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The post-adviser nodded approvingly and postponed the newspaper.

- Vladimir Andreevich so angry at the peak currency, which sanctioned the B-Bala device and will personally participate in this performance. In my opinion, not even without pleasure. As a "Shah-Sultan", we were issued a failed beryl from the Mineralogical Collection of Moscow University. Without a special magnifying glass, it is impossible to distinguish it from the emerald, but we are unlikely to consider our chalm in a special magnitude to someone, is it not true, tulips?

Erast Petrovich pulled a white Parchova Chalma with a hut box with a big green stone, turning, and so, and so straight faced dazzling glare.

Anisions admiringly whimple - Chalma and in fact there was a pure look.

- And where will we take Zuhra? - he asked. - And this secretary, like him, Tarik Bay. Who will be?

The chef looked at his assistant not that with the urbar, not so with regret, and the anisions suddenly realized.

- Yes you! He painted. - Erast Petrovich, do not destroy! Which of me is Indian! I do not agree with anything, at least complaint!

"You are, tulips, put, agree," Fandorine sighed, "but with Masya will have to tinker." The role of the old cormality is unlikely to give him to taste ...

On the evening of February 18 in the noble assembly and in fact, all Moscow came out. Time was a fun, reckless - the carnival week. In the city trawn from a long winter, the city was celebrated almost every day, but today the organizers were especially parted. The entire white staircase of the palace was in colors, powdered lackeys in pistachio camsoles and rushed to pick up the shoes dropped from the shoulders, Rotonda and Manto, came from the halls the wonderful sounds of Mazuriki, and in the dining room were tempting to crystal and silver - there were tables to the banquet.

The Lord of Moscow, Prince Vladimir Andreevich, who performed the role of the owner of Bala, was tightened and fresh, with men of gentlemen, with ladies Galanten. However, the Governor's general governor was not a true center of attraction in the marble hall today, but its Indian guest.

Ahmad Khan I liked everyone, especially the young lady and ladies. He was in a black chape and white tie, however, the head of Varbed White Chalma's head with a premium emerald. Iscin-black beard of the Eastern Prince was trimmed in the last French fashion, the eyebrows are curved by arrows, and a bright blue eyes looked at the dark-blue face (it was already found that the mother of His Highness is a Frenchwoman).

A little rear and on the side modestly stood the secretary of Tsarevich, who also attracted considerable attention to himself. Tarik Bay was not so coming as his master, and the article did not come out, but, unlike Ahmad Khan, he appeared on the ball in a real Eastern costume: in the embroidered bathrobe, white shanvars and gilded, with bent noses of shoes Without backs. It is a pity that the secretary did not say any civilized language, but only the questions and appeals only put his hand to the heart, then to the forehead and lowered.

In general, both Indians were a miracle as good.

Anisions, they are not spoiled by the attention of a beautiful floor, completely worn - a flower garden gathered around him. Twitched the young ladies, discussing the details of his toilet, and one, the premium Georgian Princess Sophico Chkhartishvili, even called Tulipov "Pretty Arapchik". It was still very often the word "poor woman" sounded, from which Anisiy Guso Krasnoy (thank God, was not visible under nut ointment).

But so that it was clear about the nut ointment and the "poor girl", you will have to return a few hours ago, by the time Ahmad Khan and his faithful secretary were preparing for the first leaving.

Erast Petrovich, already at a molar beard, but still in a home coat, an anxia checked. At first, I took some kind of bubble with dark chocolate fluid. Explained - the infusion of Brazilian walnut. Thread thick spider oil in the skin of the face, in the ears, forever. Then she glued a thick beard, heded. She clicked another, like a goat, but also rejected.

- No, tulips, Muslim from you do not work, - stated the chef. - I hurried with Tarik Bee. We had to declare you to the Hindu. Some chandragupta.

- Can I have one mustache, without a beard? - asked the anisions that had long dreamed of a mustache, which he had grew somehow unconvincing, beams.

- Does not rely. On Eastern etiquette, this is for the secretary too much fading. "Fandorine turned the head to the left, to the right and stated. - Do not hurt anything, you will have to make you eunuch.

I spoiled the yellow ointment, I began to rub in the cheeks and under the chin - "So that the skin is disintegrating and collecting to the fold." Examined the result and now I was satisfied:

- Real ENU. Exactly what is needed.

But on this test of Tulipov did not end.

"Once you have a Muslim - the hair is a lot," said the admission counselor.

Anisions, combat transformation into Eunuch, the overturning of the head of the head is badly. Brill Masa - deftly, the sharpest Japanese dagger. Erast Petrovich smeared the brown rubbish naked Anisiev skull and said:

- sparkles like a p-gunner core.

Put with a tassel above the eyebrows. Eyes approved: brown and slightly diagonal, just right.

Massed to wear loud silk pants, some kind of patterned Katsaveuka, then a bathrobe, on a bald macushkin and the stupid ears overtook the turban.

Slowly, on the angry legs came an anxies to the mirror, waiting to see something monstrous - and was pleasantly amazed: the picturesque Mavr was looking at the bronze frame on him - nor a acne, nor hopping ears. Sorry, it is impossible to roar in Moscow.

"Ready," said Fandorin. - Just spread your hand and neck with ointment. Yes, the ankles do not forget - you have been walking in flippers.

With ripped saffian shoes, which Erast Petrovich was nervously called slippers, it was difficult with unaccustomed. Because of them, an anxies on the ball and stood that the idol. I was afraid that if she was stronned, some of them would definitely fall as it happened on the stairs. When the Beauty-Georgian asked in French, whether Tarik Bei will not with her the tour of the Waltz, the anions was rebuilt and instead of, according to the instructions, silently glue the Eastern Bow, stuck - quietly shed:

- Non, Mercy, not dance PA.

Thank God, other girls, it seems, His mutters did not disassemble, not the situation would be complicated. None of the human language Tarik Bay would not understand.

Anisions turned to the chief concerned. That for several minutes talked with a dangerous guest, the British Indologist Sir Marwell, a boring gentleman in glasses with thick glasses. Divecha, on the top platform of the stairs, when Ahmad Khan turned out with the Governor-General, he who excitedly whispered (Anisions I heard scraps): "Brought it is not easy ... And how did an indologist called ... not to put up - a baronet ... but how can you expose?"

However, judging by the peaceful conversation of the Prince and Baronet, the exposure of Fandorina did not threaten. Although anxies in English did not know, but heard frequently repeated "Gladstone" and "Her Britannic Majesty". When an indogenous, having fun at the checkered handkerchief, departed, Tsarevich aggravaturingly - a short gesture of dark-in, pulled his hands - called the secretary. Said through his teeth:

- Rent, tulips. And Polaishov with her, do not look beech. Just do not overdo it.

- Who is Paula? - in a whisper was surprised by anions.

- Yes with the Georgian of this. It's her, you don't see? Well, through.

Tulips looked around and measured. For sure! How it did not immediately understand! True, the lottery young lady has become dark-oxus, her hair was now not golden, and black and twisted in two braids, the eyebrows were drawn to the temples, a charming mole from somewhere. But it was she, surely she! And the spark in the eyes flashed exactly like then, from under Pensne, before the desperate jump from the window sill.

Put! Arrows the aunt over a fake tetraka!

Quietly, anxies, quietly, not scared.

He put his hand to his forehead, then to the heart and with all the eastern ceremony bowed to the star-eyed chavernice.

Platonic love

Not charlatan Lee - that's what it was necessary to check first. It was not enough to run into a colleague, who also arrived at the tour, the fatty Moscow geese to tap. Indian Raja, Emerald "Shah-Sultan" - all this Rakhat Lukum gave a somewhat larger.

Checked. For whom to whom, and in the passing of his Bengalic Highness did not resemble. First, nearly immediately it was seen that the real royal blood was seen: in the posture, according to the maneurs, on the lazy favorance in the gaze. Secondly, Ahmad-Khan started with Sir Marwell, famous Indian, so by the way, in Moscow, such a highly conversation about the internal politics and religious beliefs of the Indian Empire, that the Momus was frightened, as if he would not give himself. In response to a polite question of the Prince - what a respected professor thinks thinks Suttee. And his compliance with the true spirit of Hinduism, "I had to translate the conversation on the health of Queen Victoria, to portray a sudden attack of sneezing and runny nose, and then reter to all.

Well, most importantly, Emerald shone so convincingly and appetizing that there was no trace from doubt. Would take off this glorious green cumen with the chalms of a noble Ahmad-Khan, cut into eight sweaty pebbles, but to drive every thousand one hundred to twenty-five. That would be a matter!

Meanwhile, the secretary has been processed. He says that Tarik Bay, though eunuch, but in the decollete, the with the eyes of the eyes regularly and in general to the female semi is clearly not indifferent. Mimochka in such matters can be believed, they will not be cheating. Who knows them, as it is there with ENUOV. Maybe natural desires do not go anywhere, even when the possibilities are lost?

The plan of the upcoming campaign, which the Momus had already dubbed the "battle for Emerald", was formed by himself.

Chalma all the time in Raji on his head. However, at night he, it is necessary to assume, removes it?

