Quarantine book of stories and poems

Quarantine book of stories and poems

Cactus

  A light breeze rushes into the open window, pulls at the light curtain.  There was no one in the room, only the Black Cactus with sharp large needles was angry with the whole world.  He was asleep, but this wind woke him up and made him get up from the pastels.  The cactus grumbled, if only a little bit and he would have caught that butterfly in a dream and would have taken a piece of cake from her.  What's the cake!  The whole world would be his !!  A butterfly, light like the same breeze, soared from flower to flower, humming an uncomplicated song: "La-la-la la-la-la ... the sun is me! How so good !.

  Cactus looked at the alarm clock.  it was already half past six.  You could sleep for another half hour!  Fool the wind!  Well, what did he achieve !!  It's time!  It's time!  Well, I got up and what !.  What am I going to do now so early!  The cactus grumbled.  Grumbled as always.  He always grumbles when he doesn't get enough sleep.  He went to the window, took his papers, which never run out, folded them in a pile and stuffed them in a suitcase, preparing to leave the house for work.  .. Then he smelled the hot delicious buns that his mother was baking. He was very happy about this, even cheered up, but he remembered that his mother had died.  It has long been gone.  And he still could see her because of this work.  Work .. work .. work all the time.  Not to go to my mother, to visit the elderly, missing her only son, to whom she devoted her whole life. Mom understood everything.  Of course, this is an important state work, responsible.  She bragged to all the neighbors about her son, the boss, the Director of the meat processing plant.  True, her neighbors never saw her vaunted son, they only met at the funeral.  The cactus from unwanted memories completely turned sour and became like bitter pepper, the sun has rotted us.  Buns .. these buns again ... Where does this flavor come from?  Only his mother could bake this way.  ...  He leaned out the window, shaking his head left and right, trying to smell where the aroma of delicious, sugar buns came from.  The city was still asleep, snoring quietly in its beds.  There is no one on the street, only the janitor's wife sweeps the yard again.  Every morning from six to eight, she sweeps the courtyard, as invariably as this old two-story house for as long as he can remember.  "Okay," thought the cactus, it's time already.!. Then, remembering something, Cactus again leaned out into the open window and yelled at the top of his voice:
_ Hey, down there !!!  The street cleaner !!  You're just a fool !!  You will never achieve nything and your children are fools, and all are fools !!!  _ he screamed and his bitterness gradually passed, becoming like a summer sun.  So annoying someone Alisher.  Traktorbaevich, nicknamed "Cactus, assigned to him for thorniness by whom he himself does not remember, rejoiced like a little child .. Cactus .. Cactus and that's all. He's already used to it and calls out to this nickname, and his name is so melodious, which his mother gave him  I almost forgot. Even at work, his name is simply "Cactus." Briefly, like a shot, and to the point. He wanted to shout something more sharp and insulting to the janitor, but forgot, because he again remembered about buns... Cactus liked to offend  people who could not answer him in kind, could not defend themselves, who were silent on all his attacks. They were silent, and he Cactus improved himself at their expense. Humiliating someone, he felt almost like God. So this janitor kept silent  She is always silent in a rag, secretly wiping away a tear from resentment, Silent. "Well, shut up, and I'll go further" - thought Cactus. The cactus was lonely, although rich by local standards: there is a car and an apartment, and a dacha, on  which his subordinates are tirelessly busy with, but his wife is not. Do not ...  and of course they spin, but he himself quickly puts them in place.  He doesn't like it.  when someone swings at his freedom and, most importantly, money.  And also how he thinks about the expenses that will have to pay for his wife, After all, you need to feed, but probably eats a lot, and buy her dresses and how it is ... buy earrings - rings!  Otherwise, it will be inconvenient in front of neighbors and bosses to carry her to the sea .. No .. I'd rather be alone, I'll spend my money myself, but I'd rather collect it for a rainy day.  I love to collect them in a three-liter jar, Cactus thought and smiled with relish at his find, and then look at them, crumpled green dollars !!  Watch and admire!  This is happiness !!  Not that your family is children, like there are other resorts.  No happiness - these are the same green, crumpled banknotes that I keep under the only thing in the room - under the bed.
Although the cactus was rich, he dressed extremely poorly, wore torn, already completely decayed jeans.  he was even proud, he said.  that they are always in fashion, showing everyone on their knees.  that stick out of huge gaping holes.  Without taking off he wore the same ancient shirt, everyone suspected that he definitely did not wash it.  So he wore the same thing every day.  I didn't drive my own car either.  Shore from the eyes Especially the guys who run around in the yard, Still scratch.  Allah forbid.  As soon as he thinks about it, Cactus, it immediately becomes bad, Oh, how bad!  Every day he walks into his garage, polishes the car with a rag to shine, admires her like a girl, even kisses her, then sighs bitterly as if something is impossible.  Brushes away the tear that treacherously came out in his eyes from emotion and pride in himself, and will go on to work on foot.  Yes, yes, on foot and not otherwise .. And then suddenly the car breaks down or stops shining like a Christmas tree toy.  Allah forbid this to happen!  Of course he will go on foot, come out early and walk for an hour in the fresh air to the Akimat.  And there a compassionate friend and comrade Vovka is already waiting for him at the akimat on his stunted Zhigelka.  Vovka will not leave him in trouble, he will even take off his last shirt if necessary.  So Cactus gets to work.  And to all and sundry, he always complains, weeps, lamenting: they have offended his dear, there is nothing to eat and nothing to wear, and everything hurts and they got everything.  Compassionate people will pity him and give some money, their salary, some food, some worn things, but in good condition.  The cactus puts everything in a bag until it cracks at the seams and the disgusting smell of rot from spoiled food and moth-eaten rags goes.  And as this smell goes, the Cactus plays the role of a sponsor and in front of the journalists (and this is a prerequisite for his action, so that all newspapers talk about his generosity and kindness) will distribute to orphans from orphanages and elderly lonely people all the junk from his  a well-worn bag.  Of course, you can't wear it anymore, let alone eat it, but everyone is silent, because it's uncomfortable.  The man tried, he even cried with zeal, and there were journalists, and they didn't print in the newspapers.  Here is a photograph of orphans and old people standing, and he, Alisher Taktorbaevich, is distributing alms from his "expensive" bag.  And everything is so beautiful and correct.  “You can't upset a person,” the old people thought, “you can't!” And this bag of junk is lying by the garbage can.  Only scourges and drunks dig deeper and then, after spitting on this rot, they will be thrown away, deep into the garbage container, so that others are not dragged out by chance and poisoned.  And Cactus, that is, Alisher Traktorbaevich, was sitting on his director's chair, by the way also old and with a huge hole in the back, once a leather chair, sitting like God and rejoicing in the deal, and most importantly PR.  This PR will give him a new position, which means money and opportunities to steal.  The cactus always liked to say, twisting his black mustache: "Live and let others live" What did it mean to steal and let others steal while there is something "...
One day the Butterfly flew into his lonely house.  Butterfly is a graduate student.  She was doing her thesis and on economic issues went to him.  Cactus offered to help her, but for money.  At first she went out all in anger and rage, but then she came back and agreed.  Here is another side where you can earn extra money.  Therefore, he was so fond of all responsible work.  And how not to love her?  The girl brought money, and then he invited her to his place, saying: "You won't come _ not see you work!"  Said it suddenly and bluntly!  The girl hesitated and came.  But not alone but with the police.!  And she arranged everything so cleverly that for the first time Cactus felt ashamed of his act.  Of course, she did not prove anything, but the red tape was still the same!  Cactus had to carry in his car the chiefs of the police and the chiefs of the district department of the plant, and all kinds of inspectors, apparently-invisibly.  Another big smile, offering "gifts" - crumpled dollar bills from his three-liter can.  He even kept watch at the entrance of a superior boss to offer his services to give him a ride or go to the market or work in the country, or drag sheep carcasses from the meat-packing plant just to hush up this rotten business.  Praise be to Allah !  It has carried it so far!  Not only did he stay in office and did not go to prison, he also got the position.  Now he will work in Almaty not as someone, but as a chief engineer.  While an engineer, but with such agility as that of Cactus, you can become a president ... ugh, that is, become the director of the local meat-packing plant, but for now it’s not bad in engineers!

  But now Cactus is afraid of these graduate students like fire and nightmares at night.  As if this butterfly brought its butterfly horde and this horde began to gut it, letting the affairs be taken apart on the shelves and in court !!  My heart was already bad!  Now the heart is naughty from fright!  We ought to go to Turkey!  Waste again !!  Not ,.  I would have to lie down at home ... From this washing Cactus completely wilted and in order to cheer himself up he took from the very bag with which he fed the old people and orphans, dried and fossilized, all covered with green mold, and began to chew it and choke with zeal ...
Here's another graduate student on my head!  - thought Cactus and was ready to hide under the table from these graduate students.  They all prowl and prowl, they turn everything upside down, and in fact, that's an infection, stubborn, they don't take bribes.  What a time it has gone!


 © Copyright: Rаisa Karimbaeva, 2014
Certificate of publication No. 214070300744

Woe from Wit

  Aigul, a young girl of 28 years old, in a thin silk dress came from the province to Almaty, from Koktobe.  Almaty surprised her with its beauty.  A provincial, modestly dressed girl in a floor-length dress walked through an unknown city and smiled, looking at the bizarre ornate paintings on the stands, inviting her to visit this or that boutique. She got on the bus that carried her to Sayakhat.  The bus was not much unusual in that there was no conductor.  People themselves paid for the fare by dropping a coin into an iron box.  The drawer was spitting out a small piece of paper with finely minted letters.  If you want to pay, you want not to pay.  Good!  Freedom! The bus started.  Aigul sat by the window and looked at the city landscape.  High-rise buildings, bright advertising signs, trees, people flew by.  The sun was shining brightly, hot in summer, so that in some flower beds the flowers withered, turned yellow, frayed.  She rode, thinking about her own.  Mom's legs hurt and needed to find a cure.  Phlebeurysm.  Her legs were blue with swollen veins and ached.  She could not walk.  I got tired quickly.  Aigul was worried about her, so she went to the polyclinic, and at the same time stopped by her uncle.  Uncle was not at home.  At work.  And in order not to stand until the evening, she decided to wait with a friend.  A friend named Janelle has lived in the city for two years and during this time has become terribly urban: a short mini skirt that barely covers, pink wavy hair that falls slightly to the shoulders, purple long nails and she spoke in a lisp, with a strong accent, so it's not possible  listen to the Kazakh speech spoiled beyond recognition.  She thought Janelle's dialect was funny, especially the word "Don't boldyyyy! Real Kazakhs speak a little differently, but a resident of a megalopolis who has forgotten his native language cannot be explained. Aigul sat by the minibus window and remembered her friend, then worried about her mother again.  veins are an unpredictable and terrible disease, At any moment the veins can burst even then .. It's even scary to think what will happen then. Aigul drove away obsessive fears and forced herself to think about the good. When you think about the good, it will definitely come true. And everything will be fine.  ! Aigul was sure of this. At that moment she heard a voice from somewhere from above. The voice shouted with all its might and was indignant:
- Why are you sitting ?!  Can't you see I'm standing !!  Make way! 1 Bastard!
Aigul came to her senses and raised her head.  A dandelion granny was standing right above her.  "It didn't work out well, the girl thought. How could I think so?"  -And she immediately jumped up, giving way.  Granny sat down contentedly and was no longer angry.  And Aigul swam further in her thoughts.  ... In their aul, they are not treated by doctors, but by doctors of various stripes.  And no matter how she persuaded her mother to go to the doctor, she did not succeed.  There is no doctor in the village.  Only in the regional center, and it's a long way to go there.  As many as three hours by bus, which travels once a day to the regional center and back.  Here people are treated by doctors.  It's good if the healer is from God, and there are charlatans.  Aigul was afraid of them and did not trust them.  Treat differently.  Better, of course, surami from the Koran, but it happens to be urine, applying it to all the places where it pleases, And assures that he will definitely help, scolding if it still does not help.  took, people themselves put "sadaqa" on the table, thanks to God.  Everyone went to her and my mother went.  K. immediately diagnosed "Damage", "A terrible damage that you can die" and added that only urine should be treated.  Aigul did not understand: how is it with urine, if spoilage is gins, and they should be driven out of the Koran by suras.  She already knew something in the Koran and even learned to read from the local mulda.  Aigul was about to give a hint about this, but immediately from all sides they began to hiss menacingly at her so that she would immediately be silent. And Aigul became quiet.  In the aul, the elders are not opposed, and it is not good to disobey the elders.  Oh, how not good!  Mom diligently applied bandages soaked in urine.  First it was necessary to boil this very urine, and then apply it.
When you cook it, there is a persistent disgusting thick green smog.  It smelled very hard.  Even dad began to swear, unable to endure these torments. The younger sisters - the 10-year-olds laughed.  They found it funny to the point of colic.  And unable to bear, so as not to laugh and thereby offend their mother, they went to their room or to the street and laughed.  And Aigul cooked it all on the orders of her mother and put it on her sore spot .. If it helped, but alas.  The sores on my legs became even more, blisters appeared and the terrible itching only intensified.  Therefore, Aigul did not forgive herself for not being able to convince her mother to go to the clinic, and she was also making this brew.  Horror !! After suffering for a week, my mother stopped these procedures herself under the unabated anger of the treating woman: "Why did you remove the bandages ?! I had to continue applying!"  “Probably, I should have completely lost my legs, then it would have been right in her opinion,” she was perplexed and angry at the treating girl. So she came to the city for medicine for her mother.  A beautiful city with many opportunities for young people attracted and called to stay Aigul.  And no matter how he beckoned to him, Aigul could not.  She could not leave her sick mother, and there is nowhere to live here.  Uncle is cramped.  Seven huddled in odnushka, Where else is she! So for a day you can, and then home.  And it's not convenient somehow, it's not good to embarrass people.  Aigul did not like to visit guests.  Homebody.
Then the bus stopped and a dark gypsy woman entered, in a shabby, well-worn dress of an incomprehensible gray-brown-crimson color.  In a pitiful voice, she began begging for alms:
 - Help, please !! - she lamented, looking straight into the eyes of passers-by - mom is dying, dad is dead, there are seven of us.  there is nothing.  Give who can. - holding out her palm, she belittles.
Aigul submitted 150 tenge.  She could not look calmly at people asking for help.  She herself came out of poverty.  Traded in bread from a bakery. One tenge from the sold-her.  I managed to earn 300 tenge per day.  There is no work in the village.  Everyone can get out.  Therefore, she cannot look at poor people without pity and sympathy.  Nevertheless, the gypsy, having collected a "pitch", left, got off at the next stop and headed to the next bus with the same request.  "The city is expensive. It is difficult to live here," thought Aigul understandingly.  She tried to understand the person before judging.  At the next stop she got off.  Janelle lived in a five-story luxury building with an intercom.  You should have said into the intercom and only then they will open it to you.  Aigul tried again, but again there was no answer.  "Probably gone," thought Aigul and was about to leave when a cool black foreign car drove into the yard and Janelle fluttered out of it like a butterfly with pink hair and bright makeup.
Well, hello! - stretching out her hand says Janelle - How long have you been standing?  Get in the car.  I'll buy you some tea.  There is a pretty cafe here not far.
Aigul sat down.  In the city, people do not cook for themselves, go to cafes of national cuisine and eat there.  Saving on food, they buy expensive things from the cu turier and go on vacation to the sea in Europe and Turkey.  Janelle did that too.  She ate in tiny portions in a dessert plate and was always hungry, For Aigul it seemed wild.  Why go hungry and are afraid of fainting when you can eat normally, even if not in new clothes?  Why expensive diamonds when you are about to faint, because your head is very dizzy with hunger?  Aigul did not understand this, but was silent so as not to offend her friend.  They went to the Cafe.  On the way, as usual, they chatted about nothing, laughed and joked. The roadside cafe was on the corner, at the intersection of two streets.  The cafe was surrounded by greenery, there was a fountain in the courtyard, and the children of neighboring houses were bathing in it.  Janelle They sat down at the table. Everyone here knew her well and every now and then she answered greetings or was the first to say hello herself.  Waiter, boy 20 years old.  came up extremely quickly.  After ordering food and almost not touching it, when it was already brought and it was possible to start the meal, Janelle gave out:
  - I just want to tell you about the new fashion.  No, this is not an advertisement. I've been doing this myself for almost a year and a half.  Business is very convenient in that you do not need any expenses.  All work on the internet.  -And right there, not allowing to figure out what's what, she thrust some pieces of paper into Aigula.  They needed to be printed in several samples and sent out over the Internet.  Income from how much you distribute.  And the more mailings, the higher the income.  Can.  of course to hand out, but on the Internet it is faster and there will be more clients.
 - We have no Internet in the village - said Aigul
 - Nothing, so give it out - Janelle did not give up
 - To whom? - asked Aigul- No one has money.  And they don't eat these pieces of paper.  Inedible.
 -Oh, come on, forget ...- said and immediately began again, but in a different way- That's why I quickly got rich and my personal life began to improve, tell me, eh?  Are you silent?  You do not know?  And I'll tell you, you need to lose your mind!
Aigul choked on a piece of bread:
 “This is a joke, isn't it?” She asked naively, hoping it was a joke after all.
- Village !! - a little angry girlfriend - No.  This is not a joke, but reality!  So I studied well, graduated from college with honors, I have a job, but no personal life, that's all!  And I am beautiful and tender, and the suitors do not look.  But life goes on, I'm not getting younger.  Before you have time to look back, life will fly by.  I want to live beautifully, richly!  And there is no money, there is no rich groom either, but there are a lot of problems.  I will soon turn 30, and not married and no life.  As if someone had stolen her life.  I’m standing at a bus stop, waiting for a minibus, and then a boy so handsome with blue eyes, tall that your uncle Akhmet, runs up and shoves me a brochure.  At first I thought I wanted to steal something, raised a cry, and he shoves it at me and smiles such a carefree smile that I felt jealous.  I came home and began to read.  It turns out one scientist said to the whole world.  that the mind brings only sorrow.  They say that for the happiness of the mind is not necessary at all. Here, says the children are happy why?  Because they don’t think about anything, they rejoice at this day, this sun, wind, even flies and mosquitoes.  Memory is the mind, and from it all the troubles. So I decided to become happy as a child.  Professor M has a clinic here.  He came here from America.  I looked: all the people here are evil.  I got upset and decided to make the people of Kazakhstan happy, that means to help, and opened the clinic.  Yes, she's right there.  in a neighboring house on the ground floor.  The procedure for erasing memory is not expensive - 29 thousand tenge.  Don't worry, I will pay for you for the first three sessions, and then you yourself.  You will see, all sorts of thoughts will disappear, life will become easier, boyfriends will appear.  I’ve probably not, I’ve even lost count of them. ”Janelle taught her stupid friend to reason.
then the phone rang, did she pick it up?
 - Hello! -Said Janel_ Who are you?
- But how who? - shouted in the tube - your neighbor!  You have completely flooded me!  It flows strongly from the ceiling, the ariston burned out, the wiring is jammed ..

 _ What Neighbor? - asked Janelle_ I have no acquaintance named Neighbor.  very sorry, but I don't know you.  Excuse me.  -Nothing understanding says Janelle
The pipe swore and died out.
 - Some strange, says Janelle and rushed to carry on to carry some kind of nonsense.  Aigul did not listen to her.  She was shocked and did not believe what was happening.  It seemed to her that she was being played.  That this is such a joke.  And she smiled.  But
then Janelle grabbed her hand and rushed to the exit:
 - I will now show you everything, she chirped hastily, holding her friend tighter and fearing that she would slip away inadvertently.  She grabbed so hard that her hand was numb and her fingerprints were blue.  Five minutes later they entered the private office of a professor named M. Here he was consulting and doing hypnosis.  Under the influence of hypnosis, a person partially lost his memory, and with it his mind.  The queue was not long, only ten people.  In the aul, the queue for bread is much longer at times, since there is one store for the entire aul. In the office of Professor M. you had to register and make an appointment. Then they will appoint a time and by this time you will enter.  Not earlier, not later.  If you are late, you will not come at all.  Therefore, people were worried, often asked the time again and were in a hurry, they were not even angry a lot.  Who came here for the third time.  someone for a week.  Those who have been in nirvana for a week, in paradise.  Sometimes with stupid faces, as if falling from the moon onto a sinful earth, they did not understand what was happening and cried like little children.  But moms weren't around.  And the "children" were crying louder.  calling your mom.  It was funny and disgusting to watch .. Janelle was busy in the reception, asking something, answering the secretary's question, and calling somewhere.  Aigul, left to herself, was left unattended.  They forgot about her.  She whispered in Janelle's ear that she wanted to go to the toilet and, having received an approving nod, immediately rushed to the exit.
She ran for a long time, trying to get away from this place as far as possible.  The wind ruffled her hair and spoke tenderly:
 -Faster, fast, little princess.  To freedom from these stupid and insidious people.  Run quickly, and I'll help you.  I'll throw sand in their eyes to stop them ... '' whispered the wind.  And a handful of sand and dust rose to the top and, swirling with great force in a whirlwind, rushed at the people.  Because of the dust and wind, nothing was visible.  People covered themselves with newspapers with their hands to protect their eyes.  Aigul was afraid to get into a taxi or a bus.  She was terrified of people.  She was afraid that she would be taken to this terrible doctor M. Looking around, seeing the stupid smiles of passers-by in nirvana, it seemed to her that the whole city was going to this doctor for an appointment.  And everyone lost their minds like bewitched.  This is why the fashion went for very short, barely covering skirts.  That is why all and sundry are naked, revealing their "charms".
 "They just forgot to get dressed - it flashed in my head - That's why everyone walks in the same underwear, which must be hidden under clothes. Forgotten! They just Forgot! And I was thinking about what I was thinking when I moved here."  She ran for a long, long time.  She ran, stopped to rest, then ran again like a madman.  People avoided and did not understand her.  The city had its own life, here everything is different, not like in an aul and not every aul person can live here, keep up with the rapid flow of time and money.  Here, everyone survives in his own way as best he can.
Aigul, having finally reached the station, boarded her train and left without buying her mother any medicine.  Uncle Akhmet, who lives in the city, will buy the medicine.  He will laugh about the incident he heard from Aigul and say that they are swindlers, and the people in Almaty are the same as in the aul.  Aigul will breathe a sigh of relief, but for a long time she will not dare to go to her uncle's home.  And she no longer communicates with Janelle.  It's so scary to lose your brains!  Allah forbid this to happen !!


 © Copyright: Rаisa Karimbaeva, 2014
Certificate of publication No. 214060400754

Black sock mask

This plague began in China and spread throughout the world.  It looks like a common cold, devours the lungs in the blink of an eye.  But in the beginning, as some sources of the ubiquitous Internet say, animals, not people, but rather bats, were sick with it.  But since the Chinese eat everything, they immediately became infected with it, and then all of us.  Another source claims it is a mutation of the common cold.  One way or another, we all sit at home and go out into the street only wearing masks.  Masks are made of everything, they say even black socks.  Just take a sock, insert the ear straps and you're done!  What?  Very simple!  The main thing is that the sock is clean!  And then just imagine, a smelly sock and even in it all day!  What should I do?  It was necessary to go to the store urgently, but they were not allowed to go there without a mask. So it is written on the door on a large poster with a blue fountain pen: "Please do not enter without masks!"  Well, okay ... Do not enter .. so do not enter ... I went to another, there the same thing, the same poster with a request.  And the downpour on the street is such that it is wet to the skin!  I'm healthy here, I started sneezing!  How he sneezed!  They all jumped aside!  The whole crowd scattered in all directions!  And then such a policeman approaches, affectionate .. So citizen, why are we without a mask?  What?  I’m not!  He stuck his head into his jacket and sniffed past.  I got to the house with bushes and .... In short, I took this sock, attached straps to it and ... Here it is a mask!  What?  Fashionable and beautiful!  Satisfied with himself, or rather his ingenious resourcefulness, left the house!  Yes!!!  Munchausen is resting!  Where is he up to our Kazakhs!  We can't do it yet!  We are, in general, a genius nation!  they say the nomads discovered America!  Yes!  Proud of my ancestors, I went out into the street with my head held high, or rather, with a high freckled nose!  I went through nothing at all and then I realized that something was wrong with this mask ... The air is different.  or something .... smelly ... So someone sets fire to the garbage dump all the time, maybe that's why ... Look, it smokes with might and main ... Whoever sets it on fire, Allah alone knows ... Not that scourges scurrying  at night there, not that the tenants themselves, that is, the neighbors .... Although, the neighbors are unlikely to set fire to.  the smoke will stretch straight into their windows, cover the whole house with smog, so much so that call an ambulance.  Not .  Not the neighbors are setting fire to ... Maybe the scavengers?  Well, those who take out the trash?  Why would they?  And in order not to export, do not waste gasoline ...
So I went to the store door with such thoughts.  At the entrance on a small table stood "Feri" All in my thoughts I silently opened the cap and threw it over my head, then took off my shoes and began to thoroughly wash my hairy, not shaved, like chimpanzee legs, with it.  Having wiped them thoroughly, I wanted them already ...
  - Young man!  What are you doing there ?!  - the stern voice of a satisfied fat aunt made me jump right up to the ceiling.
  Stuttering, I looked up from such an important matter and ... saw that a decent crowd of onlookers had gathered near me.
  - Ah! - I realized - everyone needs to wash ... The bathhouse has been closed for the second week and it is not known when it will open, but they will not be allowed in without washing their hands.  Damn, what a smell here!  Fu!
  - Young man!  I'll call the police right now!
  There is nothing to do ... So almost barefoot, barefooted, he stepped aside, yielding his place to "Feri".  a thin, shaking man entered again, took my place at the "feri" and, having swallowed a couple of drops of its solution, walked by ... Without even washing his hands or feet ...
  Feeling very sterile, I, disdaining, went to the counter.  My inquisitive, sharp eye found dirty, muddy stains on the shelves, dirt on the floor, due to the pouring rain ... and the ubiquitous fat flies ... So fat that you can send them to a barbecue!  Why!  The Chinese eat all kinds of worms and flies!  And why do these creatures, that is, flies, do not die even in such a cold ?!
  The store is full of products.  What bread do you want!  I dig deeper, chose a couple of rolls and asked me to wrap them in a bag.  Then came out!
  Can't take it anymore!  What's that smell?  !  Pulling off my "mask", I greedily gulped in fresh, honey air, which happens only after rain!  And then it dawned on me!  .. The sock from which I made the mask was from a heap for washing ... In a hurry, I took the first thing that comes to hand ... This is exactly what it was said in the manual for making: "Take the first thing that comes to you under  hand .. "And you can't take it off now!  A little nauseous, the blood is already caked, the brains are boiling!  And I still need to go to the bank!  I can hardly hear anything ...
  Reaching the bank by taxi and standing in a long line in the pouring rain again, I finally walked to the table where my aunt was sitting in a muzzle, that is, wearing a mask.
   She started asking me something, but I didn't understand anything.  Of everything she said in a low, barely audible voice, and even through the muzzle, she could only make out "Pee Peepy"
  "Maybe he wants to go to the toilet, you never know what ..." And smiling out loud to her, I wink:
  - Well, you go, if you so want, I'll wait.
To which she glared at me in anger, like the Nightingale the robber or there, Kashchei is the immortal and even louder, as the muzzle only allows, she repeated:
  - Pee-pee-peepy !!!
And then I realized what was the matter!  Eh!  Where ours did not disappear!  I pulled a roll of toilet paper out of my bag and smiled, understanding everything.  handed it to her, they say, take it, do not hesitate ... What is really there ,,.  anything can happen!
  In response, she pulled off her muzzle and, to my surprise, screamed to the whole audience:
  - Security!  Get this madman out!  My strength is gone!
  I- What happened?  - Asked the guard.
  _ - Yes, I ask him, do you have a certificate?  Surname name what they say?  Open an account or something ...?  And he sends me three letters, and even shoves a roll of toilet paper in the face!  Get him out, or I'll throw him out of here right now! - the aunt was so angry that her hands were shaking, and her eyes were red and completely out of their sockets, foam was flowing from her mouth and she herself looked like a dog that would now devour me  along with giblets.  “If it was only one person, I still have a whole queue to eat!” She shouted incessantly.
  Before I could say a word, they kicked me out of the bank with a kick in the ass!
  Just those times ... It's my fault if I haven't eaten porridge myself in the morning!  He can barely speak ... I would say clearly and clearly at once!  Come on!  Can't you understand these women!
Soaking wet under the shower, I got to the other mail.
  What to do?  it must be so.  Look, grandmothers, they always hang out in line.  Why not me too?  Came up, took the line, I'm waiting!  I'm waiting for two hours ...
  Here the sock, that is to say, the muzzle mask, threw out of anger, but then, thinking it over, picked it up and crumpled it up and put it in my pocket.
  Two heads in front of them in headscarves fought.  One, under the pretext of “asking something,” slipped forward and received her money.
Another caught up with her and grabbed her by the handkerchief, threw her to the ground and began to bludgeon her with all her might.
  Everyone stood and no one intervened.  Barely breaking free, beaten, with tousled hair, crumpled, in a torn coat and without a mask, unhappy, whining, crawled out of the entrance and walked away.  The other, proudly, victoriously, with her head raised high, entered, as if on a throne, and sat down on the only chair.  The others stood in silence.
  There were no more scenes.
Silently pulling my smelly sock-mask over my face, and barely holding back so as not to pull it straight to the floor, I went to the checkout ...

I was standing at the checkout for some business.  Recently it became known that the government is handing over 42,500. There were rumors that only those people would be handed over.  who worked during the period of the virus.  was left out of work, that is, was sent on unpaid leave.  And so everyone who worked was served.  And this one is correct, the person worked, it doesn't matter.  that he has a salary of 500 thousand, he will receive, and those.  those who did not work will continue to live.  They lived before and will live on.  Since I was unemployed, I didn't even think about going for benefits.  Not allowed.  And it’s a shame to ask the government for help.  Young, healthy I will somehow live.  They even said that those women who are not allowed in the decree, only up to a year ... And that's true.  The child is already a year old, you can go to work, and the child will look after himself, he will change his own diapers, and he will make his own porridge!  That's right!  So I thought, but my mother persuaded me to apply and I, not even ashamed, went to the bank.  And what my surprise was that I, it turns out, am one of the lucky ones who receive, albeit one-time, but help.  joyful with such overwhelming news, I caught my fat cat, who was hiding from me, jumping on the refrigerator and staunchly defending myself, as from a fascist, and pulled him out for a walk for the thirtieth time in a day.
 

 

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 © Copyright: Rаsa Karimbaeva, 2020
Certificate of publication No. 220041401850

How I fought with the phone
Raisa Karimbaeva
In a cell phone there is as if some sort of drunken man is sitting as a lord, who does not know Russian and speaks, or rather writes in Chinese.  That's for sure!  So, today I wanted to talk to a friend of mine about painful problems. I want to write to her that I am sitting in prose and mail ru.  I regularly enter text into the typing window in my phone, gently poking my finger over the letters.  Has entered, like everything is correct, checked.  Sent. The phone says in a blue square from me: "Rustam otin, male prose, miilya ..."
  I haven’t read that the smartphone has issued and I’m sitting so smart and smart, until I got confusion from my friend: “What other male prose and Who is Rustam Otin in general? Have you met long ago?”
  After reading the message, I quietly fall into horror and slowly slide off my chair ... But I myself do not know who Rustam Otin is!  I look again at the message and check: suddenly she was mistaken.  Not.  all right.  It turns out I wrote to her, or rather, my phone!  What will people think of me now?  That I sit all day in male prose with some Rustam Otin ?!  Reading in men's magazines!  I don’t know him myself!  And I don’t look at men's magazines at all, but I go around them for kilometers! I make excuses, I write that this is a mistake, that this is a telephone ... He doesn’t believe .. He giggles ... Okay, somehow we’ll digest ... I’m trying to change the conversation  topic about shopping.
I am writing to her that I will have to send money through Russia.  I make sure that there are no incidents.  I wrote everything exactly.  I poke on the send key.  Telephone:
The sixth miiilya Russian yuyuyuyu !!!
  Am I so glad I ran six miles?
Yes, I, to be honest, have not been running in the morning for a long time ... I even felt ashamed ..
Telephone:
 -All ... glitch-glitch-glitch !!
  Like I am swimming somewhere with the same Rustam at sea.
  For the last glitch, I was ready to kill this phone at all!  But...
Having passed on its last "glue-glue-glue", the cunning phone lit up with a caustic dark red light, they say it wants to eat, charging is at zero and stalled!
  I AM:
 - During!  Otherwise I would have thrown it in the trash!
  But the phone knows I won't throw it away.  I gave 80,000 in blood for him!  They will kill me at home, devour me with giblets, they say begged, ached for a whole year "buy" and "buy", and now in the trash ?!  This is such money!
  An acquaintance from our whole conversation with her understood that I had just problems and even big ones ... I suspect what she was thinking ...
  And what is the phone?  Lies calmly and does not blow in the mustache!  I'm already afraid to approach him!  No matter how my relatives read SMS ... or rather the phone!


 © Copyright: Rаisa Karimbaeva, 2019
Certificate of publication No. 219102301512
How Alik sold his apartment

We have been selling our apartment for three or four years and cannot sell it in any way.  At the beginning, our apartment was an ordinary Soviet three-ruble note in a house.  built during the heyday of the Soviet Union.  There was nothing ordinary about her.  The announcement of the sale of the apartment hung in the most visible place - on the window overlooking a busy highway.  This area of ;;the city is the most respectable, the most "fashionable" and then it seemed to us that it would not be difficult to sell an apartment.  But as it turned out, this is not at all the case ... People just came and went without saying a word ... There was a kind of emptiness, hopelessness and despair in their eyes, and some even disgust, that very contemptuous "Fu!"
  Tired of everything, Alik, grabbing another leaving customer by the floor of his jacket, shouted in his hearts:
 - Tell me something ?!  What's wrong with this apartment?  Why don't you want to take it?
The outgoing, yet another successful buyer reluctantly turned around and saw all the despair and pain of Alik, who almost had tears running from his eyes, yawning.  scratching his head gave out:
  - Oh well!  So I will tell you.  I do this purely out of good intentions and only because I know your parents well.

