.
— Why, stervets?
— You see, that I the ugly creature of imperialism, and the communism is a children's business, for that I and Nastju liked... I Will go now at parting companion Pashkina I will kill. And ZHachev has crept away in a city, more already never having come back on a foundation ditch. At midday CHiklin has started to dig for Nasti a special tomb. It dug its fifteen hours on end that it was deep and in it would not manage to get neither a worm, nor a plant root, warmly, a cold and that the child was never disturbed with noise of a life from an earth surface. Death bed CHiklin has hollowed in an eternal stone and has prepared still special, in the form of a cover, a granite plate that on the girl the enormous weight of sepulchral ashes has not laid down. Having had a rest, CHiklin took Nastju on hands and has carefully incurred it to put in a stone and to dig in. Time was night, all collective farm slept in a barrack, and only molotoboets, having scented movement, has woken up, and CHiklin has allowed to it to touch to the Ice crust at parting.