Where is Raja sleeps? In the mansion on the sparrow mountains. Therefore, there is a moment and need.

Governor's Governor's Governor is designed for honored guests. From there, from the mountains, a wonderful view of Moscow, and the yawaks are less annoying. The fact that the house is in the severity is good. But the villa guard the gendarme post, and this is bad. To climb at night through the fences and then to fly under a sliding police whistle - a bad tone, not at the moment.

Eh, so if the secretary was not eunu, everything would work out where how simple. Loving Georgian Princess, the desperate head, would cause Tarik-bey at night a secret visit, and being in the house, I would have found a way to get into the bedroom to Raja, to spend, did the emerald hang around on Chalme. Further - the question is exclusively engineering, and in a sort of engineering Mimi owns a great deal.

But from such a turn of thoughts, even even an absolutely speculative, droopped the black cat in the heart of the black cat in the heart. He for a moment introduced a mim in the arms of the magnificent shoulder-heemed, not eunuch, and quite the opposite, and did not like this picture. Erunda, of course, Slyuntyness, but also you - he suddenly realized that he would not go, the simplest and most natural way, even if the secretary had the opportunity to coincide with desires.

Stop! Momus jumped out from a written table, at which he was sitting, bold with his feet (so it thought it was thought), and went to the window. Stop Stop Stop ...

At the Tver solid flow, the crews rolled - and Sani, and the carriages on the studded winter wheels. Soon spring, slush, the great post, but today the bright sun shone, not hearing, and the view from the main Moscow street was cheerful and elegant. The fourth day, as Momus and Mimi, moved from the "Metropol" and settled in Dresden. The room was smaller, but with electrical lighting and telephone. In the "Metropol", it was impossible to delay further. Slyanka clapped there, and this is dangerous. It hurts an incomulible man. On the responsible, one can say, a secret position, and the picture is indulge, and still measures does not know. Well, how will his sliced \u200b\u200bMr. Fandorine, or who is the other from the bosses for Falda, how should I shake? There is no, gentle by God protects.

Well, "Dresden" Hotel is glorious and accomplished opposite the governor's palace, who after the story with the Englishman was a moment as a native. You look - the soul warms.

Yesterday I saw on Slyunkov Street. Partly approached closer, even the shoulder was hidden - no, did not recognize the writer in the long-haired France with a nafabreneous forces of Marseille Kommersant Antoine Bonifatyevich Dari. I mumbled Slyanka "Pardon" and went on myself further, bent under the powder.

Stop stop-stop, repeated my myself. And whether it is impossible to shoot two hares here - that's what idea came to his mind. That is, if more precisely, someone else's hare is shot, and not to substitute on a bullet. Or, expressing otherwise, eat fish, and do not climb into the water. No, it will certainly be like this: the innocence of observance and capital acquire.

And what, it could even happen! And it was successful. Mimi said that Tarik Bay understood a little in French. "A little bit" is just as much as you need.

Since this moment, the operation has changed the name. She began to be called "Platonic Love".

From the newspapers it was known that after lunch, the Indian Highness loves to walk around the walls of the Novodevichy Monastery, where winter attractions are deployed. There are also ice skating, and wooden mountains, and the Balagans are different - there is something to see an alien guest.

The day, as has already been said, it turned out a real, passenger-bright, light, frost. Therefore, walking around a frozen pond from an hour, Momus and Mimi was pretty frozen. Momchka something else. Since she portrayed the princess, he was in a squirrel fur coat, in a clutter of the hood and with a clutch - only the cheeks were dirty, but the moomow was made to the bones. For the benefit of the case, he smoked an elderly Eastern Duaney: she clutched thick, threw up on the brow's browse, the upper lip was deliberately disrupted and emphasized, I planted the hemp - that your rampant in the frigate. A handkerchief, from under whom fake braids were hanging with a smarter, and the hunger Katsavika on top of the long castor salop got bad, legs in the felt feels of Merzley, and the damns of Raj did not appear. To win Mimi and do not bother yourself, Momus took the singers of contralto from time to time: "Sophico, my nanile trunk, your old Nyanya froze" or something else like that. Mimi jumped, tapped on the ground whipped legs in scarlet shoes.

Finally, His Highness deigned to arrive. Momus was still published noticed indoor, upholstered Sani blue velvet. On the irradiation next to Kucher sat the gendarme in the sheel and the front helmet with plume.

Wrapped in a sable of the prince slowly walking along the rink, whitewash a high turban, and looked at the fun in the northerners curiousness. For Highness of the seed, a low chorenny figure in the ram of Tulupus to heaven, a round boat cap and chadra - it is necessary to assume the devotee of Zuhra's cormal. Secretary of Tarik Bay, in the drape coat, from which Schalvara Belli, lagged behind: they began to stand at the gypsies with the bear, he would stop near the merchant a hot shot. Rear, depicting the honorary guard, marched an important gray-headed gendarme. It was on hand - let them take care of future nightlife.

The public has shown a fair interest to a colorful procession. Those who are simpler, revealing their mouths stared at Basurman, showed a finger at Chalm, to Emerald, on the closed face of the Eastern Old woman. The net audience behaved tactical, but also curious might and main. Having waited until Muscovites are lying to the "Indians" and return to the old fun, Momus lightly pushed mimo in the side - it's time.

They moved to meet. Mimi made His Highness Easy Revenue - he nodded graciously. Secretary, she smiled happy and dropped the coupling. Even, as was supposed, rushed to raise, Mimi, too, squatted and the premium collided with the Asian foreheads. After that, a small, quite innocent incident, the proceedings naturally lengthened: the prince was still ahead in royal solitude, the secretary and princess, then two elderly oriental ladies, and closed the march of the gendarme with a red nose.

Princess animatedly blocked in French and ringedly sharpened, so that there was a reason to grab the hand of the secretary. Momus tried to tie a friendship with the honorable zuhroy and began to show her with gestures and interjections with all kinds of sympathy - in the end they have a lot of common: both old women lived, other people have fed. However, Zuhra turned out to be true Fouria. It was not for the rapprochement, only angrily quochetal from under the Chadra and another, a bitch, a short-handed hand of Mahala - Go, they say, go, I myself am in myself. One word, dicking.

But the mimo with the eunuch everything went as it should not be better. Having waited until the seed Asian finally suggests the lady's constant support in the form of a shovel of his hands, Momus decided that for the first time he was enough. Caught up with his ward and sternly lost:

- Sophico-Oh, my dove, I have time to drink tea home, smoky.

The next night "Sophico" has already taught Tarik Bee to ride ice skating (what the secretary showed uncommon abilities). Ehnuch turned out to be supplemented in general: when Mimi lured him for the Christmas trees and, no matter how accidentally put her chubby sponges right towards his brown nose, did not shine, but obediently smack. She then told: "You know, mome, I feel sorry for him. I hugged him at the neck, and he was all trembling, a poor thing. Still, atrocity so people suffer. " "The Lord of the Brief of the Lord did not allocate the Lord of the Lord," it was fruitlessly answered this stalemus. The operation was scheduled for the next night.

In the afternoon, everything went like oil: the insanely in love with the princess, completely lost his head from passion, promised to his Platonic admirer, that at night will bring him a visit. He fell on the elevation of the senses and the Union of Loving Hearts in the Supreme Sense, without vulgarity and dirt. It is not known how much of what was said to the Asian, but he was clearly delighted and explained in Loman French that exactly at midnight will open the garden gate. "Only I will come with a nanny," Mimi warned. - And I know you, men. "

Tariç Bay hung on it and sighed Gorky.

Mimi almost messed out of pity.

Night from Saturday on Sunday was a moon, star, just time for a Platonic novel. At the gate of the country's governor Villa Momus released the cab driver and looked around. Ahead, for a mansion, a steep descent to the Moscow River, the back of the Vorobyevsky Park, to the right and left Dark silhouettes of expensive cottages. It is necessary to leave then walk: through the acclimatic garden, to the livingly Sloboda. There, in the restaurant on the Kaluga highway, you can take the top three at any time of the day and night. Eh, to shake with Bubakers in Big Kaluga! Nothing likers - emerald sinus will warm.

They knocked into the gate conditioned bedtop, and the door immediately opened. It can be seen, an impatient secretary so stood, waited. Low bowing, the gesture was enaning. Passed snow-covered garden to the entrance. Three gendarmes were on duty in the lobby: drank tea with rams. At the secretariat and his night guests looked at curiosity, the sun-shy wachmaster shaked and shook his head, but said nothing. And what is his business?

In the dark corridor, Tarik Bay put his finger towards her lips and showed somewhere upstairs, then folded his palms, attached to his cheek and closed his eyes. Yeah, it means highness already cleans, excellent.

In the living room, the candle was burning and smelled with some kind of eastern incenses. The secretary sat down Dueno in a chair, pushed a vase with sweets and fruits, bowed several times and muttered something nehrescent, but the meaning of the request, in general, could be guessing.

"Ah, Deti, Dati," Momus complacently comprehensively and shook his finger. - Only BEZ nonsense.

