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Yuri and Vira Kamensky
Official for special hands
Part I. Non-insurance factor
Section 1. From the fire that in the half-light
From dribnitsy everything, in a flash, started. Obviously, if you choose to go to the “fire-fighting”, all of them feel like they are mobilizing in a new way. And here, in fact, the teacher is supplemented by shakhraiism. Among some trusting fools, she gave pennies for cheap black caviar. Well, you need to think. That de tsya razumnitsa vykladaє?
Stas gazing at the scammer. Gymnasium No. 1520 ... and, in Leontief, entrusted to the old MUR. I myself, zvichayno, whom I didn’t catch, I’ll wake up at the Great Gnizdnikivsky before the war.
The weather, by the way, was sleepy. For the Moscow birch, the phenomenon is, frankly, atypical. You can walk around, fortunately, not so far away, moreover, all the legends in the office have smoked.
Senior Lieutenant Sizov on the vtіk gatherings, showing the sentry on the way out, and having opened the important doors, vyyshov overhead. The sun shone already in the spring, and the axis of the wind blew to bring in fresh. Vin, having become accustomed, marveling right at the sun, clasping the sparkle on the jacket up to the throat and quite zijish gatherings.
A group of funny female students hurried to the glassy cafe, throwing yoga around, on the run, with appraisal-empty looks. Next, the retired stately passed by the "professor's" eyepieces, leading a dachshund with a dapper muzzle on a leash. From the balcony її loudly whirring a black dog with a bass, tapping his tail on the vines, which robbed him of his freedom - maybe, old know. Grandmother, hurrying to the bus, hopping on a zipper, somehow hooked him up with the master's bag, and її herself, without hitting the skateboarder a little, flying with a torpedo.
Here, on the borderline, the siren wailed for help, hurrying to the call. At the window hung a bluish haze of a whirlwind of cars, that the kittens were sick, it was a year old, and traffic jams began to break. At the skin of your own, deal with that turboti, no one can do it to anyone else. Slowly croaking Strasny boulevard, Stas thinking not about the future drink. Why is there a lamati head, everything is simple, like a dupa ditini. Yesterday's book did not come out of my head. Im'ya in the author bulo yakes tsikave - Markhuz chi name is this? Vіn navіt "having scored" yoga in Yandex, recognizing, krіm ugogo іnshoy, what is it like a Kazkov zvіryuga. Already it was clear that the writer was a great original.
The book was written in the genre of alternative history. So hostile, that the entire literary world is simply stoic about this "alternative" - to paint this bad history, whoever. Vtіm, "The Elder Tsar Ivan P'yatiy", on the vіdmіnu vіd іnshih іnshih, spelling buv duzhe tsikavo. I zmushuvav zamislitsya, as if already on those pіshlo. I would like to, about those that our life is a whole lot of sucilian vipadkiv. Axis, for example, zahvorіv vіn infection, and do everything, like a new one in virobnitstvі, distance Mishtsi.
Not in that, navit, rіch, that the “spіvіshkanets” in the office will curse Yogo with the rest of the words. It's just that their robotic style is different. Mikhailo, straight, like a handle like a shovel, pratsyyuchi z pіdzryuvanimi, ignoring my will. No, not with fists. The battle is left on the right, pure profanation. Well, zmusish ty people the protocol will complete the signing and what? To sit for a day at the camera, listen to the reports of the "prisoners", talk to a lawyer - and went to the prosecutor's office "vises".
On the right, it’s not about the fact that the prosecutor’s opera and myslivtsі behind the heads of a bucket of blood boil. Її і z thought-up drives to get wet - only on the road! - and, simply, sing the same song at the ship’s seat. I will be true, if you don’t get old, the end of the XX century is in the yard. Humanization, glasnost, pluralism and more, God knows how, whether it be fashionable light. Thank you for illuminating Europe, you might think that before them we basked with bast shoes.
So, scho, Bradbury, maybe, I have a mother's hand - as if in a credian period, crush a blizzard, take away the "out" of the other president. Insha river, scho nіhto tsієї zakonіrnostі, zvichayno, do not prostite, and take it as it is. Let me say wisely: “History does not know in a smart way". Tse vona herself added to you, chi scho?
Heather galms whipping along the nerves, raising eyes irritatingly. The vibrating radiator of the "Land Cruiser" slid on the new one without a door, and soon stretched out. Stas had already noticed the heat from the engine, the smell of gasoline, that he was burning, the car was pulled in properly and unsatisfactorily, like a steam locomotive, that it was going to get sick. The body did not get in the way, and then the leg got tangled over the curb. Vin rushed as fast as he could, and rapt ... right in front of his eyes, the crope of the kinska muzzle vinified, in disguise it smelled of pungent kinsky sweat. Kіnets deafly hit at the chest, vibrating from the leg of the excess of the wind. Vulitzia circled in front of her eyes. Stop, scho vin feeling, falling on your back, tse good mat.