Alik became alert and became quiet.  He wiped his snot and tears and began to listen to his teacher like a first grader.  A failed buyer, this brute with a big belly and legs hanging on his knees, on the contrary, unlike Alik, who even became shorter and looked at him with all his eyes, suddenly acquired an important look, straightened up and even grew at once a whole meter, towering over  Alik is like a lamppost.
  _ Firstly .. - he began, bending his fingers, - you did not make major repairs
  - Well, I whitewashed cleanly and painted the floors ... - Alik justified himself, not listening to him to the end.
 - Yes, your plaster is falling !!  - shouted the buyer, who did not like that he was interrupted.  "Your plumbing is old! The pipes are leaking!"
  _-So the house was built in the 60s of the last century, back in the days of Khrushchev! What can I do ?!
  _ And I don't care what and how!  The apartment should be as good as new, as on the glossy cover, he pointed to the magazine, which he always carried with him in his pocket.  There is a beautiful picture of a recently built high-rise building in a completely different, neighboring city.
  _ Well, this is Almaty!  And this is our Chu! There are no such houses here!
 -But the prices are the same as in Almaty!  And if so, then the repair should be the same!
  - So the prices, they are the same everywhere, in Almaty, in Chu, only in Taraz a little cheaper.
  - Have you ever thought why we have such expensive apartments in Chu?
  - Probably, they found oil ... - Alik got out.
  - Here it is, oil ... - He shoved the magazine back into his pocket and was about to leave.
   - Although, in Almaty it is a little more expensive ... - Alik breathed, but no one heard him.  He stood alone in his apartment and, as evil, missed his next buyer again.
 “Why am I just going to sell my three-ruble note?” He wondered more and more often. “They rightly say:“ A stupid head doesn’t give rest to his feet. ”  he sits in a cozy armchair in his shady apple orchard and sips hot coffee with milk and crunches fried chicken.
- Listen, Ishimbaev!  Are you dreaming again?  And who is she?  Beautiful?  - Stuck his friend Kasym with questions, showing up to him early the next day.
  - Uh-huh ... - Alik said, still twisted in the clouds.
  - The name of?  Are you dating?  - Kasym pushed him slightly, smiling from the top of his mouth.
 -AND?  What?  - Alik did not understand, having fallen from heaven to the sinful earth.
  - What are we going to do, I ask ..
  - Repair ... We will make repairs!  - Alik said resolutely and irrevocably, as if he had cut it off.
  From that very day, repairs began.  Not a simple repair, but with the tearing out of all the veins and meat from the old Khrushchev.  It seemed that she was crying, losing her face, her value, her story.  The dust from the fallen, old, destroyed plaster stood in a pillar so that nothing could be seen.  One after another, the rooms turned from an old Khrushchev into a new fashionable one like on a glossy magazine of that same failed buyer. All the repairs cost him a round sum, and if you add everything up, it turns out just 12 million, no more, no less.  Two months later, Alik updated his advertisement for the sale, displaying new beautiful pictures of his three-ruble note and waited.
A month passed, then a second, a third ... year.  Nothing.  people came and went.  They looked, snorted, scratched their heads, sniffed something, looked under sofas, armchairs, beds, into the toilet, into the toilet, the bathroom, the kitchen, went to the balcony, asked "what's in the attic" and were even going to buy it, but ..  for 6 million, maximum for 10.
- But I spent all 12 only on repairs!  - Alik was surprised in response to the amount offered to him. - What is wrong now?
  - Hmm ... As you know ... - shrugging his shoulders, the buyer silently left.
  The neighbor, the most advanced in terms of sales, suggested to Alik to contact the realtor.
I don’t know how realtors work in other cities, but our self-appointed realtor, or simply Sake, who knows how to sell everything in two days and doesn’t take much, surprised Alik.
  He demanded that Alik vacate his apartment for a while and did not interfere in everything.  The most important thing is to sell, he claimed.
  - Do you trust me?  - Sake grabbed him by the throat.
  - Well ..
  - Yes or no!
  - Hmm .. Okay ... Hand over!
  - That I respect!  This is masculine, our way.  - Sake smugly stroked his goat, tattered, scanty, black beard sticking out in all directions.  With great enthusiasm and self-confidence, he began to wander through all the apartments and carry something about modernity, hokka, and something else that Alik did not understand at all, but only assented, pretending to agree with him.
  "The main thing is to sell .. - he reassured himself, and what is there and how is not important.
And a week of rest will not hurt.  I already hesitated with this repair, be it not okay! "

Collecting not cunning belongings in his backpack and leaving the apartment in the hands of the all-knowing Sake, Alik left the city.  Long dreamed of visiting the mountains, going to the sea.  But what sea do we have?  But the river is also nothing.  Having erected a tent on the bank of the river, near the thickets of the jigida, Alik gladly dived into its shadow and fell asleep in a blissful sleep.
A week later, anticipating a new renovation made according to the latest fashion, and most importantly, new buyers who "will simply take away each other's apartment," as the respected Sake said, offering fabulous money, Alik entered his house.  Climbing the stairs, with each step, his heart pounded harder and harder.  First floor, second, third, and here is the fourth ...
  He opens the door lightly ... It opens with a creak ... and ...
His jaw just falls off!
  With wide eyes, he rushed about his apartment and did not recognize her at all!
  Where is modern ?!  Where is the know-how ?!  Where is the Chinese style ?!  Complete devastation, the wallpaper came off and snot hang from all the walls, showing through its nakedness, the new plaster fell down so that even a brick is visible, the plumbing does not work!  There is no water (oh God!)!  There is dirt, dust, cigarette butts, linoleum on the floor, the floorboards are torn out and holes are gaping here and there, that God forbid to fall through and break your neck, construction debris is everywhere, even in the toilet and in the sink, in the bathroom and in the refrigerator.  New furniture was taken out, and instead of it there was a perforated sofa with springs sticking out of its core.  Instead of the new digital, the old Soviet one doesn't work!
  Alik grabbed the phone and frantically dialed the familiar number to Sake.
  - You ... - What are you doing, huh ?!  - He yelled in fury into the phone.
 “Oh, haven't you come yet?” They asked calmly in the receiver.  - Now, they will drive up.  - beeps were heard in the receiver.
  and indeed, an expensive foreign car drove into the courtyard of the five-story building, a fat lady rolled out of it, in an equally expensive black fur coat, although it was only autumn on the street and there would be no snow for a long time.  Adjusting her dark glasses, she looked up to the top and, in spite of the old women always sitting at the entrance, went up to the fourth floor.
  - Are you selling the apartment?  she asked.
   Alik didn't know what to say.  To say that no, because, for sure, it will start its "fu!"  or ..
  - Dddd-yes ..- stuttering, squeezed out of Alik .- How much will you give?  At least a quarter or so ... '' he asked bashfully, he felt as if the drunk was asking for a drink, realizing that nothing could shine for him at all for such devastation.
   - what a repair!  What a style!  - her eyes shone with light - Wow!  It's modern!  Exotic!  Know-how!
Alik stretched out in a smile, still hiding his eyes, staring at the floor.
 - You know, I went around everything, but your apartment hooked me!  I will give 13 million for it!  Immediately!
Alik's eyes widened in surprise.  Not believing, he even pinched himself and when she left, having laid out all the bucks on his table, he jumped for joy to the ceiling!
   Well her, this fashion!  Simple mortals do not understand her!  The main thing is to sell!
  A week later, he was sitting in his cozy country mansion and drinking his coffee with milk in his shady apple orchard. His house was the most ordinary, albeit without any modernist and know-how, but dear.  cozy and even sincere.  And this is the main thing.


 © Copyright: Rаisa Karimbaeva, 2019
Certificate of publication No. 219090400933

***
Risa Karimbaeva
I sit dreaming.  I look at houses, mansions for sale.  I really liked one mansion.  Such a beautiful picture, but the price is also very beautiful - under 1 billion tenge.  I wondered what kind of house it was under one billion, what was inside.  Probably, there should also be a pool for a football field the size and rooms of gold and marble .. I am opening ... a bare piece of land, overgrown with weeds in 12 acres of land and nothing more ... Nothing at all !.  Only the sign under the photo reads: "Here may be your dream home and it may look like this picture" and next to it, on the right, is a beautiful picture of that same mansion.  The curtain.


 © Copyright: Rаisa Karimbaeva, 2019
Certificate of publication No. 219090400514

At the hairdresser

  Today, Monday, getting up early, my mother suggested that I go with her to the hairdresser.
 - Just take a walk.  On the face, how good!  Why sit at home all day?
There was really nothing to do.  Everything that could have already been redistributed yesterday: erased.  dried, ventilated, floors washed to a shine.
  Only the lessons are not done.  The internet is a good thing!  What lessons do you want to find!  There would be a desire!  So I sit at the computer all day.  Dad takes the computer in the morning.  He gets up especially for this at eight, as if to work.  When his sister leaves, he locks the door behind her and immediately at the computer, for his favorite game of chess, cards, then migrates to another site and there is a fan of the whole country and neighboring republics.  Waiting impatiently for Aydar to wake up and, after waiting, puts it right over a cup of tea.  Later, both go out for daily, two-hour walks.
  Mom does not particularly approve of this political news, concerts are better.  Once again, at a thousandth, listen to your favorite singer or singer, scroll through the video, which is already boring to many, but very much loved by her.  The fight for the TV in the house was long ago decided in favor of my mother, and when her favorite series about the unfortunate Simar and her sister Raleigh begins, my father's series about the "Brigade" and about cops immediately turns off.  Dad silently takes a hundred square meters and, going deep into the next room, in silence, calmly inspects his beloved "Brigade".
  This winter in Chu, however, like all our winters, is warm.  The whole year can be easily divided like this: spring, summer, autumn and ... spring again.  Little snow falls, the sun is generous at any time of the year.
While my mother was getting ready, I was waiting for her on the street.  It's good with us!  The snow is melting, the air is clean and fresh, there is no dust or stifling summer heat.  If you look closely, you can see swollen buds on the branches.  Near one private house on Lenin Street, a tall, branched tree with huge red-crimson buds flaunts with might and main.  Each is the size of a fist.  There are no dried, yellowish-brown leaves that did not have time to fly off in the fall, as on other trees.  An unusual, pale yellow tree stands out strongly against the background of black, crooked elms, of which there is a whole darkness!  Elm grows well on clayey sandy floor.  Thin birches and poplars are very rare.  Cherries and peaches compete with elm.  Soon everything will bloom and our city will drown in the delicate scent of blossoming, fragrant flowers.  Beauty!
   The road to the hairdresser took only half an hour.  There were no people in the beauty salon itself.  Nearly.  A couple of girls were sitting in a manicure and a fat lady with small legs.  She had a very small shoe size for her height that caught my attention.  This is rare.  It's time to put them in the Red Book as a rare specimen.  Seeing her tiny legs, you involuntarily look at your "skis".  Well, yes .. You don't need skis here, you can safely fly from the mountain without special equipment.  With my height one hundred and sixty with a penny, I wear all the forties with a hook!  Fashionable, pointed shoes were out of the question.What are there, spiky, there is nowhere to hide theirs.  And here is beauty!  Miniature, like Japanese women!  Remember their kimono suit and their shoes?  Here, this is the same!  While I was admiring her legs, my mother went into the hairdresser's and, having learned that the master was busy, went out and sat down next to the red sofa.  All the furniture in the hall was red: two sofas, two broken red armchairs, a broken chair, also red, red in crimson, small flowered blinds on the windows, a red coffee table, polished under glass in the corner, and ... black out of place  , an idle TV and green butterflies to it.  On the ceiling, around a red chandelier, hung tattered and re-tied colored rains left over from the New Year.  Opposite me hung a huge mirror, all over the wall.  A curious face with huge blue "lanterns" under each eye looked out from there.  These "lights" cannot be hidden or smeared under any paint.  Tired of annoying questions about my health, I just don't pay attention to them, pretending to be deaf and dumb.  It is surprising that neither mom, nor dad, and even grandparents and great-grandfather had these "lanterns" and do not!  Just me!  Probably, it was Allah who painted me, so that I would not paint, so I would not waste time and money.  Cosmetics are expensive!  And here you don't need to paint, it makes no sense, anyway, they shine through the multi-layered tone of powder and cream and are visible even at a great distance.  I saw the same "lanterns" at my neighbor's.  Maybe she and I were sisters in a past life?  Her husband is calm, he did not dismiss his fists, it was just that she was born.  Looking up from the mirror, I noticed an awkward, dark-skinned to black, thin, bony guy.  He spun around the "Japanese woman" and told her something with interest, gesturing with his hands.  She was reluctant to answer him, all the time looking at the study, where everyone is given thick, solid, black, Uzbek eyebrows over the entire forehead.  This fashion is in Chu for the second year and all and sundry go to make thick eyebrows.  They say that if you have money, you can go to Taraz itself, make the eyebrows of "Brezhnev", so shaggy, thick, solid, with hanging light hairs, lighter than the eyebrows.  Mom also wants to make herself such, she says that she is tired of painting, and you can't stock up on black pencils (eyebrows).  I propose to her to do it immediately at Brezhnev's.  With her stern look, which is about to kill anyone right on the spot, they are just the way.  For her tongue, she immediately received this stern, killing look and turned away.  Mom was waiting, or rather, we were waiting together for the second hour.  Finally, this aunt, who was sitting in the hairdresser's chair, came out with wet beet-dyed hair and an old shawl covered with paint smeared over her shoulders, but she immediately came back.  I only managed to notice that her hair is rather thick compared to my thin one.  They say that girls have thick hair, they must be cut on the bald head.  But this trick didn't work with mine.
No matter how many of them you cut, the hair, as it was thin, remained.  I remember the bewildered, unhappy face of the master, who was trying to build at least something on my head.  Poor master!  She fought for half an hour, but she could not build anything except a pot called "square".  So I walked all my life, on any day, even a significant one, with this pot on my head.  I understand, "square" - a beautiful haircut, but on my head and with my hairs, for some reason it reminds me of a pot!  Yes, that one for children!  True, now I hide it under a scarf, letting the ends of a long scarf fall onto my back, presenting luxurious braids like in a movie.
   ... That lady went out and came in again, and my mother and I remained sitting and waiting, curiously examining the other visitors.  Our attention was attracted by a very beautiful girl with thin eyebrows.  Not eyebrows - lovely sight.!  Neat, thin, black, real !!!  She flew past like a bird here and there.  Now in the manicure room, where she painted her claws in a red, bloody, saturated color, to match the color of her lipstick, then in the hairdresser's, "ask something", then she again sat down next to me, on the next chair.
  I understand that she is going to the wedding.  Otherwise, why paint the long claws red?  In Chu, on the occasion of toys, it is imperative to paint the claws in a red, saturated color and make Uzbek, solid, preferably shaggy like Brezhnev's, eyebrows, one thick line, over the entire forehead!  To be seen!  True, take off to go to the bathhouse and you can't bathe.  I do not know why...
... The black guy kept sticking to the "Japanese woman".  Finally, unable to withstand the pressure of her boyfriend, she jumped up and disappeared into the office, where they make the same Uzbek eyebrows for everyone.
  Left alone, he completely relaxed, lay down on the sofa, occupying it all and fell asleep, just not snoring.  Here came two more young prettier slender women who mowed like actresses from Korean TV series: long, black loose, straight, slicked hair and a short, slightly covering underwear, a skirt in a large gray cage, plus white knee-highs at any time of the year, be it winter  or summer.  One of the girls had a backpack on her back, which made me understand that she went to school, in high school, and the other, apparently, had graduated from her long ago, but she could not leave her favorite school skirt in a gray, large cage to the mercy of fate.  And he walks in it to this day.
In addition to the famous, shaggy, Brezhnev and Uzbek eyebrows, thick, solid, in one line across the entire forehead, in our town, thin, tight-fitting trousers of different colors of the rainbow are in great demand.  They are worn by everyone, regardless of the size of the fifth point and age.  On the little ones, these trousers, which look more like tights, look nothing at all, but on an adult lady, the owner of magnificent forms ... One such beauty flew into the salon today.  She had a beautiful high chest, a thin, narrow waist, and from below ... these leggings are black on a curvy heel with curves.  short legs.  There was a feeling that she was in a great hurry, being late somewhere, and simply forgot to put on a skirt, and went out into the street in her underwear.  I wanted to get up and tell her that she had forgotten something, but my mother’s stern look just riveted me to the place, making it clear without words that I wouldn’t even think about it.  Pants-pantyhose for another half hour were spinning for some reason in front of me, sparkling with their fifth point now and then.  The swarthy guy did not give a damn about everything that happened.  He snored so hard that the roof shook every time he snored.
  .. Two more hours passed.  During this time, a girl flew out of the hairdresser with a baby in her arms, but that lady was not yet visible.  This made me understand that our lady had not only dyed her hair and did a khimka, but also gave birth to a beautiful girl, and if a couple more hours passed, she would be able to see her second child.  The thought that flew like lightning scared me.  I thought that we were in the maternity ward, and not in the hairdresser, and, getting up from my place, I once again looked at the sign on the door.  "Hairdresser".  Slightly below - "wagon hall."
 "Everything is clear ... - I thought. - They not only cut their hair ..."
Two hours later, when I already imagined that perhaps this very aunt just ran through the window with the foreman and urged my mother to go and look just in case, our turn finally came.  The lady we had been looking forward to for so long and who had already given birth to a tiny girl left the salon.  On her head was the same hair.  I never noticed anything similar to Khimka.  The hair is the same straight and the same color.
 "I wonder what she was doing there ..." the thought puzzled me. "Khimka, then painting, and then ... straightening already curled hair?"  Judging by her head, it was.  I didn't think any further, I just waited for my mother.  Mom came out ten minutes later, with a neat boy-like haircut.  However, it suits her.


 © Copyright: Rаisa Karimbaeva, 2019
Certificate of publication No. 219011500891
New Year's Eve

  a few days before the new year, anticipating the long-awaited event, looking forward to it, a young man, about thirty years old, and his father were sitting at the dinner table in the kitchen, drinking tea, sweetly talking about this and that.  Or, more precisely, how they will spend the New Year with a full dastarkhan, which will include manty, so lush and with meat, and mouth-watering baursaks and chak-chak and ... Holy, without which, well, no matter how impossible, "Olivier". "  What can a New Year's table be without Olivier? No. Olivier is Holy!
  After yesterday's game at the computer, Marat's head was still cracking, buzzing like a steamer: "Gu-gu-gu!"  Ears were completely blocked from the endless, incessant hum.  "I should have gone to bed early .. - he thought. - Quit this game and that's it!"  But only when you play, you forget about everything.  You sit down at the computer and seem to have gone into the thirtieth kingdom.  You are not in this gray, boring, disastrous world.  The plant in the town has long been closed.  Work only at the bazaar.  Everyone is sitting and trading.  And who is being sold to if there is no work?  But now a change has begun.  With the new akim it immediately became somehow more fun.  He also repaired the roads, along which even the cart could not pass before, not to mention the Inmarks.  I don’t understand why foreign cars are made with a low landing?  Are you literally a few centimeters from the ground?  You can't drive through potholes like this, can you?  You will consider all the bumps as your fifth point, jumping up to the ceiling.  Not...
It is necessary to make such that the wheels are like those of a tractor, huge, powerful.  All-terrain vehicle!  Everywhere will pass!  The akim repaired the main roads.  Well, those that lead to the akimat and the bazaar and from the station, in case they come with a check.  This is already good!  And then you come to our town and immediately your eyes on your forehead "Where am I?"  And so neat and beautiful !.  Just left the station there is a fountain and a monument to the hero!  And the clinic!  Well, the taxi drivers will take you to the market right away.  They don't even need to tell them where to go.  They only take to the bazaar, ripping off three skins from the client!  On buses, a ticket costs only a penny!  And the taxi driver has all two hundred!  For one hundred tenge, it is better not to sit down!  Who knows what mood the taxi driver will have.  Buses are a real salvation for everyone.  Here, just, we have to wait for him ... Last year, my mother had a fight with the car fleet, asked where the buses were and why it was impossible to wait for them.  Then things got better and buses began to travel more often.  I understand they are people too.  They need to eat or buy something to the bazaar, and they need to go about their business .... So they drive badly, getting stuck somewhere along the way.  No, it is better to take a taxi, if you are in a hurry, if you are running out of time and do not want to sniff other people's armpits, then it is better to take a taxi.  Expensive and with amenities.  And if you have a lot of time and like to chat, then you can save money by riding the bus and swaying as if in a cradle.  Good!  Here's another piece of news.  They say we will now have as many as four chemical plants!  Our town is small, only a few streets, but there are four chemical plants!  here not far, in a neighboring aul, a deposit was discovered, and so, they drowned the whole aul and the city in addition.  The sky was drowned ... There was nothing to breathe, the water in the river became dirty, it was impossible to drink water from the tap.  Then something calmed down ... And life went on its own course, as before.  And now, if these factories are opened, then all the smoke, smog, will cover the town with its head.  It's good if, like abroad, where the chemical plant is right in the city center, but!  It does not drown the sky, does not dump its waste into the water, does not pollute the environment.  And, in general, it is painted in bright colors of the rainbow so that you will not immediately understand that this is a chemical plant, everyone will think that a children's amusement park has been built.  Everyone loves to take pictures near him and post their photos in the instagram!  Here, I understand that, the plant!  And we have one boiler room for the whole city, and the sky is so good!  As soon as you leave the house, you immediately understand what is working!  Boiler room!  Dear! The smoke from the chimney is black with a black column against the sky!
Come on, what is all about the sad ... New Year after all!
  So they sit and talk nicely at the table, drink tea and dream of how we will meet the New Year at a full dastarkhan with a bucket of Olivier!  Yes!  Not life, but raspberries!  The bazaar is already selling Christmas trees, colorful toys and fireworks.  There, in the bazaar, there is real New Year's bustle and excitement.  And the buyer is not scared off even at times the price has risen on this occasion!  Everything is being swept off the shelves!  I love to walk there and watch.  Here is everything that your heart desires!  I don't want to take it!  This smell of Christmas trees already tickles your nose!  You immediately remember your childhood!  The happiest time!  These salutes, fireworks!  They are bought in packages at once, several at a time!  Therefore, a non-public competition in the whole city will begin!  What courtyard has the best and most colorful and lasting fireworks!  Look and be amazed at how the night sky is flashing with colorful lights and a joyful children's squeal and delight is heard here and there.  With such a mood Marat and his father were sitting at the table and nothing could shatter this mood!  As here....
From the ceiling it was poured directly on their heads, on dastarkhan, on bread, then more and more, in several places at once throughout the kitchen.  Marat froze straight with his mouth open and wide-eyed, not really understanding what was happening!  The father immediately jumped up as if stung, because the water poured right on his head!
  - Fu!  How dirty she is!  - burst out from his father with disgust.  - Why are you standing, carry a basin as soon as possible!
Marat, who broke his leg at the beginning of the year, limping, somehow limped to the closet in the corridor and ..
  Father heard a pile of pots and pans falling to the floor.
  - What's there?  Are you whole?  he asked, worried about his son.
  - Yes .. - Marat said raising the pan.
 - You, give her here, while I'm going to my neighbor, maybe something happened ...
  He ran out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him.
Marat, ridiculously spreading his legs shoulder-width apart, somehow bending over, tried to collect all the water in the basin he brought him.  The basin quickly filled with dirty, stinking goo!  A damp, musty smell of dampness and mold spread throughout the apartment, which had nothing to do with the New Year tree that they were going to dress up today.  Water was already running from all corners of the kitchen and in the center, right from three cracks and along the window sill on the ceiling, destroying the expensive repairs, which were done this summer, removing all the plaster "with meat!" To the brick itself. The wallpaper, fresh yesterday, was covered with rusty stains  , the expensive ceiling cracked at the seams, unable to withstand the pressure of water, and fell right on his head. Broken leg began to ache. Barely enduring pain, gritting his teeth, twisted a rag and collected all the water with it, wiping the floor dry.
Tired, he dropped everything and shouted "Why are you sitting! Come on help me!"  rushed to his sister, who was sitting at the computer, as usual at such a time.
 - I'll break this computer now!  Come on help me!  Tired of your useless rhymes!
The sister, without saying anything, ran out of the hall where she was sitting and began to collect water with a rag.  The flood did not stop for a minute, gradually taking over other rooms.  Soon they realized that one basin was not enough and pulled out two more, then empty pots, pans, glasses and any container in which they could substitute under a stream of water, under a man-made waterfall went into the entrance.  With a basin in hand, they ran all over the apartment, but the water managed to pour directly onto their heads.  She was more cunning than them!
  Marat was already all wet from head to toe when his breathless father came running.  Running here and there, then up to the fifth floor, then going down to the first and so on ad infinitum, he sweated so much that his wet T-shirt dried right on him.
 - Well, out of breath!  he gasped.  - I knocked to the neighbor, while she was opening, I went down to the first, to the other, to take a basin, and I also think where this tap, the common one, to close it! Otherwise, all four floors will flood!  The third has already been flooded!  The hostess does not know; she is away, the tenants live there .. She will come and find out ... Surprise.  As the saying goes "Happy New Year to you, dear!"
  - Yes ... We were also congratulated on the New Year ...
- Where is mom?  Haven't come back from the bath yet?
 - No ... More ... It should come soon ... - Sunday ... There are a lot of people, as always ...
 - Well, then I went to the first one, I'll see if I came, a neighbor .. It seems she has this crane.  Let's close it for now ... '' Having said, the father immediately rushed to the first floor, down from the fourth floor where they lived.  With his loose and thick belly and at his age, it is not so easy.
And the waterfall did not stop.  Venice!  Who wanted to Venice!  Here's to you, completely free!  The same rivers, the same puddles, the same stains on the walls, the same sewage smell!  Beauty!!  Only there are no boats yet .. But is this really a problem?
  A neighbor's son, scared in earnest, came running from the fifth floor and, saying something indistinct, ran away.  Marat did not even hear him.

When his sister got down to business, he sat down on the only dry chair to rest a little and recover. Taking the phone, he began to call the master:
  _ Hello .. When will you be?  Can you come now?  Yeah ... okay ..
   The foreman asked for 60 thousand for his work and promised to come tomorrow, because today he had a job for one client and he could not quit it.
Ariston, who was standing in the kitchen (already the second in a row, the first burned down because it was dripping on him from the ceiling, last year) was shut down.  The light too ... the lamps were off ... But the current in the bathroom was beating so that it jumped right up to the ceiling, as if stung.  The bathroom of the ball is right behind the wall, near the kitchen. So I don’t want to fill it underneath it right away.  Shock even from the switched off taps and the battery.  Impossible to wash your hands.  nor just stand at all.  so as not to be stung by this cybernetic snake from science fiction films.  Remember how there a robotic snake, twisting itself out, stings ordinary mortals and sucks their blood?  Here it is, the same thing.  Now it is clear where these films come from!  Not otherwise as a screenwriter, too, flooded under I do not want, and even on brand new wallpapers and ceilings!
In such a state, coming from the bathhouse, steamed and contented, the unsuspecting mother of the family found her cozy, lovingly made nest. Plus, all this plus the fact that a piece of a collapsed ceiling fell right on her head.  Barely managing to wriggle out of the unexpected blow, she stepped on something and almost flew across the apartment at her butt.
  Angry, despicable, leaving everything, she ran to the fifth floor, but the neighbor was not at home.  There was only her already frightened teenage son.  Gritting her teeth like a beaten dog, she went downstairs with a firm decision that tomorrow she would remember everything and make her pay for the renovation of the apartment.
The next day, Marat met with the master.  The master demanded money in advance.  Such a large sum of sixty thousand was not lying on the road, no matter how father and son wanted it.  In the bank, such amounts at once, right now, are unlikely to give, because Marat did not have work, and besides, he was limping on one leg.  Local traders give at interest, but the percentage is high, and even then not to everyone, their own, verified.  Somehow collecting money, begging from friends, taking something at a frantic interest and withdrawing from the account that was saved for the wedding, he somehow, with grief across the floor, scraped up these long-suffering sixty thousand and took it to the master, glad that tomorrow  everything will be as before and a master of gold will correct everything.
  Tomorrow he didn’t want to step on, turning from side to side, he had already changed his mind about everything, counted all the fat sheep jumping over the wolf, reviewed all the films for that hour, but still could not sleep.  Barely waiting for morning, he dressed and went out into the yard to meet the master.  He was waiting for him like children are waiting for Santa Claus!  Smiling, anticipating a miracle.
  But...
  The master with the face of a know-it-all walked throughout the apartment, looked into all corners and affirmingly stated that he would certainly come on Thursday, left without doing anything.  Nothing at all.  Just when he was leaving he threw Marat's mother that their kitchen did not smell at all of tangerines, but of dampness.
   - I wonder what should smell like if there is such a flood in the house?  - a thought slipped through Marat's head, as he felt a cold, scalding wind on his back.  It was my mother who opened all the windows and doors, fearing to disobey the great master.  A joyful, free, victorious wind with a roar rushed to blow all the secret corners of the apartment, covering everything with snow.  It became cold, like outside, like in a refrigerator.  During the whole day and the following days, neither the doors nor the windows of this apartment were closed.  Marat felt.  that his mother is a big polar bear from Antarctica.  He had suspected it before, but now there was no doubt.  Precisely, my mother is Polar Bear!  He even posted a photo of a polar bear on his website with love, only to sign that it was his mother who did not.  They will not understand yet ...
It was three whole days until Thursday!  How long, long days and endless nights!  The whole family hasn't washed since Monday, the dishes were piled up in the corridor, almost near the toilet, because in the apartments of the Soviet era, the rooms are tiny, and the corridors are even smaller and there is nowhere to turn around, but it is convenient: woke up - and you were already in the toilet, turned -  in the bathroom, another step and in the kitchen, you don't have to go anywhere, everything is close by!
  All these days they ate exclusively on horns, because they had neither the mood to cook something, nor the time, nor the place where to cook they had.
  Those who still worked tried to stay up late in order to come and go to bed right away and not behold the peeling walls, torn, soaked wallpaper, the ceiling that fell to the floor, not to see these basins with water pouring on them, but immediately go into the world of dreams, where everything is  still clean and bright as before.
  "Probably, the New Year will never come ..." - a thought lurked deep in my heart and did not climb out in any way, how do you not persuade her to do this, no matter what arguments in favor of "everything will be fine and like people" do not feed.  Nobody slept.  The nights were too long.  And mom too.  She spent the whole night scrolling in her head with the idea that she would finally find the culprit of the flood at home and how she would put everything in her eyes and demand payment for repairs.  I had to wait all day, because as soon as at night, she was able to still find her at home and lay out everything right from the doorway!
  - So that tomorrow brought sixty thousand!  - she added her last argument and thereby finished off the hero of the occasion.
  But she ... collapsed right in front of her mother on her knees and howled like a dog beaten by the owner, whined:
 - Excuse me.  I did it by accident!  Where will I get these sixty thousand?  I have nothing to eat myself ... I left that job, the owner sold the office to another.  And the new one has no clients yet.  Forgive me, already, eh?  - Tears flowed like a stream from her eyes, she sat there, afraid to raise her eyes, guiltily dropping them to the floor.  With her trembling hand, she hugged Azheki's legs, almost kissing them.
Shuddering from this, Azheka moved a little to the side.  Her heart beat, fluttered with pity for her.  She had already forgotten about the ruined expensive repairs and the fact that it was impossible to enter the bathroom and not be stung by the electric current and about the eternal, indestructible smell of dampness in the apartment and even about the ruined New Year.
 - Get up.  Don't do that .. So be it ... Bring it later, when you can ... - she said, forgiving her everything, and went to her place, in "Venice".
  On Thursday, that very long-awaited day, our saving one refused to come, referring to the fact that there was no partner, and he could not work alone, but he promised that he would definitely come tomorrow and fix everything.
  - Well, yes, and there is the New Year!  And if we succeed, even in this goal we will be able to live humanly and, most importantly, alive! ”Azheki's daughter suddenly dropped.
  - Don't ... Suddenly he'll kill himself again ... - Azheka was frightened for her neighbor who flooded them.
 - And you don't need to write anything .. Throw it all away, throw it away!  - picked up the father and, tearing out the paper that had just been written, threw it into the urn.
  They forgave the neighbor everything and did not talk about the flood and about money anymore, although they knew that she would not pay any money tomorrow or later.  when she finds clients and her times go better.  They simply could not, that through their fault someone would have problems.  Who knows ... It's scary to even think about it ..
Right before the New Year, repairs were done.  Straight, one day.  As in the movie "The Irony of Fate ..." Just not laughing ...
 
  - And what happened to them?  - asked the brother's sister.
  - The old pipe rusted long ago and, it turns out, was simply bandaged with electrical tape ... So it could not stand it ... - Marat said quietly.  - Come on.  What was, what was.  You better decorate the tree.  Look, still completely bald, - he smiled.
  The sweet aroma of Baursaks and Olivier was heard throughout the apartment.  The new year was saved!


 


 © Copyright: Rаisa Karimbaeva, 2018
Certificate of publication No. 218122700674
Bird hunting

   We were six or seven years old when Sashka invited us to climb into the garden.  The garden was large and surrounded by a large fence.  All overgrown with wormwood and nettles.  The trees were very tall.  Especially birch trees.  They propped up the sky itself and it seemed that they were floating in the clouds!  The pears and peaches planted earlier by someone did not start, and remained dry, thin, bare twigs without leaves.  Here, in the north, in the wilderness, where the winds blow with might and main and there are frequent showers, peaches do not grow.  Our village was far from civilization and was surrounded by steppe.  Wherever you look, the steppe is everywhere !.  People with their families were gradually leaving the village, and their houses were emptied.  So this garden is empty and overgrown.  We got over the fence easily.  First, the boys jumped, and then Gulka and I.  The fence was high and at first it was a little scary, but I didn't want to admit it and we climbed over it all the same, overcoming the fear.  All the way Sashka kept repeating that he wanted to show us something.  And now, intrigued, we found ourselves there in the garden.  Large bushes and trees grew along the alley .. Suddenly, one bird sat down on the alley and slightly bent on its side, limping slightly, went, trying to take off, but did not take off.  The broken wing prevented her from doing it.  The boys shouted, hooted, trying to catch up with her, but she didn’t work.  As soon as they got closer, she flew up, and then returned to the ground again and, as it were, limping ridiculously moved, leading somewhere to the side.  ...

Not far away, in the bushes, there were snares for catching birds.  The traps nearby were empty, but one contained a bird.  She was small and sad.  Then it seemed to me that she was crying.  I took her in my hands and released .. Then I remembered.  that in kindergarten they explained to us that it is impossible to offend the little ones.  And remembering the order of the teacher, I began to look for other traps and, finding them, released the rest of the birds.  Sashka was furious.  He shouted that he would no longer take me hunting with him! But I didn't care!  I felt sorry for the birds.  Gulka was silent, she was afraid that the boys would beat her if she put in a word for me.  The boys were angry.  They were still trying to catch at least some bird.  And here one of them hobbled so funny, but did not work.  There, near the tree, on the other side of the boys and the traps, was her nest.  In the nest there was a small, not yet fledged chick.  He was blind ...


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Certificate of publication No. 218070500852
Why do rams lose weight?

Once at the table, adults complained that our rams began to lose weight.  It seems that they gave food and did not get sick with anything, but they are losing weight.  Having overheard the conversation of adults, I went to the barn .. Near the barn ... my three-year-old sister was riding a ram!  I was 6 years old and as an adult I asked her what she was doing and tried to explain to her that this should not be done!  But Venus was not listening.  For a moment she got off the ram and called me: "Look, it's so soft! Like a cloud! Let's go for a ride! Mom doesn't know!"  - she asked so much that I could not refuse her.  I went to the ram and touched its fur.  He really was like a cloud.  So soft and fluffy!  Seeing my indecision, my sister climbed onto the ram and grabbed it by the fur.  drove across the field like a horse.  She laughed and was so happy that when it started raining she did not notice it.  The rain was summer and warm.  I stood and looked at her and smiled.  I didn't say anything to my mother then.  This remained a mystery.


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Certificate of publication No. 218070501010

Sister

My little sister was very funny as a child.  Once no one could dress her!  She wore a T-shirt all day!  And dad was already starting to get angry.  Mom ran after her with dresses, trying to catch this three-year-old miracle and finally put at least something on her.  But it was all wasted.  Tired of all this, the parents simply gave up on her.  I asked her why she doesn't dress.  And she looked at me with a serious look and said that soon, in the future, everyone will walk like that!  I asked again: "In a T-shirt ?:".  And she nodded her head in the affirmative, saying yes, in a T-shirt.  And for sure!  How many years have passed, and people really wear a T-shirt!  They only call this T-shirt - a dress!