Lovers, holding hands, disappeared behind the door of the secretary room to indulge an elevated, Platonic passion. Slimming the whole, Merin Indian, frowned Momus. I sat down, waited for the eman as he was carried away. Ate a juicy pear, tried Halva. Well, perhaps it's time.

It must be assumed, the Lordsky chambers are there, behind the white door with stucco. Momus went out into the corridor, climbed and stood so with a minute so that his eyes were accustomed to the dark. But then moving quickly, silently.

Opened one door - a musical salon. Other - dining room. Third - again not that.

I remembered that Tarik Bay showed upstairs. So, it is necessary to the second floor.

I slipped into the lobby, silently ran into the elusive carpet staircase - the gendarmes did not look around. Again a long corridor, again a number of doors.

The bedroom turned out to be a third left. The Luminous Luminous Window, and the Momus disrem to know the bed, a fixed silhouette under the blanket and - cheers! - White holmik on a bedside table. The lunar radiance touched the chalms, and the stone sent a shimmering ray to his eyes.

Stepping on tiptoe, Momus approached the bed. Ahmad Khan slept on his back, closing the face of the edge of the blanket - only black hedgehogs of cutting hair were visible.

"Bai-Bayushki-Bay," Momus whispered gently, putting it by the ethnium right on the stomach of the peak currency.

Carefully reached down to the stone. When the fingers touched the smooth oily surface of the emerald, from under the blanket suddenly, a short-tailed, a strangely familiar hand and chain grabbed the stubster for the wrist.

Having screamed from surprise, he jerked back, but where there was a hand held firmly. Because of the edge of the slit blanket on the domus, there was no big-eyed, squinting the physiognomy of Fandorinsky Camnediner.

- D-long dreamed of a meeting, Monsieur Momus, - he ran away from behind his back, mocking voice. - Erast Petrovich Fandorin, at your service.

Momus wrapped around and saw that in a dark corner, in a high Voltaire chair someone sits, thumping his leg.

Chef fun

- Dz-Zy-Zy-Zy!

Piercing, the inanimate sound of an electric call came to the admissioning Anisiev of consciousness from somewhere from afar, because of the thirty lands. At first, I didn't even understand the tulips that this phenomenon suddenly supplemented the already incredibly enriched picture of God's peace. However, an alarmed whisper from the darkness led the blessed agent to the feeling:

- ON SONNE! Q "EST QUE CE?

Anisions jerked, immediately remembered and released from soft, but at the same time surprisingly chain hugs.

Conditional signal! The trap slammed!

Ah, as not good! How could you forget about the debt!

"Pardon," he murmured, "Tue de Suit."

In the dark, groped his Indian bathrobe, squeezed his shoes with his legs and rushed to the door, without turning on a persistent voice, all asked some questions.

Jumping into the corridor, locked the door with a key to two turns. Everything, now I will not stop anywhere. Non-easy room - with steel lattices on the windows. When the key creaked in the castle, he also crossed the heart, but the debt is debt.

Anisions rippled the slippers along the corridor. On the top platform, the stairs looked into the hall of the corridor the moon snatched from the darkness rushing towards the white figure. Mirror!

Tulips on the moment froze, trying to see your face in the dot. Fully, is it, Anishka, Dyakonov Son, Brother Idioti Sonya? Judging by the happy brilliance of the eyes (nothing else could not be seen) - it's not for anything, but a completely different, unfamiliar anxia man.

Opening the door to the bedroom "Ahmad-Khana", he heard the voice of Eraste Petrovich:

- ... For all the leprosy, answer in full, Mr. Jerot. And for the Rysakov banker Polyakova, and for the "golden river" of the merchant Patrikeev, and for the English Lord, and for the lottery. And also for your cynical entrance to my address and for what I am on your grace, the fifth day of the nutty tincture smear and I go to the stupid Türban.

The tulips already knew: when the Advisor stops to stutter, the sign is bad - either Mr. Fandorin remains in extreme tension, or damn evil. In this case, it is obviously the last.

In the bedroom scenery was so.

The elderly Georgian was sitting on the floor near the bed, her monumental nose was strangely shot the side. Rear, fiercely entering the rare eyebrows and militantly pouring hands in the sides, rumped out Masa, dressed in a long night shirt. Eraste Petrovich himself was sitting in the corner of the room, in a chair, and tapped on the armrest of an unemployed cigar. His face was impassively, the voice is deceptive to lazy, but with such concealed thunderpackers that anxies entered.

Wrapped on the entered assistant, the chef asked:

- Well, what a bird?

- In the cage, - the younger showed the tulips and waved the key with a double beard.

"Duenya" looked at the agent's triumphantly raised and skeptically shook her head.

"Ah, Mr. Enun," said Krivonosaya by such a doubler, rolling baritone, which anxies shuddered. - Blahi to your face. - and showed, vile carga, wide red tongue.

"And you are a Babskaya outfit," the vulnerable tulips snapped, unwillingly touched to his naked scalp.

"B-Bravo," the resourcefulness of the assistant Fandorin rated. "To you, Mr. Valnet, I would advise not to brave." Your deeds are bad, for this time you fell hard, with political.

The third day, when on the guise of "Princess Chkhartishvili" appeared accompanied by Dueni, the anxies initially confused:

- You said, the chef, their only two, peak currencies and the girl, and then there was still some old woman.

"You yourself are an old woman, tulips," said the "prince", ceremoniously crumpled with the oncoming lady. - It's he, our Momus, and is. Virtuoso masking, you will not say anything. Only legs for women are too large, and the look hurts hard. He is he, he is a darling. More than no one.

- Take? - Anxially whispered, pretending that she was shaking the snow from the shoulder of Mr.

- For what? Well, the girl, put, was on the lottery, and there are witnesses. And this is no one knows in the face. For what to arrest it? For the fact that the old woman dressed? No, he, long-awaited, should be caught in all form. At the scene of the crime, with political.

Honestly, tulips then found that the post-expert advisor wisdom. However, as always, it turned out in Fandorinski: the alerts were caught on Chuchcheko, and fell across all the form. Now it will not work off.

Erast Petrovich chirped a match, reckled a cigar. Spoke dry, hard:

"Your main mistake, the gracious sovereign is that you have allowed yourself to joke jokes with those who do not forgive ridicule.

Since the arrested was silent and only concentratedly corrected the nose, Fandorin found it necessary to clarify:

"I mean, first, prince Dolgoruky, and secondly, herself." No one has never allowed himself so brazenly mocking up my private life. And with such unpleasant consequences for me.

The chief suffered silently. Anxies had a sympathetically left, remembering what Esta Petrovich had to move as long as the opportunity to move with Malaya Nikitskaya to Vorobyev Mountains.

"Well, he was tested deftly, I don't argue," continued, taking himself in his hands, Fandorin. - Thinking things you, of course, will return, and immediately, even before the start of the process. This accusation I shoot you. In order not to flutter the name of the Ariadna Arcadevna.

Here, the admission adviser thought about something, then nodded himself, as if taking a difficult decision, and turned into anxia.

- Tulips, if it does not complicate you, then check the things on the list drawn up Ariad Arcadevaya, and ... send them to Petersburg. Address - Fontanka, own home of the graph and the Countess of Obraxinic.

Anisions only sighed, no longer daring to express his feelings. And Erast Petrovich, it can be seen, angry with the decision, which he himself accepted, turned back to the detainee:

- Well, you have not bad at my expense. And for the pleasure, as you know, you have to pay. The next five-year-old, which you spend on the katorga will provide you with a lot of leisure to extract useful life lessons. In hencefight will know with whom and how to joke.

Under the dullness of the Fandorinsky tone of the anisions, I realized that the chef was hoored to the most recent.

"Pa-Azvolte, dear Eraste Petrovich," rejectedly stretched (that is, extended) "Duenya". - Thank you that at the time of the arrests introduced themselves, and then I would have considered you the Indian Highness. What is it from you, will ask, went five years old cavities? Let's check our arithmets. Some tricks, some kind of golden river, Lord, lottery are solid riddles. What is all this to me? And then what kind of things are you talking about? If they belong to the column of Obraxin, then why were you? What are you doing with someone else's wife? Non-good-s. Although, of course, not my business. And if I was accused of, demanding full-time bets and evidence. Evidence of omnivo-time.

Anisions appeared from such arrogance and alarmedly looked at the chef. He undelable grinned:

- And what are you here, let me know, do it? In this strange outfit, in a spontaneous hour?

"Yes, the fool svaled," the curren answered and puzzled his nose. - Hung on Emerald. Only after all this, gentlemen, called "provocation". Vaughn and gendarmes you have a guard at thenime. There is a whole police plot.

- Gendarmes do not know who we are, - without keeping, boasting anions. - And in any conspiracy do not participate. For them we are Asians.

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Part I. Unaccounted factor

Chapter 1. From the fire yes in the hollow

With a trifle, everything, in general, it began. Of course, when you are going to "Firetar", all seven feelings mobilize in full. And here, business, teacher interrogate for fraud. Among other gullible fools gave money to a cheap black caviar. Well, it is necessary to think. So where does this clever teach?

Stas looked into a diary. Gymnasium № 1520 ... A, in Leontievsky, next to the old Murom. He himself, of course, did not find it, the building in Big Nestrikovsky was demolished before the war.