Coming to you, seeing the unacceptable cold in disguise, instead they stuck his muzzle into the kuchuguru. Stas, having tried to throw it off colder, ale htos utrimav Yogo's hand.
Lie down, young man, - saying a calm human voice.
At the head, the wrapping still hovered, the eyes were flattened, the people with the beard swayed over him. Lightly dratuvav and Stas clenched his hands anew.
“The doctor with the“ shvidka ”, - the thought split, - has not yet been put into“ Sklif ”made up. Axis hrіn їm, nachebto, nothing is broken. They clean the day, and then I rake things with a shovel. And did the stars take a throw?
And the people, standing above him, were talking about Yogo in such a way that why Yogo wasn’t here, otherwise Vin had already died.
Mum, inconsolable.
"Why would it be? Rooted Muscovite, middle-class."
American, motherfucker. Bach, draw your pants. I am one such bachiv.
“Tse wine about jeans, what? Znayshov, Mlynets, Divina - jeans in Moscow. Village, what? Ta їх at be-yakoy village.».
Bi didn't die.
“Ah, axis, fuck you, don’t check.”
Overpowering himself, Stas smashed his eyes and tried the system.
Lie down, lie down, you will be shkidly tormented.
I know you, with a beard.
I lie shkidlivo, - Stas muttered, - there is no time.
Vіn ledvіvsya, listen to yourself. Breasts, zvichayno, ached, but it was tolerable. Collapsing pants, throwing a glance at the people who were standing on guard. Those who are “not the same” with them, will understand once again. Axis scho itself "not the same"? Svіdomіst gradually clarified and, slowly, began to give an assessment of this information, like, not stingy, gave points.
At the same time, obviously, with the most amazing clothes, it’s important to look at someone, but if it’s like that, everything is right? Inadvertently having spent at the extravaganza at the movie theaters about the "old hour". Naturally, scho vіznik, scho to stand instructed from the passage, robes, like a vіznik the cob of a century. And a lady with a mantle on her shoulders, well, straight, you, pan from the picture, and next to her, a company saw a simple look of a woman in a plush bed. Sopіv i spantelicheno scraped five domes of paunches uncle. Lizli on the eyes viviski іz "yat". "Ryazheni", at their quarters, looked at the new one, like a kindergarten on a new yalinka. At once, obviously, there are no such services ... and a show. Whom do you immediately zim "retro"? Ale, a bunch of logical "non-sticks" grew like an avalanche.
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Pavlo Oleksiyovich Zasetsky
Pavlo Oleksiyovich Zasetsky was born near the village of Kovirin in 1780. From the formulary list, written in a handwritten manner in 1828 in a clear, beautiful, razbirlivy handwriting, we know that I won’t do it for the nobleman of that hour. Pavlo Oleksiyovich miraculously taught German and French language, having mastered mathematics, geography, and history.
Pavlo Oleksiyovich from early childhood for the sake of his hour, records from the Life Guards Preobrazhensky Regiment. As we would say at once, in one of the elite guard regiments. In 1791, the roci, being an eleven-year-old boy, entered the ranks there as a sergeant. Ale, through the reorganization of the guards regiments in 1803, served as a lieutenant in 1804 as a lieutenant in the new Petrovsky musketeer regiment (also the guards, the roti were seen in that number, including the Preobrazhensky regiment). After six years, in 1810, the officers in the rank of staff captain were sent to the post through the twig and turned to Vologda, Kovorino. At tsomu yogo viyskova kar'єra will come to an end.
Unforgettably, he makes friends with the daughter of the Gryazovets county judge, artillery lieutenant Oleksandr Andriyovich Gryazev. In 1812, P.A. Zasetsky was appointed an honorary watcher of the Veliky Ustyug School, and in 1816, he began serving at the Vologda provincial government. For the service we will honor the watcher of the buv zdіysneniya at the rank of titular guardian.