 © Copyright: Rаisa Karimbaeva, 2018
Certificate of publication No. 218070501172
More expensive than gold
Rаisa Karimbaeva
Chapter 1

It was damp autumn, with frequent torrential rains, with cold frost in the mornings. More and more people took out warm clothes from the mezzanines, where they threw them in hot, sultry summer. More and more often they hid under black, large umbrellas from the wind that pierced to the bones and freezing rain.  The sun was still shining, but there was no sense in it as from a dim, barely flickering light bulb, lit high, under the very ceiling.  It didn't warm at all ...
People were in a hurry about their business, not noticing anything around ... Once.
 "We must be in time! We must be in time! Faster! Faster!" - the words-orders shouted in almost every head, people passing by ...
A little boy was sitting with an outstretched hand right on the bare, dirty asphalt and begging for alms.  But no one seemed to see him.  During the two hours that he was sitting there, none of the adults came up to him, asked if he had eaten today and where his parents were, where he lived and if he had a house at all.  As if he is not here and never was.  Completely freezing, numb to the very bones, he pulled out from somewhere a large, black garbage bag and hid in it, leaving only a sign, a piece of paper cardboard, on which he scrawled something in a crooked, illegible handwriting, just in case that the car,  taking out garbage containers, did not suddenly confuse it with the rest of the garbage and, God forbid, did not take it outside the city limits ... Anything can be ... But people did not notice, continuing to run on their endless, eternal affairs, then  here...
Suddenly their attention was attracted by three guys and one girl scurrying around the open hatch.  The hatch was located right on the side of the gratoir, almost on the carriageway of a large and noisy highway, and it was completely impossible to pass and not notice.  Hot steam was pouring out of the hatchway, and there was such a stench that everyone pinched their noses.
Meanwhile, one of the thinnest and longest of the three dived headlong into the well so that only his legs were visible.  The other two were holding him by the trousers of blue, shabby jeans, fashionable today, afraid to let go of him, not to hold him, while he himself sank lower and lower into the depths, to the very bottom.  A squatting girl in red with despair and hope looked down there, trying to make out something in the darkness of that very manhole ...
 - What are they doing there, huh?  one driver asked, leaning out of his Audi.  - They do not allow to pass ... In-he created a traffic jam!  Hey, are you there, how long ?!  Addicts, damn it!  he swore and dived into his warm car again.
From all directions there was the irritated roar of the crowded cars.
 - What are they doing?  - Passers-by asked each other.
 - Horror!  How it stinks !!  Close this hatch!  The whole town already smelled of this feces!  How can I show myself in the office now ?!  - the beautiful lady in a beautiful white coat and with her hair dyed like a blonde to the very waist got nervous.  She kept sniffing at herself and cleaning something with a starched handkerchief.  - Everything exactly smelled!  - she made the final verdict, completely examining herself.
 - Drug addicts!  - confirmed the fat woman who trades in the market. - Every morning I see such!  Get drunk, get drunk!  They don't give you a living!
The crowd was already quite impressive and everyone expressed their opinion about what was happening and gave the only good advice on such an occasion, while not forgetting to swear and complain about everyone and everything ...
Finally, we agreed to the point that they decided that the girl simply dropped an expensive, very expensive, gold ring with a large diamond into the sewer hatch, because she almost cried, shouting something to the one who dived into this very hatch.
 - Oh, how bad it turned out!  - the young woman with a magnificent bust and cheeks red as an apple, flushed from the influx of embarrassment and shame.  - What are we all standing for ?!  Let's all come together and help the guys, eh ?!
- I'm not going into the well!  the lady in blinding white declared decisively.
 - Well, it is not necessary!  - the young woman with cheeks dismissed her.  And already hiding in the thick of the crowd, she threw - We can handle it ourselves!
The lady in white tried to call a taxi, but for some reason the phone was silent and she remained standing on the roadway with her arm outstretched.
Then two guys did not hold the third one and he almost flew down to the very bottom, but still managed to catch on to something and so balanced between life and death ...
 - Ah!  the whole crowd cried out in horror.
  A huge fellow two meters high with a hook in height and breadth caught the boy, grabbing his legs with his huge arms and continued to hold it for some time.
 - Well, what is it?  - he asked.  - Found?
  There was only a ringing, oppressive silence in response, but after fifteen minutes there was an approving answer:
 - Found!
And everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
 - What a fool!  But happy!  - they said to the girl, so without any evil and rather with sympathy. - Do not drop the ring anymore!  Hold on tight!  the crowd grinned.

But the girl only said nothing in response.  Tears of joy and happiness flowed down her cheeks.  She did not hear what the crowd was judging.  She just looked through the hatch and hoped for a miracle.  And a miracle happened!
To the thunderous applause of the crowd, the guy who dived into the hatch pulled out from his bosom ... a yellow, fluffy, small lump.  It was a fledgling, not yet fully fledged, a tiny child of a large gray duck.
 - Pee-pee-pee ... - he chirped, calling his mother.  - Pee-pee ...
The Savior lowered the foundling to the ground and he, funny rearranging his paws, awkwardly spanked forward, to the spreading rowan bushes that grew nearby.
And only now the crowd noticed a worried big gray duck, which walked all this time in circles, screaming heart-rendingly and flapping its wings, as if calling for help.
Seeing her precious child, she rushed to meet him and, embracing him with her wings, did not let go for a long time, chirping and cooing something tender and dear, as only a mother can.
 - Quack-quack-quack ... - she chirped.
  - Pee-pee-pee .. - the chick answered her.
And everyone burst into tears with emotion.

  Meanwhile, rumors about the allegedly found gold treasure spread throughout the city.
  - what did you find gold?  - a fat man with a big belly like a pregnant woman, out of breath from a fast run, shouted loudly, asking everyone at once late and having slept through everything.
 “No!” They answered.  - But we found much more expensive than gold!  - and pointed to a large gray duck and a small chick next to it.
 - Hmm ... - he scratched his head in bewilderment.

 ... The little bum that was hiding in a black garbage bag from the piercing cold got out of his shelter.  Seeing a small, yellow chick, he smiled and took out the last crust of black bread from his dirty pockets.  Approaching him, he crumbled all the bread and began to feed the birds.
  - Quack-quack-quack .. - said the big gray duck.
 - Pee-pee-pee .. - the yellow lump echoed her.
And the boy just looked at them and smiled, forgetting that today he was left without food and he had absolutely nowhere to sleep.  But it didn't matter!

Chapter 2

One young lady came to this city from another, which was on the other side of the country.  She lost her baby last year.  An unexpected and sudden death took her happiness from her.  They say they have been treating for years.  But this is not true.  They do not heal, grief does not go away, but stays with you every minute.  She all the time heard the cry of her child in the morning and immediately ran to his nursery, but when she saw the empty bed she stood in confusion, mad with grief.  the husband was there all this time and supported her as best he could.  But it was easier for him, he left for work and spent whole days there until late in the evening, or maybe he didn’t want to return home so as not to see and hear this endless cry and endless grief of his wife going mad?  "So you can go crazy .. - he thought - We must do something .."
One early morning he brought her a fragrant bouquet of beautiful red roses, although there was no holiday.
  - That's for me?  - smiled his wife, just waking up and rubbing her eyes.  Even without makeup, so sleepy she was still more beautiful than ever.
 - You ... - he smiled back and kissed her on the cheek - You are much more beautiful than these roses!
  - You're kidding ... - she said, although she was pleased to hear it and she was ready to hear them a hundred times and even more. - Is it a holiday today?  she asked
  - Do you need a reason to give you roses?  - he answered - I'm ready to give them every morning just to see a smile on your face.
  And she smiled back.  She felt so good that for a moment she forgot about her grief. Only for a moment ... Remembering, she became limp again and began to cry.  He got nervous, he walked up and down the room, stomping loudly, and his face was tense and it even seemed that he was about to explode like an atomic bomb.  Clenching his fists, he walked over to her.  She drew back from him in fright.  Noticing this, he smiled again, trying with all his might to be kinder and as gentle and gentle as possible.
  - I was just thinking ... - he began.  Not daring how to say, he was silent for a long time, and then gave the unexpected - We are moving!  Yes Yes!  We are moving today!  To the other end of the country!  We will start a new happy life!
  - But I can no longer have children .. - she said in confusion - You know ... Yes, and you have work here ...
  - The main thing is that you are near!  I do not need anything else!  I cannot live a day without you.  - he looked into her eyes and realized that she hears his heart and it gave him strength - I have already decided everything and even found a small cozy house on the bank of the river.  Do you love the forest?  There really is no forest, but there is a beautiful park on the banks of the river.  It is very big.  - And then he added enthusiastically - Do you know, the rooms overlook just the river!  And the house itself stands right next to the park, across the road ...
  - then he opened the laptop and, having rummaged in it a little, turned the monitor screen to her - Look!  - he said, showing her a beautiful photo of that very house.
He was really handsome.  She did not want to go, especially since all her relatives were here, but seeing how her husband was trying for her sake, she agreed.  So they moved.
Chapter 3.
 
  This autumn she often walked in the park in the morning.  She loved this park very much.  He was very handsome!  And these spruces and pines with huge thick, immense trunks and even under the sky!  They were so huge both in breadth and height that next to them she felt like a small, tiny girl!  As if she returned to childhood again!  She began to smile and enjoy life again!  After all, life has just begun!
Every morning she came to the park to feed the birds and she even made friends of her own: a couple of pigeons, tiny sparrows and one large gray duck.  The big gray duck had a baby!  He's so cute!  She took him in her arms, and he flapped his wings as if he was about to take off!  She smiled at him and talked to him, and he answered her something!  Yes, he answered!  "These birds are so smart! They know our language and understand us, but they cannot speak!"  - she thought and took out of her pocket the most delicious tasty crumbs of fresh bread, which had been specially reserved for him, and the chick ate them with pleasure right from the palm of her hand!  And she smiled and shone like the sun!
 ... Soon the first snow began to fall in large, lush flakes.  Almost all the birds flew away and the big gray duck also disappeared somewhere.  She did not appear for several days and Vera, that is the name of this lady, had already decided that she, too, had flown away to the south and was saddened ... But how surprised she was when on Monday she saw her again!
 “So she didn’t fly anywhere .. - Vera guessed - But where was she then? Maybe she has a nest somewhere or something, but I don’t know ...” - after feeding the birds, she stood still for some time.  that time, lost in thought.
But suddenly, she noticed that a big gray duck ... was limping on one leg and her wing seemed to be knocked out.  She kept trying to take off, but nothing worked for her.  Vera wanted to take her in her arms, but for some reason she was not given to her ... The duck walked in front and all the time looked back to see if Vera was following.  And then it dawned on Vera: "She has a nest here! And a whole flock of hungry kids!"  - from the thought alone, her heart ached painfully, a tear rolled down her cheek and Veorochka, without knowing it, followed her, fearing to lose sight of her.  So they left the park and walked several streets.
  Near a busy highway, Verochka, unfortunately, lost sight of the duck and was very sad.  Not knowing where to go next, I decided to cross the road.  She did not know the city well, because she did not go anywhere further than her home.  What was her surprise when she again saw her limping girlfriend!  Passers-by watched such a strange procession and twisted at the temple, they say, she was completely crazy.  But can you explain to them?  She made her way through the crowd of people, now losing, then finding her again.  Suddenly her gaze fell on a large black garbage bag.  There was no container nearby.  "Probably, the shop owners put containers instead .. - she thought and was about to leave, scolding herself - And she really went crazy ..." But then she again heard the insistent quacking of a large gray duck.
Vera raised her head and saw her sitting on this very sack.
 - What do you want?  - asked Vera - So that I looked in the bag?  In this very bag?
  - Quack!  - the bird grunted affirmatively even more resolutely and flew up into the sky, but, having described a circle, again sat down on this very bag and grunted - Quack!
 - Okay, okay ... - Vera gave up. - Since you ask, I'll see ... Maybe there are your chicks ... - she said, opening the bag.
  And I couldn't believe my eyes!  There was a child!  Human child!  There was a hungry, dirty child and worse ... unconscious!
 - For help!  - she screamed in horror - Call an ambulance!  Someone help me!  She pulled the baby out of the bag and hugged it to her chest.  He was like ice.  She rubbed his hands, stroked his face, warming with her hot breath - What are you animals or what ?!  Call an ambulance!  - Tears rolled down her cheeks.  A couple of hot tears fell on his face.
  - Mom ... - he whispered, barely audible.  He did not have the strength at all and instead of a strange unknown aunt he saw his mother who died in a car accident. “Don't go away ...” he whispered through his sleep and squeezed her hand, but the death dream like a sweet poison bound his entire tiny body.  His fingers did not obey and unclenched, releasing his mother's hand.
  - I will not leave .. - she promised and hugged her even more tightly - Now I will not give you to anyone.
  Soon an ambulance arrived and took both of them to the hospital.  And people gossiped about what had happened for a long time and looked after them.





      


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It happens...

It happens so ... You sit at the computer, compose your opus and type quickly the text, thinking about what and how .. And then in the midst of it, someone comes up and stands above his soul: "give me a computer, give me a computer ..".  You finish everything quickly and without looking, you send it all over the social network, sigh and leave, give the queue.  Then a day or two passes and again your turn has come.  you sit down at the computer and ... your eyes go to your forehead!  From the abundance of mistakes!  And you can't fix it!  Late!!!  And again it is "Give me a computer, give me a computer .." Well, how to explain to your dad that you are working?  AND?  It's a game for him!  And then the whole world writes to you in the comments, sending you downwind ...


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Certificate of publication No. 216120401129
Asterisks

The little girl sat on the bench and jerked her legs, chatting endlessly and not stopping for a minute.  Grandmother sat next to her and smiled sweetly.

 - There is the moon .. - the girl showed her hand at the yellow moon, looking out from the trees - She is hot.  You cannot touch it with your hands ...

 - Where?  - asked the grandmother.

 - In-he!  - Again the girl pointed with her hand to the yellow round spot, the only light in the dark night sky.  The sun had already set over the horizon and the last fiery red rays of the sun were just dying out and the night darkness was gradually but surely swallowing them and everything else.  A light, warm breeze ran over the crowns of firs growing nearby.

 - Fir-trees!  - exclaimed the girl, as if she saw them for the first time and, after a little pause, began to jabber in her ringing, thin voice - They cannot be touched.  They are prickly ... '' she stroked her little finger, remembering that in the morning she pricked herself on the cactus growing on the windowsill of my mother in the kitchen, when she wanted to see and touch it better.  - They are prickly ... - she repeated and was silent for a moment.

A large, white yard cat with a big black heart-shaped spot on its side dashed past and hid in the bushes of wild rose hips.  The girl was trying to jump off the bench in order to catch up with the soft, white cat and pet her, but her grandmother held her in her arms, not letting her, not letting her jump off the bench:

 "Bolmide ... Barma ..." she said softly.

 - Can't?  She is hiding in the bushes.  I'll go and take a look ... - she again tried to jump off the bench, but grandmother again held her back and did not let her do it, smiling and patiently repeating once again that this should not be done.

 - Ah ... Okay .. - the girl finally understood and gave up all her attempts.

Grandmother sighed with relief and imperceptibly dozed off a calm, sound sleep.

The girl sat on the bench and was bored, staring around.  Gradually her gaze fell not on the dark, blackening, pre-night sky.

Little sparkle stars lit up here and there, joining in simple, beautiful patterns.

The little fairy was embroidering a beautiful, velvety, gentle, warm night veil with these bright and so beautiful sparkles, singing a beautiful, calm melody, to which everything around fell asleep in serene sleep.  She smiled at people, looking down at them, from a snow-white cloud that caught on the top of a tall tree.  Seeing the little girl, she swam closer on her cloud and descended from it, sat down on a bench with her.
- Hello little girl!  - said the fairy and introduced herself - I'm a fairy.

 - Fairy? - the little girl was surprised, opening her mouth and looking into all her eyes, as if trying to remember everything, everything.  what they say and show to her.

 -Hold!  This is for you! ”Said the fairy and taking out of her pocket a small gold casket, decorated with multi-colored stones, put it on the palm of the girl, even more surprised.  The little girl was filled with curiosity.  This toy was not like those.  that she had in her room.  She saw such for the first time!  She had just touched it when the lid suddenly opened and a bright light, burning eyes, appeared from the box.

  “Oh!” The girl shouted, squinting and covering her face with her hands.  The box fell out of his hands, his legs did not fall, but hung in the air!

 - Do not be afraid!  - the fairy calmed her down and with one movement of her hand gently pulled out a light, delicate one from the casket.  a delicate velvet bedspread, embroidered with sparkles, shimmering with a matte color.

  The girl carefully opened her eyes and was surprised. She was very beautiful!  So beautiful that she forgot about everything, about all her fears, touched him, trying to grab him., But a light cover slipped out of her hands, seeping through her fingers.  like water shot up to the very heights, to the very sky, completely dissolving in it!

 - Oh!  What have I done!  - the girl cried, afraid that she ruined everything.

 - Do you want me to teach you to sew the same?  - suggested the fairy.

 - I'm afraid!  She touched her finger again.  who were pricked by a cactus.

- Do not be afraid!  - soothed the fairy. - There is no need for needles at all!  - and having pulled out another black coverlet from the casket, she said - Look!  - having spread the bedspread on the bench, she went up to the wild rose hips and picked a couple of the most beautiful flowers, threw them on the bedspread.  Then she went to the daisies and did the same.  Flowers immediately took their place and so firmly.  that they could not be torn off!  The little girl liked it very much.  This game was so interesting.  which she wanted to repeat.  She jumped off the bench and walked over to the daisies.  Plucking a couple of flowers, she carefully laid them on a black bedspread, which already had roses and other daisies.  The flowers rose to the top and whirled in the air, as if dancing to the beautiful music he only heard, and sank beautifully on the coverlet, taking their place and forming a very beautiful pattern.  Fairy waved her magic wand and the veil flew upward, into the blackest, gloomy sky.  And the higher the veil rose, the more the flowers became like stars that dot the entire sky!  However, these were the real stars!

 - Grandmother!  Grandmother!  - the girl cried out loudly so that the grandmother woke up.

 - AND?  - I seem to be asleep - she muttered, looking around and looking for her granddaughter.  It was completely dark and she began to worry, but finding the child near the flower bed, sighed with relief and went up to her.
- What are you shouting?  What did you see there?  she asked.

 - Fairy ..- - the granddaughter babbled - We sewed stars with the fairy!

 - - With a fairy?  - did not understand the grandmother - With what kind of fairy?

 - Yes, he ... she ... - the girl wanted to say, but where she was pointing, it was already completely empty and the fairy was nowhere to be found.  all she could do was sigh in disappointment. "Oh ... Flew away ..." she muttered something completely incomprehensible and fell silent.

Bright night lights lit up here and there, illuminating the dark street.  Young people walked by and sat on a nearby bench, discussing something and gesturing.  It was already night and the black sky was full of stars.  Grandmother hurried home, taking her granddaughter with her.  The girl struggled and began to be capricious.

 - Grandma, stars!  - she pointed at the stars, pointing her finger at the sky.  She stopped and looked at the stars.  Her head was spinning.  Suddenly, the smallest star broke away from the black sky and flew down.  to the ground.  The girl held out her palms, trying to catch her.  She waved her hands, as if she was catching something invisible, unusual.  Catching it, she tightly squeezed it into a fist and for a long time was afraid to open it, because she did not want to lose.  But curiosity nevertheless took over, and she did not resolutely, carefully, slowly opened her fist and ... saw a small daisy on her palm.  She smelled like wind.

 - Let's go .. Let's go .. - the grandmother was in a hurry, but when she saw a flower in her granddaughter's palms, she was delighted and asked - Did you pick it for mom?  Well done!  Come on, give it to your mom.  That will be delighted!  - and brought her granddaughter into the house.


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Certificate of publication No. 216081901053

My notes
Risa Karimbaeva
How I look mystic.

Night.  I'm sitting watching an exciting, mystical horror movie ... Out of the corner of my eye I notice that the earphone is not connected to the computer, the external sound and speakers are turned off, but I clearly hear everything! ... Where is the sound coming from ?!  The hair on my head begins to move with horror ... That's it ... I'm going to sleep ..
****

Once a girl named Elvira studied with me in college.  She saw mysticism in everything.  And the most interesting thing is that this mysticism was hidden even in her birthday.  The sinister three sixes did not promise her anything good ...  At least in this she was one hundred percent sure ... It was impossible not to agree with her.  She was born in 1976 on the sixth, sixth month !!  The last three digits of the date are one after the other!  It drove her crazy ... She began to collect such literature about all sorts of secret knowledge, and a couple of times she even did a couple of sessions of evoking evil spirits ... Strange inhuman sounds began to come from her room .. they were especially amplified when she was doing the ceremony.  .. The hype around her began to grow .. They even feared her ... But once it greatly interfered with sleep for one person.  So much so that even through a pillow and a thick clothed one could hear these heartbreaking screams ... And the evil-spiteful, spitting on everything and everyone, this man entered the room despite the fierce protests of the "guards" at the door of her room.  And what do you think he saw there?  Evil spirits?  Any devils and the like?  Not!  It was drunken orgies. There were cigarette butts everywhere, empty drunk bottles of alcohol were lying around, stench and dirt ... All mystical mystery vanished in an instant ... It was not three sixes that did harm to her, it was she herself who brought harm to others,  drowning in its "***
One of my acquaintances was stopped by a gypsy woman with a request to tell fortunes by hand.  She claimed that she would tell him the whole truth and looked into his eyes with such honesty, fairness and even devotion, as only dogs can look at their owner.  My friend's eyes lit up.  He quickly took matters into his own hands, inviting the annoying gypsy to tell fortunes himself, and began to weave all sorts of nonsense, inventing on the go.  Either he told her the truth, or something else, I don’t know, but the fact remains: the gypsy was dumbfounded with horror, became paler than my mother’s whitewashed kitchen, goggled her eyes, took a step back and ... with a cry-cry of unprecedented horror  ran away from him so quickly that her heels sparkled!  When I asked what did he tell her there, he dismissed it, saying that he absolutely did not remember ...


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peculiarity"

Mr P

Mr. P. Satire.

They did not let us sleep with everything ... From the very early morning, almost at night, the scandal was thrown, noise, din, screams.  Who started it first, who offended whom first is not clear.  And for what reason all this fuss has already been forgotten.  It’s no joke for three hours, swearing, tearing throat, ligaments are about to break.  Didn't get enough sleep.  Got up.  It's three o'clock in the morning.  I went to the kitchen to drink some water.  At first I thought that everything was just a dream, but no.  I hear - for sure, they are swearing.  The upstairs neighbors are fighting.  You can hear so clearly, the walls are paper!  well, not paper.  This is what I say by the way, just very, very thin.  So thin.  that you fart and the neighbor living behind the wall hears.  Children are interested in: jars with their necks against the wall are put to listen, then they are tapped like in the Morse code: knock-knock-knock, then after a pause again knock-knock-knock-knock and in response, knock-knock-knock is also heard ... First  they simply tapped, and then the banks entered the entrance: they threw words over it and listened to the answer.  I tried it myself too.  Wow!  Interesting!  No, it really became interesting!  You can hear so well!  as if they forgot to close the doors and are not only in the same apartment, in the same room!  And they speak in a whisper behind the wall, but you can still hear it!  So clearly audible!  Okay, these are all children's games!  Played and that's enough!  I took the bank away, the children to the corner!  There is nothing to play as spies!  I went on business myself.  There are so many things to do at home, a lot!  while one did.  then another .... I'm looking at the clock already 12. I think, okay, I got excited.  It's time to let go of these tomboy, let the bones knead, take a walk or something .. And I decided to send them home to the store to buy bread, and let them buy ice cream.  well, good me!  I can’t be angry for a long time!  That's the kind of person I am!  I go and scold myself for being too strict!  They are children, but why am I so angry?  Well, we played and that's it!  Okay ... I go into the room and see: two of my tomboys standing in different corners of the hundred square meters from their pockets pulled out and sit in the internet, giggling!  Here's to you!  My jaw dropped already ...
That was yesterday ... And tonight I did not sleep at all ... I could not sleep ... There was some noise and din from above.  I went to the kitchen to drink water, and there you can clearly hear the wife yelling at her husband:
 - Where are you hanging out?  - shouts so that at least plug your ears.
 - There was ..- timid, a little quiet babbling of her husband.
 - Where exactly"?
 -  At work...
 - Did you work chtoli until three in the morning?  Have you seen the clock?
  - Have you bought new ones?  And I see you are so beautiful today ... And I bought a new dress ... Iron-iron-iron ...
In response, there was a loud slap in the face with a whistle.
 - Why are you fighting ... - the husband almost cries.
 - Are you drunk, where do you see the new dress ?!  I have been wearing an old battered, patched-up dressing gown for many years now, and do you know why ?!
 - I like it very much, right?  - the drunken husband is so timidly trying to guess, barely dragging his tongue.
  In response, there was another slap in the face, then again the screams of his wife, furious as a panther:
 - Where is the money, I ask?  Do you even get paid?  I haven't seen your salary for a long time!  Do you go to work for free?  Are you working for nothing ?!
 -Well, then I p-p-pshel ..- the husband stutters and lets go ...
 - Where?  - his wife blocked the way with a rolling pin in her hand.
 - T-t -... hic .. hic ... there ..- the husband stutters.
  Another blow with a rolling pin, then continued interrogation:
 - Where have you been, I am asking you clearly in Russian?
 - Man senymen soylespeim ...
 - Why won't you talk, huh ?!
- Man senymen soylespeim ... Ik ... Ik ...
 - How are you going to talk!  - a dull blow with a rolling pin - Where have you been?
 - At work ...
 - Pine?
 - What ... "pine"?
 - Pine not boldy?
 - There Aizhan ... - the husband began to confess what he had done.
 - What is Aizhan?
 - AND?
The wife screams even louder so that now I, the neighbor below, plug my ears:
 - Ko-ol-lega ... new ... Today I got a job ...
 - And?
  - What is "I"?
 - I'm pl-Russian, I ask you clearly: are not pine bolds?
 - Well, I noted ... Cake, flowers ...
 - What did she give you?
 - Why me?
 - You have lipstick on your collar!  And there, on the neck yet ... Yes, she did not disdain you either ?!  - then a short lull and again with great force - Oh, you brute!  Drunk!  - new blows with a rolling pin with a whistle interspersed with lamentations - What an unfortunate I am!  Oh ba-a-ay!  Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! - the wife is wailing in a voice like the deceased.
 - Well, okay ... Okay ... Well, it's my fault ... I'm sorry ... - Oh .. Hic-hik ... Oh ... - then a dull noise went off as if something heavy fell right on the floor  ...
 "The neighbor could not resist, fell down" - I thought.
Then came the rustles and the quiet, already stifled, pitying voice of his wife:
 - Does it hurt?  Does it hurt?
 - It hurts ... - her husband muttered and fell silent for a short while and again in a bolder, joyfully happy voice - Nothing ... He'll heal before the wedding ...
The wife raised an eyebrow in surprise, her barely restrained anger did not bode well and no wedding.  She took up her own again:
- Until some such wedding, eh?  - my wife waves a rolling pin, and my chandelier shakes as if from a strong wind ...
 - Hic .. hic ...
Here you can see that I have not slept for a long time, because the light in the kitchen is on for me and is reflected on the black background of the night.
 - Oyba-ay!  Yat bolady goy!  The neighbor woke up ... It's all your fault, you brute!  - a choked voice, a shallow shuffling of feet, then a dull thud and fidgeting, dragging a heavy bag full of something on the floor for another couple of minutes ... and complete silence ...
  "Well, that's it, now I'm going to sleep .." - I thought and looked at the clock so, out of interest and gasped!  It's already six o'clock!  It's time to get up!
But so sleepy!  So I want to sleep .. I have no strength ... I perched on a chair, grabbed my back like a pillow and fell asleep .... I just fell asleep, as if from a neighbor, I heard from the right:
 - My stepfather is Mr. P. himself!  He is my ideal!
 - ABOUT!!  So you are the children of Mr. P. himself?  Come in, come in .. Sit down ... - I heard fussing with chairs and clinking cups.  This neighbor, apparently, meets the guests, sits down at the table and pours tea into bowls.
 - Well, how is Mr. P. doing?  Is everything all right with Mr. P.?
 - Our mister P. takes a new post!  He was given a promotion!
 - AND?!  Congratulations!  Congratulations!  My best wishes for him and you!  Please drink while it is hot ...
There were sips, then spits followed with obvious disgust:
 - Ugh .. What is this?  Tea?
- Tea ... With milk ... Just brewed ... - a timid, pliant voice of the neighbor on the right.
 “And you don’t have any powder?” Asked the guests quietly, a little stifled, the children of Mr. P.
  - There is, there is!  - Rejoiced the hostess, who obviously just came in, because I heard the stamping of feet, and then her happy, joyful voice. - I'll bring it ... Yesterday I bought it ... How I felt!
  The guests became overwhelmed and settled comfortably on the sofa.
 - And you have nothing ... Good ... cozy ... Have you been renovating for a long time?  What help is needed?  Do not hesitate to ask!  Mr. P. ordered to treat you like relatives, with great respect, that is ... - a new creak of the sofa and a little shuffling and fuss.
 - Thank.  Mr P.!  He is very kind ...
 - We have received information that on the occasion of a round date, namely the birthday of the city of N., is distributing apartments to the poor ... - the guest began cautiously from afar.
 - Yes, that's right ... We received such an order from above, and now they have already started distributing apartments on Oraza Ait, made a list of all the poor in our city ...
 - So ... - the guest perked up - Mr. P. would like to receive a gift of a couple of such apartments for himself ...
 -? - the neighbor on the right was surprised.  - But ... I do not have such an opportunity ... I am just an accountant ... Small fry, as they say .. - the owner, dumbfounded by the request, just threw up his hands.
 - Just have it ... - the guest began to hint at something, but then, to the owner's relief, his wife came and the conversation was interrupted ...
 - And here is the powder!  - the hostess brought the usual washing powder from the bathroom.
 - Wow!  - the guest exclaimed, without looking at the label, and immediately almost all buried himself in a bag of powder.
 - Pshsh-sh-sh-vats vats-wow-bul-bul ... - strange sounds were heard behind the wall ...
I listened, quieted down ... I walked up to the wall and I was almost thrown away by a loud shout:
 - This is a washing powder ?!  - shouted baby mister P.
 - Well, yes ..- muttered the wife of Mr. H., that very neighbor on the right.
In response, there was a sharp, furious, ringing ringing of broken dishes, noise, rumbling, some kind of fuss, dull sounds of beatings, dragging some heavy bag on the floor, banging on the wall and something else not understandable ...
 - Oibay!  what are you doing? ”the hostess lamented, sobbing.
 - Have you decided to mock Mr. P. himself?  Who are you going to be?  Who you are?  Trash, nothing, that's who you are!  To spit and rub ... Yes, I will ... Yes, we will ... Yes, he will ... - then a sharp blow to the wall so that it shook like an earthquake and the chandelier almost fell from the ceiling right on my head ..  ...
Then everything calmed down ... The clock struck half past seven and I ran to work.  At work all day I thought about a certain omnipotent gentleman P., who is allowed to do everything.  What kind of "bump" is this?  This thought haunted me.  Having barely served his due, having waited for six in the evening, when the working day was over, he went straight home ... to his neighbor, Mr. H., and timidly asked:
 - Who is Mr. P.?
  Mr. H. was not in the mood, one eye was blackened, his hand was bandaged ... But he answered my question:
 - Yes, so, he is a nit and what else to look for ...
 - And the drunkenness is good .... - added the wife, having heard our conversation.
 "And the children are proud of him .." - I thought.
 - And they think.  that everything is allowed to them!  - as if a neighbor read my mind ...
July 8, 2016.


 © Copyright: Rаisa Karimbaeva, 2016
Certificate of publication No. 216070801141

Repairs

Repairs.  A humorous story.