Weather, surprisingly, was sunny. For Moscow Martha phenomenon, right for example, is atypical. You can walk with a pawnian, good, not so far, and then all the lungs in the office traveled.

Senior Sizes Lieutenant escaped the stairs, presented a certificate at the exit and, opening heavy doors, went out into the street. The sun shine already in the spring, and, here, the breeze poured quite fresh. He, squinting, looked right in the sun, fastened to the throat of a zipper on the jacket and slowly went down the steps.

A flock of a laughing female female female cafes in a glass cafe, dropping it, on run, evaluating and mischievous views. Following the pensioner stepped by the pensioner in the "Professorial" glasses, leading a red dachshum on the leash with a destroyed muzzle. From the balcony, Her Gulko welcomed the Basus Black Dog, knocking his tail on the rod fired by his freedom - to see, the old acquaintances. Granny, hurrying to approach the bus embarrassment embarrassing his shopping bag, and she himself, almost knocked down a skateboarder, flew by the torpedo by.

Somewhere, on the verge of hearing, heeded a siren ambulance, hurrying to call. In the air, the SIZE cloud of exhaust from the rolled wave of machines, another hour, and traffic jams will begin. Everyone has their own business and care, no one before him. Leisurely walking on passionate boulevard, Stas thought not about the upcoming interrogation. What is there to break the head, everything is simple, like a baby's ass. From my head did not go out yesterday. The author name was some interesting - Marhuses or the surname? He even "scored" him in Yandex, learning, among other things, that this is some kind of fabulous beast. It was already clear that the writer is a big original.

The book was written in the genre of alternative history. It seems that the entire literary world simply has simulated on this "alternative" - \u200b\u200bshuffle this poor story, who is much. However, the "senior king John the fifth", not as an example of other writers, was written quite interesting. And forced to think, if it went. At least, that our life is a chain of solid accidents. Here, for example, he is sick now, and all the things that he has in production will get Mishke.

Not even, the matter is that the "cohabitant" on the office will be abandoned by his last words. Just the style of work is very different. Mikhail, straight, like a handle from the shovel, working with suspects, suppressed their will. No, not fists. Beaching is the last thing, clean water profanation. Well, forced you to sign a person a protocol, and what? He will sit in a week in the chamber, she listens to experienced "sidelles", talk to the lawyer - and went to the "Treag" prosecutor's office.

The point is not even that the opera prosecutor's and "head hunters" bucket of blood will come. Her and on the controversial reasons suck - only on the road! - A, just, the rogue at the court hearing the same song will sing. And it will be justified, it is not old to you, the end of the XX century on the yard. Humanization, publicity, pluralism and more, God knows how much, every fashionable lighting. Thanks to Enlightened Europe, you might think that before them we soup Laptem Bread.

So, Bradbury, perhaps, in something was right - if in the chalk period to crush the butterfly, you will get "at the exit" of another president. Another thing is that no one for this pattern, of course, will not follow, and will take as proper. She also says with a smart look: "The story does not know the subjunctive ignition." This she herself reported to you, or what?

Brake squeals whipped in nerves, forcing her eyes back. The glittering radiator "Land Cruise" was shot at him inevitably, and time, as if stretched. Stas already felt warm from the engine, the smell of burned gasoline, the car came slowly and steadily, as a locomotive running under a slope. The body did not have time to leave the way, but, here again, the leg fell over the border .... He rushed, that was forces, and suddenly ... straight before his eyes had a snoring horsepie muzzle, in his face smelling a caviar horsepower. The end of the neck hit the chest, knocking out of the lungs of the air. Street worn before his eyes. The last thing he heard, falling on his back, is the selected mat.

Coming to himself, he felt an unpleasant cold on his face, as if he was buried with a muzzle in the substanding snowdrift. Stas tried to brush it cold, but someone kept his hand.

Tempel, young man, "said a calm male voice.

In the head, the rotation was still continued, he opened his eyes, saw a man with a beard clone over him. Light annoyed and Stas again laughed in eyelids.

"The doctor with the ambulance," thought popped up, "lacked in the" Skliff "to raise. That's hell, it seems, nothing is broken. We will hold a week, and then I am a shovel of the ravel. And where did the horse come from? ".

And people standing on him, discussed him as if he was not there, or he was already dead.

See, unearthly.

"Why's that? Native Muscovite, by the way. "..

Mericanis, see. Hit, stricken pants. I saw one of this.

"Is he about jeans, or what?" Found, damn, Dickey - jeans in Moscow. Village, what? Yes, they are in any village. "..

Do not die.

"A, here, hell you, do not wave."

Replacing itself, Stas opened his eyes and tried to sit down.

Tell, learn, it is harmful to move.

Again this, with a beard.

I am harmful to me, "Stas burned, - there is no time.

He hardly rose, listening to himself. The chest, of course, sobbed, but completely tolerant. Darching the pants, he glanced glance at the people standing nearby. The fact that with them "something is wrong," he understood immediately. That's what exactly "not that"? Consciousness gradually cleared and, slowly, it began to evaluate the information that, not stinging, was served.

Now, of course, the most strange clothes to surprise anyone difficult, but that like that, all at once? As if he had fallen into a lot of film on the "old time". Naturally, the cab driver standing next to the whip is dressed as the cabling of the beginning of the century. And the lady with a manto on the shoulders, well, right, to you, a lady with a picture, and next to her opened the mouth of the spacious view of Babyanka in a plus skirt. Nozzles and puzzled scribe of five top Puzzled uncle. They climbed signs from "yat". "Out-in", in turn, stared at him, like kindergartens on the New Year's Christmas tree. Now, of course, what only the services are not ... and the show. Who now is this "retro" surprise? But a bunch of logical "nonsense" grew avalanche-like.

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Opera, looking at the genuine confusion of the State Counselor, has already become thinking - in evil or for the benefit of his appearance here? Junior maximalism he, long ago, did not suffer. And about the butterfly, Ray Bradbury remembered well. And, also, where the road paved with good intentions. One thing he understood perfectly - he will not achieve a complete understanding of the situation. Monarchists will be faithful to the king, regardless of whether Russia will turn into evil or good. Revolutionaries, also, remove Yes, put the overthrow of autocracy, and no nails. And then, for each other, they will take away like spiders in the bank.

Interestingly, an official for special assignments is a big enough "bump" to start your game? Yes, no, - he mentally touched himself, - I went crazy, or what? Cheaper between Szillla and Charibda squeeze. There, and then the chances are more. Yes, what's there, if, to talk about the chances, they have them, like a mouse between two millstones.

"Okay, a colleague," Kosheko yawned, "let's sleep, perhaps." In Kiev, only tomorrow in the evening will arrive. Sovereign after five to six days, only will come. So, that time, I think we have. Yes, how do you like these convenience? You have something, come, progress stepped so far that we, dark and not dreamed.

"How to tell you," Stas answered evasively, "I didn't go to the general cars." In the simple, of course, there is no such luxury. But trains, of course, go faster. Good night, your high stepper.

He, little by little, began to grow into this new old life.

1 Stas did not make a reservation, it is so written in the materials of the criminal case. The fact is that about the 30s ready the XX century, the words "gun" and "revolver" were full synonyms.

Chapter 3. Around yes

The train arrived in Kiev, when the beginning began to try out. Travelers went to Perron. True, it was still fairly light, and the lanterns were not burning.

When they went to the stationary area, they snapped the spooled.

- Where do you learn, gentlemen?

Stas looked back at Arkady Fentsevich - he was never in her old life in Kiev.

"On Funducleevskaya," Hermitage "," he threw carelessly by sitting on the seat.

- And what, the driver does not know, what street is the hotel? - quietly crushed Stas.

"In order for the circles of non-cat, as visits," Katko dismissed, thinking about something with his own.

It turns out that the tricks of the taxi drivers were born until a taxi actually appeared as such. That's really truly, nothing new under the moon.

Realizing that the statistical adviser is not up to him, Sizov leaned back on the soft seat, looking at the streets with interest, for which their verge of the driver. They did not resemble the old chronicles that he had to see. Maybe the fact is that black and white films with unnaturally hurrying characters, they have little reminded these streets with alive and quietly walking in their affairs. Rather, it was like an image from a feature film. Strictly speaking, these streets, what is called, the eye did not cling - everything is forgotten, except that, passersby are dressed a little differently, and there are different spars and carriages instead of cars.

They came out near the hotel "Hermitage", not found by anyone, and passed inside. In a huge hall, he missed the receptionist behind the counter. Upon their appearance, he instantly threw off his sleepy dying and stared at the greatest attention.

- Number for two, - threw a cat, with a careless gesture feeding a passport.

Stas filed his own, noting that the passport of the detective was discharged in the name of the emanced Fadeeva Ivan Petrovich. Apparently, I had enough intrigue between services. If so, the task is complicated by an order of magnitude - it is unlikely that the head of the gendarmerie is unlikely to take them with open arms and will discuss their agents with them.

"I, exactly, did not,", honestly admitted to himself Stas, walking behind the "bosses" on the carpet path in their number.

