In red wing - But what zh! Dnevalinyy дожидался us anxiously. Has Not haved time to Maruschak to climb over through railing of the small garden, дневальный dashed to him and has asked: - In Old homestead... Near церкви... - Yes I presently went on boulevard to you here. But she on качелях rides. - A Truth, has taken on lend? The Plant stood on strong brick foundation. VWXbe drafty Split flow his(its) cast-iron cover доносился the squeak a tool. Someone have yelled. Have Gravely ухнули the sledge-hammer. - You cunning. That I you to ask shall? - smiled the father. Stopped we already upstairs, beside white building совпартшколы. In this left on проселочную road by lion wing buildings was dark. Only the light dimly blazed in the most upper window of the third floor. Petika Maremuha inadvertently поплелся for me. - Do Not know, - has said the father, - do not know. girls in wet lingerie - See that not evil, but here is curious - yes. The having Selected tureen, I will go to high and beautiful tree. This was an old birch barks, in it I yesterday shot and identified presently this tree on crooked, stretched to fence dry branch. Here is here we stood yesterday with Petikoy, thence I have yelled "flock". waited, when you заведешь beside them blue! - And, takes out of wall photography Lenin, has added seriously: - Not дури, Vasili, голубятню will leave here. - Since sixteenth year. Cruel that's why that him забили goal, Kartamyshev returned back to winch at a walk, having lowered стриженую head. Gali no! - Can, has ed, but can, has thrown, чтоб easier was a fishing rods to wind, Petika looked at gun, as on alive viper, - was completely unalike that whole several days back this зауэр belonged to him. Afterwards, глядя me in person, he has asked suspicious: - Aha! - has answered дневальный, slamming itself on holster. - That want to book, young people? - has asked foamy SHipulinskiy. Glyadya on Galyu, he has added: - That is pleased lady? - Otymut your gun, will here is look. This earlier possible was keep the weapon, but now war ended - and enough. Let's better until late, I выменяю him(it) beside you. - Well that for чертяка? I was looked over. - Yes me Galyu it is necessary. I immediately wanted to under плетнем. But was already late. Kushnir came down on courtyard to me. - But chief of the school? girls in wet lingerie - But whence I know who? Can, crooks with Podzamche in garden залезли for gooseberry. - And you see, as he finishes, - bending over through table, has quietly whispered me Galya, and one tress fell her on forehead. And I have conducted the brilliant finger from butter on upper lip. No, certainly, moustache there was not - I simply wanted позадаваться. Maruschak prepared to beat. Past restaurant "Venice" and финотдела, past rubble burned;burnted else during war of the theatre we went on узенькой to Blacksmith's street. It Was Shown вдали enormous семиэтажная tower Stefana Batoriya. Adown, beside foots of the towers, turned black the hole. This was Wind брамка - a journey in Old city with north. As soon as we fell into it and escaped under low overhanging semicircular code, our steps гулко застучали on bridge, but in ушах сильнее засвистел wind. - An Aunt spoke that this my dowry. - Well certainly. But what you wonder? House with ghosts ON WATERFALL - Good night! - has yelled I, leaving. - You молчи... you... you!.. - nearly выкрикнул ya. But Galya глянула first on me, afterwards on Kotiku and засмеялась. - Really? When we went on lane, each was complacent and thought that cheated other. Petika once in a while sniffed the nose. Long ago he зарился on my blue, Passing тенистым, narrow and very dirty проулочком, I left on Of bells. Here, there was чище though in one place manure wallowed on round cobblestone and here and there stone проросли бурьяном. Nosing barley, strolled on bridge hen. Stretched along road high building former soldierly presence with church dome at heart courtyard, for he began the wooden railing of the Old boulevard. I have pushed leading on boulevard small scratchy калиточку and only passed several steps, as beside tumbling of the big path was met with Galey. In the first and the second book of the novel of the known soviet writer, laureate State bonus USSR and bonuses of the name T.SHEVCHENKO, is told about lifes of the boys of the small border borough of the West Ukraine at years of the civil war. The Young hero become the witness, but occasionly and participant of the revolutionary fighting for Soviet power. But Galya, as if guessing my thoughts, has asked: - Go presently! - взмолился ya. Me much wanted the tales Galyu to SHipulinskomu not afterwards, not tomorrow, as follows in this cool, ветреный evening, exactly today squander all money.