The renovation has been going on for a month.  Everything is turned upside down, that where only Alla knows ... But in the middle of the room there is a big heap, where all the contents of all the drawers have been dumped: a wardrobe, a cupboard, cabinets from the bathroom ... Old wallpaper has been torn off the walls, lying everywhere  construction rubbish, in the corridor there were two heavy, full bags, just brought from the bazaar.  Koyanbai, as the parents of the young thirty-year-old boy called, stood at the very entrance and scratched the back of his head ... "Yeah ... well, business? And now what to do? How to finish? And why did he start it all? It's all the wife's fault" come on  “Yes, come on!” Well, let's start! And how can we finish it? And you can't quit, they broke everything, stripped the old wallpaper along with the plaster into the floor of the wall, right down to the brick! And then what? Alla alone knows.  . Said "just change the wallpaper and that's it!  Delov for five minutes! ". These five minutes have been lasting for a month, it would be better if the lunch breaks at the plant lasted like that ... The plant will soon shut down and that's all ... And it will be very good for us ... Koyanbai stood still and thought, thought  , I thought ... Until his wife came and called out to him, stuttering:
 - K-K-K ...
 "Well, they named it! Surely someone who got drunk on that, in the event of the birth of the heir, shouted this name, laughing, and the others picked it up for joy, they say, rare and fashionable! And now everyone's name is short, in a fashionable way, Goyang, which means a hare. No  We must pay tribute to the parents. ”At that time, they were talking about a certain then famous professor Zaitsev, after whom they named the baby, that is, me. That's nothing. But on the courses, a plump and ruddy girl with imkeni Kundys studied with him  Just like the name is rosy and plump! And everyone smiles at her and she at them ... Well, all right! Kundys - a beaver can be easily converted into a kunduz-sun! But if the boy was called a girl's name, then how?
I myself saw an ad hanging on a post at the entrance to the railway park.  The announcement was about the provision of services for the repair of TVs and washing machines, and below the phone and the signature: Kuyrdakov Zhanar!  At first I thought that the person was mistaken and forgot to add the letter "a", but no ... On the other side of the post hung the same announcement with the signature: Kuyrdakov Zhanar!  And you don't know whether to cry or laugh ... They will call you that, either as a joke, or on purpose, to protect you from the evil eye, but you suffer ... So they called me ... And now they call you briefly: "It"  ... "Dog" means .... "- thought Koyanbai, having heard the call of his half.
 - What do you want?  - grumbled Koyanbai. - Well, come!  Well, I took these two damned bags of cement with a 50% discount .. If they are not okay ...
 - Yesterday I had to ... - after drinking a glass of water and finally getting rid of the hiccups, said Kulyash's wife.  - Yesterday it was cheaper ...
  Here is the "discount", here is the "sale, everything is 50% lower!" ... And today it is 50% higher than the last, yesterday's price ...
 ... Koyanbai's stomach purred so much from hunger that it could be heard even on the street:
  - Bull, bull, bull, bull ...
  On a platter.  that was on the table lay neat, delicious two eggs in a shell.
 "Well done wife! I thought in advance that my tired husband would come and cook breakfast! She knew that he who had not had breakfast left, without a crumb of bread in his mouth ..." - to celebrate, he took one.  that closer and smashed it, lightly knocking on the edge of the table ... A yellowish, odorous slurry appeared from the egg ... After thanking his wife mentally, Koyanbai, or how fashionable it is now, briefly, Koyan decided that the egg was cooked in French and did not move on  torment him, but decided to drink its contents like that and took a sip already, almost half.  The egg tasted strange ... But ...
  - Listen .. Have you seen two eggs here?  An omelet must be sentenced, with breakfast, otherwise dinner is coming soon ..
Goyan's entire muzzle immediately twisted to one side, his eyes popped out of their sockets from one thought that swept like lightning:
 - So they were raw ?!  - he shouted in horror and began to burp right there, right on the floor - Ugh!  And I ate a fool already!  Ugh!  - He tried with all his might to vomit out the remains of a smelly, smelling of chicken droppings, poorly washed, raw eggs with an admixture of manure.  - Ugh!
Then he jumped up and ran to the bathroom to wash his throat.
  "Hmm ... - the wife threw up her hands, not understanding anything - Just think, the eggs are raw ... And what will I cook from the boiled omelet?"
  She gave another, fresh egg from the refrigerator and beat it with milk.  poured it into a hot, sizzling frying pan ... A delicious smoke came from the kitchen ...
  As if a twisted, squeezed lemon came out of the Koyanbai bath and fell onto an empty chair at the table.
 - Ffuu-u-he breathed.
Only he felt a little easier as the attacks of the now dearias, which in turn replaced the bouts of vomiting, which arose from the mere thought that he probably ate something like droppings with the egg, which explained the reason for the strange taste and smell of the "egg after  French, "they immediately overpowered him and he again, cursing everything and everyone, ran out of the kitchen like a madman, but now into the toilet ...
  Sitting on his "throne" and having done his job, he wanted to breathe a sigh of relief when he suddenly noticed that from the "throne" from below, a stormy, full-flowing river was flowing across the floor ...
Rounding his eyes with horror, he cried out with all his might:
  - You swirl!  Don't be okay!  Doesn't the toilet work for us ?!
 - No .. I told you in the morning that the plumber will come to change the pipes ...
  And then Koyanbai remembered.  that in the morning his wife really said something and he gave his consent to this ..
  Feces along with water flowed along the bathroom floor like ships and pyramids, like the sea and calmly strove to go beyond what was permitted, that is, into the corridor ...
  After examining the "throne" Koyanbai found it.  that it was not connected to the main sewer pipe and water did not flow into the barrel ... "Tron" was like a pot without a bottom and all its contents floated out ... All wet and in a stinking liquid, he grabbed the first that fell  on the floor in the hallway, almost at the entrance, and a huge, blue basin and began to collect water as best he could ...
  And at this time, the damned plumber, because of whom everything happened, was sitting quietly in the hall, in the only clean place in the house, and ate Him, Koyanbai, an omelet!  And he ate it like that, smacking his lips sweetly and smiling maliciously into all his inserted, golden front teeth!
  - Assalom alaykum!  - the plumber nodded, greeting, and took the last, fatty piece of omelet with a fork and stuffed it into his mouth.
And again it rang out: -Chav-chav-chav !! - Poor Koyanbai was already salivating!
  Having wiped his hands on himself and thus only smeared the dirt, he wanted to stretch them out to say hello, but his wife, anticipating his actions, brought a jug of clean water and a basin right there.  After washing his hands, grief with anger that he could not annoy the plumbing for the inconvenience, he went into the hall.
 - Waleikum Assalam!  - greeted Koyanbai through clenched teeth.  You can't swear with a guest, it's not good.  Therefore, smiling, hiding all his anger away, he sat down at the table with the guest, and his wife poured fragrant and delicious, long-awaited tea into a bowl ... Having drunk a couple of bowls, Koyanbai puffed up, all resentment and anger passed.  He got up from the table and went out into the yard ...
  It was stuffy ... A small shadow from a single growing tree in the yard gave almost no coolness, but only teased, as mirages in the deserts tease tired and thirsty travelers ...
  From the house I heard an eerie, machine-boring drone, as if a bulldozer was working, and white, thick smoke mixed with thick dust came from the windows ...
"We started ..." - flashed through Koyanbai's head, calmly watching the smoke fly away, disappearing into pure, blue.  cloudless sky ...
    Gradually, his gaze shifted to the sky itself, to the top of a tall, shady tree, to the front garden near the house, planted by the caring hands of his wife, to the children rejoicing in the holidays, who played on the street, running back and forth along the road near his house ...
 - Well, how! - Koyanbai sighed with all his chest - Ah! - he exclaimed in joy and his thoughts flew away to a distant, carefree, happy childhood ...

Two days later, the wife announced that there was not enough wallpaper and it would be necessary to buy two more rolls of the same bluish-white with brown stripes to the kitchen and sent her husband back to the market ...
  The bazaar was crowded.  In the courtyard there was a holiday of Oraza ait and people were full.  They bought the goods they needed, bargained, crowded around the shops, in stores and just walked by ... Koyanbai, or for short, Koyan entered one store, in which the last time they chose and bought wallpaper with his wife and asked the seller if there were any similar ones,  but the seller just turned his head in a sign of refusal, they say no.  Then Koyan went to another.  but suddenly there was no such wallpaper.  In the third store, silently and for a long time, looking through the entire range of available wallpapers and not finding the right one, he turned to the store owner:
 - do you have such wallpaper?  - Koyalnbai showed a small piece of wallpaper, showing a drawing.
 - Now let's see ... - clumsy.  the overweight owner of short stature without haste, calmly walked along the store, diving a couple of times behind the counter and answered. - No .. No ... Maybe others will go?
 - Not.  The wife said only these ...
  The shopkeeper threw up his hands.
 - It's nothing you can do...
The unhappy and exhausted Goyan was about to leave the store, when a lively, ruddy aunt caught up with him, all this time following their conversation:
 - Listen, young man!  My friend still has such wallpapers!  Just that.  What do you want!  And it gives away very cheaply ... The repair was made only yesterday, but the wallpaper remained and it is a pity to throw it away .. I'll give you the address ... She lives here on Lenin ... Her house is so noticeable, with a front garden right at the gate from the street side.  .. You will find it right away ... So tell me what you sent to Gullim-Apke ... - pulling out a pen from her purse and writing down the address on a piece of paper torn from a notebook, she handed it to Koyanbai.
Delighted with such a rare success, the young man grabbed the cherished piece of paper and was like that!
Lenin Street turned out to be two hundred and fifty houses long, of which half of the entire street with a front garden turned out to be on the street ...
Here's to you ...
Once again, walking along a long, sun-drenched, deserted street, long forgotten.  what is asphalt, all marked with cow cakes, Koyanbai, fearing to step on a "mine", waltzing like a ballerina between them on a small piece of clean, unmarked land, again took out the address and once again (already the hundredth in a row) looked at the house number and name  streets.
That's right: Lenin Street ... But the house number is either 17, or 70 ... It is not legible ... And here and there a pink front garden with flowers ...
And one thing ... number 17 is at the beginning of the street, but house number 70 is for some reason at the very end, at 249!  And where there should be 70 in a row, there is some kind of dilapidated building, with rickety walls and a huge smelly garbage can in the middle of the courtyard and it has no fence at all ... To the left of it there is a house with number 69, and to the right of number 71 ..
On the other side of the street, the same story ... There was no house at number 70 ... There was a big one opposite the old, abandoned building.  a dusty alley and a pillar in the middle of the road with the inscription "Do not climb" will kill ", as if Koyanbai had a desire to climb these pillars ... In short, on this side the street ended in a lane on another street ..
  After running a couple more times to the beginning and the end of the street and was completely exhausted, Goyang finally asked the old woman who was sitting on a bench near her small, low house, and immediately found out that number 70 is located behind 249 ..
  "I wonder who designed it? I wish I knew this genius!" - flashed through his head.
  Finding number 70, he walked over and knocked softly on the gate.  Silence .... He knocked again.  That silence again ...
Plucking up courage, he quietly opened the gate: no one ... The yard is empty ...
 "Probably, in the house ... They don't hear, but there is no call ..." - Koyanbai thought and calmly entered, walking to the middle of the yard, looked back and called the owners ...
 "Ah, now they will open the door!" Koyanbai thought with joy and went even closer to the house. The house was high, solid, cleanly whitewashed with lime. Near the house there was a front garden with flowers, and next to it there was a donkey, with his back to him and his face to the street  He chewed the grass, eating these very pink flowers together with the clover growing next to him ...
   "How good!"  - Koyanbai rejoiced and shouted again at the top of his voice:
  - Master!  Is anybody here?
Again there was noise and fuss ...
Koyanbai turned around and ... saw a huge, hefty Alabai, the size of an adult, who can easily eat a person alive and not choke!
 - A-ah!  the unfortunate man cried in horror, banging the door with all his might.  Only now he saw a small, inconspicuous lock on the door!  Nobody's home!  In front of him there was only a locked house, behind - trying to eat, a hungry Alabai!
 - Mommy ... - unfortunate Koyanbai pulled off the cap from his head and began to chew it out of fear.  To say that he was terrified is to say nothing!  Alabai was getting closer and closer ...
  Koyanbai picked up a gnarled stick that was lying on the ground and began waving it:
 - Come on!  Let's go!  Away!
But this only angered the dog even more and he rushed at his victim, trying to tear him to shreds.
Throwing away the stick and thus distracting the dog for a short time, Koyanbai jumped on the donkey, but missed.  And the Alabai stood and seemed to be laughing ... On the second try, Koyan did not jump.  The donkey dodged aside, but quickly calmed down.  Alabai crept even closer to Koyan and was about to claw at the soft spot, like Koyan, feeling the evil breath behind him, in fear, in horror, yelling and cursing at what the light was standing, jumped on the donkey from the third time and, chasing him  , jumped out to freedom, outside the gate of the house.
Everything would be fine, but only sat on the donkey, then he backwards, to the laughter of the chickens and in such a funny way rode almost the entire street!
All the old people and children laughed at him, pointing their fingers!  You can't see this anywhere, except in the movies!
The owners of the house who arrived on time saved him from the angry dog.  They stopped a donkey scared to death at a gallop.
As it turned out later, they had not done any repairs yet and they had no wallpaper.  But on the other hand, they are selling the house together with the dog, this very Alabai, because in Almaty, in an apartment you cannot keep it, there is nowhere ...
 - Thank you ... - Koyanbai squeezed out of himself - Alabai is not necessary ..
 - Fool!  - cried the owner - Yes you are losing such a watchman!
  - Woof! - Alabai barked and nevertheless grabbed him by the butt.
 - Fu!  Drop it!  - commanded the owner, pulling the dog away- Fu!  I said!
Only in the evening, all exhausted and wounded, Koyanbai, in his clothes torn into pieces, came home.  He did not find any wallpaper.  When his wife asked where is the wallpaper, he just shrugged his shoulders and laid it out as it is ..
  As a result, the kitchen turned out to be brightly contrasting: half of it was bluish-white with brown stripes, and the opposite side was orange with pink-blue flowers ...
  These are the things ... And until the end of the repair, at least two weeks at least ... Because my wife took it into her head to change the tiles in the bathroom and she wants the blue tiles in small, white polka dots, French, but it's hard to get them ... And  The unfortunate and exhausted, wounded Koyanbai, or as his wife Koyanchik calls him affectionately, will again get her ...
 - Oh Alla!  Spare me!  - Koyanbai prayed, and in response thunder roared in the middle of the clear sky and a strong, incessant downpour poured ...


 © Copyright: Risa Karimbaeva, 2016
Certificate of publication No. 216070801106
Missing
Risa Karimbaeva
The signals of the passenger airliner flight No. 666 of the airline "N", which disappeared somewhere in the impenetrable forests of Siberia, were interrupted when the plane was at an altitude of more than 12 thousand meters and flew at a speed of over 900 kilometers per hour.  The plane made two dangerous abrupt maneuvers, after which the transponder - the radar transponder - stopped transmitting data.  There may be several reasons: starting with the fact that the pilot himself turned it off due to a malfunction and until the plane crashed.  Meanwhile, other press publications claimed that the wreckage of the missing plane was found and that they even saw a black box with their own eyes near the wreckage of the plane. The black box is a flight recorder that automatically records the last 25 hours of flight.  Others denied the former, referring to the notorious aliens who visited us too often ...

On that day, nothing foreshadowed the tragedy, it was an excellent sunny day and Maksut, who works for the airline, was going to work as usual.  After kissing his wife, he left the little one.  but a cozy bedroom and, yawning, went into the kitchen.  Singing one not intricate, funny song, brewing a cup of black, aromatic coffee for himself and draining it in one gulp.  The mood was excellent.

 - Maybe you won't go today.  and?  - his wife asked hugging from behind - You will say that you are ill .. Only today ... I have a premonition .. I am not calm in my soul ...

He turned to face her, smiling with all his 32 teeth, smacked her in the eyes and grabbed his jacket hanging on the chair and left.
His wife had no choice but to sigh heavily and take up her endless household chores, but today was not her day.  as everything fell out of hand, fell and shattered to smithereens.  Finally, tired of everything and herself too, she plopped down in a chair and turned on the TV.  Whichever channel you switch to - it's all bad.  depressing news: robbed, killed, mass protests.  rallies, repressions .. But the worst of all is the endless sticky, disgusting lie that we have become a better life and the average salary of a commoner is 140,000 tenge at very low prices, because, according to the TV show experts, buying everything you need in a month is quite enough, and 13,000  tenge ... “I would like to know where they shop ... I would go there ... At our prices, these 13,000 tenge will not be enough for a week, let alone for a month and even then, if we live only on bread and water.  .. "- instantly flashed through her head and she, displeased and angry at an obvious lie, switched the channel to Gakku - TV and relaxed ...

The airport lived its eternally boiling life, as if it were a different country, a different world, not similar to the earthly one.  Those who have flown at least once will never forget this, those who have at least once held the control will never trade it for anything else. Some are born to crawl and walk on the ground, while others ... others.  to fly!  Having sat down once in the pilot's seat and having felt the sweet taste of flight, Maksut would never go to work for another place, somewhere on the ground, in some firm, even as a simple clerk.  if he is offered a million!  Never!  The sky is everything!  Without it, there is no life!  Therefore, other perspectives are not even considered.  To give up the plane, the sky is all the same.  to clip the wings of an eagle.  He will die without the sky.  without freedom.  Such is he, a man - a bird!  My wife's request this morning elicited a grin.  Asking him to give up flying in such a stupid way is ridiculous and ridiculous ... Doesn't she know that?  Knows!  Oh, these women!  They need to keep them near their skirts!  And what can they not invent!  His head was spinning.  He was distracted from these thoughts by Oscar, a work colleague who still does not marry.  The guy is soon 35, and he doesn't even blow his mustache!

 - Great!  What's up?  Oscar asked.
- Norm!

 - Well, what are we going?  As it is sung first of all - planes!  - the cheerful Oscar smiled.

 - And you still will not marry?  Do you choose everything?  Oh, and you're lucky, Oscar!  - Maksut patted his friend on the shoulder and they walked on together, jokingly and laughing.

They announced boarding the plane and all the passengers went into the cabin.  A total of 66 people with the crew.

 - Good morning!  - the pretty stewardess greeted the passengers and they nodded their heads approvingly and smiled back.

A boy of about 20 years old, named Kairat, sat near the window and looked at the others, soon he got tired of it and he stared out the window.  The supermodern young man of the new generation, brought up on computer games, was frankly bored and did not like airplanes.  The flight was supposed to last only 3 hours and this did not calm him much.  A subconscious fear, which had arisen since childhood, made its way from the darkest corner of his soul, where he hid it, to his very heart so that one thought felt bad and there was nothing to breathe.  “But there’s nothing to do, you cannot do without an airplane and you have to get used to it somehow ..” - he said to himself, trying to calm down, and he himself did not believe in it.  The accursed childish fear painted in his mind the most terrible pictures of the crash and imminent death.  He shook his head, shaking all these negative thoughts out of her and tried to cheer up.

 - Tea?  Coffee?  The stewardess called out to him.

Kairat looked around and realized that they were already in the air for about an hour.

 "Wow .. I didn't even notice .." he smiled to himself, believing that everything would be fine.

 - Coffee with milk and without sugar.

 - One minute, please!  - the stewardess served a cup of fragrant drink and swam away like an angel.

Having sipped a couple of sips of his favorite drink, Kairat smiled at the new day and his victory over fear.

Staring out the window, he gazed at the mesmerizing, unearthly beauty that can only be here.  Beautiful, large and small clouds, similar to white fluffy cotton wool, completely covered the ground with a white carpet so tightly that you can safely walk along them and are not afraid that you will fall, falling through them.

The pink rays of the sun made their way through them, but did not scatter them, did not destroy this monolithic structure, but only gave a special flavor, a kind of wonderful fairy tale from children's books that mothers read to their children at night.  For a moment, Kairat saw an unfamiliar, beautiful rider who galloped past on her white horse.  He even made out her unusual, for the modern world, luxurious bride dress in a traditional saukele and a long, floor-length, golden silk dress.

She carried herself well in the saddle, was light and at ease and was so beautiful.  that Kairat was speechless.
- No ... did you see that?  - he turned to his neighbor a couple of minutes later, when he found himself speechless again.

 - AND ?  What?  - the old man tore his eyes from the newspaper and did not understand anything.

 - Beautiful, I say .. - replied Kairat, nodding at the clouds and deciding that the beauty he just saw.  He stared out the window again, and the old man went on reading his news.  and soon fell asleep altogether ...

 ... Somewhere over Siberia the weather sharply worsened. A solid, thick as sour cream, white fog enveloped everything around so that nothing could be seen.  Maksut requested an emergency landing over the town flying by below him, but they did not answer. The plane was still circling over the alternate airfield, intending to land, but without receiving the "go-ahead", at his own peril and risk, sharply raised the altitude and flew on.  It was like walking in the dark, feeling and stumbling and falling all the time. The plane shook, threw from one side to the other. Panic among the passengers was growing .. Everyone was screaming in horror, rushed at each other and did not want to listen to anyone  , as their stewardess did not try to calm them down.  The fear of death hung in the air.  Soon, after half an hour, the plane emerged from the air pit and out of the thick, eerie fog.  He flew easily and smoothly, like a car rides on a knurled highway as easily as on wings.  Everyone calmed down and even cheered up.  But then a strong one stood up.  the storm wind whirled the plane in its funnel like a small child's toy and "spit it out" in a completely different, opposite direction, into another time dimension .... Now no one was screaming, only the frozen horror in his eyes betrayed wild fear interspersed with a small spark  hopes to survive.

Some passenger, despite the protests of the flight attendant, made his way into the cockpit and quietly, barely audible, asked:

 - Where are we?

 - I don't know ... - Maksut also answered quietly.

 - I don't understand .... What's going on here?  - the passenger demanded an answer.

 - Comrade, please go to your place ... - asked the stewardess of an angry passenger, trying to take him out of the cockpit.

 - I demand an answer!  Immediately! ”He shouted, waving his arms.

 - Yes, wait you .. - another passenger intervened, imposingly approached him and already faced with inevitable death - Everyone here demands ... - he said and after a minute added - We are all finished.  We'll all die here !!  Cover us !!  Everything is over!  Clear?!

The first grabbed the second by the collar and pressed him to the wall:

 - Listen, you, smart guy ... I'm not going to die here ... Shut up ... And then I'll smear you on this wall, understand ?!  - he muttered through clenched teeth into his face and spat, tossing him aside like a rag baby doll - Ugh!

From all the events that had taken place, Kairat's heart suddenly began to fail and he could not breathe.  He turned blue all over and lost consciousness.  A neighbor sitting next to him quickly put an oxygen mask on his face and called the stewardess for help.  She came ...
Only everyone calmed down and it seemed that silence reigned again, like one bearded man, putting a knife from somewhere to the temple of a stewardess who was passing by him and seizing a prisoner, began to shout that he would kill her if his condition was not fulfilled right away.  of the passengers tried to pacify the rowdy, but he did not allow anyone to come near him, threatening him with violence.  Having thus reached the cockpit, he demanded to immediately vacate the pilot's seat.  An oppressive silence loomed .. Fearing for her life, the captive asked to make concessions to him .. Always so brave and not afraid to speak directly in her face, not afraid of anyone or anything, she suddenly quit, was frightened, cowardly, became soft and pliable in the hands of the enemy.  Her supposed courage vanished like morning mist.  Cold.  sticky sweat streamed down her back, horror froze in her eyes. Yielding to her persuasion and fearing more for someone else's life than for his own, the co-pilot got up and made room.

The self-satisfied brawler let go of the victim and, taking the pilot's place, began to randomly press various flashing buttons and levers.  And again she began to shake and throw the plane from one side to the other.  Having made a sharp turn 360 degrees to the right, the plane abruptly and rapidly fell down.  But the invader seemed to understand what he was doing.  There was only one thought in his head: to save himself and everyone else, albeit in such a far from gentlemanly way.

 - Now ... Now ... Where is she?  He muttered and pressed the last, most distant button.

Suddenly there was a sharp, deafening shot from nowhere and struck him on the spot.  Not even having time to "oyknut", the bearded man slid off the chair, and a bloody "hole" appeared on his head, from which black, thick blood oozed ... The side window was pierced.

A fascist plane of the Second World War era swept past.  The passengers clung to the windows and froze in surprise and horror.

Maksut got nervous:

 "Where did he come from and why didn't he swat like a fly right away?"  - flashed through his head like lightning

The enemy did not want to immediately kill his victim, but decided to stretch his pleasure, playing with it like a cat and a mouse.  He then let go of a passenger plane a decent distance, when there was a drop of hope for a miraculous salvation, then again suddenly opened his claws and then the victim was in his power and he could do anything he wanted with her, slowly but surely taking her life.  Maksut dodged as best he could. But what can a simple passenger plane against a combat plane?  Nothing.  He can't even defend himself.  all that remains is to run away and pray silently and sincerely, believing in salvation.  And the fascist enjoyed, cackled and fired like that, not even though, without even aiming, confident in his already pure victory .. Having knocked out the tail and wing of his victim, he looked with pleasure as a "bird," funny tumbling in the air, quickly rushed down  losing altitude.
Suddenly, a "red" appeared over the fascist like a large, black, thundercloud and painfully hit him on the nose, breaking through the gas tank.  It lit up with a strong flame like a New Year's candle and collapsed somewhere over the sea ...

Salvation came too late.  The passenger plane, having made one more, last, turn 90 degrees to the left, continued to rapidly lose altitude and, engulfed in flames, in fire and smoke, crashed somewhere over the forest ...

 ... The wreckage of the missing plane of flight number 666 of the long-suffering airline "N" was found a few days later in impenetrable forests, somewhere in Russia.  According to experts, the plane crashed due to technical problems ... The only passenger who miraculously survived, a certain Kairat, in his delirium kept repeating one strange, absurd expression that drove everyone into a dead end:

 - The Nazis .. We were shot down by the Nazis ...

However, it was not possible to find out the details from him.  He died in a hospital bed without regaining consciousness ...


 © Copyright: Raisa Karimbaeva, 2016
Certificate of publication No. 216052500771
Conquerors of the capital

Chapter 1. Family Council.
It is not possible to sell the apartment in any way ... Every week, for two years now, we post ads and in vain.  Nobody reads them.  One gets the impression that there are simply no people at all.  Streets, entire cities died out .. There is no one.  Everything is in the internet. No one sees, hears, speaks to no one and does not read anything at all .. Only dirt and debris is getting more and more every day.  In the opposite room, someone had already taken the slate from the roof.  Holes are gaping, and winter is on the nose.  Although the house is new, and the sewage system is "blooming" and "smelling" with might and main.  And so everywhere.
No, though.  They called yesterday.  They offered 25 thousand dollars.  But we refused.  What will you take on them?  You can't even buy a toilet in the capital with them.
Ah, the capital! Smeared with honey, beckons everyone to itself, heaven promises everyone.  And we go there too. What awaits us?  I don't even want to think about ... Sad thoughts spoil the whole buzz .. Actually, we would have stayed here too.  And the ghoul wondered, imagining how they would have lived here if ... If the last plant had not been closed, it brought 70% to the local budget.  It was a diesel locomotive repair plant.  Diesel locomotives from all over the country are repaired here.  And now .. There are no diesel locomotives roofing felts, then spare parts for them, or even plundered.  One of those.  But most likely, all three reasons why the plant became.  Thousands of workers were left unemployed and without a livelihood.  And then the dollar began to grow by leaps and bounds, and the tenge rapidly rushed down without stopping. Prices rose.  You look at them, admire them and pass by. Such a beautiful price of several zeros.  A lovely sight!
You cook yourself boring horns and choke because you don't feel like eating.  Rather, you don't want them, but something else, for example manty or something ... But this is from the realm of fantasy.
Then her brother called her:
 - So are you going or not?  That I got up in the middle of the road? Or I'll go myself. '' He was in a hurry and was nervous, as if everyone was just waiting for his announcement.  They don't sleep right at night ...
Gulya followed.
In the evening, at the family council, it was decided that the father and brothers go to the capital themselves, and the mother and Gulya are selling the apartment .. And when they sell, they also come to the capital.  We will rent an apartment as long as it is enough  And there it will be seen.
But the soul is somehow restless, not comfortable.  Gulya looked at her mother as if asking and, seeing the smile on her face, forgot her fears and nodded, they say she agreed.
Chapter 2 In the city.
 - And again you have a shortage! - sighed the owner of the shop "Lyazzat", having made an audit - How will you pay? - she asked, not looking up from the papers.
 - I .. I don’t know .. - Gulya answered in confusion and stared at the floor, like a first grader who skipped class.
 - You do not know?  - asked the hostess - last month you owed you a lump sum and this time too ..- she was so calm, which even more frightened the poor girl.
 - I didn't take anything.  I don't know where it all came from ... '' Gulya mumbled, hoping for something.
 “What did I take?” There were notes of discontent in the hostess’s voice, and it’s going to explode at this very minute.  She even tore herself away from the papers- What are you saying that I robbed myself?
 - No, but..
 - Well, you know .. That's exactly what you say!  I'll call the police.  Let them arrest you ..- she took a telephone set from the Soviet period and began frantically dialing a familiar number.
 - Wait!  Don't be so .. I didn't mean to say that, begged her confused Gulya, ready to cry, but her tears did not affect the hostess.  She was like a stone.
 - You won't pity me with tears! - she shouted - Either repay the debt or ..!  - did not finish what would happen, but it was clear from her voice.  that nothing good will definitely happen.  The hostess was furious, throwing thunder and lightning.
This whole conversation took place in front of a stranger who accidentally entered the store.
 - How much does she owe you?  - asked the stranger in a firm, decisive voice.
 - you don’t have enough money!  - answered with a grin the owner of the store, measuring her from head to toe.
 - How much does she owe you?  - the girl asked persistently, taking out a purse.
 - 50,000 ... Who are you at all? - the hostess, a fat and clumsy aunt, came in, in anticipation of a big catch.
Before her eyes, she opened a purse and pulled out a wad of banknotes.
 -Is that enough?  - the stranger threw them on the table, right in front of her aunt's nose.
The hostess, hands trembling with excitement and greed, counted them and quickly hid them in a deep pocket of a non-voluminous dressing gown, muttering something like "Quite."  The stranger went to the exit.  and the ghoul finally recovered from what she had seen hurried after her.
Already on the street she caught up with her and, stuttering with excitement, whispered barely audibly:
 - Thank.
- It's my pleasure!  - she heard in response.
 - There is a reason! You.  probably they gave all their salary!  - Gulya answered excitedly. - I will return everything to you! Every penny!  What is your name?
 - Bayan. - the girl stopped and, turning to face her, stretched out her hand - Let's get acquainted!
 - Gulya - Gulya introduced herself, shaking her hand - I'm new here.  I do not get it.  It seems that she did not take anything, she gave the proceeds to a penny.  Here, honestly!  And all the same it should. '' Her large eyes became round from misunderstanding and indignation and filled with tears.
 - I know. - Bayan smiled and added good-naturedly - Well.  see you?  Until!  - Bayan got into a taxi that arrived
 - So far .. - Gulya repeated barely audibly and shouted that there was strength in one breath to the savior who was already driving off in the car:
 - Thank!!
This is how miracles appear out of nowhere.  Still not believing in a miracle, the ghoul went along the usual route.  Legs themselves did not move, and thoughts were there with Bayan, with an amazing person who could easily part with his monthly salary, helping another, complete stranger.
A new surprise awaited her at home.
The apartment they rented was pledged by the bank and the creditors demanded to pay the debt immediately. The owner of the apartment urgently demanded payment immediately for six months in advance!  Understanding everything and completely not understanding anything, the Guli family parted with all their savings in an instant, and this is the money from the sale of the apartment in which they lived before, and some savings.  All.!
 - Well, at least half a year we will live in peace .. - Dad smiled and everyone nodded.
Guli's heart again felt that something was wrong and began to pound so that it was ready to break out of the cage like a bird, in fear for the future.  And again, mother's kind smile calmed her down and all fears vanished.  The world became bright and beautiful again as in childhood.
In a big city they had already lived in an apartment for three months, the money was melting before our eyes.  No matter how they tried to save money, there was still not enough money.  And in the depths of his soul, no, no, he regretted that he had arrived here after ghostly dreams, but did not show it and, moreover, did not speak out loud.
In the morning they all went about their business.  Left alone, Guli's mother was cleaning the apartment as the drunken son of the owner burst into the doorway, a kind of big man and loafing.  In a drunken stupor, not knowing anything and where to be, he demanded a drink, and not getting taken for fists.  After playing enough, beating him until he lost his pulse, but never getting what he wanted, he finally left. Then, having calmed down, he returned, quietly walked into the kitchen and, as if nothing had happened, fell asleep in a sound sleep with the baby, curled up and put his hands  head. She doesn't even know how much time has passed since then.  Maybe an hour, maybe two.  My whole body ached and ached, my head was spinning.
Covered in blood and bruises with a knocked out tooth, she sat and cried, trying to wipe the blood off the floor.  For this occupation, her son and husband, who returned home from work earlier than usual, found her.  They worked at a construction site and returned home after dark, but there was no work for them today and were sent home.  It meant.  that for today they do not owe anything.  Therefore, they did not like this state of affairs.  if you say that they were shocked by what they saw, as soon as they crossed the threshold of the apartment, it means to say nothing.  They didn't expect it at all.  They consoled her as best they could and asked her about what had happened. Crying, confused, she said that she had been beaten by the owner's son.
Hearing this, Guli's father clenched his fists, but restrained himself.  But Aikyn did not restrain himself and pounced on the offender with his fists.  He was still asleep, smacking his lips in his sleep.
Aykyn stirred him up.  And when he woke up, he immediately received a strong blow to the jaw, then another and another.
 “If you touch your mother again, I will kill you!  - Aikyn hissed through clenched teeth - I will kill !!!
In an instant, the sober drunk jumped up and in what he was rushed out of the house in fear for his miserable and worthless life.
 - It was not necessary .. - only managed to say my mother - Feels my heart, not good.
 - No, it was necessary!  You have to explain to someone what is good and what is bad.  Now it will definitely not offend you.  - he hugged his mother and kissed her on the cheek.
Chapter 3. Accident.
Guli's mom was looking for a job on an ad in a newspaper.  I searched for a long time and now I found it.  A housekeeper was needed for one Turkish family. She called and made an appointment. The father and brothers also left, and the ghoul hurried to the store. I don’t want to go there, but we must. The Lazzat store is a small supermarket full of all kinds of food. This is at first glance  everything is fresh there, but in fact .... The hostess forces the sellers to wipe the moldy sausages with a rag, the expiration date of which has long expired.  A thick layer of green and white mold covered the entire stick of sausage and flies have long chosen it.  They circled around and hummed, sat on it and scratched their dirty paws.  fat white rats and gray mice were spinning somewhere nearby, making corresponding rustles.  They were so insolent that they were not afraid of either people or cats, no matter how many they were brought.  On the contrary, the cats strove to get away from here as soon as possible and the stick of sausage did not tempt them.  But the people ... People stayed because they had nowhere to go ... All this action took place in the back room, and in the store everything was decorous and beautiful. The goods were beautiful in appearance and the price was beautiful.  All the rank is rank!
The Sanitary and Epidemiological Station did not come here, and if it came with a check, then a fine would amount to a decent amount.  luckily for the hostess everything went well, like clockwork.
All day today, the hostess somehow mysteriously smiles and spins like a bee around Guli singing in a sweet voice:
 - Gulichka, Gulichka!  - the owner of the store chirped, trying to please - You yourself understand - she made excuses - Everything needs a bill. And so I'm kind and won't hurt a fly.  - She smiled sweetly with her golden mouth.  And so the day passed.
Mom was also hired.  The usual things: look after the child, wash, cook.  wipe the floors.  Everything is as usual, only money is being paid for it now.  So everything went very well.  It is so good that at the next family council it was even suggested that they collect money to buy their kopeck piece. Of course, they did not need a two-room apartment, but a bigger and more spacious apartment, but they can only pull for a two-room apartment, but this is very good for them now  !  In the meantime, Aikyn suggested going to the mountains for a picnic for the weekend.  to be in Almaty and not see the mountains!  It is something.
No sooner said than done!  Satisfied and happy, they sat in the old "tune" and drove to the mountains. On the way, they hounded jokes and laughed.  It was a sunny morning and the day foreshadowed only joy and fun.  Time flew quickly. The road was so-so: it was clean and smooth, then pits and potholes, then again flat, sealed with "cow cakes" ...  cool "Nissan" into the oncoming lane.  Trying to avoid an accident, the driver who was driving an old "fret" sharply turned the steering wheel to the right, trying to go around it, but too late.  The car flew into a ditch, crashing into a lonely tree on the side of the road.  Shards of broken glass and pools of blood were everywhere.  All died, and one person was taken to the hospital.
Gulya woke up in a hospital ward, all in bandages, not feeling her legs.  It seemed they were not there at all, and this frightened her in earnest.  Her first thought was "mom."  She looked around without understanding anything, it still seemed to her that she was in the car and that they would cut into the one going to the meeting, which came from somewhere, like a fancy Nissan that had grown out of the ground.  In horror, she screamed that there was strength, but no one heard her voice, because instead of a cry there was a quiet whisper and no matter how she tried to scream again and again, nothing came of it. In complete powerlessness, she fell on the pillow and closed her eyes.  Tears flowed.
At that moment the doctor entered the ward.
 - How are you feeling?  No headache?  Can you see me?  Can you speak? ”He asked, sitting down next to him on a chair.
Gulya tried to get up, but her body ached with pain as if she had been passed through a meat grinder, all her bones were broken.  She wept in complete helplessness and fear took possession of her completely.
 - Nothing, nothing will heal before the wedding!  - the doctor encouraged her - Can you speak?
 - Mom ... What about your family?  - she whispered that there are forces - They are alive, right?  - still hoping that all this is a joke, just a joke, a stupid, ridiculous joke and now everyone will come and laugh as if nothing had happened.  But the stern look of the doctor made her understand that everything that happens is the most real reality.
 - They died ... Yes?  - Say something .. - she begged in a quiet, barely audible voice.
The doctor took off his glasses and rubbed the glass.  It was difficult for him to talk about this topic with patients.  I wanted to say, they say, yes, everyone is alive and well, and this is such a joke, but it was not at all so and he could only sigh heavily, understanding all the bitterness of loss and taking someone else's pain to heart.  And Gulya understood everything.  She sobbed and wanted to scream from the pain that was tearing her apart, but this rough, barely audible, dull whisper came out of her throat again and nothing more.
The doctor came out ...
A month has passed.  Day after day she got better and better.  She could walk, talk and even sing, singing her favorite songs.  which she had known since childhood.  Nothing seemed to remind her of the grief and she herself forgot about it, but this is not so.  external joy hid a huge, unearthly pain of loss and disappointment in life.  But still, there was a ray of hope for happiness in her soul.  After spending a few more days in the hospital, she was finally discharged and she returned home, where everything reminded her of people close to her heart.  All things were in their places and it seemed that now, at this very minute, dad or brother would enter the room, or mom would sit on the edge of the bed, smile and all fears would disappear in a moment, the sun would shine again and the world would become bright and beautiful.  But the apartment was empty and cold, here and there lay in layers of dust that had accumulated during the entire absence.  I had to live on.  Pull yourself together and live.  In her head, over and over again, the moment that carried away her loved ones was scrolled, again and again she saw that accident that happened recently.  She well remembered the number of the car and decided that the culprit should be responsible for his actions.
She filed a statement with the police, where she asked to put the perpetrator of the accident behind bars. She wrote that she saw the license plate and remembered it well.  They promised to sort things out. Some time passed, but the matter did not move a single step.  As if hung in the air.  Then it turned out that the number of the car, which she remembered, belonged to a major official.  And the official's son was driving at that moment.  That is why the case was crumpled up and quickly closed without notifying her.
It was Monday.  Autumn in full came into its own.  It was raining more and more often.  Everything went on as usual.  She still worked in the store as a salesman and had already begun to forget everything that happened to her, fully hoping for God.  Once, in a nearby stall, Gulya bought a fresh issue of a local newspaper and on the front page was full of a note about the last trial, which acquitted the culprit and made everything appear as if it was the driver of the "frets", that is, her father was drunk behind the wheel as a lord and  coped with the control of the car.  She was even more shocked that the trial was held without her participation, that she did not even know about it.  All these lies pissed her off.  She understood.  that the correspondent only wrote what happened, but was not at all to blame for the deed.  the other was to blame and she knew who.  Full of rage and ready to prove the real truth, she went to court and filed an appeal.  The case took a new turn.
On her Facebook page, she wrote about the accident and the trial with all the details, and also posted photos.  This caused a great resonance among readers.  They split into two groups.  The first group defended her, and the second was on the side of the culprit.  and there were also those who offered to just take and forget everything and not dig further.  Mol.  it will be worse for itself.  For some reason, these very advice did not go out of her head.  I was not afraid yet and met with the same correspondent who wrote about the trial, and gave a new interview, where she talked about what really happened.  There was a stir.  everyone just talked about the accident and about the son of a senior official involved in it.  Correspondents kept watch and asked her to explain everything over and over again.  They also kept watch on the official himself and also asked for an interview.  He clearly didn't like it.  All this hype could have a great impact on his career and he could lose his post, a warm, satisfying chair.  And he decided to do something to cleanse himself of all this dirt.
On this day, Gulya stayed at work longer than usual.  It was already dark, the stars in the sky were shining with might and main, rare passers-by scurried here and there.  She went to her porch.  Someone unscrewed the light bulb again and it was so dark that the eyes were gouged out, nothing could be seen.  Only the dim light of the moon somehow illuminated him.  She stepped across the threshold and nearly fell when she tried to climb the steps of the stairs. When she was already completely deeper into the darkness, she felt a sharp, painful blow to the top of her head, then another to her side, then another and another. Warm, sticky blood flooded her eyes and  she could see nothing at all.  Her whole body ached with pain and again she tried to scream and call for help, as a wave of new blows rained down on her like hail, broke her body and she fell, lifeless, somewhere near the stairs.  She heard someone breathing and knew for sure.  that he is not alone here.  Before losing consciousness, she heard the last phrase, which completely clarified everything.
 - Take the application!  - he muttered through clenched teeth and kicked her with all the strength. Then he bent down and she again felt his breath and the smell of stinking cheap tobacco.  Grabbing her by the hair, he dragged her most of the stairs.  All the while repeating the same "I will kill!", He "treated" her with a couple more kicks and cuffs.  Having played enough, he left her to die in the corner and fled the scene.
After some time, Aunt Valya, Guli's neighbor at the entrance.  went down.  Downstairs on the first floor of the house, but on the other side there was a 24-hour pharmacy.  The goods were handed out through the window, but still the pharmacy was working.  Aunt Val was about to go there and had already gone down to the first floor, shining a flashlight in front of her.
Seeing a ghoul covered in blood, lying on the concrete floor in the entrance and unconscious.  She raised a scream and noise than finally woke up all the neighbors.  They left their apartments, demanding to stop the noise, but when they saw this, they immediately fell silent and sympathized.  Aunt Valya called the police, and someone called an ambulance.  the ghoul began to recover.
- So .. - began the district police officer who arrived at the scene - you claim that citizen A.G. was attacked at her entrance on November 5, 2015 at 1 am.  - said the district police officer, writing something down in a notebook - Did I understand you correctly?
 - Yes .. - gave out aunt val.
 - Tell us how it was?
 - I am a witness - my aunt started her story - I leave my apartment .. I live here on the fifth floor .. I leave my apartment, I need to go to the pharmacy .. we have it down here, only the entrance is on the other side  ...  I buy heart pills for my husband ... I go out ... And here Gulya is lying, she rents an apartment on the second floor.  All in blood lies .. Well, I am ... Right to you ...
 - You did the right thing - after carefully listening to her story, the investigator said - Did you see who did it?  Maybe there are some hints ... Who do you think could have done this?
 - Yes, someone who .. Hooligans, of course!  I told everyone for a long time that it is necessary to make a coded silence on the doors.  otherwise all sorts of people go around here ... They get drunk, get stoned and don't understand anything ...
 - How are you feeling?  - he turned to Gulya - Can you speak?
 - Listen, boss .. - one of the neighbors turned to the district police officer, who ran out to cry for help and had already observed everything for a long time - Yes, she needs to see a doctor.  to the hospital ... She will give up the ends and look .. - he said, bending over Gulya.
Then an ambulance soon drove up and took her away, putting her on a stretcher.
The doctor noted multiple bruises and bruises, as well as a fracture of the clavicle and a head injury.
Chapter 4