In the process of further discussion, the operation details found out that he was absolutely right in his suspicions.

"It seems that we do one thing," the chief of the Russian cheek spoke with the annoyance, having taught with a glass of tea in his hands on the luxurious number, "right, it would have concerned something, indeed, secret. The fact that these Re-Evolutions - he pronounced this word with inexpressible contempt. - They knock on the gendarmes on each other, as the crazy dyatlah - the secret of the Polysinel. I hope at least you, at the end of the 20th century, are not familiar with these troubles?

"What there," the opera sighed, "as it were, not worse than you."

- How? - Amazing, Koshko got up like sculpture. - Stop! Did I misunderstand that you have there ... Mmm ... the state of workers and peasants, right?

"So," Stas nodded, feeling himself with a lecturer who was obliged to push the younger group of kindergarten than just communism differs from military communism.

- And who is revolving there, let me be curious? What is there, in workers and peasants, have their own Paria and Patricia appeared?

"You are surprisingly accurately expressed the essence of the problem," Sizov crumbly grinned. - However, they did not go anywhere.

"Yes, ...," Detech shook his head, "poor Russia seems to be not destined to live without shocks.

- Well, who is warned, he is armed.

- What?! What do you want to say?

The Stat adviser Kosko was such a kind, as if he was baulously bubed on the Tekhka Newtono Apple. Opero looked at him with a smile. Untime, he finally realized that he got into this world seriously and for a long time, an understanding came that if you could stop the murder of Stolypin, why not stop the revolution?

No matter how hard it sounds, the task did not seem hopeless to him. Hard, almost impossible - yes! But, as we say - "a little bit" is not considered. Stas was not somehow, there, idealist. Rather, on the contrary - solving some kind of task, he became pragmatic to disgrace. But, as it is neither paradoxically, among the colleagues, the senior lieutenant of Sizov walked a bashless idealist. For the simple reason that Stas, "fallen on the trail," could not stop anything. Except, except, a direct order. Yes, and that.

Jumping from the roof on the roof, penetration into the apartment through the balcony on the seventh floor and other feats created him a reputation, which he, how soberly estimated the Stas himself, did not deserve any way. Best of all, perhaps, it was characterized by one case. Then in the major cities of Russia, just teenage gangs were gained. The fight "District to the District" was, at the time, ordinary work. He interpreted on duty at the department, and in the evening he duty on the "direct connection" reported two large groups of adolescents towards each other, and the estimated meeting should occur, precisely, in their territory. Riot police raise late - they will have time, except that, already in the midst of the closer. Besides, children.

Damn it knows whether the "city" really believed that the special forces would be inappropriate, or simply "dismantled," because she slept this case, Stas did not understand - what's the difference now? What can duty on the department can respond to a mass brawl? Yes, nothing. This perfectly understood both, but one "merged" responsibility to another. And, this "other" exit was two. And both dead-end - neither hell do not do, referring to the fact that in his submission, at the time of the receipt of information, there were only obstacles and drove. Either go there alone and become a victim of a group attack. Even if you are lucky to stay alive and keep the tablet weapon (unless, of course, it is possible to believe that curious youngsters will not take the weapon from the underlying Corpse), long unsubscribing in the prosecutor's office for different stupid issues.

However, Stas came to madness simply. Taking an automatic from the rifle, he left the place of obstacle and left for that very "Randevo point." He was lucky - he accurately calculated that "Skhodnyak" will break out, accurately, in the yard of the school. Having entered there, he calmly came out of the car and, looking at how from two different ends through the fences, the "advanced" began jumping through the fences. And then, as calmly filed the team: "Divorce!" and gave turn up. The teenagers splashed the swarming and incident, thus, was exhausted.

It's hard to say that there was more - luck or calculation. Stas himself adhered to the second version. Management and colleagues, as expected - the first.

- How could you think about children with a gun? Did you go crazy, or what? - In horror, wrote him later by the head of the department.

"Evgeny Savelievich," Stas replied calmly, "everything was calculated: while the fight did not begin, they still consolidated. They are not fools - throw on the machine. On the contrary, it came out on them with an automatic machine. This is an adventure - they will be proud of it will be friends to retell. And the price of this case is three Akaemov's patrons. And the victim is one, the only one.

- Who?! - In horror, cried the "talent" (as called for the eyes of the chef).

"Remember," Sizov grinned, "he had to clean the machine. And if I did not stop them, there would be more of them.

The winners, as a rule, do not judge, and everything cost an oral "creak" of the bosses and from colleagues - oral crowns in a matery form. Here, of course, the situation is more complicated. Stas perfectly understood that the revolution is not a crowd of drunk sailors, under the mood of the winter. Any revolution is, first of all, big money. He knew that the Bolsheviks, Mensheviks, Serc and others were very intensively financed by.

Moreover, not only foreign intelligence, which was needed by stable Russia, like chirre on the ass. So hated by the bourgeois proletariat, which workers and peasants were later fired and saw on lanterns, they also participated in it - be healthy! You can understand them, of course. To arrange the bourgeois republic instead of the self-adjusting urokomine - this is this carrot and industrialists were told. They underestimated the Bolsheviks, which is there.

Accordingly, hence the second important factor - people. More precisely, personality. Lenin, Stalin, and inequate with them, loss are only in the inflamed imagination of the Soviet intellectual. Well, some demand from them. In these, very peculiar arranged, the heads are perfectly joined such conflicting circumstances, such as Churchill's smart politician considered one of the outstanding rulers of "Paranoika" and "Blood Palace" Stalin. However, God with them, sin laugh at poor ..

And Stas perfectly understood that he was losing them in all positions, except for the one, he knew a bunch.

And therefore, looking into the dumbfounded eyes of the Great Deether, he smiled broadly.

- I want to say that we have a chance to save Russia with you.

And, taking a bottle, despite all the etiquette, hesitated his brandy straight into the tea glass and waved his one sip.

In the morning, the Stat Counselor Koshko went on a visit to the head of the Kiev gendarme branch Kulyabko.

"Oh, you would know, Stanislav, as I don't want to make a visit to me," he sighed.

"I guess," Stas nodded, "with the" neighbors "to communicate - a pleasure.

- neighbors? - I did not understand the detective - A! In the sense of the neighboring department? It's funny noticeable, it will be necessary to tell colleagues, will be pretty. Well, you, while walking around the city, or.

"Ah, in fact," I thought the opera, "there was no time to argue. Though, to theater approaches to look. "

Speaking frankly, not too, he believed that Arkady Frantseich with the gendarme would be able to come to a common opinion. The reaction of the latter is quite predictable - thanks for the information and - goodbye! We are professionals, we ourselves, without snotty, let's understand.

This is right, of course, that everyone is engaged in their own case, otherwise it would not work, and the next home of tolerance - you will not understand who, who and for what. However, it is true that "a specialist is like a flux - he is unilateral." The right was the goat rods. And about the fact that the ark was built by a lover, and "Titanic" - professionals, also not told in an eyebrow, but in the eye.

"In general, - grunted, about myself, Stas, walking in the morning streets of Kiev, - on the gendarma nadya, and not a bad thing."

Rassed bass baked the bell, and his voice hung in the air over the gilded domes, which climbed the city, as if helmets of ancient warriors. Not the "weighted" exhaust of the fresh air burst, breathing easily, he looked at the signs on small bears and stores with curiosity. Has served serving people, who worriedly be afraid of late. Slotto the tsok's hooves, the young burned, judging by his serious mind, with the instruction. By bouncing on a paving wheel with wheels, a heavy loaded, his wave, alarm, overtook the brilliant car, was overtaken by the helm of which proudly recreated the driver tightened into the skin.

For some reason, looking at this couple, Stas immediately decided that they were going to the theater. Moreover, they are not just go there, they are flesh from the flesh of this theater. There was something in them, bohemian, or something. Both were high and slender. But, judging by their clothes, sewished, although with claims, but obviously at the town of Girl, to the highest estate they were far away. One had big bright eyes. So big that he immediately, in a habit, dubbed her dragonfly. The second had sharp features of the face and Stas, about himself, marked her a bird.

He was confident that their belonging to the world was defined correctly. Perhaps the view with which both "shrewd" in a tall cute opera. And maybe the same, weightless fluids, which he, as an experienced cop, caught the "upper slightness." Stas, over the years of service in the mentor, you used to trust this feeling. Not once, it saved him from trouble, and a couple of times, exactly, from the right death.

Therefore, not even time, as it should, "to absorb" himself, this is an unexpected invention, he took a step towards the girls. He did not follow, because the theater was already at a distance of sight.

- Sorry, I, God, for, inactivity. Let me introduce yourself - the college secretary of the Sizov Stanislav. You will not tell me how to go to the opera?

They, as if, waited for this. Dragonfly was happily buried, as if he met a long time. Bird, on the contrary, modestly feared. However, at the same time, "gave a jamb" that anyone who understands something in women would understand that if her friend can "take off" in five seconds, counting inhale and exhale, then this one who wants "will" remove. "

"Vika," the biggeon's head tilted.

- Nick, - a friend introduced her to her.

