Cops roads many set were pounded in a rank across: two full helicopters. But these two - Big and Small - were here (on sju
the party) the main things, especially - Small, in a rank of the full lieutenant and very opposite.
But on a place of road accident the main the major of which was visible now not as with two other helicopters it was on that
party of road accident where functioned was most, being present on sju the party only at not which kind nachalstvennoj
It was possible to spit the law and an order, to sit down for a wheel and to jerk regardless of obstacles - squealing burning
rubber, obliquely through a rank of cops, in a smoky hole at the left, at random... Can be, even become thus on a pillow,
some secure for... Something will turn up.
It is possible to try to pass on a virgin soil, a bog, on-over rare red bushes, through sad young growth of the willows stirred up
by rusty water and aspens... And too to rise on a pillow, in an extreme case...
It is possible to jump through fire. In a forehead. Above fire, but below a smoke...
All is possible. But.
Will pursue and, maybe, even to shoot. From the helicopter you will not leave...
Can pukalki not suffice - to jump we will jump, and here what will land? And all fuel one minute - f-fuk!. Also what there
behind a smoke? Who to me will tell, what there behind a smoke and behind a fiery ridge?. "On gladenkoj to a path... In a
dimple - buh!"...
Why? Why all life I will come across on wild, unimaginable, with what not conformable obstacles each time when I wish to
make something absolutely natural, ordinary, KIND?. You go to a policy - without special hunting for that, you do not go
even, and brings there you as a chip in whirlpool, and after all nonsenses, like, there you are engaged - any bjurokratomahiej,
or, say, a hydra of fascism you strike, or unfortunate Russia you pull out from the next pothole (employment all unnatural,
dikoobraznye, to the ordinary person completely not inherent and with it even somehow and not compatible at all) - and thus
all at you goes a way: kind people at you appear on grab and are always ready, malicious people - as though are overthrown
by themselves in ashes, go to itself a beaten track, inspiring respectful horror and all in the white. . But it is necessary to want
to make something human, ordinary, by nature to you given - and here you stick out, as a heap of a shit, before an
inconceivable and unpredictable fiery barrier, and do not have you any way to your simple human purpose, and lightful
Destiny any and it is not found out anywhere... The Cop, small and opposite, - that's all that is offered to you to consideration,
it and is your Destiny today, Fate your, gloomy your Fate...
And the crowd around meanwhile all grew, new and new cars from outside Peter arrived, the hubbub stood, the Small Cop
talked profusely all more freely, Big to it with pleasure podgavkival, and their comments were reduced to that anything with all
will not befall you, will wait as pretty, the Owner, by the way, costs here and waits, and only to God prays that has not
brought it in fiery porridge...
Having got tired svetski to smile and definitively having realised what to keep up the conversation at this level senselessly, it
will not give anything to it, only time is in vain chewed, and it would be time already and mind to undertake really and an exit -
to find, absolutely it already was has decided to take the leave and leave this reception lighted up by stinking big fire as
suddenly, having cut crowd, on it has fallen, having suddenly materialised, goodness knows where from undertaken almost
mythical major from THAT PARTY.
The major this, huge and loud, as the general, to a descent has imagined to itself (without having understood and even
without having tried to understand) that the Owner who has appeared here - notorious, zhulem and intelligujami rained kisses
kandidatishko in Russian presidents, the Grabber Number One, not caught bodies only due to a misunderstanding - sticks
out till now here for the only purpose: to corrupt entrusted to it, to the major, a contingent - to buy, seduce, cheat, exorcise,
eyes with it to close up, that they have passed it, raspustjai, having broken a debt and honour where to pass not veleno.
It was slightly drunk, struck from it a sweetish smell spirtjashki on kind metre-twenty, and it was loud, incorruptible, fearless, in
any these hearings and mystical idle talks did not trust on a penny, of anybody on light was not afraid, hated zhule and nasty
dermokratov and anything it from the people did not hide, and cut a plain truth ruthlessly, chunks, under approving grumble
of the crowd which have run, as usual, at the sight of this definitive here of heads in a condition of precautionary flattery. The
big and Small cops, both, nachalstvennye listened to these invectives with the offended kind nezasluzhenno suspected fair
beaten fraerov, kept mum, but glanced now at the Owner with natural condemnation and displeasure.