In the investigator's office.

 `` Listen, we need to find witnesses to that accident. There must be at least something.  It cannot be that no one has heard or seen anything, said the first investigator.

 - But that's exactly how it is ... - shrugged the other.

 - Raise everything again!  - did not calm down the first - Check each bush.  Maybe you missed something ....

 - Yes, as much as possible .... - reluctantly answered the second - Two hundred times checked.  everything is clean ... nothing ...

 - By the way, and there is no run-down cafe or gas station .. - suddenly it dawned on the first investigator - Usually on such roads they are always available ..

 - Now I'll check ..- the second took the card and unfolded it on the table.  Leading his finger along the indicated route, he suddenly noticed a point inconspicuous at first glance and gasped - Found it!  - he exclaimed, rejoicing - This is a cafe "Rainbow", but it has long been closed.  It seems two or three months since it was closed ...
- The time coincides .. - said the first thoughtfully - Check the presence of an outdoor surveillance video camera.  Usually in such places they are available ... Fashion, you know ... And bring everything here ...

 “It will be done!” The second rapped out and left the office.

Then a fat, clumsy lump burst into the office and collapsed on a chair facing the table.

 - I am listening to you .. - without distracting from the papers, said the investigator.

 - Let's be honest .. - began immediately came - How much do you want to hush up the case?  - He crossed his legs and leaned back in the chair, not ceasing to chew gum.

 - Not understood!  - the investigator was stunned - Are you offering me a bribe?

 - Well, why just a bribe! - the goof was offended and even stopped chewing - Let's just say - a gift!  You won't work for a year, you will have a rest with your family, you will go to the Canary Islands, eh?

 - And that investigator was sent to Kaeara in the same way, right?  - the investigator guessed why they closed the case, which the investigator led before him and where he so quickly disappeared.

Well !! - shook, smiling smugly goofy and added - Everyone wants to live ..

 - Well, get out of here! - shouted the investigator and, getting up, dragged him into the corridor - And so that your feet were not here!  You understand me enticing!  - he shouted after the fleeing guy.
- The time coincides .. - said the first thoughtfully - Check the presence of an outdoor surveillance video camera.  Usually in such places they are available ... Fashion, you know ... And bring everything here ...

 “It will be done!” The second rapped out and left the office.

Then a fat, clumsy lump burst into the office and collapsed on a chair facing the table.

 - I am listening to you .. - without distracting from the papers, said the investigator.

 - Let's be honest .. - began immediately came - How much do you want to hush up the case?  - He crossed his legs and leaned back in the chair, not ceasing to chew gum.

 - Not understood!  - the investigator was stunned - Are you offering me a bribe?

 - Well, why just a bribe! - the goof was offended and even stopped chewing - Let's just say - a gift!  You won't work for a year, you will have a rest with your family, you will go to the Canary Islands, eh?

 - And that investigator was sent to Kaeara in the same way, right?  - the investigator guessed why they closed the case, which the investigator led before him and where he so quickly disappeared.

Well !! - shook, smiling smugly goofy and added - Everyone wants to live ..

 - Well, get out of here! - shouted the investigator and, getting up, dragged him into the corridor - And so that your feet were not here!  You understand me enticing!  - he shouted after the fleeing guy.
 - Hmm .. to the Canary Islands says you will go .. Yes, I told him ..- he clenched his fists and .. laughed.

  In the evening, my partner called and said that he had found everything and that in five minutes he would be here ...

The next day the general summoned him and demanded an explanation.

 - How are you doing there?  Moving forward, no?  - he asked the senior investigator and added - they called me here from Astana, they say close the case, and I tell them that they found evidence and the case cannot be closed.  Is there anything?  And how is the victim?  Readings can give?

 - Yes ... - the senior investigator began - We found the video.  There you can see in black and white how the Nissan is rushing at high speed and it is he who is to blame for the accident ... - and he put the disc on the table.

 - Did you take the testimony of witnesses and the victim?  - asked the general about the incident at the entrance.

 - And this is also there - said the second investigator and put the plump folder on the table - Everything is as it should be, both the conclusions of doctors and witnesses, and the testimony of the victim herself ...

 - Very good .. - muttered the general, delving into the plump folder - Good!
Chapter 5.

  Court.

 - You claim that you have proof of the guilt of citizen DK, the driver of the Nissan.  I ask you to present them to the court.

 - Yes, Your Honor!  - the investigator put the disc on the table in front of the judge.

 - Please turn on the recording - the judge turned to the secretary and he followed the order.

The following appeared on the monitor screen.

  The old "Lada" was driving along the highway and suddenly a Nissan appeared from around the corner.  "Nisan" goes to the meeting without slowing down, at the red light of the traffic light .. "Lada" is trying to prevent an accident and abruptly pulls off the road, cutting into a tree at full speed.  A noise is heard and you can see how badly the car is twisted.  "Nisan" as if nothing had happened rushes on like a meteor.  The license plate is also clearly visible ...

Further, the court was presented with other evidence confirming the guilt of the official's son, who was driving a Nissan car.  But the crash record was the main piece of evidence presented to the court.

  The case was won.  The culprit of the accident was imprisoned for a long time.

Gulya sighed with relief.  The enormous weight that was pressing on her shoulders subsided.  She felt an unprecedented lightness and wanted to fly.

She called Bayan and they agreed to meet in a cafe.

 - What will you do now?  Bayan asked Gulya.

 - I don’t know ... I will do whatever I like .. - answered Gulya carefree.

 -For example ..- Bayan did not calm down.

 - First, I will order pizza .. - and she smiled.  The sun shone directly into her eyes and she closed her eyes, which made her look even more like a child.

 - And then...
- I myself want to know.  what will happen next ... '' and she smiled again ...

The waiter came and Gulya ordered pizza and something else.  She treated her today.

The pizza arrived in a couple of minutes.  Delicious.  fragrant.  seductive, she attracted to her, beckoned and melted in her mouth.

 - Listen, let's go to Paris!  - suggested for the wrong reason Gulya.

 - Wow!  Where did you go !!  - was overwhelmed by what she heard Bayan - Do you think there is enough money?

 - Come on ... don't think about them !!  - reassured Gulya, as if she was a real millionaire - I have some savings, enough for a ticket

 - Enough ... - Bayan repeated to herself and asked a new question - Where will we live?

 - And where will it be ... - Gulya answered, soaring in the clouds. - On the seashore in a tent suits ..?

 - Or on a park bench .. - continued Bayan to herself.

 - Romance!  Paris!!  The dream of all girls!  Just imagine!  You and him !!  You are spinning in a waltz. !!  - Gulya dreamed, still hovering in the clouds.

 “Who is he?” Bayan did not understand and looked her straight in the eyes.
- Someone?  Prince!!  - she said it a little louder than usual and respectable man.  sitting at the next table, asked them to calm down.

 “Boo-boo-boo !!” Gulya mimicked him and laughed.

 - Fool ..- smiled Bayan. And added - Paris is so Paris!

 “Hurray!” Gulya shouted even louder and spun.

 - Girls.  quieter !! - asked the same man.

 - Forgive me, please! - Bayan apologized - We are already leaving!  - she took her friend by the hand and they went out together singing something funny and fashionable that season.

 - Listen, Gulya, but what about the university, work ... - Bayan tried to reason with her.

 - It's so boring ... - pouted Gulya's lips - Everything is like people, everything is according to plan ... And I want to be happy now!  I want to live today, not later ... I want to enjoy life, do whatever I like!  And then you work, work, and then bam and old age!  And she did not live at all ... - and she was ready to cry, imagining how old and sick she was ...

 - All right !!  - the button accordion surrendered- Paris, so Paris !!!  - she took a full chest of air and took a step towards meeting her dream.

 - I adore you!!  - Gulya hugged her --- Hurray !!!  We are flying to Paris! ”She exulted and jumped with happiness like a child, clapping her hands.  And who will say.  what is she twenty?

  Having bought all the shops, they flew to Paris the next morning!





Karimbayevа Raice author
© Copyright: Risa Karimbaeva, 2015
Certificate of publication No. 215110500887
Magic world

Magic world.
Chapter 1
A silvery cloud sailed slowly across the blue sky.  It seemed to be looking down on people scurrying here and there in the endless bustle of people.  People seemed small and tiny like ants.  This "anthill" never stopped and even at night there were deafening sounds, echoes of empty, but now famous songs from a nightclub that stood right under a cloud in the only park in the city.  It was July heat, about forty degrees and everything was hiding from the scorching sun in a cool, saving shadow.  only children, who do not care what the weather is like, pulled their moms and dads and asked to buy either ice cream at the kiosk or pay for a ticket to the batud.  Those were reluctant to go and if they were allowed funds bought their children, which made them very happy.  Childish, joyful squeals and laughter could be heard all over the neighborhood, and even a silvery cloud, which at such hours usually dozed off, lying on its side, woke up, pulled itself up, arching its back like a cat, looked around stupidly around and again turned and settled down more comfortably on a branch of a huge elm,  propping up the sky, and sweetly yawning serenely fell asleep in three minutes ...
A light, summer, hot breeze frolicked as it could, tearing off panamas and hats from the head and raising such dust that it stood in a pillar, like white, spilled milk, through which nothing could be seen but three eyes.  The sand even got into the mouth, grinding unpleasantly between the teeth.  The man scolded and spat, trying to get out of sight as soon as possible, hiding in cars or in houses, which further provoked the restless wind.  It seemed that he was just waiting for this, waiting for his victim because of the turn.  And now this restless wind has risen ...
The silvery cloud suddenly turned into light white feathers, but it still held onto its own, such a familiar and comfortable branch of a shady, shaggy tree that grew right next to the wall of the Pilot nightclub. The building of the nightclub is old, but renovated and more or less responsible  the canons of fashion, the only entertainment for young people. Once it bore the proud name - House of Culture - and was the center of the boiling life of an early promising town. But ...
The town was slowly and surely dying.  Young people left here, seeing no further prospects for their career growth in neighboring, more fortunate, with deafening motorway noise and sky-high housing prices in the city, only four hours away. Old people and those who were not so lucky in life remained.  ..
Sometimes the swallows of the great show business flew into the town, reviving the dead life with at least some variety.  The viewer here is generous, not spoiled, so everyone who is not lazy comes, everyone who knows how to open their mouths, uttering disgusting screams, beautifully called singing. They quickly collected their "cabbage" and in a hurry left, taking their feet, while the sleepy spectator was still  I didn't understand what's what ... The circus came even less often or with about the same frequency.  But unlike the first ones, I stayed here for a whole week to the delight of the kids.
A little girl walked alone through the half-empty park. Looking at the abandoned carousels behind the fence under a large and weighty castle, she tried to get there through the cracks, but in vain.  The head didn't even stick in.  She just waved her hands to someone and walked away sadly.  Aunties with their children sat on wooden, painted benches.  The aunts talked to each other, discussing endless problems and gossip, but the children ... Left to themselves, they felt freedom and the sweetness of life .. They ran through the park screaming and screaming with joy, playing some kind of game they knew only.
The little girl wanted to join them and even went up to them, but they shouted menacingly and she walked away, again being left completely alone, alone with herself ..
Near the fountain, though there is now no water, behind the fence there was a fairytale castle town, painted in bright rainbow colors.  The controller was not there, the gate was open. The girl stood a little at the very entrance and hesitating, slowly, secretly took a step, then another, and without knowing it, she was inside the castle.  Inside, he was even more beautiful, more wonderful.  The soft walls yielded to her hands like pillows.  She jumped and flew high into the sky, so high that she closed her eyes in fear and surprise, then rolled down the hill and was about to climb back, but someone's tenacious and strong hand stopped her.
 - Whose are you?  - asked the aunt- Come here!
The girl sighed and obediently followed her.  There is nothing to do .. We'll have to go ... "How I want to become an adult as soon as possible! - she thought - And do whatever you want!" - she sweetly imagined who she would become when she grew up.  How will she wear a white robe like this fat aunt and ride on the merry-go-rounds as much as she wants or have ice cream!  Then she tried to remember the last time she ate a sweet treat.  She wrinkled her forehead trying to remember, but without remembering, she decided that a very long time ago and was even more saddened ... "We must quickly become an adult!" She decided, but she still did not know how to become an adult ...
 - You shouldn't be so ..- said one aunt to another, the same one in a white coat, the child is still ..
 - The child, you say - indignantly pounced on that- And who will pay for it?  You?
The first aunt, who was not wearing a white robe, introduced how much it would cost her and fell silent.
 “They won't even give me bread in the store for free!” She continued in a white coat, in a hurry, closing the gates of the children's town to the lock. “And you, for free! Hmm!” She grunted, confident that she was right.
 - I'll give it to you!  - Suddenly answered the ice cream maker - From one ice cream nothing will.  I will not become poor! ”Her curly, blond hair stood out from under her kerchief.  She leaned even more out of her window and was about to call the girl, but she disappeared even a trace ...
-Where is she?  - worried ice cream maker
 -Just here I was ..- answered the fat usher of the children's town .- Where did you go?  Well, okay ... Then you give it .. It will be more whole ...
 ... The legs themselves led the little girl to that secluded corner of the park, in which there was a dilapidated building.  It has always been the same as she can remember.  fragments of a broken bottle, scraps of newspapers, broken, as if from biting bricks, and some other debris were scattered inside and near him.  He seemed to be drowning in it.  Not far from him stood the same old, rotten, in places and completely broken bench, which creaked funny when you sit down or get up ...
The girl was sitting on a bench thinking about something, when a fairy-tale wizard in a bright striped suit and with a funny heel-nose appeared before her eyes.  He also had a cap.
 “Hello, little princess!” The wizard greeted.  And the girl knew for sure that all the clowns are wizards.
 - Hello !  How do you know that I am a princess? ”The girl asked in surprise.
 - ABOUT!  I know everything! - the good magician smiled. - Do you want a ball?  - and he held out a bright, balloon.
 “Is it magical?” The girl asked, firmly holding the thread for which the ball was tied.
 - - Of course, the clown smiled again and with a wave of his cap disappeared as strange and amazing as it appeared.
The girl held the ball by the string and examined it.  She smiled at the sun and was so happy.  She has a ball!  It's so cool!  But then the wind rose and the ball flew high into the sky, taking the little girl with it ...
- A-a-a-a! - the girl cried out of fright and surprise, but no one heard her anymore ...
The girl clung tightly to the thread and was afraid to move, and she flew across the sky with her eyes closed from fear and surprise.  And when I decided to open my eyes, I saw the city below me.  There are trees, a park .. It has become tiny as a matchbox.  And over there ... She saw colored roofs ...
 - I'm flying !! - she shouted in delight- Oo-Oo-Oo-oo !!!
And the echo happily picked her up:
 - Ooh !!!

Chapter 2

How long the little girl flew in a balloon is not clear.  At one time, the ball seemed to hover in the air in one place and did not move anywhere at all, except to pull it by the rope.  Her arms were already aching and she herself was very tired, but she was afraid to let go of the ball.  the ball slowly and surely swam to the gray-east, along a busy highway, then hovered the steppe, standing for a while, as if waiting for a favorable wind, it barely swam.  ..
- Look! Look!  A girl on a ball! ”Shouted people below, crowding right under her.

 - Oh oh oh!  No matter how it crashed!  - the compassionate aunt in a red scarf gasped.

 - And that's true .. - thought the bearded man - Will break ... - and scratching the back of his head, shouted that there is strength - Hey, there on board!  Ugh, on the ball!  Jump before you crash !!  We'll catch!  Don't be afraid !!!! - As soon as he shouted, people unrolled a wide, colored blanket that had taken from somewhere and firmly grabbed its edges, forming a circle.

The girl looked down, drooping her blond head and her head was very dizzy, dizzy so that it went dark before her eyes and white midges appeared.

 "No! -She shook her head, I'm afraid ...." - and even tighter grabbed the thin thread, trying to climb higher.  Then a fair wind blew and carried the ball away so quickly that all the outlines merged into a water-green-blue spot ...

Night was already approaching, and the balloon kept flying and flying in a direction known only to him.  Bright and not very small stars covered the whole sky.  The yellow moon rose over the horizon and hung.

Gradually, the last heals of the sun went out and darkness covered the earth and sky.  Only small light bulbs, stars blinking here and there.  Sleep drove the girl, but she tried not to sleep with all her might, but still fell asleep, then woke up abruptly.  When she woke up, she found she was still flying, no one knows where, no one knows where, and her mother was not around.  she dreamed about her mother and delicious baursaks, which she bakes on Fridays.  She felt the taste and aroma of hot, scalding, sweet baursaklv ... But this is just a dream .. And she began to cry.
“Why are you crying, little girl?” Asked the yellow moon and smiled, as only a mother can smile.

 - I'm afraid ..- the little girl answered quietly- .. And I want to eat ..- she whimpered loudly and hot streams of tears flowed down her cheeks.

 - Do not be afraid, little girl - the Yellow Moon smiled in response and, picking up the girl, put her on a golden chariot.

 - She will take you to your mother - said the kind, yellow moon - Farewell!  And do not be afraid! - I am yellow moon waving after the retreating chariot.

 - To mom! - the girl was delighted - Hurray!  To Mom!!



 - Where are you?  - asked mom when the little girl entered the house. - I was looking for you everywhere, but you are not!  Wash your hands and eat quickly!

And at night I again dreamed about the kind, yellow moon.  She smiled and handed her a small, magic box.

 - Here you go.  This is for you, brave little girl.

The girl opened the box and saw ordinary watercolor paints.

 - They are magical! - added the good Moon - These are the colors of life!  Whichever one you take, any one will give you, oh, what you want: health, kindness, love, or simply fulfill any of your wishes. Now, what would you like now? ”The Yellow Moon suddenly asked.
Then the girl remembered about ice cream, that she would have long wanted to feast on and even licked her dry lips, in anticipation, as if she was eating ice cream.

Ice cream !! - the little girl squealed with joy. I want ice cream!

The good moon took a thin brush and dipped it in paint painted a delicacy.

 _ Can you eat it?  The little girl asked hesitantly, fearing that the magic would disappear.

 “Of course!” Luna smiled and held out a real ice cream.  The most real!

 - Wow!!  - the little girl was surprised and thanked the kind Luna as her mother taught her - Thank you very much!

The moon smiled:

 -Just be careful not to fall into the wrong hands!  Now all the colors of life are in your hands, brave, little girl!  Take care of them!  = she said at last and disappeared so unexpectedly, because the little girl still wanted to ask something, but did not have time ..

 “Bad hands,” the little girl repeated to herself, “What are these?  Not washed? "  But there was no one to ask ...

 - "Bad hands" "- she woke up early in the morning, repeating constantly so as not to forget these incomprehensible words.

What are these bad hands?  Not washed, right?
Chapter 3

In the kindergarten, where the little girl went every day, there was a real commotion.  Alina, that is the name of the little girl, took with her paints and a thin brush.  The children surrounded her in a tight circle and everyone wanted to touch them.  Each held one paint in his hand, twirling it, examining it in the sun and trying to find magic and unusualness.  But the paint was like an ordinary watercolor and was no different from it.  She did not even sparkle, did not shine like all magical things.  The children looked at Alina in bewilderment, then gave it to her and silently dispersed in disappointment.  Finally, Sashka broke down and declared to Alina loudly so that everyone could hear:

 - She is not magic - he said, giving her the paint - And the real one!  You were deceived!  -and he laughed so contagiously that everyone else also smiled and twiddled his finger at his temple, they say, you are a real fool.

Alina took the paint and cried.  She knew for sure that they were magical.  Why doesn't anyone believe her?  Tears streamed down my cheeks in thin streams.  She stood all alone, huddled in a corner and firmly held in her hand a blue watercolor paint ..

 "They are magical .. - sniffled Alina - Magic ..."
It became boring again .. There is nothing to talk about, all the games have been replayed, and the teacher is sleeping peacefully on the sofa.  The children tried not to make noise.  so as not to wake her up. So they sat, each in his own corner ...

The silence was broken by a fat boy named Armand.  He pulled his cell phone out of his deep blue pants and showed the guys:

 - And yesterday dad bought me a new hundred square meters !! - Armand boasted, pleased with himself - Look! - and he handed a new, shining hundred square meters to the children.  Everyone revived again and sounded like a flock of sparrows ..

 - Wow, what! - they shouted joyfully- So beautiful !!  You are lucky !!! - and weaving went from hand to hand, shining like a mirror in the sun.  They pressed her tiny buttons and she squealed happily, then she laughed, then she hummed something ...

 “Is there an Internet?” Asked Sashka, who was the most enlightened in such matters.

 - No .. the owner of the hundred replied quietly - Dad does not allow ... Give the hundred? - he asked quietly.

 -Ha ha ha !!!  It's just a "frog"!  These are not in fashion for a long time! - he burst into laughter, tossing the cheap stuff and all unanimously confirmed, they say it is - cheap stuff.  Maybe they were just afraid of him?

Annoyance and resentment lumped in my throat.  Armand quickly hid the hundred in his pocket, feeling guilty.

Alina went up to Armand and quietly, so that no one could hear, whispered in his very ear:

 - Come on, I'll show you something .... - and she led him somewhere by the hand.

The children went out into the garden and there, in the shade of a branchy tree, hiding from everyone, quietly chirped like birds.

 - Do you want it to become like an iPhone, huh?  Do you want? - Alina asked quietly, looking her friend straight in the eyes.

 - Aha ..- also quietly, not understanding anything, answered Arman.
-Then look! - the girl took a brush and dipped it in the paint lightly touched the "Frog".  And, lo and behold!  The "frog" shone with all the colors of the rainbow like a colored glass and a couple of minutes later the boy was holding a thin, completely new cell phone of the most expensive brand in the world!

 - Wow !!! - the boy was surprised, completely disbelieving his eyes.  He rubbed them, then closed and opened again and again, but no, it was a reality, not a dream.  In his palm was a brand new "iPhone"

 - Wow !!! - Arman-Miracles was surprised !!!!  and when he looked at the miracle, he asked the little fairy, How did you do it?  Are they really magical?

 - Yes ... -confirmed the little fairy- These are the real colors of life.  Without them, life will be dull and dull.  Buck said the yellow moon ... Just ..

 “What’s only?” The boy asked, looking at Alina with all his eyes and afraid to miss something very important.

 - Only he should not fall into bad hands .... - Alina answered quietly and sadly added - Bad hands are dirty, right? - and she looked him straight in the eyes, hoping to get an answer.

 - Mom always says that my hands are bad when they are dirty and she always leads me to the sink and rub them with soap ... - the boy answered affirmatively.

 - And I think so .. - answered the girl and looked at the sky.  It was clear and cloudless and so high that it was breathtaking. Look how beautiful! ”The girl said and pointed her finger at the sky.

 -Yeah ... - Arman admired

 “Who do you want to be?” Alina suddenly asked.

And Armand did not hesitate a minute to answer firmly and decisively:

 - President!  I want to be president!

 -You can do it!  All presidents are fat and so are you.  So you will definitely become president!

But Armand was offended by the word "fat".  ...  His mom and dad are not at all thin, but then what should he be, if not fat?  But the brand new and real "iPhone" overshadowed the insult and he completely forgot and did not even have time to be upset as it should ...

 _ Who do you want to be?  - suddenly asked Armand.
- I ... - I don't know - Alina hesitated, not knowing what to answer.  She hasn't thought about it today.  yesterday she wanted to be like a usher and jump on the trampoline to her heart's content.  but today ... She thought about it and wrinkled her forehead as her mother always does when she thinks about something.  A couple of minutes later, a brilliant thought struck her:

 - A millionaire!  I want to be a millionaire! - Alina gleefully clapping her hands, I want to be a millionaire!

Armand was simply shocked by the fantastic profession!  How could she not have thought of this before! He, too, suddenly wanted to become a millionaire when he grows up!  No, even earlier!

Alina continued, twisted somewhere in the clouds:

 - To distribute them to the poor !! - yesterday at the local market, where she went with her mother, she saw a beggar. He looked pitiful.  He was filthy and poor, and one leg was missing.  He could barely hold on to crutches, stretching out his open palm and silently looking straight into the eyes of passers-by.  I was very sorry for him and wanted to help at least with something to make his life easier.  Then, I remember, my mother threw into his cap, where he collected alms, a couple of coins shining in the sun.  But the girl wanted to do more than just throw a change and forget.  She was very sorry for him.

 - I want to become a millionaire! - the girl proudly answered - To help all the poor in the world!

 “Are you out of your mind?” Armand twisted his finger at his temple, stunned by this news, which almost killed him. “Give all the money to the poor!  You are definitely out of your mind !!!!  - and he touched her forehead- Warm ....- as if a real doctor said a boy- so you really want that?

 - Yes ..- the girl replied quietly- I want ... There is a beggar .. It's a pity ..- and she whimpered quietly.

Armand did not like it when girls cry and seriously like a man, wiping away her tears, he said very seriously:

 - Then let's go and draw him a house or whatever he wants. - and the children left the kindergarten unnoticed through the wide open gate ...

 ... The market was full of people.  Everyone was shouting, asking something, dragging heavy bags, whistling, demanding the way, or simply silent, looking at passers-by ... The bazaar lived its own life.  The children approached the legless beggar who was barely standing on crutches.  ...

 - Yes ... - It's a pity ... - the boy sighed. - He must be in great pain ...

 “Now!” Said the little girl and lightly touched his crutch.  She did it so dexterously that no one and even the beggar himself did not notice ... In an instant, a bright sunbeam appeared and played with all the colors of the rainbow, and when it went out, a miracle happened!  The whole market was deafened by a joyful cry of a legless beggar!
-Oh, miracle!  A real miracle happened!  - he exulted- People look!  My leg has grown back!  I lost her, last year the doctor amputated her, and today I am back on my feet!  People, if this is not a miracle, then what is a miracle?  Hurray !! - the former, before the legless clapped his hands and danced tap-dancing on two healthy legs, and so great that everyone admired him! People walked around him and everyone felt his leg and realized that it was real.  was even more surprised and praised God.

And the children, not noticed by anyone, went out of the market.  They walked along a shady alley and were silent.  Everyone digested what was happening in their minds.  Now they get it.  that they have the most, that is, a real treasure!  Only this is a big, very big secret!

They walked in silence, looking around.  Are they not following them?  Maybe someone else needs help, but they don't see?  But no one needed help anymore ... Cars were roaring here and there, and people were so preoccupied with everyday routine that they did not notice anything ..

The little sparrow jumped off the branch on which he had just sat and walked back and forth, like a brave soldier, stretching his neck ridiculously, looked around and, not seeing competitors, approached the seductive white, tasty crumb of bread that had lured him for so long.  But no!  It was not bread at all, but gum, casually thrown on the ground by someone.  She was stuck like a gag, interfering not exactly eating, but even breathing!  Sparrow fell on his side and closed his eyes, dying so painfully!

The children watching the sparrow ran up to him.  Armand took him in their palms, and Alina lightly touched him with a magic brush and the sparrow came to life!  He looked at his saviors and thanked them in his own sparrow tongue, happily chirping:

 - Chick-chirp!  Chick-chirp !!  Thank!!  Thank you very much friends !!!!  I'm saved !!  I'm alive!!!  Alive, alive !!!

He flew a couple of circles over the children, then a couple more, happily chirping at the top of his neck:

 - Alive, alive!  Chick-chirp!  Chick-chirp !!!
Chapter 4
 
In the stuffy, dusty room of the akimat during the lunch break, three were sitting and discussing something violently and loudly.
 
 
 - So-ak .. - the skinny, shaggy, slovenly aunt, nicknamed Zhalmaus kempir, banged her fist. Who gave this nickname does not even remember.  Sticky, like gum stuck and that's it!  Even a name as beautiful as Saule was forgotten.  She herself responds to this nickname.  Zhalmaus, Zhalmauskempir.  Always dissatisfied and angry with everything, she again and again rattled on the table, sparkling eyes, and if it was possible to die from her gaze, then everyone would have died long ago and the numb corpses would have been scattered everywhere and not only around the room.  Hot-tempered because of every little thing, she raised such a scandal that even her son, the mayor of this town, could not hide behind the high white walls of the akimat.  Her anger reached him everywhere.  She came here and made an op, despite the presence of others!  That there are others!  She is the mayor's mother!  She demanded that her rights be respected, period!
 
 
 - What a mess you have! - demanded an answer Zhalmaus Kempir- I'm asking you!
 
 
 “Oh, mommy, what are you talking about?” The mayor did not understand, looking out from under the table.  He got in there as soon as he heard.  I don't understand! If you are talking about the roads, then they remain like that ... I pocketed all the money and let you down ..- looking for sympathy the son stammered.
 
 
 - I'm not talking about that ..- finally calmed down, mother- I ..o ..- but before she finished, she was interrupted by her other son, who is also here.  He always tried to do what his mother wanted, and in his opinion, she was more pleased with him than with the eldest, who is the mayor.
 
 
 - She talks about miracles in the city .. - the younger son Zhalmaus caught the interrogation proudly and smugly.
 
 
Oh, how she disliked being interrupted!  She immediately slapped a weighty slap in the face of the insolent, who interrupted her offspring.
 
 
 - W-w-for what? - he whimpered to which he received a completely exhaustive answer:
 
 
 - Don't interrupt the elders!
 
 
 - A-a-and so what are you talking about? - and the mayor crawled even deeper under the table as soon as he could - I didn't do anything ... I didn't hear anything ...
 
 
Mom no longer had any strength to get him out of there, and she left him sitting there.
 
 
 -you know about my tastes.  I don’t like it .. I don’t like it very much, and she went to the window and thought.
 
 
 “Here she is the queen of the city!  Everyone obeys her, to be afraid, to honor it means.  Every week they carry a sogim, there are all kinds of gifts.  the bins are full of unei, the chests are filled with gold.  Everything is in her hands, and even the tax committee is silent in a rag.  Yes, people suffer, but you can't help everyone, can you?  And why should everyone?  Here she is and a network of people!  That means everything to her!  And today ... What was that joyful cry on the market?  What kind of savagery is this?  Who dared to disturb the peace and quiet of the khanim? "  -Her brain was torn into thousands of small pieces mercilessly and cruelly, and this made her angry even more and more so that her whole face was covered with burgundy paint, and smoke was about to go out of her nostrils!
- W-w-for what? - he whimpered to which he received a completely exhaustive answer:
 
 
 - Don't interrupt the elders!
 