"If you spend a little bit of us," the Bolshaya gladly looked at him, "you will come straight to the opera."

"With great pleasure," Stas bowed halane, adapting to him. - You can see the ministers of the music for the vest. Oh, Music! Melpomen, Polhymynia and Waist! And waist! - exclaimed, amazed in the heart, Mark Anthony and Rome was instantly renamed.

Girls laughed cheerfully. The newly made cavalier, obviously, came to taste. And dressed more than decently. They, poor workers of art, was so hard to break through this world! In dreams, they were dreamy - no, not at all about the prince, rather, about a stately Mr. - preferably young and generous, who took the young talent under his care. And the Limit of the Girish Grees is a good marriage! So now, who knows him, maybe, this Ms. Fortuna suddenly cleared his chance, threw up such a chance?

- Yes, it felt that Muse and you honored with our presence.

- Yes you! "I climbed the forehead," stool "Stas continued," I'm stupid, tonasized and clumsy, and, only at the sight of you, a poet, ready for a five-liter jamb, woke up by every centimeter of your tufels in my soul.

"What kind of complimentary you are," not that condemn, it is not so accumulating, stretched, florously taking a florile, a bird.

- Tonight, give a "tale about Tsar Saltan," the dragonfly reported with pride, "the emperor himself will be on the presentation.

- Sovereign himself? - Made the "big eyes" operas, it turns out, you will be stayed there. Sorry. So, bring you flowers and champagne will not be able ..

"Well," the dragonfly rotted a quick glance at the girlfriend, "in fact ....

- Nothing is impossible. There is one secret course there - and we will show it to you. Only, uncle Vasya, joiner, you need to pay a dummy.

- Yes, I will cry in him, - Stas exclaimed to the dusty, giving both such a look that the dragonfly was burned as a May color, and the bird gave a promising look.

Going to the theater, the girls headed around the building, climbing Stas, and stopped before some kind of non-zeysh door, which was not locked. In a hood corridor, a turbid light burned, smelled with wood and glue. Of the two doors, one was locked on the hanging castle, and from the second there was light and somehow, completely devoid of musicality, the voice sowed Aria Lensky:

- I-and Liu-Blue you. I, and Lu-U-Blue, you, Olga.

- Uncle Vasya! - called Dragonfly-Vika.

- Are? - A seed beard was looking out of the door, on top of which two gratin eyes glittered.

"Uncle Vasya, hello," the bird dispired. - How is your health?

- A, it is you, Dragonflows., - Svettsy dulled. - The old man came.

He did not have time to finance. The entrance door opened, and a dealer policeman entered. Stas looked at her epaulets - green, like a senior, only a gloomy gray.

"It seems, a nearby overseer." He recalled, remembering what he had time to read in the cat's office.

- Hello, who starts with this room?

"I, Mr. Owl," Uncle Vasya stretched out "in Frunt". - Stolar Vasily Kutsenko, a tradesman.

- And you, young people? - Okotchnaya turned to Stas.

"Clearly," the one nodded. - However, I ask you for a long time to stay. Important event is held.

"Yes, we, already, almost agreed," the opera smiled, - now we leave.

"Tell me, the milestone, - having lost interest to them, the foloting again turned to the joiner. - From here you can go inside the opera?

"There is no way," the bosses, "the bosses," the uncle Vasya said. - So that, the room is closed.

- And where does it lead to? - Looking into the joinery, showed the warden, pointing to the locked door.

"So, I don't mind worrying," the joiner was drowned. - This is our storage room.

- Open.

Making sure that the storage room does not have a way out, he turned back to Stas.

- Apologies please, service. Let me look at your documents.

Carefully looking at the passport, he raised at the Opera attentive glance.

- Where did you stop the famous?

- In the "Hermitage".

- For what purpose did you come to the city?

- Commercial affairs.

- All the best, - returning the passport, the outbreak came out.

- the bosses are worried, "Uncle Vasya dumbly giggled. - So, what-s, young man, we will order a shelf?

"Well, Dia-A-Dha Vasya," Nick capriously extended. - This young man is our friend. Spend it tonight to us, please.

- No-no-no, today and do not ask, - shook the head of the joiner. - You see that today is going on, right, Sodom and Gomorra.

Dragonfly-Vika, behind the girlfriend, marked well acquaintance to opera the gesture, losing a thumb on the index. Stas nodded clearly and, unbuttoned a coat, took out a purse from his pocket.

It is good that he, breakfast in the restaurant, has translated one of the fourth banknotes. For the sake of this case, as it were, not a pity, but the joiner, having received such an amount, would definitely suspect nonlado.

Having rummaged in the coin office, he removed the Light of God Silver Ruble and extended to his joiner.

- Drink, dear, for the health of our sovereign of the emperor.

"Well, except that, for the emperor." I was mumbled and, in a bit, Ubsapal, a coin. "You, your grace, approach, shape, half an hour before, I will spend you."

Chapter 4. By tracker

Having farewell to the girls with his hand, Stas traced how they entered the opera building, sat down on the bench and climbed into pockets. "Winston", to which he is used to, here, of course, was not. But "Troika", which he bought in a restaurant, was quite decent.

- So, everything, as usual, he grinned, looking at the herlastic sparrow flock, westing disassembly above the scuffed hillside. - Having the necessary acquaintance, to penetrate the object of labor will not be.

He revealed the box, noting, the edge of the eye, that some kind of figure, occurs in front of the entrance, is sent to it.

- Sorry, do not swing a cigarette?

Stas drove a burning match to the cigarette, exhaled smoke and climbed into his pocket.

- Make a favor, - and noted with the inner grin, which, being here, began to express somehow old-fashioned, the atmosphere so acts that.

Stretching the opened box, he looked at the petitioner. I saw it already this face, for sure! I personally did not meet, but, such a feeling, as if only yesterday, looked at it in a freshly orientation. In the documents that he shut off in Kosko? Not a fact, but perhaps. Reflecting, he did not forget, the edge of the eye, track the movement of the "object". And the one, in fact, did not commit any special televitations. He departed and sat down on another bench.

At this time, some, well-dressed, master approached him. It is difficult to say why, but Stas seemed to be, most of all, he looked like an official. Ask - why, he would not answer.

"Intuition, Watson."

The serenely by releasing the smoke, Stas, Iskos, watched the "object" and His visa. They continued to sit, something quietly talking about, and the opera, admiring the opera building, reflected - whether Arkady Frantsech would be able to try from the head of local gendarmes. At the same time, he, not forgetting about the jerking couple, mentally, purely in a habit, was a verbal portrait of the "pretty": high, the face of European type, the hair is blond with a strong redhead, wears a mustache, rests straight like a military.

Stop! Here it is! So keep people who are constantly wearing shape. Policeman? Gendarme? Military? No, the policeman, perhaps, should be discarded - they know how to wear - work obliges.

At this time, the "Military" rose and, casually nodded, went away.

- Alexander Ivanovich! - called its "object".

From Stas did not slip away, as Alexander Ivanovich, involuntarily, shouted through his eyes on the sides.

"Yeah, recognized you do not want! - I laughed to myself Stas, - Thank you, Mr. "Arrows"! Here, Pastrafil, So, Potorafil! "

The interlocutor with two rapid steps, returned to the "object". It was seen that he spells something to him. He who listening to him looked respectfully, but his lips were involuntarily shrieled, issuing contempt for the interlocutor.

"Curator from gendarmerie?" - continued to "pump" Alexander Ivanovich Opera.

Mentioned interlocutor, between those, saying goodbye, headed away. Noticing how professionally he looked around, Stas refused to follow him and, even more, leaned toward the thought, which deals with the gendarme.

Arkady Frantseich Kosko, between those, he returned from the head of the Kiev gendarme department. Despite the external calm, inside everything was buurled, as in Vesuvia. No, Kulyabko, of course, was polite and warned. Still would! The head of the branch of the city cannot "through the lip" talk to the head of the state department. But! Services are different, it is first. Secondly, gendarmeria, no matter how cool, is higher than the police.

- Please, please, Mr. Stach Advisor. How can I help? - Kulyabko was polite, but no more.

- Mr. Colonel, I received important information that I consider it necessary to bring to your information.

- Listen to you.

Koshko sighed.

"This is some kind of mistake," the gendarme "Morda" made the "face" - and, in general, I can't discuss agent questions with anyone. It is strictly forbidden by circulars and you are excellent about it.

"If I know about the very fact of agent contact, it is ridiculous to refer to secret circulars," Fartsevich's light knuckle could not resist, "Bogrov told you about a woman who prepares a terrorist act. I dare to assure you, it's only a legend. No woman exists. Bogrov is personally going to shoot at Prime Minister Stolypin.

To honor (or vice versa) Kulyabko, not one veil fluttered on his face. Isn't that his face became reported official.

"I don't know anything about what Bogrov," the colonel cultivated him, "I don't know anyone about any appearance." I can not discuss secret work with outsiders. Even with you, dear Mr. Kosko.

"Good," Arkady Frantseich nodded, "I have only one request for you." DOWNLOAD write down the pass to the opera. For me and my assistant.

"One personally for you," said Gendarm dryly, "Sorry generously, but the places in the twelfth row are strictly limited, and the responsibility, happen, do not give God that no one will take me with me.

He pulled a pass from the table and, writing a visitor to her, Vitievto signed.

- I ask you to.

"I have the honor," Kosko rose.

"I have the honor," Cabinet's owner stood.

Passing through the reception, he ran into a high reddish lord, part of the station from the street. Hell noted that he saw this Mr. somewhere, but he was not in the mood to remember.

When he, still dilken with righteous anger, rose to the room, Stas was already there.

"I don't ask about the result," the opera squeezed tea from the glass, which he kept in his hand, looking at the number, "sorry, it can be seen in the face.

- Yes, communication with the "neighbors", - used the new word of Kosko, - then the pleasure, I dare to notice.

"God with them," Stas waved his hand, "it was, there will be." We are the main thing - to implement the information.

- I was given only one pass, and, name, - with annoyance, said Stat advisor, removing the coat and hat.

"This is, of course, grief," the philosophically noticed the opeker, but not trouble. I found a way to get inside without any pass. I operas or where?

- In the sense of "or where"? - Puzzled Arkady Frantseich.

- This is a joke, do not pay attention. I have two urgent questions now: what kind of type met with Bogrov and where I am a trunk. The second, even the urgent first.

- And you forget to think, - I put a detective with my hands, - in the presence of the first person of the state, weapons can have only personal security.

- Yeah. Both terrorists - Stas grazed, - they see, a special position. And then, you forgot that I will come across a black entrance. I will not search for me at the inlet.

"Well," Koshko thought, "I would not be searched to search for my status."

"That's it, it was," the opera chuckled, "and then we hurt the law-abiding." On the joy of all bastards.

Arkady Frantsevich shaked, but did not object.

- Tir here is not far there is in the police department. The gun should be like native, here you are absolutely right. It is gratifying to see that our descendants did not lose the heritage that we collect on the bit.

- Of course, Stas responded, not wanting to upset a good man.

Thought - this is still weakly said. He won - or rather. And, everything you can. And, even what is impossible. Crupes remained - that's right. However, it is not necessary to know the Stat adviser about it, he has his own concerns here - above the roof. "Trying his groove of him," the ancient said rightly.

In the police station, as expected, there were no problems. The head of the department, penetrating, at the sight of a high guest, allocated them to the assistants of a hefty Gmury Untera.

"Unter-Officer Kalashnikov," he presented him, "in shooting, I assure you, a clean virtuoso. Help them as me.

- Let me inquire, your troop, - turned Unter to Arkady Frantsevich.

"Sawnaging," he nodded.

- Duty shooting or under a specific task?

- For specific.

"Ensure the conditions to call," Unter said Deludito, "everything, in the best possible way, will make it.

They descended to the shooter. The healthyk opened the key to the heavy door and missed the high guests ahead. Stas looked around. Good, good service shooter. Without electronic bells, of course, where do they come from here at the beginning of the 20th century?

- So what conditions? - asked Unter, including backlight.

- The object is moving, suddenly appearing, the target is breast, the distance is ten-fifteen meters, in conditions of temporary deficit, - in the sense, without a stick, opera, - in the sense, there will be little time. Second-two, no more.

"We understand your well-being," Kalashnikov responded with respect, turning out the target.

He chose some of the necessary things from the stack and went forward. By clicking the invisible toggle at a distance of about fifteen meters, seven growth targets, standing alone near the other, at a meter distance from each other.

"Your troop," Stas whispered, "such a shooter, in my opinion, deserves at least thanks." We have the same.

- Shoot your great, - nodded, returning on the line, Kalashnikov.

Kosko, with an obvious interest, watched how his young colleague, having made a step forward, unbuttoned the jacket and looked closely at the target, as if he caught the distance to the target.

- Mr. Unter-Officer, - without turning, asked Stas, - ink me, please.

- I wanted, Vash, - said Unter, - get ready, pl!

Stas, throwing into the floor of the jacket, snatched Parabellam. One after another, in a row, flashed flash, stamped shots, crawled sleeves.

- Check the target, - commanded Kalashnikov.

When they, threesome, came to the targets, Unter shaked.

"Is fairly, Stanislav," the Stat advisor nodded.

Stas carefully examined the holes - they got all the bullets, but, in the center there were only two, the other five were in different ends of the targets, but closer to the edge.

"No, another time, perhaps, it is necessary," Opero shook his head, "no one will give me the second attempt. I have one shot. Will there be more cartridges? He turned to Untera.

"Don't mind worrying, crazy," he said respectfully, "take how much you need. See, you have an important task.

"Your truth," Stas nodded, returning to the line.

He took out a blank store and handed it to Untera. The second series was more successful. After the fifth shoot, he finally acquired the necessary confidence. So far, Stas cleaned weapons, cats about something quietly spoke to the branch of the department. On the satisfaction of the latter, it was easy to determine the subject of the conversation. Without a doubt, the Opera recommendation fell to fertile soil.

Without any interference, Stas went to the joinery. The owner of the premises Korotal time, shutter by the placed one, and desperately a ring tune, caught his hearing another Aryia. Seeing him, Uncle Vasya, who was already in a fair-made suppression, raised the open hand to the shoulder, as if by saying: "Everything is as necessary!" Heavily rising, he went out into the corridor and the castle donned the castle on the second door. On a perplexed view of the Opera, he winks and, step-in, in one movement, habitually pushed the wardrobe standing at the wall.

"That's it, as it turns out," died with fresh alone, "the thing is young, again, does not tolerate excessive eye.

Behind the shifted furniture was discovered neat opening in the wall.

// kovyrino.ucoz.ru.

Pavel Alekseevich Podetsky

Pavel Alekseevich Singlesky was born in the village of Kovyrin in 1780. From the formist list, written by the personally in 1828, a clear, beautiful, intention handwriting, we learn that he got very good for the nobleman of that time education. Pavel Alekseevich perfectly owned German and French, studied mathematics, geography, history.

Pavel Alekseevich from early childhood on the custom of his time was recorded in the Life Guard Transfiguration Regiment. As we would say now, in one of the elite guards regiments. In 1791, being eleven-year-old boy, he was listed there Sergeant. But because of the reorganization of the Guards regiments in 1803, he began to serve in 1804 by the submarine in the new Petrovsky Musketeer Regiment (also Guards, the company in which was allocated from the Preobrazhensky regiment). After six years in 1810, in the rank of headquarters, he dismissed on illness and returns to Vologda, in Kovyrino. On this, his military career ends.

Soon he marries the daughter of the Gryazhtsky county judge of the artillery pursuit of Alexander Andreevich Grayov. In 1812, P.A. Zasetsky is determined by the honorary caretaker of the Great Defense School, and in 1816 he starts service in the Vologda provincial rule. For the service of the honorary caretaker was produced in the Chin of the Titlar Council.

In Vologda P.A. Zasetsky was repeatedly noted as a capable and administrative official. But he did not manage to avoid trouble in the service. Koztsims are ill-wishers or the will of an evil case, but Paul Alekseevich turned out to be under investigation. For the first time, allegedly, for abuse when concluding contracts for the transportation of admiralty cargo to the city of Arkhangelsk. The second time and at all in a trifle occasion - for the undistinguation, allegedly, finding its service under the department of the Ministry of Enlightenment. For the third time, the accusation was more serious. In 1827, Singlesky falls under the accusation in the case of embezzlement in the Vologda provincial government of money in the amount of up to 24 thousand rubles. Money for those times is considerable, however, as indicated in its formal list, it was found to be innocent for all cases, and for the wrong accusation of him for the launch of the Woodland Chamber of the Criminal Court and the civilian governor even received recovery from high bosses.

It should be noted that Pavel Alekseevich's further successful career did not prevent this. The reason for this may lift in the following: Kovyrinskie sodets had extensive related relationships with well-known and significant people: were related to solemptov, one of whom was the Vologda Vice-Governor from 1814 to 1819, as well as with Count Pavlom Vasilyevich Glenchev-Kutuzov , Member of the State Council, St. Petersburg Governor-General. P.A. Zasetsky and the Cutuzov-Kutuzov graph, figuratively speaking, were four-minded brothers through the great-grandfather Vasily Ivanovich Zhidovinov.

Reliability with the Vologda Vice-Governor was stood with the Vologda Vice-Governor, and about the fact that Kovinsky sowing and Nikolai Fedorovich Ostolopova (depicted in the figure) were very close relationships that in 1803 in the journal Karamzin "Journal of Europe" appeared epitaph for death Yunoya Vasily Alekseevich Single, the younger brother Pavel Alekseevich, with whom Ostolaopov was a squash.

IN Ѣ Sniece
Europe
published
Nikolai Karamzin.
Moscow, 1803.
Epitaph V. A. Tsokov.

In zeml ѣ - only ashes Ego; Soul - on misacle.
ONE MEPTVE - SEE; We are alive - but in cradle.

In 1827, Singlesky is appointed by an official of special instructions to the Moscow Civic Governor, and after serving the official of special instructions under the St. Petersburg Military Governor (which was then his distant relative, Count Pavel Vasilyevich Golenishchev-Kutuzov - depicted in the figure).