 
 - A-a-and so what are you talking about? - and the mayor crawled even deeper under the table as soon as he could - I didn't do anything ... I didn't hear anything ...
 
 
Mom no longer had any strength to get him out of there, and she left him sitting there.
 
 
 -you know about my tastes.  I don’t like it .. I don’t like it very much, and she went to the window and thought.
 
 
 “Here she is the queen of the city!  Everyone obeys her, to be afraid, to honor it means.  Every week they carry a sogim, there are all kinds of gifts.  the bins are full of unei, the chests are filled with gold.  Everything is in her hands, and even the tax committee is silent in a rag.  Yes, people suffer, but you can't help everyone, can you?  And why should everyone?  Here she is and a network of people!  That means everything to her!  And today ... What was that joyful cry on the market?  What kind of savagery is this?  Who dared to disturb the peace and quiet of the khanim? "  -Her brain was torn into thousands of small pieces mercilessly and cruelly, and this made her angry even more and more so that her whole face was covered with burgundy paint, and smoke was about to go out of her nostrils!
“I won’t let you!” Zhalmaus Kampir hissed through clenched teeth and, turning into a black crow, flew out of the office through the open window.  And her youngest son left the office.  Left alone, the mayor sighed with relief and crawled out of his hiding place.  He did not know .  what to do.  On the one hand, the authorities from the region pressured him, demanding transparent reporting, and on the other ... Mom. He walked up and down the room all the time thinking about something, then he sat down at the table tired and clutched his head ...
 
 
And the miracles continued!  Here and there they shouted about a miracle!  The little girl with leukemia was suddenly cured!  Or a homeless man suddenly has ... a house!  Yes Yes!  The most real!  He himself told everyone who wanted to listen to him:
 
 
 - I am sitting, then, at the mosque.  Prayers are always read there on Fridays and there are many people.  So I sit, and I don't think about anything like that.  I am completely disappointed in life!  They just shove me a little thing, and I don't even look.  thought .. Well, if I had a house .... How would I live there.  I was imagining .. I close my eyes and sit for so long .. I don't want to open my eyes .... but someone once walked over my hand, as if with a brush!  I open my eyes, and the car stops next to me and the driver comes out and opens the door for me. "Excuse me, sir, he says to sit down. Excuse me, he says to go home.! I tell him:" I don't have at home ... I'm homeless, homeless  ... "And he is all and" if you please "yes, if you please !.  Well, I sat down and we arrived at the mansion, more.  than our khanum.  My head is already spinning!  Imagine!  And it's all mine !!!  - and pouring tea into bowls to the guests, he added - Drink tea!  Guests, drink!  Dreams Come True!!!  You just have to believe !!
 
 
Everyone gasped and congratulated the owner, and only one, gloomy and all kind of shriveled and black from the anger filling him, gave out:
 
 
 - I do not believe!  Witchcraft !! - and left, slamming the door behind him ...
The children sat in the park and ate ice cream.  They were very pleased.  Joy shone on their faces; they were like angels who descended from heaven.  They were so lovely!  A flock of birds chirped on the next door, and roses bloomed and smelled on the lawn. One white-winged butterfly flew up to the flower, then to another.
 
 
 - Let's turn into butterflies, eh? - Alina suddenly offered.  She spread her arms out to the sides, like wings and whirled - It's so great to be a butterfly!
 
 
 - What do butterflies do?  - asked Armand.
 
 
 - Nothing .. - he heard in response - They just enjoy life ...
 
 
He looked around, but saw no one.  There was no one where Alina had just circled.  Nobody at all ..
 
 
 - Alina-ah-ah-ah !!!  Where are you? - the boy was alarmed
 
 
 - I'm here ..- answered the beautiful, pink butterfly and sat down next to the bench.
 
 
In the shady park, on the lawn, among the flowers, beautiful, multi-colored butterflies swirled: pink and white with spots.
 
 
 “Great, isn't it?” Asked the pink one.
 
 
 -Aha- answered the white-winged and flew high into the sky ...
Chapter 5
Sonya was sitting on a bench at her entrance to the five-story building and crying.  the always drunk father made a scandal again and beat my mother.  She also got it for some trifle. He promised not to drink so many times, and even gave receipts that he would not drink any more, he swore.  But the next day, he showed up home drunk and started a brawl ...
 
 
Sonya looked at the windows of the fourth floor and cried.  Shouts and cries came from there.
 
 
 - Why ?! - shouted the father.  Then there was silence, then again this incomprehensible “Why?” Sonya did not understand anything.  what should mom have done and didn't?  She did not notice how two beautiful butterflies sat on the bench.
 
 
 - Why are you crying? - asked the white butterfly - Don't cry .. Look - and a bright star appeared in the sky.  She beckoned to her.  - -Do you want to fly?  Do not be afraid!
 
 
And two butterflies whirled right in front of Sonya's nose, and a minute later, having turned into the same beautiful butterfly, they soared in a swarm in the clear, serene, calm sky!  They jumped from one soft cloud to another, from one flower to another!
 
 
 “Look!” The white butterfly said again, and a red ball with Mickey Mouse appeared in Sonya's hand, and a delicious lollipop flaunted in the other hand! Sonya was so delighted and completely forgot about her grief.  She was as happy as ever!
And suddenly, out of nowhere, a crow, black as night, appeared!  She paced up and down the bench where Sonya had just sat and shouted in a disgusting voice:
 
 
 - Kar! Kar!  Kar! - she pounced on the butterflies, tearing their wings with tenacious claws, and a couple of minutes later the old, shaggy aunt was jubilant, holding magic colors in her hands.
 
 
 - Ha-ha-ha !! - the old woman laughed- Now the whole world will be with me!  You will dance with me again!
 
 
The guys sat on the bench and were silent.  It's all over .. The magic colors are gone ... What will happen now?
 
 
Alina and Sonya were crying, and Armand sullenly stared into the distance, holding back tears .. Guys don't cry!
 
 
 “We need to think of something!” Sonia suddenly said resolutely.
 
 
 - Yes! - agreed Armand - We must return the paints and give them to people!
 
 
 - But how do we do it? - Alina asked, wiping away her tears - We are still small!
 
 
 - Well, let!  We will take the paints away from this hag anyway! ”He was so determined that Alina believed him.  She suddenly understood.  that they will succeed!
 
 
 `` I have an idea! '' Sonya rejoiced and her eyes shone with joy
 
 
 - Hush! - said Armand and came close - Speak!
 
 
And Sonya told her plan.  From time to time one of them laughed and fell silent, then another.  The plan was brilliant!
A secret meeting of the famous troika took place in one of the offices of the akimat ..
 
 
A young woman all in black, sipping alcohol, smoked.  She was proud and pleased with herself.  ...
 
 
 “Mom, is that you?” The mayor asked the young and beautiful woman in black, not resolutely, but he heard only silence.
 
 
She just looked at him with sparkling eyes and that was enough for her son.  to recognize your mother in this new image.
 
 
 - What else have you done, huh?  Who was robbed?  Or have they already gone to the dirty deed? - the son angrily demanded an account, who was tired of enduring his mother's antics.
 
 
 - Tts! - Zhalmaus pounded - Don't make a noise!  And then ..- Iona ruled her son's throat with a claw- I will not regret ...- and left, the second son, as always, like a dog, hurried after her.  In fact, if the elder was on the top and his mother lost, he would stay with him.  Because he is on the side of the winner, which means he is always on top!  So he asserted and lived by this principle.
 
 
Left alone, the mayor raged in earnest. For what other sins of his mother should he answer?  He scattered and tore some papers lying on the table in a pile and ran out after.
 
 
An unscheduled party thundered in a nightclub owned by Zhalmaus.  The hostess was kind today and treated everyone.  Night had not yet fallen, and even the sun was high in the sky, and here life was playing with might and main.
In the midst of the party, she stood up in front of the guests, picking up the microphone, and began to make a leisurely speech about this and that.  and at the very end, she said that now she can fulfill any desire!  Everyone laughed and did not believe her!  Well, yes, this is just a joke !.  ...  Then khanum offered to rip off the masks, because here everyone is theirs!  And then it began ... The hall was simply packed with various monsters !!! Ugly, scary faces were everywhere, wherever you looked !! 1 And when night fell, they became more and more !!  They had fun as they could, honoring the hostess!  and red wine and juices were more like blood, causing disgust and vomiting in common people.  True, among this mass, simple human faces sometimes flickered.  It seems that ordinary people did not take what was happening seriously, taking everything for a masquerade ball!  But they were wrong!  We were very wrong !!  And so the hostess of the nightclub stood in front of her guests and to show her power even more, she offered to fulfill any of the most cherished wishes of the guest!  The drunken crowd showered her with remarks like "come on. Even more", "I don't believe, or I just" want this or that "" The smug and domineering zalmaus enjoyed.  She was at the height of her fame!
 
 
In the meantime, one of the children nevertheless made his way to the club, although onrana, who was instructed.  do not let children strictly on strictly, did everything possible.  But the nimble little boy slipped between the legs of a healthy Albanian cabinet, and he didn't try to catch him, he couldn't!  He was already very upset Yu imagining what punishment he would incur and kakona would cut off his head as promised, but the child soon crawled back as he crawled into the institution, which calmed the guard down .... Phew !!!.  Oh, those kids !!  No rest from them !!
And the music thundered and beckoned!  A motley crowd gathered from all over the area!  Still would!  Who would not like to have enough food for the dorm at the very khanum !!
 
 
On a high platform stood a beautiful, young woman in black, holding some paints that looked more like watercolors.  She did not part with them for a minute.  She stared and thought about something only for a moment, letting go of the paint.  From fear, it even seemed to her that the magic colors were slipping from her hands, because the horse felt wrong.  She squeezed the box of paints so that the box wrinkled and wrinkled, turning into a lump of unnecessary junk in her hand.  Casting a casual glance at her, she knew there was nothing to worry about.  The kids won't get in here because she has two of the best security guards in town!  and children are afraid of all sorts of horror stories and monsters!  She sighed with relief and walked to her guests with a beautiful gait.
 
 
 - Just a moment of attention!  Silence please! ”Her voice sounded like a song, calming everyone.  the hall died down.  Everyone looked at only one point!
 
 
 “Just a moment of attention!” She asked again and the audience died down like that.  that even a fly was afraid to buzz and break the silence- I'm ready to show you a miracle!  from today, the whole world will be at our feet and we no longer have to hide behind masks!
 
 
And the hall exploded:
 
 
 - Urrah !!!!!  Urrra !!!  Urraaa !!!
 
 
She waved her magic brush and with a graceful movement directed it at the crowd, showering it with multi-colored splashes!
 
 
But what is it?  She waited a minute, then another, and the magic did not happen.  The annoyed guests did not understand anything and demanded an answer!  They hissed and pierced her with their eyes so that she preferred to hide behind the scenes.
 
 
 “I don’t understand!” She said through clenched teeth. “Am I doing something wrong, or is it not magic paint?  - she examined the paints, twirling them this way and that and got even more confused.  Finally, it dawned on her and she again went out to the guests.
Just a moment of attention! -And dipping the brush once again in the remaining one single black paint conjured over the crowd.  And a miracle happened!  A rainbow lit them all !!  The most real rainbow, which are only after the rain !!  A double rainbow swept over the dome, enveloping everyone with its radiance, every glance, without missing a single one !!!
 
 
She was pleased with herself, imagining how she would be exalted, but ...
 
 
The hall exploded with screams and groans ...
 
 
 - Oh!  ah !!  How hot !!! - the crowd screamed and moaned, and after a couple of minutes it completely disappeared!  Only black crows and deadlines stupidly looking around croaked something angry and incomprehensible and in a hurry flew out through all the holes and cracks they could find ...
 
 
In fright and fear, she stood neither alive nor dead.  Her beautiful body was twisted so that she could not even breathe .. She wanted to scream that there was strength so as to deafen the whole world, but a hoarse and disgusting voice came out of her throat: "Kar" r!  Kar!  Kar! "" So the monsters remained forever in such a stupid guise.  And rightly so!
 
 
 
 
 ... And the children were quietly sitting on the bench and eating ice cream!  It was so delicious !!!  And their mothers were sitting next to them.  They kissed their children and smiled!
“Our Saviors!” They said, “And how have you grown!
 
 
Sleepy silver cloud, having slept through everything, finally woke up and it rained so hard !! Children were jumping and dancing in the rain!  Why are there children!  The adults also danced, rejoicing in the long-awaited happiness !!
 
 
Alina pulled out magic paints and brought them to the sky.  A silvery cloud took them and poured all the colors right over the heads of people and the whole world shone like glass, and a magical, most magical rainbow appeared over the city !!!


 © Copyright: Risa Karimbaeva, 2015
Certificate of publication No. 215081700890
Miracle
Risa Karimbaeva
Chapter 1

A guy of about twenty was sitting near an old, half-broken, but still working somehow radio, listening to the sounds coming from the receiver.  This whole series of incomprehensible sounds of different tonality looked more like noise than coherent, understandable speech, but the person sitting on the opposite side seemed completely different.  He heard voices, moreover, they talked to him and even gave their coordinates.  Obsessed with all sorts of UFOs, he saw them everywhere, even where they were not even there. For example, the pyramids or the complex on Easter Island and even in the sunken Titanic, he saw the same UFO.  He sat for hours listening to extraneous sounds, to white noise.  This paranoia began from the moment when a certain D., either jokingly or seriously, said that it was in this alleged way that one could hear signals from alien civilizations coming from the galaxy and even contact them.  This conversation took place at a party of mutual friends on the occasion of the birthday of Klava, a prominent and beautiful girl, with whom everyone who had ever studied at the Institute of Economics and Law in Almaty was in love.  Oh, this student life is full of fun adventures!  All his youth passed here!  His first and unforgettable love is associated with this city! This feeling is still no, no, and it moves in his chest, pulling at old, not yet healed wounds ... If she would agree, if ..., then now,  he would not sit at this battered radio, would not catch these aliens, would not spoil his nerves in an office where all relatives sit on top of each other and urge each other on and, in general, would not be stuck in this hole ... He left  to Frankfort or the Netherlands, where all life is divided into two stripes: a business life that is always flowing with a fast stream and a depraved, dirty, where those who are not lucky get to.  No, it's better to London or Texas, to deserted, quiet streets, where you won't see a single passer-by for a hundred meters, because everyone, exclusively everyone is mired in the internet, drowned in it, about which it's time to hang up a poster "He went online did not return  . Help who can! "Probably, soon modern life will be just like that, the main thing would be the Internet.
Yes, an idiot's dream!  You sit in the internet and you don't need anywhere.  What?  Pay utility bills?  Please, via the Internet.  You transfer money here and there.  Yes, and the money itself in the internet circulates mainly, that is, there is no money in the circulation of "real" money!  Understood what the trick is, eh?  That's it !!!  Max was talking to himself in a completely empty room and no one was around, not even the cat.  This cat .. Ha ha ha !!  You should have seen his face now when he saw himself in the mirror!  Max set it all up on purpose and watched him.  He deliberately threw the cat in an empty room with a wall-to-wall mirror and watched through a hole in the opening.  The cat was dumbfounded!  He was so scared!  Another would be to tie a couple of cans to the tail and it would be just right!  It's a pity the old man returned at the most inopportune moment!  Max clenched his fists in hopelessness and immediately reassured himself: “Well, okay.  there will be more time.  Let's have some fun! "

Max rented a room from a lonely, elderly pensioner on the edge.  of the city, in that part of it that used to be a village, but later it was given to the city to the delight of everyone .. To the city center, to the city itself, it took another hour or two to shake, first in one, and then changing to another bus.  The whole road is in potholes and potholes, along the edges there are rare trees, broken houses with rickety roofs, and as you drive up to the city, the panorama changes beyond recognition.  Just like heaven and earth!  Now, if it were everywhere, and not only in the center, not only in capitals, but everywhere, even in remote villages, it would be clean and beautiful!

Then a sharp, deafening noise came from the receiver.

 -PSh-Psh-PShShShShShSh- the radio was restlessly shouting, as if trying to carry to the world another stunning and such important news - PShShShShShShShShSh!
Max distracted from his thoughts and put on headphones, began to listen, trying to hear the impossible, then what is not.  Twisting a couple more times, "jumping" over the waves and frequencies, he returned to the previous point and froze.  He seemed to have caught something! He wanted to jump up and kiss everyone in joy, but the signal to his annoyance disappeared, cut off, died out, as if it had never existed ... What a shame!

 .. Yesterday a monument to the Hero of the Soviet Union was erected on Shakirov, in whose honor the street Sad Shakirov was named.  He did a lot for the country and for the whole world.  His exploits are studied at school.  Lamps burned all night, illuminating the monument itself and the part of the street where it was located.  In the morning at 9 o'clock, music thundered, officials reported to the fullest about what had happened, sang and danced near him, gathering crowds of onlookers. The tall statue, propping up the sky, was hung with wreaths, flowers lay at its feet.  There were so many of them.  that they turned into a motley carpet, emitting a delicate, spring scent.  All the splendor lasted for an hour, no more.  Half an hour later, the monument became orphaned: no flowers, no wreaths, no music and even light, nothing ...

PShshshshshshshshshshshshshshshshshh! - the radio buzzed again, trying to convey something to the world - PShshshshshshshshshshshshshshshshsh!

Max rubbed his eyes and pulled himself up, straightening his back.  It turns out he fell asleep here!  He got up and paced the room back and forth, stretching his stiff legs.  He hardly felt them!  He went to the window and could not believe his eyes!  An old man approached the monument and bowing to it, laid a bunch of wildflowers.  Max saw him from behind.  The old man stood for a long time, his cap in his hand.  Then he left. A fresh breeze blew through the open window and it became somehow easier to breathe.  Max breathed deeply and smiled!  “That's so old man!  Well done!  - he thought and went back to his radio to catch aliens.
Suddenly the eyelids were filled with cast iron and closed, complete rest enveloped the whole body, fettering it with sleep, the head threw to one side.  dozing off for a couple of minutes woke up full of energy.  He heard a silence such as he had never heard.  The light whisper of trees captured his imagination.  the flowers spoke to him and smiled at him.  He heard their conversation and wondered how he had not noticed it before.  This forest.  that the outskirts are just magical!  Everything has its own soul and even mountains!

 -Oh, Max!  Come on the weekend, I'll show you a miracle!  - said the tall Mountain, supporting the sky with a white cap. - You have never seen this!

 - I'll come! I will definitely come! - promised Max.

 - Hello, Max! - the wind whispered in your ear- Can you catch up with me?  Remember you and I used to run and you could never catch up with me, the Wind smiled

 - How long ago it was! - Max said - I have grown up and now I will overtake you! - he challenged the Wind and, riding on his horse, rushed at a gallop.

 “Dogo-o-nya-ay!” The Wind shouted and, ascending into the sky, dissolved in it.

 - Hey gay! - Max rejoiced - How good!

He flew like the wind, He almost merged into one whole with his horse, and only a whistle stood in his ears.  He felt as if he was not jumping on the ground, but flying across the sky like a bird!

 “Hey gay!” Max shouted and he felt as good as he had never been before.
- Hi, Max - whispered the Snail, when Max lay down to rest after on the silk, green grass.

 “Hi!” Max smiled.

 “Can you hear me?” The Snail was surprised. “Have you forgotten how to hear us?  It's so great!  Just great!

Max put the Snail on his palm and raised it to his very nose so that he could see better.

 -You know, I'll introduce you to someone- continued the Snail, when Max lifted her- Come on, I'll lead.

And Max went, and the Snail showed him the way.  They walked for a long time, went through the whole forest and came to a stream.

 - Caution! - said the Snail unexpectedly - It's slippery here!  A pile of rubbish and debris filled the entire stream so that it barely made its way through it all.  He was suffocating.

Suddenly, the whole earth shook and from somewhere on top, rubbish was dumped right onto the stream, and two giants went off singing a song.  They didn't hear anything because there were plugs in their ears and they didn't even notice it.

 - Eh, wait! - Shouted after them Max - Take it away!  Don't you hear ?!

 - They do not hear .. - the Snail sighed and fell silent. - These are people.  They don't hear.  Once upon a time and they knew how to hear, but something happened and now they do not hear us ... What a pity ..- she sighed again and continued- There is a house on the other side.  .. You see, my mother lives there and I wanted to invite you for tea .. It's wonderful to get together at the table and drink aromatic tea ...

 - We will definitely get there! - promised Max, calming the Snail - I promise !! I..I..I ..

 ... Max woke up in a cold sweat.  He fell asleep again with this radio ..

 -PShShShShShShShSh1- the receiver was still noisy, delivering the important message to the world- PShShShShShShShShShShShSh!

 “Yes, shut up, you!” Max said sharply to the receiver and turned it off. Taking a shovel, he ran out of the house in a hurry. He was in a hurry, he was afraid.  that he did not have time, he ran as fast as he could.  When he came to the dump on the outskirts of the forest, he began to clear this place.  He believed that there must be a stream.  He knew it for sure.  Someone approached him and asked:

 - What do you need most of all?

 - Yes, we must!  Then the brook, Max said, not distracting from his business.

 - There is no stream! - the stranger smirked - I live nearby.  There has always been a fetid dump.  Is always!  You see!  he shouted right into Max's ear.
Max silently shoveled the trash as if he didn’t hear him.

 - Well, let's say there is a brook - a stranger made a compromise - Then why didn't I know it until now!  - he added, unexpectedly joining Max and a little later added - Wait, I'll call the guys here.  .. Suddenly there really is a stream !!!

Soon help came and all the rubbish was removed.

 - There is no stream - the stranger yelled - I told you!

 - Wait, Max said calmly and pushed aside the boulder that stood right in the middle of the wasteland, and a silvery, cool stream spurted out of the ground - Look, a miracle!

 - Wow! - the stranger was surprised - All my life I lived here and did not hall- This is a miracle.

And on the evening of that day, there was a knock on the door as if they wanted to demolish it.  Max hastily opened it.  An old man stood on the threshold holding a puppy with broken paws in his hands.

 - Do you think it will take root? - asked the old man - Today someone threw him right out into the street, and his car was hit ...

Max took him in his arms, and on the puppy's paw was quietly sitting the Snail, the one from the dream ...
Chapter 2


The kindest Snail in the world lived in a small, round house that looked like a mushroom only without a hat, with the same round windows and a door.  She was the mother of that very Snail, Max's friend.  From the very early morning I was busy with the housework.  First I planted the flowers, then tidied up the house, and then took up the pies.  The pies were delicious, aromatic with apples.  Guests were about to arrive and she was worried, waiting.
The house stood in the middle of a tall, dense, green forest of silk grass on a flower meadow on the other side of a silver stream. A neat, clean little house, painted blue, the color of a clear sky with a garden and bright, beautiful flowers.  The aroma of hot, delicious pies spread throughout the forest.  Ant smelling it decided to follow the path that leads directly to the house of Aunt Snail.
 “One, two, three, four!” Ant commanded himself to the beat, as if he were a real soldier. “Three, four, one, two!
As he approached the house, he noticed Aunt Snail.  She had just finished baking the pies and went out into the yard to get some fresh air.
 - Hello, Auntie Snail- greeted Ant and took off his peakless cap from his head- How are you?
 - Hello! - Auntie Snail smiled and was sad
 - What are you grieving about? - Ant asked - Maybe I can help?
 “Have you seen our Aizhana?” She asked about her daughter, who left in the morning and still hasn’t returned. “It’s soon noon, but she’s still gone and gone ...” she added sadly.
 - Not.  Have not seen.  But don't worry, if I see her, I will definitely tell you that you are waiting for her, Ant replied encouragingly.
 -Yes, tell me so, and in the evening go to the pies, Aunt Snail invited to visit and was about to go into the house to bake something else there, but Ant called her.
 - Wait!  I have a friend.  He can help us! ”Said Ant and Aunt Snail was very happy.  ...
.. The ant ran with all his might along the path to his friend.  He knew that he could help, because he has this thing with which you can transmit signals and you will be heard even at the end of the world!  Ant did not remember the name of this device, but he saw it a couple of times and could identify it.  He also saw his friend passing messages to someone at someone's request and it worked!
The ant was in a great hurry.  The sun was shining right into the back of his head.  I had to be in time before sunset.


A friend's house in the form of a high cone with small windows was visible from far away.  From there came some strange, incomprehensible rumble and hum.  It looks like the professor was at home and again came up with something ...
Chapter 3

Having fed the puppy and played enough with him, Max set to work on his receiver, catching aliens. He twisted it this way and that, "jumping" over the waves and frequencies.  Nothing.  Finally I got to a certain point and then the receiver emitted a deafening, sharp, abrupt hum, more like some kind of signals.  Most likely, it was the most ordinary noise, but his mind perceived it as alarming signals for help and he strained his hearing. Again and again, listening to it, he affirmed the correctness of his conclusions: It is!  SOS signal.  But where?  He didn't understand After a couple of minutes the signal went out completely ...
Absentmindedly looking around, his gaze fell on a rather large snail crawling on the floor.  For some reason it seemed to him that he had seen her and, moreover, he was familiar with her.
 "Delirium! - thought Max and leaned back in his chair - Delirium and more!"
 “Not delusional at all!” Came a voice from nowhere.
Max looked around.  There is no one in the room.
 "Probably, the attacker is talking to someone in the other room on the phone," Max reassured himself.
 “If you sit like that, then I’ll leave!” The same voice was offended.
Max looked around again, but saw no one except the snail.  Then he went up to her and, sitting on his palm, brought it to his very nose so that he could see better.  He looked at her. It was the most ordinary snail and not ordinary at the same time.  It was not usual that she was the one talking to him and even reading his mind.  Or is it just it seems? ..
 - I don’t understand .. - Max muttered in surprise.
 - This is me. Have you forgotten? - asked the snail - I came on a dog to invite ...
Then the receiver came to life again and gave out a loud, deafening, disturbing noise, more like a distress signal.
- They are looking for me, the snail said calmly and was about to leave.
 - So this is you? - interrupted Max, greatly surprised - Are all these UFOs you too?  - his eyes popped out of their sockets from shock. He did not understand anything or did not want to understand.  His mind was heated to the limit and was about to explode!
 -And how to talk to you if you do not hear us? - the snail surrendered-Do not hear nature, but she screams from the pain caused to her?  You can't see beyond your nose!  You see nothing, hear nothing, only think about yourself!  How else to make you understand so that you hear us?  This method is the most reliable of all that we have undertaken.  You're looking for a UFO, right?  And why are we not UFOs for you?  We are the real UFO!

 -So .. It is necessary to clarify ...- Max did not calm down- First this signal, then a dream .. Stop!  So it wasn’t a dream at all? ”This thought made him somehow uncomfortable, if not scary!
 - Yes, let's go already - she smiled and kissed him on the nose - Ours are already waiting ...
He all melted and blossomed. He was captivated by this first, magical feeling, and the rest does not matter!

Chapter 4

The next morning, Aizhan's clue was sitting on a large green leaf of red poppy and basking in the sun.  All the grass was wet from the morning race, and its delicate scent was carried throughout the area.  Droplets of race sparkled in the sun with all the colors of the rainbow.  They looked more like small, transparent diamond beads of the purest water.  The morning coolness invigorated and gave strength.  The snail loved those moments when the sun had not yet risen high and the heat was not yet. She sat on a poppy leaf and was happy in the morning.  She thought that she was the first who went out for a walk in the early morning, but what was her surprise when she saw a butterfly, Yes, a real butterfly fluttering in the sun from flower to flower.  She seemed to be dancing, waltzing to the beautiful, magical music of Chopin or Tchaikovsky.  Ah, this music is capable of carrying anyone into the world with a load!
So the butterfly was dancing, whirling in the waves of music that played in her heart.

 - Ah, butterfly!  You're so beautiful!  How I want to flutter like that, carefree and fun! ”The snail said delightedly.“ Good morning, butterfly!

 - Good morning! - the butterfly greeted - I love the sun so much!  I can't live without him!  The sun and music are my passion!

 -How I want to feel the magic of flight too!  This is so wonderful! ”The snail dreamed. Then the butterfly picked it up and carried it to the very sky! She carried her on her transparent wings, like glass, and the snail almost fainted from fear and delight!  The beauty of the earth stretched before her eyes!  She beckoned to her.  The snail was dizzy from all this.  The butterfly suddenly rose even higher towards the sun itself and it seemed that it would now touch the sun itself with its transparent wings.  Bright rays shone directly into the eyes, forcing to squint, hide from his beauty. The butterfly made a circle, then also smoothly descended to the very flowers, so that you could touch and smell them.  The snail smelled a bright, sweet scent of flowers, smelling of honey and nectar.

 - Delightful! - the snail admired, - How beautiful! It's just wonderful!

 - Yes! - answered the butterfly and landed on the brightest and largest flower.

The snail crawled staggering onto the petal and rolled straight into the flower bowl.  Tumbling, she drowned in sweet pollen like honey.  These pollen balls are orange and white, round in shape, sweet and edible.

 - Help yourself - said the butterfly and began to eat them - Delicious, right? - She looked at the grimy.  snail's face and laughed - You got a little dirty. - she smiled.
The snail diligently wiped its face as best it could, but it only got even more dirty.  the pollen was sticky like cotton candy and honey together!

 - Ha-ha-ha, the butterfly laughed.  She laughed so contagiously that the snail also involuntarily began to laugh.  They laughed and threw themselves cotton candy like snowballs in winter and enjoyed the sun.

Suddenly, something similar to a huge network eclipsed the sun and covered them with a dark, impassable shadow, thereby causing a terrible fear.  Fear clung to them with tenacious claws and did not let them go as they did not try to fight it.

 -Wh-h - what is this? - stuttering with fear whispered the snail.

 - S-Sachok .. - the butterfly also whispered to her - We are lost! - she screamed and got into the net even more and more.  She rushed around in circles, trying to get out, free herself.  The snail became even smaller than it was.  She shrank with fear and cried softly.

They sat for only a few minutes, but it seemed to them that they were sitting for an eternity awaiting their verdict.  They had already begun to mentally say goodbye to this world and the sun, when suddenly two bees flew up.  They wanted to help them by trying to bite into the strong threads of the snare, but could not.  In desperation, they left.  .. And again darkness covered the captives ... But that's not all!  Not for that reason, the whole world was mired in black, disgusting smoke, in black burning.  The prisoners felt that something was wrong and became even more worried when they heard the shouts of "Fire! Fire!"  The ground beneath them shook, shook and hummed.  And when they still managed to get out of captivity, they were covered with a glass flask falling from the sky so that they could not get out as they did not try.
“This is fate!” The snail sighed in disappointment and lowered its head.  She was already ready to surrender to the blows of fate.

 “I don’t want to believe in any fate!” The butterfly protested. “Do you hear!  We will definitely get out!  I don't want to die so ridiculous!  I want to live!  Do you hear!  We'll get out whatever it takes! ”She shouted right into the ear of the snail so that it was almost deaf.

 - I hear .. - the snail babbled and tried to smile, but it didn't work out.  She went limp again and began to cry.

A butterfly with all its might beat against the walls of a glass flask.  ...  She smashed her wings into blood, but continued to fight.  She did not give up; she screamed, thrashed, fell and got up again and again struggled with a merciless fate.

The air became less and less and the prisoners were already losing consciousness and fainting, when suddenly the flask rose and they were released!  The butterfly was so happy that it immediately flew up into the sky and disappeared from the horizon.  She flew away free and so happy!

The snail took a couple of steps and stopped, sniffed.  The air was clean and crisp, just like after rain.  There was no trace of burning or smoke.  She looked around and saw her savior.  Max stood and smiled at the top of his mouth.  His eyes shone with joy.

 - You still learned to listen? - the snail rejoiced.

 - Yes, Max said thoughtfully, Now I hear.

the end


 © Copyright: Raisa Karimbaeva, 2015
Certificate of publication No. 215051101468
Super modern game

Nurik woke up this morning completely out of sorts.  He did not get enough sleep .. Although in his entire short life, and this is not much less than all 15 years of his life as long as he can remember, he never got enough sleep .. He dreamed of being an astronaut, dreamed of making new discoveries in the field of astronautics, dreamed of being a hero.  He even watched all the films on this topic, looking at the computer monitor for hours on end.  Parents are at work and he is on his own.  It was the end of April and there were just over a week before the May holidays.  Lilacs bloomed in full bloom, green leaves appeared on the branches of trees, the silk grass tickled your feet pleasantly if you walk along it barefoot, without shoes. The birds sang songs in full, glorifying spring.  The bright sun was not yet as hot as in summer.  .. A fresh wind flew into the wide open window and Nurik felt a wave of fresh spring air and a delicate scent of lilacs and some other flowers.  Spring!  But even that did not cheer him up.  Somehow dressed, gloomy, like black.  thundercloud, he left the room and headed for the kitchen.  The eternally hungry cat meowed plaintively, asking for a portion of food.  Nurik took food from the cupboard and poured it into the cat.  Then he brewed coffee for himself and again gape spilled it on his clean, white shirt.  Screaming in pain and indignation at himself and at all immediately went to change.  The day was ruined.  The evil one went to the door, thrusting his foot into the shoe, he felt something not right, something wet and viscous.  ..

 "Cat .. This lousy cat, put it back in his slippers!" - a thought flashed through my head like a lightning, and a minute later he was yelling at the cat, promising him all the torments of hell, and the cat, as if nothing had happened, lay on his bed, after  second breakfast and slept.  Throwing the cat through the open window, pleased with his revenge, Nurik headed to school.  Although he had to run, because he was late, and the teachers do not like latecomers, he still walked at a slow, unhurried pace, as if he were on a walk.  Passing the shooting gallery, he examined his pockets and, not finding enough money, sighed with chagrin and sniffed, walked by.  Further on his way was a small, green park where people rested in it, breathed clean air, and then again hurried about their business.  The square was not far from the school and you could meet students skipping classes here.  Seeing the girls in school uniforms sitting on a bench and copying something, he crept up to them and, snatching the notebook out of his hands, hooting, ran away, and then completely threw the notebook into the trash can.  The girls began to cry.
“Just think!” He thought, “Found something to cry about!” Nurik grunted and, lifting his nose, walked on. In the depths of the park, in the greenest and quietest of it, there was often a monument to the fallen heroes who laid down their heads during the Great Patriotic War.  A small, gray-haired old man in a clean, black suit, hung with orders, bowed low to the monument and, wiping away his tears, laid flowers to his fallen comrades.A wave of memories swept into his turn and he was already there, on the battlefield and heard the whistle of bullets and the explosion of bombs, and he  went on the attack again, went into battle again, without fear of death, together with other wars, to save their homeland ...

Nurik fumbled in his pockets in search of a lighter and, not finding one, calmly walked to the eternal flame and lit a cigarette by the fire, inhaling relishly like an inveterate smoker.  Having smoked a cigarette, without bothering to look for an urn, he threw a cigarette butt at the monument and hummed another hit of a modern musical group, dancing to the beat, went away ... The veteran, recovering from oblivion, wiping the tears that rolled over his eyes, picked up the cigarette butt and went to the urn that stood  a few steps away from entering the square, he threw it silently, not saying anything to anyone, not complaining about anyone, just sighing heavily and grieving ...