We all remember the official for special instructions of Fandorin. So what was this post? It turns out that it was an employee who consisted with the face of high rank (Governor, Governor-General, Minister) and the defendants that did not enter the terms of the responsibilities of full-time officials. Often these were secret orders. Often, officials for special assignments were counted to ultra-estate institutions, that is, they did not receive a salary, but were awarded from special amounts and received ranks for long service. This service was considered an honorary, close to the bosses and not too burdensome.

Pavel Alekseevich Singlesky was a wealthy landowner. In the alphabetical book for 1829-1832, 1023 souls were recorded in more than 50 villages and villages. In addition, spectacles had houses in Vologda and St. Petersburg. Unlike its predecessors, Paul Single spent considerable funds for charity, made generous donations in favor of the temples. So, for example, it is known that it was at the expense of the sediments a new stone building of the Govorovskoy-Bogoroditsky Church was built. Paul Alekseevich was undoubtedly a very religious person. If his grandfather, retired Captain Vasily Sotetsky tested the priest for the beard, and Prashas, \u200b\u200baccording to the legend, crucified in Ustyug lands of the monk of Nicodya in the Ustyug lands, then the retired headquarters-captain Paul Podtskay was elected church older in the arrival of the church built by him.

P.A. Zasetsky also generously sacrificed for charitable affairs.

In the "provincial shipments" from 23..04.1838 (No. 17 p. 143) was printed a detailed report on how the funds received as percent were distributed, with a donated late headquarters Pavlom Alekseevich Single Capital in the amount of 10.000 rubles . According to the will of the sacrifice, this money was transferred for the day of the Holy Easter prisoner of the Vologda Prison (50 rubles), the inhabitants of several Vologda is wondered (150 rubles), and also went to the purchase of people held in the working house for the treated debts (200 rubles) . In addition, 50 rubles received two "poor girls of the Ober officer title".

P.A. Zasetsky had five children: three sons and two daughters. Sons brought up in the Moscow boarding house, the daughter of Catherine - in the Moscow Catherine Institute, very prestigious educational institutions.

Paul Alekseevich died Supremely, as indicated in the metric book "From paralysis", November 17, 1833, and was buried in the cemetery at the Govorovskoy-Bogorodsk Church.

... From the trifle everything, in general, began. Of course, when you are going to "Firear", all seven feelings mobilize full. And here the business, teacher interrogate for fraud. Among other gullible fools gave money to a cheap black caviar. Well, it's necessary to think! So where does this clever teach?

Stas looked into a diary. Gymnasium № 1520 ... A, in Leontievsky, next to the old Murom. He himself, of course, did not find it, the building in Great Nestrikovsky was demolished before the war.

The weather was surprisingly sunny. For Moscow Martha phenomenon, right for example, is atypical. You can walk and walk with a foot, good is not so far away, and then everything is already the lungs in the office.

Senior Lieutenant Sizes escaped the stairs, presented a certificate at the output and, opening heavy doors, went out into the street. The sun shine already in the spring, but the breeze is pretty fresh. He, squinting, looked right in the sun, fastened to the throat of a zipper on the jacket and slowly came down the steps.

A flock of a laughing female female female cafes in a glass cafe, surrounding it on a run of evaluating and mischievous glances. Following the pensioner stepped by a pensioner in the professorship, leading a red dachshum on the leash with a destroyed muzzle. From the balcony, Her Gulko welcomed the Basas black dog, knocking his tail on the rod fired his freedom - to see, old acquaintances. Granny, hurrying to approaching the bus stop, embarrassingly hurt him with a shopping bag, and immediately she had somehow hit a skateboarder from his feet, the torpedo flew past.

Somewhere on the verge of audibility, the siren "ambulance", rushing to the challenge. In the air, a SIZE cloud of exhaust from the rolled wave of cars was hung up - another hour, and "traffic jams" will begin. Everyone has their own business and care, no one before him. Leisurely walking on passionate boulevard, Stas thought not about the upcoming interrogation. What is there to break the head? Everything is simple. From my head did not go out yesterday. The author's name was some interesting - Marhuz ... Or such? He even scored this word in Yandex, learning, among other things, that this is some kind of fabulous animal. It was already clear that the writer is a big original.

The book was written in the genre of alternative history. It seems that the entire literary world simply has simply stood on this "alternative" - \u200b\u200bone of this poor story who is what is much. However, the "senior king John the fifth", not as an example of other writers, was written quite interesting. And forced to think, if it went. At least about the fact that our life is a chain of solid accidents. Here, for example, he is sick now, and all the things that he has in production will get Mishke.

It is even the matter that the room cohabitant will be crushed by his last words. Just the style of work is very different. Mikhail, straight, like a handle from the shovel, working with suspects, suppressed their will. No, not fists. Beating is the last thing, clean water profanation. Well, forced you to sign a person a protocol, and what? He will sit in a week in the chamber, she listens to experienced "sidelles", talk to the lawyer - and went to the "Treag" prosecutor's office.

And not the trouble that the opera prosecutor's and "head hunters" bucket of blood will come. Her and on the controversial reasons suck - only on the road! - And just a rogue at the court hearing the same song will sing. And it will be justified, it is not for you old times, because the end of the XX century in the yard. Humanization, publicity, pluralism and also God knows how much fashionable lighting. Thank you like an enlightened Europe, you might think that before them we soup Laptem Bread.

So Bradbury, perhaps, was right in something - if in the chalome period, crush the butterfly, you will get at the exit of another president. Another thing is that no one for this pattern, of course, does not follow and will take as proper. Also say with a smart look: "The story does not know the subjunctive ignition." This she herself reported to you, or what?

Brake squeals whipped in nerves, forcing her eyes back. The glittering radiator "Landcructor" was admitted to it inevitably, and the time as if stretched. Stas already felt warm from the engine, the smell of burned gasoline, the car came slowly and steadily, as a locomotive running under a slope. The body did not have time to go out of the way, and here the foot fell behind the border. ... he rushed to have strength, and suddenly ... right before his eyes there was a snoring horsepower, in his face smelling a caviar horsepower. The end of the neck hit in the chest, knocking out the remnants of the air out of the light. Street worn before his eyes. The last thing he heard, falling on his back - this is a selected mat.

... Coming to Himself, he felt an unpleasant cold on his face, as if he was buried with a muzzle in the substanding snowdrift. Stas tried to brush it cold, but someone kept his hand.

- Together, a young man, "said a calm male voice.

Rotation still continued in the head, he opened his eyes and saw a man with a beard talked over him. The light is annoyed, and Stas again shuddered the eyelids.

"The doctor with an emergency," thought surfaced. - I was lacking in the "Sklif" to raise. Here is the hell them: it's not broken anything. We will hold a week, and then I am a shovel of the ravel. And where did the horse come from? "

And people standing on him, discussed him as if he was not there, or he was already dead.

- Looking out, the unearthly ...

"Why's that? Native Moskvich, by the way ... "

- Merican, see. Hit, stricken pants. I saw one such ...

"Is he about jeans, or what?" Found, damn, Dikovin - jeans in Moscow ... Village, or what? Yes, they are in any village ... "

- Do not die ...

"But hell you, do not wait."

Replacing itself, Stas opened his eyes and tried to sit down.

- Tell, learn, it is harmful to move.

Again this, with a beard.

"I am harmful to me," Stas burned. - No time.

He hardly rose, listening to himself. The chest, of course, sobbed, but completely tolerant. Darching the pants, the opera glanced glanced at the people standing nearby. The fact that with them "something is wrong," he understood immediately. But what exactly is wrong? Consciousness gradually cleared up and slowly began to give an assessment of the information that, not stupid, was served.

Now, of course, the most strange clothes surprise anyone difficult, but so that all right? As if he got into a crowd on filming about the "old time". Naturally, the cab driver standing next to the flight is dressed as the exclusion of the beginning of the century. And the lady with a manto on the shoulders - well, just a lady with a picture, and next to her opened the mouth of the prostine view of the Babenka in a plight skirt. Nozzles and puzzled scraped five cakes Puzzled uncle. They climbed signs from "yat". "Out", in turn, stared at him, as kindergartens on the New Year tree. Now, of course, what only there are no services ... and the show ... Who now "Retro" will surprise this? But a bunch of logical inconsistencies grew avalanche-like.

Instead of asphalt - blocks. On passionate for all time, one car drove - the same retro, like everything around. Miscellaneous phasetons there, pools ... and it is not too much, in comparison, of course, with the flow of cars that he saw five to ten minutes ago. And the last drop is the conquest city, heading for them. The fact that it was a real city, Stas did not even doubt. Three Gombochki on the cord - the city of the highest salary or the Unter-Officer.

It is only in a bad story, the hero, being in an incomprehensible place, long tweaks himself for all parts of the body, trying to wake up. If a person is not drunk and in his mind, it is asked, what is the extra television? And so it can be seen that this is a yawa, not a dream. We behave accordingly, then you will figure it out, as it turned out. When there is time. If it will be.

- What happened, gentlemen? - the city politely attached his fingers to the visor.