Nurik came to school very late and was simply not allowed into the classroom.  After standing in the corridor for half an hour, he was bored.  His mobile phone was dead and he didn't know what to do with himself.  He did not care what would happen next, where he would study and whether it would be.  He did not think about anything and it seems that he was not capable of this.  He just lived for today and that's all, and what would happen next did not bother him.  Without waiting for the end of the lesson, he left school without having attended any of the lessons that were supposed to be today.  He realized one thing for himself: "The main thing in life is money. There they are, there will be all, they are not, and you yourself are nothing."  He understood this from the films, from the TV programs he watched, but just from talking with friends.  They all boasted to each other of new hundred square meters, iPhones, cars, etc.  And while luck accompanied him and all the glory, all the authority of the school was with him.  At the height of his fame, he did not consider other people, so just servants to fulfill his next "want" and that's it!
Returning home, he sat down at the computer.  Game again!  The new version promised real scenes from life, and even if this is not astronautics and, in general, has nothing to do with space, it promised reality, promised war.  And the war is his second "want" after astronautics.

The game offered a version of the era of the Second World War, one episode was replaced by another.  Having chosen the weapon and the main character, Nurik delved into the game ...

 ... Unexpectedly, the guy found himself in an unfamiliar place in the middle of an unfamiliar yard in an unfamiliar village.  He stood and squinted at the sun.  Suddenly, somewhere in the distance, there was a noise and crying.  Kaakya, a woman in a long dress and a scarf thrown over her shoulders, ran up to him and kept calling Nurik her son, persuading him to run into the forest, to save himself.  He did not understand anything: Where to run?  What for?  He looked at her with bulging eyes and tried to explain to her that he was seeing her for the first time.  To which he received a healthy slap in the face.

 - I'll show you!  I'm your mother!  - shouted the woman - I fed you!  I raised you!  Your father is at the front!  And you just decided to joke! '' The handkerchief fell from her shoulders and the wind, picking it up, carried it away. She wanted to run after him, but changed her mind.  The noise of the approaching car approached.  Unfamiliar dialect, screams, crying too.  Shots were heard here and there, and fear enveloped the world.  The situation began to heat up.  Nurik, out of curiosity, went out the gate and was immediately captured by the Germans.  Like other men and women, they pushed him into the back of the car like slaves and drove him to Germany.  The children were taken separately.  There, behind the village, the peasants were unloaded, lined up and Nurik was with them ... One of the peasants, who was standing next to him, in a whisper so that no one could hear their conversation, said, taking pity on the young man:

 - As soon as they start shooting, you just fall down ... They say they hit you .. You will live ...

Nurik looked into his eyes and understood everything ... Understood all the fear and horror of the war.  I realized that he found himself ... There was so much pain and sorrow in his eyes, and there was also kindness, which he had not noticed in people for a long time.  Just like in a movie and goosebumps ran through his body ...
A command rang out and the first shots were heard.  As agreed, Nurik immediately fell down and pretended to be dead.  He lay with his eyes shut and trying not to hear anything, to fall asleep and return to his world ... But he heard!  I heard everything !!  He heard how the second burst went and the bullets tearing hearts, took lives. He heard his comrades screaming and falling into the pit where they stood.  They fell right on him, covering him with their bodies and thus saving his life.  He heard the crying of women and children, and then the cursing of the fascists, more shots and everything was silent dead.  One of the fascists with a bayonet checked whether anyone was still alive, piercing with a bayonet and kicking corpses, in the "neighborhood", very close.  Nurik stopped breathing, afraid to give himself away. The fascist examined the dead for the presence of gold crowns and rings.  When he found, he took them off, put them in his bag and hid them in his bosom.  Another Fritz stood nearby and laughed at his friend's hobby, and then another came and took them with him.  Everything was quiet.

 -Fu !!! - Nurik sighed.  His arms and legs were so numb that he could not even move them.  Black flies and crows circled above them.  The guy tried to free himself from the hole, but each time he slipped and fell down.  And when he was already completely exhausted, he finally managed to get out of his captivity.  Blood, flies, crows, death, corpses ... Bony death reigned in this world.

The sickening smell of carrion and blood made me dizzy.  Staggering like an autumn leaf, he walked further and further from here, trying to get away as quickly as possible.  And if now he were asked what is the main thing in life, he would answer: "The main thing is life itself!"  At the very last moment, when you are close to death, you begin to understand the real values ;;of this world.  And this is not money at all, as he previously thought ...

 "There are partisans in the forest ... We must go to them .." - Mother's voice sounded in memory.

 “I wonder if she’s alive?” Thought Nurik- No. Now it’s impossible ... I’ll look with one eye, I’ll find out .. “- he thought and headed towards the village. Hiding through the bushes and stones, ruins, going around  "His" home and did not recognize him.  .. Some black coals remained in his place and a charred children's doll ...

His heart sank to pain and tears flowed from his eyes .. He clenched his fists and mute rage and anger took possession of his mind .. Mom's scarlet handkerchief like a flag fluttered on the branches of a tree, catching its edge.  Nurik took it and put it in his pocket ...

 .. When the young man came to the forest, to his own people, the first thing they did was to feed him with porridge and a crumb of black bread.  It has never tasted so good as it is now.

 -Eat .. do not rush, the commander smiled ..- So what are you with us "son of the regiment"? - he asked

 - So what kind of "son of the regiment" is he? - Comrade commander - Big already! - the soldier smiled and everyone nodded approvingly.
- Okay .. You still eat, and tomorrow we have an offensive!  It is necessary to show the Fritzes who is the boss here.

 “You need to blow up, comrades, commander!” Said Nurik, filling his mouth with bread.

 - Still right!  - the commander said approvingly and taking the map began to think over the offensive plan ..

 - Here is the village .. -pointing at the black square, the commander said, -And here is their headquarters ..

 - Fascists' headquarters - said the soldier who sat down to the commander.

 - Yes!  - confirmed the commander, and here it means we ..

 - - Yeah ..- said Nurik.  He had already finished his porridge and was listening attentively ...

And in the morning the battle began ... And everything was mixed: blood with earth and again the smell of death was in the air.

 -Fight!  - shouted the commander and rushed forward under the bullets.  It was necessary to seize that height from the Germans, that hill, to defend this piece of land at all costs

 - Fight !  - after him shouts were heard - For Stalin !!  Forward!!

Nurik took the rifle given to him and rushed after the commander, not fearing death.  Now he was not afraid of her, he hated her.  And he hated these fascists even more.

 -In the attack! - Nurik repeated after the commander, killing on the spot the fascist aiming at him

 -Forward!  the command was heard - Follow me!  Shots were heard.  Bullets flew from all directions like rain.  The tanks went, but one soldier managed to blow up a tank and the tank burst into flames like a Christmas candle.  Fascists poured out of the tank and Nurik knocked down one of them.  And then came a burst of automatic weapons, and now all the Nazis lay down dead.

A lot of people died in this battle, but there were also a lot of fascists and not a small one.

 - Hooray !  Victory!!  - shouted ours- Victory !!
And tears appeared in my eyes, tears of joy and a smile as if the sun was illuminating the world ...

 "What a sweet word" Victory "- thought Nurik-Our victory!"

 .... The deafening ringing drowned out everything around and made me start up.  Nurik opened his eyes .. He was sleeping in his bed.  It was only 7 am and I had to go to school.

 “Dear! Are you up already?” Mom asked as she entered the room.  On her shoulders was the same red scarf.  She smiled and her smile shone like the sun.

Nurik rubbed his eyes again, but the vision did not go away ...

Mom went up to him, ruffled his hair and kissed his forehead.

 - Wake up .. It's already morning .. Breakfast is on the table.  And I have to go to work, good.  Be a good boy!



 ... When the old veteran again, like yesterday, like every day, came to the monument to the fallen wars, he found that someone had come in front of him and laid flowers, and it was also cleaned and not a single cigarette butt around.  The old man wiped his eyes with emotion and put down the flowers with shaking hands, and then saluting them like a real soldier, he sat down on a bench next to him and flew away into his memories again .. And when he returned home, a new surprise awaited him.  The postman came and gave him the package.  There were apples and lollipops, and there was also a card with congratulations:
“Happy Victory Day, you, our dear veterans !!  Happy Victory Day!  The veteran thought it was in honor of the holidays and soon everyone would forget about him again, but he was still happy with these days, glad that at least these days he was remembered.

But what was his surprise when, on the following days after the holidays, he saw flowers and these flowers appeared every day. "Who could it be? Maybe someone still survived, eh? It would be nice to meet!" - thought the veteran  presenting the joyful meeting of the front-line soldiers.  The next morning he came earlier than usual, but was late .. The flowers were already lying by the eternal flame. And on the bench sat ... the same guy who once lit a cigarette by the fire and even threw his cigarette butt.

The veteran sat down next to him.

 - You will forgive me, please!  - the guy asked for forgiveness

 - What is your name?  asked the veteran and looking into the guy's eyes

 - Nurik .. Oh, sorry, Nurzhan ...

 - Aaa .. - the old man shook his beard and thought.

 - I will never do that again, honestly, I did not give up Nurzhan - Here I brought flowers and these ... apples ... - and he held out a whole basket of fragrant, ripe, red apples

The old man smiled and took the apple ...


 © Copyright: Risa Karimbaeva, 2015
Certificate of publication No. 215042401561
Big and small
Risa Karimbaeva
There lived a little man in the world. He was so tiny and ugly that at first glance you would not notice him. Well, just a boy, s-finger! Everyone humiliated him and laughed at his height. And one day he was so tired of it,  that he decided to become big, but he did not want to wait until he grows up ... And he decided to do a good deed: to help people for free, in modern language it is called a volunteer. With the money he raised, he visited the most remote parts of the planet and saw how hard life was  people. He perceived this pain as his own and was always ready to help. During the trip he always learned something from other people. So gradually, step by step, through work and patience, thanks to intelligence and perseverance, kindness and love for people and  to all living things, he achieved great heights and great respect for his small stature.

And at that time there was another man on the other side of the Earth. He was big and fat. He even had power, because he held a big position. But he wanted even more and therefore was not happy with everything. He himself believed that great heights can be  to achieve only if other people were kept in fear, therefore he often shouted at his subordinates for no reason. But one day they got tired of being afraid all the time and he overthrew him from his post, and some just left him. So a very big man was left completely alone and even tiny  birds and monkeys refused to serve him.  And he cried from despair, resentment and, most importantly, from shame. Now he wants to learn from the little man to be kind and necessary to people and hastened to help him. Have you met him?


 © Copyright: Raisa Karimbaeva, 2015
Certificate of publication No. 215021801617
One morning

The alarm clock rings dumbfounded !!  For the whole house!  I lie and do not move.  Still a little sleep for 5 minutes.  I slept for 40 minutes, jumped out of bed, put my pants back to front, stumble, fall face down on the floor, swear quietly to myself, go on brushing my teeth, step on the cat's tail along the way.  He screams, I scream with horror, because I myself was scared.  Swallowed the paste instead of brushing my teeth, spilled hot tea on my shirt.  Once.  I run out of the apartment at five to nine and rush to the bus stop.  The bus leaves from under the nose, the door slams right in front of the nose and the bus leaves.  I yell at him to stop, but he doesn't hear.  I look around.  I see a pretty, leggy blonde.  Beautiful girl!!  She smiles at me !!  Imagine she smiles at me!  That's so good luck !!  I am smiling at her, too! ”Then a car arrives and takes her away.  I sigh and stare at the window.  There in the mirror I see myself in pajamas and slippers ..
Then a car drives by at high speed right through a puddle.  Splashed !! - and the whole puddle was on me as if under the shower.  He was confused and almost cried out of resentment.  I stand with a sniff.  But then a compassionate grandmother comes up with a basket full of flowers and puts a pie under my nose.
 - Eat, granddaughter. - she says - I suppose you're hungry, eh?
I felt so pleased, you know.  At least one person sympathized with me.  I take a pie and eat it, bite off in large chunks.  And she looks and smiles.  I have never felt so good.  Then he takes me in his arms and puts me on the bus.  I shed tears of emotion.  We ride with her on the bus, we sit next to.  I eat a pie, and she looks at me, then out the window.  Admires the landscape.  I forgot where I was going.  Here the bus stops and we get off.  Again he holds the hand and pops a pie with cabbage.  And her pies are very tasty!  We approach the house with a wooden rickety fence in the forest.  I began to come to my senses.
 "Where did you come? Who is this grandmother? Why am I here?" I remembered that I was late for work.  And he just wanted to dodge the annoying granny and run away into the forest, when the old man runs out of nowhere and with a crutch over the head "Bang !!"  and goosebumps ran back and forth, back and forth.  And the granny's gone.  He drags me into the hut and throws me into a corner.  And in the corner there are miserable people like me.  And we began to plant potatoes for him.  We would not have managed until evening if I hadn’t come up with a brilliant idea to give him vodka to drink.  ...
 - Listen !, Smirnov !!  Don't tell me teeth !!  - thunders the director of the plant Ivan Petrovich - You are a drinker and tell fairy tales!
 - So ... duk ... this is ... why I was late for work ...
 


 © Copyright: Raisa Karimbaeva, 2014
Certificate of publication No. 214060200616
A tale of love

 
                Chapter 1

               


           Early morning brings comfort to a wounded heart.  Cold clear waters wash over his wounds and heal.  The eternally suffering heart calms down, makes the last cry and falls asleep evenly

breathing.  He sleeps peacefully and for a long, long time enjoying the long-awaited peace.  and he dreams of happiness.  A cool spring morning breeze opened the window wide, bursting into the chambers merry

cheerful hubbub.
     How long there has been no joy and happiness!  It's time!  It's time to live enjoying the wind of happiness!
      Until then, sleep! Sleep!  Sleep! Let the heart sleep enjoying peace and gaining strength for a new future happy love, for a life full of miracles, for dawn. It needs strength.  Sleep!  Sleep!

Sleep!  Let's not bother him ...


                Chapter 2

       She slept for a long time, a very long two days, maybe several hours.
       -What day is today?  Friday Saturday?  Nobody .. Everywhere is quiet .. Everyone is gone .. So it's Friday!  -Gulsum jumped off the cravati.  How good!  Spinning around the room, she sang the song she had just invented.

It was a melody, but she hadn't come up with it yet, but it doesn't matter.
      It doesn't matter.  Laughing, going over in memory the best moments of her life, I find, while having a bite, she turned into a small bird and flew out into the open window, left open since the night.
     How much sun!  I've never seen so much sun before!  It's so bright!  So warm and sweet.  As if a loved one takes you by the hand and smiles.  The sun also took Gulsum's hand and

smiled, looking her straight in the eye. Ah, that's wonderful!
      Gulsum looked up at the sky.  White soft fluffy cloud pillows floated smoothly across the sky.  Maybe it's not clouds, but ships?  Then I'll sail on that ship yonder, thought the little bird and

climbed a cloud.
    The cloud whinnied like a horse, raised its sails and swam as fast as it could ...
      The wind rushed into the room, ruffled the girl's hair, removing her kerchief.
      Daughter, a letter to you, "entering the room, my mother said smiling. How beautiful she is, her daughter and kind!"

a kind woman, not knowing, turned to the Creator.  that the Creator has already taken care of her, preparing a surprise ..
               
               
                Chapter 3
Gulsum snatched the letter out of her mother's hands and began to read it impatiently, as if the letter would be taken from her.
           _ Who is this, daughter?  My eyes don't see well.  It seems Armand? ”Mom asked, sitting down on the couch.
            -Yes, mom, it's him!  Mommy dear!  You are the most beautiful in the world! - hugging her mother, she began to shower her with kisses, completely forgetting about the letter. - I love his mother.  We've been waiting for so long.  we

we all went through and the separation became a real test for us.  Mom, he's back from Oxford!  Now he will not go anywhere and we will get married! - without letting go of his warm soft dear hands

mother, she began to circle around the room, luring mother into this cycle, like a butterfly.



                Chapter 4

While they rejoiced, the old shaggy witch watched them, eavesdropping outside the door.  She was angry.  And the more and louder they laughed, the more and more cruel was her malice.  It

bursting her, choking her and eating her gut.  She could not stand someone else's joy and turned the young girl into a cactus.  Large, clumsy, prickly, ugly in shape, reminiscent of a large pimple.  humped

a nose hanging down to the chin, a cactus with big needles, so big.  that you can't even take it in your hands unstoppably and left.


                Chapter 5

        Mom woke up from oblivion.  She has this cactus in her hands.  Where did he come from?  There were never any cacti, but now here it is, in my hands.
     She quickly put it on the windowsill.  And where did Gulsum go? She has been gone for two days now. What shall I tell my father? Arman? Mother's heart was breaking apart from pain. Moments of life floated before her eyes: here

a small sweet lump is a newborn, then gulsum is 3 years old, reaches out to her mother, wants to take her in her arms .. So I went to school in bright big bows with a knapsack, bigger than herself ..

 ..then she fell off the swing .. -Ah! -. Mom wanted to shower her, hug her and calm her down, looking around in panic and calling for help. Then she was ready to give her whole life if only this

pain, if only her daughter was again cheerful and healthy ... if only ... She again clasped the empty air in her arms .. Daughter, where are you?  Sweetheart !  Her heart was always drawn to the flower and, herself

Without noticing it, she was with him all the time.

      
                Chapter 6
Arman, as promised, arrived on Saturday. The handsome guy studied at the institute according to the "Bolashak" system and now returned to his native land. He was longing for his beloved all the time.  And when others are beautiful

the girls looked at him and made little eyes, his heart recalled the gulsum Krosavitsa with a thick black braid up to the toes and big blue eyes like a lake.
   Armand greeted his parents, entered the room and his gaze fell on the cactus, and desperate tearful eyes of his mother.
      - She turned into a cactus?
    His parents knew about their love and had already told him everything
    - I'll save her!  - flashed through his head - I will save you, Gulsum!
     At night, the fairy Moon appeared in a dream to Armand.  And she said that grandfather lived in a white yurt behind the mountains and waterless desert.
     - Ask him!  He will cure. Just tell no one. - said the Fairy and evaporated.  And outside the window the moon shone, although before that it was not there, and thousands of stars lined up in a path, like someone

spilled milk in the sky.  Arman followed this path.  Walked for a long time.  He trampled three pairs of durable, good leather shoes, worn out iron boots.  He has long been mistaken for a mute dervish.  Children laughed at

him, and adults bypassed.  Compassionate looking into the sad eyes of the young man gave him a crust of bread and milk.  Then he had a smile.  At first he gave milk to a cactus than

very surprised passers-by, and then drank himself.  People said that at night they saw a very beautiful peri and she talked to him, and they cried together.  And in the morning in his hands is again a cactus and no

peri.
     Only at night, after forty days and nights of travel, he reached the lonely yurt of the elder.


                Chapter 7


       The old man looked at him and silently made a nod of his head to sit down.  He sat down on the carpet and no matter how hard he tried not to sleep, he immediately fell asleep.  And the molda took the rosary and began to read the Koran, whispering over

ear.  And finally, swaying in a loud voice, he said:
     - Find living water from a spring near the sacred Mount Arafat and cactus fields, wash it with this water and drink it yourself.  You will see what will happen.
   Armand only out of the corner of his ear heard about Arafat.  I didn't know where he was.  The elder gave him a rosary:
   -Where the source lies, a bead will fall and turn into a flower, -said the mold and fell silent.
      Inspired by hope, Armand went to the spring, and although this path was even farther than the elder's yurt, he passed it in an instant.  So it seemed to him. Or maybe this desire to cure his beloved

did a miracle?
     By morning, on Mount Arafat, which seemed to be a rather waterless and sandy mountain, a bead fell out of the rosary and fell into the sand.  A flower emerged from this bead.

Armand guessed that there should

be water and began to dig.  But she wasn't there.  Then he drew attention to which direction the flower "looks". Its leaves pointed to a source faintly beating out of the ground.
  "There he is! Oh, Creator, glory to you! He took the jug and went to the cave inside the mountain."  It was cold there, water flowed along the rocky rocks as if from above, like a waterfall.
    Armand hastily collected water and was about to walk when he suddenly fell and dropped the flower into the water.  He got scared, afraid of losing him.  afraid that he will break.  He dived into it from above.  In the water column, the flower does not

it is seen.  The darkness covered everything around and a faint ray of light said that he was not here. He did not want to return to the top and, reaching the very bottom, he heard a ringing ringing like a girl's bell

laughter and saw Gulsum
     -My Gulsum ..- flashed through his head and he closed his eyes.
 
               
                Chapter 8

      In the morning Gulsum sat at the head of Arman's bed and watched him sleep sweetly.  She didn't want to disturb his serene sleep.  They have a wedding tomorrow.  All preparations have been made.  Exciting tomorrow

moment in their life.  In the meantime, she just came to visit and found her friend asleep at 11 in the morning!  And then they found out that their neighbor, whom everyone called a witch and did not like for a nasty

character, suddenly died so unexpectedly, but no one was killed for her.
      And Arman and Gulsum had a big, cheerful and happy wedding.  They lived happily ever after.  And they told their story to us, our children, and we told you ..

                the end


 © Copyright: Raisa Karimbaeva, 2013
Certificate of publication No. 213102100978

Zeynep

There are a lot of amazing people in the world, almost all of them are included in the Guinness Book of Records.  Wima Hof the man does not feel cold at all.  He can easily live in ice without clothes, in only shorts.  Moreover, his body does not suffer from the cold.  Scientists examined him and found no changes after he conquered the Himalayan mountain peak without any clothes.  A very flexible Russian girl lives in Russia.  For more than 10 years, she has been keeping this bar.  When you look at her freaks, it becomes creepy.  Debbie is allergic to magnetic fields.  She cannot be where there is a telephone, a microwave oven .. She lives in an area far from cities and villages, where there is no electricity.  This list of amazing people can be continued indefinitely.  But there are also other people - people with an open heart.  For some reason, they do not write about them in the Guinness Book of Records.  But in vain

A girl named Zeynep lives in our house on Shakirova, in the city of Shu.  Whatever a person comes to her, she will always treat him kindly.  Even if he once insulted her, she will always give him a piece of bread without any malice.  So her father taught her, and she teaches this to her son.  She says: "If he shouts at you, give him a piece of bread, if he hits, give him a loaf."
One day Zeynep was walking home from work.  She worked as a technician in a bathhouse.  Very tired.  Suddenly, for no reason at all, a lady pounced on her with fists, accusing her of some kind of horror.  I don’t remember exactly, but it seems she accused her of allegedly spreading gossip all over the district by Zeynep.  And this lady really doesn't like it.  She screamed and swore, she could be heard throughout the neighborhood.  A crowd of onlookers had already gathered around them.  They looked and only threw fuel on the fire.  They wondered how the two women would fight.  They would have fought if Zeynep had not been silent.  But Zeynep was only silent, and when she finished her monologue, she went home without dropping a word.  Zeynep lived alone with her little son.  Therefore, she did not want to show her tears to the child.  She wiped away her tears, smiled and entered the house as if nothing had happened.  A month passed, maybe two, this incident began to be forgotten.  Everything flowed as usual, until there was a knock on her door.  Opening the door, she saw the very person who had pounced on her once.  The person stood with her head bowed.  She was ashamed.  Zeynep let her into the house and treated her to tea.  Met her as a dear guest.  She was even more embarrassed and cried.  She hugged her like a sister and cried.  Over a cup of tea, she told me that she needed money.  Her mother died, it is necessary to bury it, there are a lot of debts and they no longer lend money in any store or friends.  For some reason, at this difficult moment, everyone turned away from her.  And now Zeynep became the last hope.  Zeynep, without hesitation, gave her all her savings, which she saved for an apartment.  She rented a room in the house, there was no corner of her own.  after the divorce, everything went to her husband, and she and her son huddled in the corners.  And these savings, which she had been saving for a long time, gave to the woman whom she did not know well and did not communicate with her at all, without any ulterior motive.  It was just a pity and she helped as much as she could.  To say that she was in shock is nothing to say.  She asked Zeynep?  "Why are you helping me, because I beat you a little then?"  To which Zeynep simply smiled and said that she did not hold any grudge against her.  So he and Zeynep became best friends and are still friends.


 © Copyright: Raisa Karimbaeva, 2014
Certificate of publication No. 214060801136
Plagiarism

  Plagiarism
chapter 1
  Victor had been surfing the Internet for an hour.  Looking through news selections, cursing to himself because of the absurd, as it seemed to him, sometimes even stupid actions of the government of his native country, rooting for her with all my heart, I came across an article about Ukraine's attempts to enter the European Union.  Regretting the rupture of the former friendship and, in general, About the collapse of the Soviet Union. Realizing that there is no way to return the past, Viktor sighed deeply, but unable to contain himself, hit the keyboard hard with all his might. When the pictures on the monitor jumped up and down, and  the voice of the announcer died out tightly.  and in a split second the image disappeared altogether, showing a black blank monitor screen. He was scared in earnest.  Pressing all the keys from fright, shedding sticky sweat and regretting.  that I had not read the article, I unexpectedly got to the site "Literary Genius" after the monitor turned on.  Victor did not touch anything else, but read the notes.  In the "Literary Genius" another competition was held for the prize of a free publication of a book.  The excitement was no joke.  thousands of small and large, good and not so stories of different authors, old and young, poured out on the pages of the site.  Scrolling through the pages, he completely forgot about the news he had read before, Victor delved into one of the not very bright notes.  "A heartbreaking story to tears" - announced the advertisement for this wonderful work, and below is the story itself about the drama of family relations, about how a husband is cheating on his wife And the late understanding of his wife that her husband still loves her.  True, understanding comes after the death of her husband in an accident.  stories like this have filled the entire internet and there is no need to read and end, because the end is already clear.  Victor wouldn’t have noticed him if not one "But."  In the story, a hint of mysticism is indicated, and he loved mysticism, especially all kinds of ghosts at night.  And he went deep into reading.  The story of a young writer and self-taught, an amateur in this matter was entangled to the point of tediousness by repetitive episodes and filled with the heroine's mental anguish.  a banal female story written by a woman.  Victor was looking for mysticism.  Where's she?  And here:
 "" In a black-at-black room there is a black-at-black table, and behind it is a black-at-black man.  And how he grabs the heart with bony long fingers:
 -Give my heart !! _ ominously repeats someone in a black hood, so large that the face is not visible at all, only the eye sockets sparkle with an ominous blue flame ... "
-Stop.  I have already read this somewhere, Victor thought, without having read the story to the end_ But where? Without thinking exactly where he read it, Victor already writes in the comments under the story that he saw it somewhere.

  The next day, he received a thousand messages, complaints of an offended woman about his remark.  She wrote that she did not plagiarize at all and would never do it, that two authors can write the same works, being in different parts of the world and not knowing or guessing about each other, and everything in the same spirit.  Another message was that he cite evidence of plagiarism.  Puzzled, he was looking for a similar plot in Odnoklassniki, looking for a long time in 225 groups.  Tired, desperate to find, he stumbled upon a similar story, but with a different heading "Last SMS" The story seemed familiar to him was "The last word." The difference was in the paragraph at the beginning of the story. "" He brings her coffee in pastels and her every day  it got bored, so that she began to snap back and make a displeased, offended look .. "In the story" the last SMS "2 was like this:" Every day he sent her an SMS "I love you" and she got tired of it .. "One word changed  that's all.  Isn't that plagiarism?  But the offended author thought differently and was not satisfied with any arguments.  In order not to quarrel with the woman, knowing that there would be no point Victor asked for forgiveness, then another, then another.  Finally, a "Class 2" badge appeared under one of the requests for forgiveness.  Finally, having received forgiveness and having decided never to contact the authors of their stories, Victor sighed with relief.  And I forgot about the incident.
  Victor lived alone in his apartment on the third floor.  Odnushka brightly lit by the sun.  Was a 24-year-old bachelor doing a part-time job?  then one will fix the light, the other will paste the wallpaper or stab the old woman with firewood.  I took as much as they would give. I was shy about asking for the price.  The former vocational school-shnik electrician was single by education.  Who needs guys without money and without a car.?  So he was sitting alone in his little one.  And a couple of times he brought his friends, but when they saw the modest dwelling of the bachelor, they left under some pretext and never appeared in his life again.  tired of these failures, he completely forgot about them.  Work - no - all his business. Yesterday mother came from the village to visit her only son and, as always, brought a bunch of goodies of various preparations.  "How emaciated" - thought my mother, his wife would "- sighing bitterly and with some despair took the cake out of the oven. They drummed at the door with such force, as if they were in a hurry and were afraid that a hundred of them would not be allowed in or suddenly would not be heard.  there was his surprise when he found behind the threshold a police squad and that same woman of 40-45 who was offended to death. She shouted in his face as soon as the door was opened for her: "Bastard !! How could you !! _ tearing his face in  blood and choking in tears, she screamed with a heart-rending cry.
_ You are accused of libel.  According to a new law passed in 2000, you will face imprisonment or a fine of one million rubles.  such is the amount of moral damage to this citizen ...
 "We've arrived ..." thought Victor, "Mom will worry .. She has a heart .."
 -_ the court delivers a 10-year imprisonment in a general regime colony ..- the judge rapped out and everyone applauded approvingly, shouted, "Bravo," As if the court had left a maniac murderer with a sense of accomplishment.  He was taken out under escort, bound in handcuffs, unable to justify himself, unable to defend himself.  There was reproach and regret in the mother's eyes.  Her father supported her by the hand and whispered something soothingly in her ear, but she did not listen to him.  she watched as her beloved and only son was deduced as a murderer or a thief in law.
 “It’s his own fault,” thought Victor, “I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. Is there any truth in the world? And who needs it?” He was pushed out and taken away, in front of the crowd, without removing the handcuffs. The woman, offended to tears, rejoiced, defiantly  and looking at him victoriously.  Victor dropped his gaze.  This is not the time to argue.

  The cold and damp prison cell where Victor was imprisoned was full of people.  In three floors of bunks for the plump, the whole room lay and sat, not knowing what to do with themselves, people, covered with dirty, half-starved, brutal faces, lost in the darkness of their souls.  In the middle of the room was a salted iron quadrangular table nailed to the floor.  On the table are dirty cups and bowls in the corner.  the most distant toilet, one for all, completely crammed with "porridge" and stinking throughout the room so that it crashed into the nostrils as soon as you walk in from the street.  The soul was gone.  The lousy and dirty "patients" stared at him insolently and with curiosity.  A heavy, iron door with a tiny window at the very top slammed shut with a bang.  That's all your new life ... A hole was cut right under the ceiling of the cell, completely covered with a grating, so that you could not pull it out and run away.  Through a tiny, narrow window, a dim light shone down, falling down the walls black with dirt and soot, slipping onto the floor as dirty and cold as the whole visit.
_ Look, newcomer! '' One of the crowd said sarcastically, and thousands of dirty faces followed him.  Curiosity surged. "Now there will be a circus" - read on the faces.  someone pushed him in the side with an iron fist, thereby pushing him closer to the chieftain .. The tight circle quickly retreated him.  Everyone was waiting for what would happen next. The ataman quickly took off his new leather boots with one movement of his hand and pulled on himself, but the lights creaked on his paws, treacherously sticking out his dirty toes. Victor laughed.  It was very funny to see this picture and the puzzled face of the leader.
 _Ha-haha- laughter broke the silence.  and then a strong, lightning blow to the jaw made him shut up, spitting out black blood.
 _You will wash the toilet, Today is your turn. - ominously muttered the chieftain.  - Everybody disperse.  What have you not seen! ”He said, giving a sign for everyone to disperse, throwing their boots aside.
  - I won't.  Victor muttered quietly.  It was disgusting.  A full toilet bowl of shit .. Ugh.
  What?  - asked the ataman and added, "How will you! And tomorrow, too, and generally keep your mouth shut!"
 _ I won't!  Victor repeated firmly.  And then he received another blow to the jaw.  Spitting out a knocked out tooth, he tried not to take his eyes off the chieftain and wanted to strike back like ..
 _ Look, you furry! - roared in the crowd and another blow sent Victor to the knockout.  He didn't wash the toilet that day.
The next morning he was woken up with a kick in the side.
 _ Come on, come on up.  The toilet is waiting for you! 1- said the chieftain amid general laughter.  Circus They were just bored.  Word by word a fight ensued. A healthy fat and clumsy prisoner named Ataman stood against a thin Viti.  He could have flattened him to the ground in no time, but the nimble and resourceful Vitya escaped the blows dexterously and quickly. But still the Ataman managed to crush him under him.  It happened at the moment when someone called Vitya's name.  HE looked around and got hit, and then another.  In a split second, the brutal crowd dragged him to a corner full of buckets, the same one.  Laughter, laughter.  Finally, there is something to entertain the bored crowd.  Only Victor didn't want to be a clown.  And when his face was almost at that very corner, beside himself with anger and injustice, remembering everything, he tore out the reinforcement sticking out from the wall and shouting "Who is the first, well here" rushed to the numb crowd.  At that moment he crippled someone. They didn’t touch him again. Until ... And life flowed in a calm channel.
  chapter 2
. After the trial, my mother gave up.  She was very worried about her son and no matter how hard his father tried to console her, he did not guarantee anything.  She cried and sighed, then withdrew into herself, then suddenly regaining consciousness from oblivion, resting her head was going to run somewhere, look for someone, and call somewhere.  Then again, remembering all the hopelessness, she began to cry, wail, and after being exhausted, fall into memories, leave this world somewhere far away, where she felt good and was not anxious.
 _ Vitenka! - she called her son, be careful not to fall, do not break your knee ... - she said to the invisible little son and smiled, glad that he had walked around the puddle ...
It was hard for my retired father to watch and he drank softly.  "How stupid it all turned out .." he sighed .._ Oh ,. "

  Maria, Mashenka, a neighbor from the 14th apartment, was very sorry for Vitya and his parents.  She saw from the window how he was taken out of the apartment in handcuffs and to the end believed in his innocence.  She supported his old mother as she could?  she consoled her, cleaned her rooms, went to buy groceries .. Nina Stepanovna really liked Mashenka and she even saw a young 18-year-old girl in her daughters-in-law .. But Victor considered her a little girl and did not notice.  And in vain, because she always loved him, from childhood and has already grown and become an adult, as she herself considers herself.
  chapters 3
  Offended to death, Lola looked down victoriously at everyone. Like admire, to touch, you will also find yourself there !!.  Only she knew that she copied almost the entire story, correcting it in several parts and that's it.  But is this plagiarism?  Just think, slightly altered .. She was pretty herself.  Good girl !!  She also received compensation for moral damage.  I had to sell Victor's apartment to pay for him.  Money !! - That's what Lola loved the most, And where the fuckers are, there is money.  Oh!  how offended she was !!  Beyond words_- Lola burst out laughing, leaning back in a leather chair.  All around run errands and look into the eyes.  Ha-HaHaha !! A couple more times to do this and you can live like cheese in butter !.
  ... The rain was pouring outside the window like a bucket.  After late spring, he was gone for a long time and the earth was all dry and cracked, dotted with many cracks and wrinkles ..
chapter 4
  Victor was waiting for his parents in the meeting room .. He was covered in bruises from fights, he tried to hide them by pulling on the hem of his shirt, as torn and unhappy as he was.  He defended for two days, not humiliating himself and was ready to defend for another week, if he had strength for a year.
 - How are you, son? - Mom asked, looking into the eyes of her son - Did they beat you? - Noticing bruises under her eyes, she asked.
 - No ... What are you .. I'm fine .. How are you?  Does the father drink?
 - Everything is fine ..- Mom smiled- Here's a present brought ..- she said quietly, smiling at her son.
  chapter 5
  - About Goodies, said one of the inmates, grabbing the bundle and throwing it on the table.
 “Well. I’m not sorry. I’m not greedy.” - thought Vitya, heading to the table.  In a crowd, all surrounded the table, they began to look at the presents and greedily devouring them, and when the chieftain threw pieces of the pie to them, laughing, they picked them up and chewed them. From his pie Vitya got only crumbs.  But he was not a bit offended. The ataman, throwing the photo of Masha, whom she sent in the place with the gifts, burst out laughing and lay down on the bunk, instantly falling asleep.
Surprised by the surprise, Vitya looked at the photo and put it in his shirt pocket.  "Wow .. Grew up" - he thought, dreaming and smiling.
  _ Wake up !! - shouted at half past six, to work !! - everyone jumped out of their beds and a minute later lined up in the corridor.  They were taken to the quarry.  Gouging stones and carrying them on their backs, stacking them in heaps, where the stones were picked up by a truck and taken away in an unknown direction.  And all this was done under the tireless eye of people in uniform.
Faster, Faster.  Hurry up!  they shouted every 5 minutes.  And not to sit down, not to turn around.  Immediately you will get in the face. Angry and tired, they returned back. With one of the inmates, Serik, Victor even made friends like this at the quarry.  They helped and supported each other.  He empathized with Victor, said that soon he would be released under good behavior.  So they whiled away the time together.  We also read it.  Here in the library there were classics and also spiritual literature: the Bible, the Koran.  Vitya read avidly.  Probably, this support of a friend and family did not let him go crazy.

   Serik himself sat down for cutting off someone's ear during self-defense.  Excess self-defense, or maybe sat down for fraud.  Nobody really knows.  And he himself does not speak.  And Vitya doesn't ask.  Who cares!  all in shit up to their ears.
chapter 6

  Lola has made millions by doing more tricks like this.  But greed ruined her.  She had to get out of the country, but she went to the casino.  There, on the roulette wheel, I lowered everything.  At the beginning, she won another 12 thousand dollars, but then fortune turned away from her and within half an hour everything and lost under a clean even owe, throwing her face into the mud right into the puddle.  Lola still shouted something and threatened them, everyone, but no one listened to her, And in the morning people in black came and once again "reminded" of their duty, hanging a couple of bruises under their eyes.  Frightened and discouraged by what was happening, not saying anything to anyone with the last remaining 100 dollars, Lola waved abroad, but she was caught by the police and imprisoned for fraud.  It turns out she deceived decent citizens by promising millions for dubious deals.  That's how the fish got caught.


As promised, Victor was released for good behavior.  He never left his comments anywhere else.  Silence is gold!


 © Copyright: Raisa Karimbaeva, 2014
Certificate of publication No. 214060200804

New Year's Eve Dream

I want to sleep all the time and can't wake up. No matter how much I sleep, it's not enough for me.  Sleep pulls me in, fascinates me with a fairy tale, envelops me in its arms.  Peaceful, serene, calm, happy dream. A dream where a fairy tale begins.  It’s as if I’m running away from reality, alienating myself from the reality of what is happening. At first I tried to fight sleep, forced myself to do gymnastics, worked around the house, turned on loud music.  the TV hummed with the latest news.  But this is enough for half an hour, and then I fall asleep again.  My head is heavy, my eyelids are filled with lead, and I, snuggled up, fall asleep serenely like a child.  And all the same, that things are worthwhile, that you need to run somewhere for some reason, that the phone is bursting.  Let them then reproach me for my hopelessness.  Let it go.  This will all come later.  Until then, I'll sleep.

     .... A sixteen-year-old girl, having read the last lines of her letter to someone unknown, fell asleep right at the desk.  The through wind rushed into the room through the open window, ruffled her golden curls and gently stroked her back, cooing in her ear: "Little princess, a prince is waiting for you."  And the fairy tale of New Year's Eve began.
        At the ball, in a luxurious hall, strewn and decorated with thousands of lights, balls and fireworks, everyone was present: rabbits, squirrels, Cinderella, and Pierrot, and Malvina, Snow White, the Snow Queen and her beloved aunt the Good Fairy.  Everyone has already gathered.  The orchestra played magic music and everyone spun in it, laughing and joking with each other.
  Only the young prince got bored at this evening.  He was expecting her, his princess.  And she should be about to come. How the heart beats !!


 © Copyright: Raisa Karimbaeva, 2013
Certificate of publication No. 213091801353

Poems.  Translation from Russian

I will take the wind with me


I will take the wind with me
and in a distant life thoughts of you
I will save everything, breathing you
in defiance of their fate.
I will resurrect the day in my memory
when I met you by chance
and followed you like a shadow,
I loved secretly and sighed.
In the languor of hopeless sadness
looking for solace in longing,
and a big travel suitcase
I collected in an instant
I will take the wind with me
keeping a secret hope
and in the distance with one prayer
I will fall asleep lovingly.


 © Copyright: Raisa Karimbaeva, 2015
Certificate of publication No. 215110501545

I can't shut up for a minute


    I can't shut up for a minute
      and don't write to you
       and don't scream in a row
       a hundred times a day the same word.
      I love you with all my heart and soul.
      I love you and believe only in you.
      You are like my clear sun
      my star in the stillness of the night.
      My love and pain, and completely longing,
      she is joy, happiness, air for me.


 © Copyright: Raisa Karimbaeva, 2013
Certificate of publication No. 213091800685

Who brags about what


Some are beautiful in appearance, some are money,
the fat moneybag boasts of connections,
  and the one with a hump, thoroughbred horses,
  winged whatever comes to mind.

From gold glittering in the sun
  I don't know where to go.
And that child embroider timidly on the cloth
as a gift to mom that the soul is happy.

Simple cornflowers came to life before our eyes,
from such beauty my eyes water,
and a happy soul flies up,
  when he tremblingly tries to confess

  happy mother, having presented this gift,
without waiting for the due March 8,
  to make her hard day much more fun,
  he sewed it secretly on the back desk.
 


 © Copyright: Raisa Karimbaeva, 2019
Certificate of publication No. 219021801000

Don't yell at mother


Do not shout at your mother even if she is wrong, and you are right!
Even if it buzzes like a fly all day and all night.
Even if you have completely different morals,
   and you often run away from scandal ...

  Don't yell at your mother!  And she, too, is tired ...
  Worried about you, I was worn out and did not sleep at all ...
  And when I came home from work hungry and very tired
I put the most delicious piece on your plate with love.
Dressed like a doll in the latest fashion,
  but she doesn't even remember when she bought a beautiful outfit ...
  She still keeps all the photos in the old chest of drawers:
   here you are at school, kindergarten, but the pioneer squad ...
 
Birthdays, holidays and just ordinary days
  began, you remember, with sugar buns and pies.
  Isn't this a sign of Sacred, Pure Love?
   Take care of her, because no one else can replace your mother.
 

What we have achieved today is due only to her:
  all diplomas, awards and podiums.
  It was she who inspired us to become taller and stronger.
  This is her endless kindness, love and care.


 © Copyright: Risa Karimbaeva, 2019
Certificate of publication No. 219042901175
Crying Earth
Risa Karimbaeva

Nature cries, Earth cries,
  there are no forests, flowering fields ...
  It's just a dump, you can't help but notice
smokes like hell, stronger and stronger.

Mountains of sawmills rot in the rain
  the wind blows away scraps of newspaper ...
There was once a squirrel house here,
  now the non-rotting package hovers ...

The animals are gone, all the birds have scattered,
  is no longer heard at the dawn of the nightingale.
  Sun rays sharp knitting needles
  stab into the eyes of passers-by.


The river is an outlet for clear water,
once saved a traveler on the way,
  withered in the sands, withered completely ...
  Now you can't find a sip of water ...

Desert lands instead of forests
smoking dump instead of fields
spread as much as about a hundred hectares,
  it smokes stronger and stronger.


 © Copyright: Raisa Karimbaeva, 2019
Certificate of publication No. 219052300485

Doll and Soul


I look at the dolls and admire!
  How beautiful beauty is!
All worshiping her like an idol,
more and more often they forget that there is a Soul.

The rich world captivates and attracts souls,
the well of kindness knows no bottom!
And if someone even hurts with a word,
  then a tear seeps into my eyes.

It happens that tears are invisible at all,
  all wounds are hidden deep inside.
Weight is not important, even if small,
  but let there be beauty of the soul.

  And then the world will bloom in Spring,
  will forget wars, disasters and famines.
And everyone will be happy that he lives
not knowing what emptiness and cold are.


 © Copyright: Raisa Karimbaeva, 2019
Certificate of publication No. 219102101341

About life


How fast life goes ...
  Years fly somewhere ...
  I'm standing on the balcony
and looking nowhere ...
The night fell quietly
  the moon shines brightly
  touching lightly
she lights up
a million bright candles
  a million bright destinies
  that rain on the ground
  or as if by the wind,
fly by in a moment
  leaving no trace
  just a feather, a whiff
  touching slightly ...
And then for a moment,
  interrupting your run
  looking for light and hope
  in great confusion,
  in a hurry to decorate
  the outgoing century.


 © Copyright: Raisa Karimbaeva, 2019
Certificate of publication No. 219092100413

Ball of masks


The masquerade ball is no longer New Year's,
  it passes every day, every hour.
Walking under the mask is now in vogue
  and the mask adorns us more often,
  hiding pain, resentment, cowardice,
a fluttering heart wounded in blood,
  ready to forgive love generously
  for sweet honey, covered with all the pepper,
  for those beautiful but lying words,
  for the dreams that crashed at the threshold,
  for the fact that I once met you,
  not knowing that there is nothing sacred in you.
  The masquerade ball is no longer New Year's,
  it passes every day, every hour.
  We put on a smile at the entrance
into the huge world that surrounds us,
  just to survive in this world,
  not to be torn to pieces by wolves in the wild,
  we are smiling, everyone should sing sweetly
  and, hiding the soul, play other people's roles.

 


 © Copyright: Raisa Karimbaeva, 2019
Certificate of publication No. 219092200705

Allah


  The elusive horizon is painted with gold
the wind barely sways the leaves falling asleep,
the sky is ready to open its black and white umbrella,
  with a great secret embracing my soul.

  Everything in the world happens the way you want only!
  The sun and the moon replace each other in Your appointed time.
  The birds are singing, declaring their love to you.
  Even deep in the hole, a mole worships You.

  My heart is beating with faith in You.
  Not knowing you are tired, you make your dreams come true
   in return, never asking anyone for anything,
  and from you we learn to forgive our offenses.

I don't ask for anything - nothing about myself
  only secretly pray for him.
   wherever he is, give him light and heaven on earth
  and do not leave him alone in trouble.
  My heart bleeds when I look at him
  the only one, my dear in the whole immense universe!
  I can't even live a day without his smile ...
  How many hardships he had to endure on this perishable land ...

Give him Alla a wife with a beautiful soul,
  which will shine the moon next to him,
  and when he says "I love"
she will hurry to the edge of the world after him.
May they have a bunch of happy children
  like flowers blooming in the spring in the steppe,
  day by day getting closer, dearer,
  Let them explain to you in secret love.
  And Alla save them from evil and adversity,
  that like rain showered the whole immense earth.
  May spring and love always reign every year
and more often you hear a sincere, kind "love".

  May Allah protect all our relatives and friends!


 © Copyright: Raisa Karimbaeva, 2019
Certificate of publication No. 219092100522

Live!

  Live no matter what!
Let with a broken wing, but fly!
  This world was created by God himself!
  Created for Happy Love!

  How much happiness is in your eyes!
  How much light is there in one smile!
  These stars are all yours
  given to us by fate itself!

  Roses bloom in the morning
  hurrying to bring the scent
  so that you open your eyes
suddenly felt the spring cascade.

Every day for you alone
  the wind removes the roads,
  scattering golden leaves
  the outgoing warm summer.

I know you can hear me
  wherever you are now
  I sincerely wish you Good,
so that Spring reigns in the heart.

  I wish you love
that mutual and sweet as honey,
when moths soar
  and my heart sings with happiness.
 


 © Copyright: Raisa Karimbaeva, 2019
Certificate of publication No. 219091601077

The words

How many beautiful words are like the wind
  fly lofty, gently caressing the ear,
  and the halo above the head of the angel is so bright,
  that the beholder is breathtaking.
  Look at it, now it will evaporate,
  soaring into the sky, spreading its wings.
  And I want to fall in love with his words,
  forget for a moment that he is playing with dust.
  Forgetting that the word together with the deed
  do great miracles in truth,
  and the word is sincere, skillfully chosen,
will heal the soul that is all tormented.


 


 © Copyright: Raisa Karimbaeva, 2019
Certificate of publication No. 219092200654
Wolf

I want to run far far away
where there is no one else
and look at the moon there for a long time ...
and howl ... But alas, I can't ...

Let the gray wind carry away with it
  all heavy thoughts that hang like a mountain,
  bursting into the heart with a breath of ice,
  so that a sick soul turns into ice.
  Tormented by the pain she has inflicted
  that hour after hour it becomes stronger,
filled everything from edge to edge
  and threw herself into the heights, lifting up foam.
  And may winter come as soon as possible
  the kingdom of cold, eternity, sleep,
so that the soul finds peace
  and she could spread her wings.
 


 © Copyright: Raisa Karimbaeva, 2019
Certificate of publication No. 219092900539

Everything will be fine!

Everything will be fine!  -
  I've been telling myself since morning.
Fell, nothing ...
  Most importantly, she is still alive.
  Most importantly, relatives are nearby:
  mom, brother and sister
and dad is at the computer -
  he has a game in the morning.
  "For" - any of my tricks,
  crazy thoughts of mine.
  We get into all the alterations
  responding to the call of the soul.
  Even if no one sees
a rattling light ahead
  the first ray my dad will see
  it was so from an early age.
Well, mom was always there
  and when we wake up, we look for her.
  Seeing us off with a look
  gives his blessing.
  I'm still grateful for the faith
  what Allah gave me
for spring, winter and summer
  and for forgiving me.


 © Copyright: Raisa Karimbaeva, 2018
Certificate of publication No. 218122100900
Shu steppes

We will sell the apartment soon and leave.
Let's say goodbye to you soon.
  if I had free will, I would not go anywhere.
  So I would admire you.

My steppe, how beautiful you are
even on this dull winter day!
And in the spring everything burns in bright colors
and in the cool of the apple tree canopy.
  I look more and more at the road
  but in my soul I am far away ...
  There, at my mother's doorstep,
  breathes freely and easily.

I remember picking apples in the garden
and the dog, barking desperately,
  chased us away, and we are in the heat
the neighbors dropped apples.
  To us those apples seemed sweeter than honey
  even though they are completely green!
One cow accompanied to the gate
  and the puppies squealed joyfully.

Childhood is a fairy tale from dawn
  there is no sad end.
  Childhood is the middle of summer
  when the water is warm in the Chu river.

We will sell the apartment soon and leave ...
  Let's say goodbye to you soon ...
  If I had free will, I would not go anywhere,
  I would admire you.


 © Copyright: Raisa Karimbaeva, 2018
Certificate of publication No. 218121400787

The night will be long ...

I want to dream -
  they say you can't.
  I want to fly -
  me the same thing.
The wind rushes in the face
  the heart is saved by faith.
  Life is nothing
  if you do not believe in victory.
If you don't believe at all,
  that you can fly off a cliff
  hug the sky before
as you fold your wings.
If you don't believe at all,
  that the sun will rise over you
  scattering a dark shadow
  that a big cloud has hung.
  The wind is tearing my wings
  but without him flight
seems like gray dust
and the heart does not sing at all.


 © Copyright: Raisa Karimbaeva, 2018
Certificate of publication No. 218121400964

Our town

  Sails quietly across the wide steppe,
  barely alive, in memories ...
  Soar in the sky like dream stars
hope does not melt into flickers.

Cold and dark, chilling blizzards ...
  And yet, spring is alive in his heart!
  And quiet rustles, gentle sounds
no, no, yes they are carried from afar.

Then the river suddenly wakes up and throws off,
  rearing up like a young horse.
  With its eye it will cover the whole
  u flies behind a blue mountain ..
  A thin sprout, breaking through the ice,
  reaching for the sun, hoping and believing
  and the sun answered him, smiling
gives another whole week.

The winds will soon howl again
  a whole snowdrift will pile up.
  Well, until spring is in the field
  and ice in the morning.


 © Copyright: Raisa Karimbaeva, 2018
Certificate of publication No. 218121400696

Storm wind
Risa Karimbaeva
What a wind!  It is already breathtaking!
  Look, he will blow all the roofs off the houses!
  And flying into the sky like fluff
you hear the sea sings and breathes!
  How the heart beats excited and strong
  flies headlong contrary to fate!
And the wind blowing across the face
  all breaking off the wings,
  silent, is born in your soul.


 © Copyright: Raisa Karimbaeva, 2018
Certificate of publication No. 218121400573
Against the wind

The cold wind mixed with dust,

the leaves fly anxiously across the ground.

Looking for the warmth of God's creatures

but ice lurked in my soul ...

A sip of suns ... Just a sip ...

Soul hungry for the sun ...

Small, delicate, frozen flower

stretches to the height barely ...

The wind rages, knocking you off your knees,

does not let me raise my head ...

Subtle scent of flowering fields

comes from afar.

There, far away, is the kingdom of Spring,

happiness and joy and summer!

Heart flies in hope, in love

warmed with quiet joy ..


 © Copyright: Raisa Karimbaeva, 2018
Certificate of publication No. 218101300654

What to put on a profile?

I think I look stupid: smile from ear to ear
  and a gullible child's gaze - look at the candy, don't regret it ...
And everything around so shines and smells sweetly of flowers ...
now that and look I'll fly away after the clouds.

And what should I do with myself - this is how I am and I will be.
Throughout life I fly like a moth, I do not hold grudges and will quickly forget ...
Or maybe take and throw everything away, put some kind of rose?
And it seems that you are and it seems that you are not .. frost scratches at the heart ...

Or tulips, an armful from the fields and butterflies to them in addition?
The heart will become easy, more fun .. Or let the rain cry?
But no .. for others everything is decorous, beautiful: both the look and the newfangled outfit ..
  where there is an armful of wild flowers and a singing wind, free ...


So I've been sitting for an hour already .. and what should I put on my profile?
  Well, they .. was .. nor was .. I'll put ... wild-growing potatoes!
  Let it grow in full view, lighting a smile in their hearts,
and let everyone remember who he was and his roots.


 © Copyright: Raisa Karimbaeva, 2018
Certificate of publication No. 218061401197
My Kazakhstan

Thoughts swirl like a fat wasp swarm in my red-hot brain ...
  I can’t hide, I can’t run away from them anywhere ...
Oh, the land of my ancestors, my homeland, about you alone
  I suffer and suffer, and cry from pain in anguish.

Not being able to touch your birch trees,
  in the pre-dawn dew that sway freely in the light wind,
  I wander in a fog, sorting out my prayers,
  that someday I can still meet with them.

I will fly like a bird across the free, wide steppe.
  Never catch up with my steed
  and I bow to the flower, confessing my great love,
I will fly to heaven to the very bottom.

  How beautiful is the blooming, bright steppe in spring!
  Do not look at it with one glance, do not pass by!
  And having hugged her, I want so much, I want to sing!
  Take me away with the wind, my good raven!

I will never forget the light whisper of silk herbs,
  that in the expanse they float like a blue-blue sea.
So I want to drown, embracing every blade of grass,
  and fly into heaven, forgetting the tearing grief.

  I will never forget you, my Kazakhstan!
  Even there, on the edge of a vast, vast universe
  I will always remember, lifting on a pedistal
  as a great shrine, the very first.

How much blood has been shed on this vast land!
  Almost all of my ancestors lay down to protect you
  until the sun rose over your horizon,
  banishing confusion and black, rainy days.

You bloomed like the first tender spring flower
  in the middle of the winter cold, surprising, delighting me!
  And, without fear, raising your petal to the sun,
  you give people hope and faith by loving.


 © Copyright: Raisa Karimbaeva, 2018
Certificate of publication No. 218031501059

***

When you wait, you are not alone
beloved next to you
  let the years separate you
and kilometers with a hook,
let fate scream and tear
  that you are not destined
  let it be winter outside
  il autumn is all the same.
Let the rains fall
tearing off the carved sheet
  and slanting eyes behind
  mockingly empty
and all the rumor screams in pursuit,
that he forgot you
crumpled up an evil resentment in my heart,
  burn inside yourself.
Who didn't wait how to know
that he will come to you
  whoever loves knows how to wait
even a whole century will pass ...
Illuminating with hope, faith
every gray day
you open doors to the light,
  driving away the shade,
  and the sun will joyfully pour in
with a bouquet of red roses,
your love for you will return
  from the world of dreams and dreams.

 


 © Copyright: Raisa Karimbaeva, 2017
Certificate of publication No. 217091600462

Don't kill the swans!

Silence.  The city is sleeping.
Only the lights are burning bright
None of the people ... Not even birds ...
Only the lanterns swing ...
like bright beads
  all twinkling beckon and beckon ...
Either longing, or sadness
  everything covers me more often ..

A light wind calls for it ...
  I'll close my eyes for a moment ...
I hear the surf again ...
swan, distant click ...

How beautiful.  they are graceful!
I can't take my eyes off them!
  Their hearts are so pure!
  They teach us a lot ...

If suddenly, by the will of fate,
  they say she will die,
  then He will die of longing,
  will cry, suffer without end ...
He will not find peace anywhere,
will only circle everything around
and increasingly reach for the ground,
  describing his circle over the sea ...
All calling and calling for me
  trying to wake up everything from sleep,
  not resigning himself to his fate,
  not resigning ... to the end ...


Don't shoot the swans, please!
  How beautiful and pure they are!
I have not met yet in humans
  I am so pure Love!


 © Copyright: Raisa Karimbaeva, 2017
Certificate of publication No. 217072500539

Under the lantern ...

Under the dark cover of the night
there is golden snow.
  Under the lantern among other things
there is one person.

What's wrong with that, people?
He's been waiting here for someone for a long time,
  and the wind is all for the sake of boredom
  drops snow on your face ...

Then suddenly it will scream strongly
waving branches of willows,
dripping in icy rain ...
  And he stands silent ...

Will cover the paths with snow
  almost nothing is visible ...
  Love already seems to be delirium
there is no trace of her ...

And suddenly, amidst the blizzard and blizzard
  she stands, full of happiness!
Even though the streets are already empty
  for them spring has blossomed!


 © Copyright: Raisa Karimbaeva, 2016
Certificate of publication No. 216111901631

Husband and wife.  Joke

It's like my wings are broken ...
  I don't know what to do and where to put myself ...
I take, then throw, then I shake off the dust,
  all corners inadvertently trying to touch ...
  Sometimes I accidentally hit someone,
  unable to keep the spiteful tongue ...
  I keep looking for something to replace someone,
  I look straight ahead and do not see right next to it ...

And I can't hear ... I can't hear anything
  and I don't want to understand the explanation at all.
  My "roof" has moved from love,
  well, but he doesn't notice me ... Why?
  I walk with a shadow and throw handkerchiefs
  right on the floor, under his feet ...
  So as not to wipe their socks with them,
  but he saw that love in me,
  which everyone writes about and often dreams about
  at dawn and moonlit night
and dreaming heavily about their beloved sigh
and when they meet they swear in love ...
  So I go and throw my handkerchiefs to the ground,
  I also send sweet pastries to him.
I wrote all the leaves in verse,
  about love dedicated to him alone ...
Well, and he .. They say I don't see anything, I don't hear ..
Yes, and those letters, they say, did not receive at all ...
My "roof moved" from love
  I do not sleep at night, do not drink and do not eat ...
I go up to him - he runs away,
  can send roses somehow to him ...
Suddenly notice, I don't even know
  how to tell him that I love him.
  Here is stuck to the Internet and sits all day
and does not eat, and does not drink, and sits like a stump ...
So we walk one after another all day long
me and he - my beloved and affectionate ... stump.


 © Copyright: Raisa Karimbaeva, 2016
Certificate of publication No. 216102400962

Hypocrisy

Nobody needs you and me
  - only to mom, brother, sister.
No one needs you and me -
only Allah thinks of you ...
We only trust him with our secrets,
your grief and your happiness ...
In this world it is not desirable extremely
flaunt linen ...
We all wear different masks
just put on a smile and go!
And even threats and caresses
take back our place ...
And coming home late at night
after such a frontline battle
we need to think, but nothing
who we will become soon with you:
that despicable macaque under masks
which everyone laughs at
and which is threats, caresses
earns food for himself
or still keep our "I",
not ashamed of his face,
with a firm step forward,
throwing the truth in everyone's face?
Only nobody wants the truth
only the truth prevents everyone from living ...
and it tastes very bitter
better to drink flattery in barrels ...
This flattery is like honey
and she is beautiful and sweet,
and let it be backwards
we walk, barely getting out ...


 © Copyright: Raisa Karimbaeva, 2016
Certificate of publication No. 216101200516

Daughters-sons

  Chapter 1. Four lines

Write me four lines
on paper or in the snow,
  these same four lines
  I can't live without
  about love, about hope.  about faith,
about the dawn of a sunny day
  about happy spring greetings,
about autumn leaf fall
  and how the mountain ash turns red
  among the bare trees in the forest,
  and how sweet raspberries are,
  collected in the summer garden ...
  Nothing is pity for you!
  If you want, I'll give you a hundred cans!
I collected all the pebbles at sea
  and put the shell one ...
  In that package I am sending you
  warm, blue sea is big,
  so that in the cold with the winter moon
  it warmed the soul with itself ...

Write me four lines
  on paper or in the snow,
  these same four lines,
  without which I cannot live ..
Only in them I feed strength
  I will move mountains with them!
I wait like the dawn, like the tide
I keep letters in my heart ...

Don't be sad, mom, that I live so far away ...
I know you'll get up early ...
  I know you are waiting a lot ...
I will come to you as soon as I can ...
The whole world I lay on your burdens ...
Only a week will pass - I'll take a vacation
and at dawn I will fly to you myself ...

My mother is dear, my dear mother!
  I love you so, miss you so ...
  And I will repeat a hundred times and confess again
  that I love you, my dear!

Chapter 2 Daughters-sons

First you send letters and less often meetings ...
and completely forgot, leaving one ...
And now you are standing with your shoulders lowered ...
And it's too late to come and there is no one at all ...

Children of the world, take your mother to live with you!
You take care of her, you take care of her!
  Don't be left alone in cold walls
  turning life into tears and dust ...
  Endless grief will take hold of sweat
  and don't forgive yourself, and there's a lump in your throat ...
  Nothing to return, it will be too late
  and the dreary plot will remain in my soul ...

  In the meantime, she is near, and while she is here
  and alive, talking or just silent
  you are strong, you are as mighty as a mountain of a hundred pounds!
  Nothing hurts, nothing hurts!
  Because he doesn't sleep at night and day
  your mother the Almighty tirelessly prays
and in his prayer he constantly asks for everything,
so that Allah does not leave her children to their own devices ...

Call your mom soon
  and whisper in your mom's ear quickly,
what is more important, she is alone in the whole world,
  that she is beautiful like spring
that your love for her is very boundless!

Call rather dreary autumn ...
  Like a bright sun she is waiting for a call!
After all, in the cold walls, all day long ...
  You call her - she will smile!
  And spring will reign in my soul again!


 © Copyright: Risa Karimbaeva, 2016
Certificate of publication No. 216100500579
Mistake
Risa Karimbaeva
I write and all the verses are in error
  and my life is in mistakes.
Sorry, I'm stumbling ...
  Well, not life - one flour!

I don't know how to fix it ...
Rip out a leaf and start over?
  I create, I destroy, I break ...
  and I write like a lame chicken ...

I repeat them again, again
  day after day starting over ...
  Every day I scold myself!
  It can be seen, however, that there are not enough mistakes for me ...

Here again - one at the trough ...
   The same rake ... hardly came ...
These are covered only with gold,
the essence is still the same ...

I run so fast without looking back
  I'm in a hurry to do everything,
while that rocker still hangs
and the roosters did not have time to sing ...

Only late and the train left
and left me in a grudge ...
  Nothing ... I'll come by plane,
  I'll still get to you!


 © Copyright: Raisa Karimbaeva, 2016
Certificate of publication No. 216100401607

Look ...

I sit and my soul is broken ..
I sing, but no voice is heard ..
I so want to embrace you with my wing
  support, but nothing came of it ..
  Like a block of ice
  you keep looking down somewhere ...
  Look how the skies are reddening!
  How the aspen leaf soars!
  He is on his last flight
so embraced the earth with my soul,
and we cry in vain
  and go around it ...
  And he loves in the hour before dawn,
dying to sing about love,
  even heavy and unrequited
  will still sing from the heart,
  glorifying her to heaven
  on that last flight,
  and the forest has long since turned gray,
and the sunset became blood-copper ...
  He sings that he loves us all
  giving myself without a trace,
  and prophesies success to everyone,
  other benefits and great prosperity ..
  Only this is not the main thing in life!
  Money is just empty rubbish!
  It's a pity that wisdom only comes to those
  who is already beyond the line ...
 
 


 © Copyright: Raisa Karimbaeva, 2016
Certificate of publication No. 216100401120

Car joke

Ah, you are my car, you are my dream!
How long have you been waiting for me dear!
  And how I waited!  You are only one in the world!
I ran to you so worried ...
How beautiful you are!
The eyes burn and the heart trembles so ...
So let me hug you!
  I saw a prophetic dream today ...
  Oh, my heart hurts so much!
I kiss all tenderly hugging
He whispers something in your ear, says ...
  Everything for you, beloved, dear!
  My heart hurts - you have to leave ...
But we'll meet soon - I swear!
As long as the tengushka doesn't fall ...
yes, it would not hurt to dig in for the future ...


 © Copyright: Raisa Karimbaeva, 2016
Certificate of publication No. 216091700566

Call
Raisa Karimbaeva
I'm desperate .. I don't know how to be ...
  And my hands are broken ... I don't know where to get the strength ...
And I want to vomit and howl like a wolf ..
  But I am silent and I suffer in silence ...
   And there my enemy sits behind the wall ... my friend ...
  my former friend, now he is a sworn enemy ...
He stabbed me in the back with a knife suddenly
  and threw down ten pieces of gloves ...
  Challenging who is stronger, higher
he nose plows the sky with might and main!
And I keep crying and the rain is knocking on the roof
slowly rocking my pain ...
  But I won't give up!  Do you hear!  I will not Give Up!
  You want a challenge!  It will be so and know!
  I won't give in to weakness
   and you better not play with my feelings!
  I will be strong and happy
  and I will definitely reach all heights,
and I won't grieve for you for so long,
  and the sun will definitely rise!
  It will rise above your head, spreading the rays to the sides,
grief, shining into a thousand luminaries!
Cherished dreams will come true.
  I know where to get so much strength!

 


 © Copyright: Raisa Karimbaeva, 2016
Certificate of publication No. 216092800958

Student joke

It's great to be a student!
  After all, students are the future of the country!
  And even though parents are scratching their heads
  emptying their wallets.
  Student life is wonderful
  sometimes dangerous
sometimes even insidious,
  she's still the nicest.

Student life flows smoothly, smoothly,
  a student sleeps at boring lectures -
after that freelance party
he couldn't think of anything better ...

Student life is full of fun
  guitar strumming, singing,
endless jars - jams,
  the commandant constantly hiss ...
  These are the tears of first love
this is the news of the first spring,
these are the first natural flowers,
  these are your first dates ...

And when the session starts,
  secret knowledge is revealed,
remembers as the great Messiah
what he did not learn at all earlier ...

After all, the student is not drowned at all,
  he has nine lives in general!
Dodgy cats happen!
  Reapes without beginning and sowing!

 
 


 © Copyright: Raisa Karimbaeva, 2016
Certificate of publication No. 216090300652
You do not like beautiful and glamorous ...

You do not like beautiful and glamorous,
they have a callous heart inside ..
Under a thick layer of lipstick and powder
hide their flaws.
They smile sweetly, flirtatiously,
short skirts above the knee ...
They can even be very welcoming,
completely imperceptibly capturing you.
They arrange all the nets so gracefully
and like a spider waiting for their prey ...
In the world they walk under the guise of "lady"
and you are in a hurry to put your hand ...
And you take the first blow
whether it be rain or hail or snow ...
She says smiling: "I am yours .."
But a minute will pass and the trace is lost
as soon as it gets to the most important thing -
to gold or silver
and there is no more sweet nectar,
and there was only one T-shirt ...
You do not like beautiful and glamorous
they have only one thing on their mind ...
Under a thick layer of lipstick and powder
hide what is in their souls ...


 © Copyright: Raisa Karimbaeva, 2016
Certificate of publication No. 21603280065

When there is no internet

Mayl ru disappeared somewhere,
he is not online all day ...
I lay dumbly on the couch,
I couldn't access Facebook at all ...
So I wandered around all day long,
taking a step from wall to wall ...
Outside the window, a bird sat on a branch,
the cat looked from the side
A strong wind suddenly rose
he drove all his clouds ...
The cat climbed on a branch here,
and chicks are sitting in the nest!
 - What an infection!  Here is a brute!
I'll ask him now!  -
took a mobile phone so unseeingly
and at the cat I threw myself ...
And the mobile flew by
hit the bull's-eye!
The cat fell off the branch, screaming!
My throw was very accurate!
March 11, 2016


 © Copyright: Raisa Karimbaeva, 2016
Certificate of publication No. 216031200393
What's more important?

In our world there is no more important than gold,
kindness and honor are inexpensive.
Only he alone is worshiped by all
and on everything and everything they decide.

Do not surprise with theft, robbery ..
Every day more and more familiar to us ...
In thoughts of often killing someone
for a whim, for a hundred grams ..

We roll head over heels to the bottom
bogged down with their heads in a swamp ...
but I think I have only one thing for you:
we will die in this "flight"

And before it's too late
our past hasn't hit hurt
boomerang did not hit menacingly
on top of my head that breathed so freely.

There is only one thing we need to understand
This is not difficult.  You will understand.
  Our life is a blank canvas
and it must be lived in flight.

And go through life with a dream,
surprise and give good to everyone,
  find your place in the sun
and live with a pure soul ..


 © Copyright: Raisa Karimbaeva, 2015
Certificate of publication No. 215012401290

Wait for me

      

     Wait for me, there is a little more to wait
     just a little more, a couple more years
      and i will get back to you as soon as possible
      on the wings of happiness, joy, victories.
    Love me as sincerely as possible, as passionately as possible
    lighting the light with love
     and without fear of suffering and publicity,
      your song verse will come to me.
     Don't forget the name or the songs.
    With you my light, with you I myself
    and the queen of all heartfelt gossip and even the one that overthrew mountains for you.


 © Copyright: Raisa Karimbaeva, 2013
Certificate of publication No. 213102601317

Why can't we be together?

   Why can't we be together?
   Why?  I cannot understand.
   Why, as always, am I left alone
     and a loved one is like a ghost
         will go nowhere?
    Only dreams with me ..
     Only solar circle
       blinds around
     and calls for him,
     promising peace ...
     That blissful peace ..
    I don't need peace!
    I want to be with you!
   I tried to forget
     about everything, about you,
     but in love I went far with my head.
     ... And now on the ground ...
      I came down from heaven
      found herself alone
      and emptiness all around ...
       What about me?
       How should I live without you?
     This cold all around ...
      Terrible cold all around!
      Sleep takes me away
       in gentle, tender May,
        in May, when we are with you ..


 © Copyright: Raisa Karimbaeva, 2013
Certificate of publication No. 213091800995