In Vologda, P.A. Zasetsky has been repeatedly assigned as a healthy and orderly official. Ale and you did not go far away from incompetence in the service. Under the steps of unkindness, by the will of an evil slump, ale Pavlo Oleksiyovich trichi leaned against the investigation. Forward, nibito, after an hour of pilgrimage, laying the trains for the transportation of the Admiralty vantazhі to the place of Arkhangelsk. Suddenly, they vzagali z drіbnitsі - for the unvoiced, nibito, knowledge of one's own in the service under the ministry of the Ministry of Education. The next call was serious. In 1827, the district of Zasetsky fell under the name of the right to spend money from the Vologda provincial government in the amount of up to 24 thousand rubles. Pennies for those hours chimali, however, as I tell Zasetsky at his formulary list, on all the right sides, he was found innocent, and for the wrong call, Yogo for the rest of the right about the expenditure of the Vologda Chamber of the Criminal Court and the civil governor took away the burden
Significantly, what further successful career of Pavel Oleksiyovich got excited. The reason for this, perhaps, is in the attack: Kovirinsky Zasetsky small great homeland links with famous people: they were in dispute with the Ostolopovs, one of them was the Vologda vice-governor from 1814 to 1819, and also with Count Pavlov Vasilovich . member of the Derzhavnoi Radi, Petersburg Governor-General. P.A. Zasetsky and Count Golenishchev-Kutuzov, figuratively seeming, were brothers through the great-great-grandfather Vasil Ivanovich Zhidovinov.
The controversy with the Vologda vice-governor Ostolopov was expensive, and about those who had the Kovirinsky Zasetskys and Mikoli Fedorovich Ostolopov (images on a little one) were even close to talking about the fact that in 1803 in the journal Karamzin "News of Europe" appeared the death of young Vasil Oleksiyovich Zasetsky, the young brother of Pavel Oleksiyovich, who was the same age as Ostolopov.
IN Ѣ
STNIK
EUROPE
what do you see
Mykola Karamzin.
MOSCOW, 1803
Epitaph of V. A. Zasitsky.
V'Earth ѣ
- Only the ashes of yoga; soul is in heaven.
Vіn dead - rest; mi live - ale in tears.
In 1827, Zasetsky was appointed as an official of a special hand to the Moscow civil governor, and then he served as an official of a special hand to the St.
We remember well the official with the special hand of Fandorin. That tse bula for the landing? It turns out that he was a serviceman, who was formed at a person of a high rank (governor, governor-general, minister) and having passed an order, that they were not included in the number of obov'yazkіv staff officials. Often there were taєmnі handover. Quite often officials for special doruchen were insured up to the establishment of the supernumeraries, so they did not waive the fee, but were rewarded with special sums and otrimuvali ranks for the service of the rokiv. The service was honorable, close to the authorities and not overly tight.
Pavlo Oleksiyovich Zasetsky was a deputy assistant. In the alphabet book for 1829-1832, 1023 souls were recorded for him in more than 50 villages and villages. In addition, Zasetsky small houses near Vologda and St. Petersburg. In view of his successors, Pavlo Zasetsky stained glass chimali koshti for charity, generous donations for the mischief of the temples. So, for example, apparently, that the very cost of the Zasetskys was awakening a new stone for the revival of the Govorovsko-Bogoroditskoy Church. Pavlo Oleksiyovich buv, without a doubt, like a religious person. Just like Yogo did, acting captain Vasil Zasetsky pulled the priest by the beard, and the ancestor, behind the legend, rose near the Ustyuz lands of the nasty yoma chents Nikodim, then the representative staff captain Pavel Zasetsky was made a church warden in the parish of the church he founded.
P.A. Zasetsky also generously donated to the good cause.
At the "Provincial Vіdomosti" from 23..04.1838 p. (No. 17, page 143) letter of instruction of a report about those who were split up, taken away like a hundred, donated by the late staff captain Pavel Oleksiyovich Zasetsky to the capital. . Depending on the will of the sacrificer, the pennies were transferred on the day of the Holy Great Day to the sanctuary of the Vologda almshouse (50 rubles), the Meshkants of the Vologda almshouses (150 rubles), and they also went to the ransom of people, like a worker's booth for the state borg (200 rubles). In addition, 50 rubles were taken away from the dowry of two “girls of the Ober-officer rank”.
P.A. Zasetsky had five children: three blues and two daughters. Blues were taken from the Moscow boarding house, daughter Katerina - from the Moscow Catherine Institute, even more prestigious initial mortgages.
Died Pavlo Oleksiyovich Zasetsky raptovo, like at the metrical book "in the face of paralysis", on the 17th leaf fall of 1833, and buried on the tsvintary at the Govorovsko-Bogoroditsky church.
Linear side: 2 (total book 22 sides) [Available verses to read: 6 sides]
Oper, marveling at the incomprehensibility of the civil servant, having already become zamislyuvatisya - for evil, for the good of yogo appearing here? Youthful maximalism of wines, long ago, without suffering. I remember well about the snowstorm Ray Bradbury. And so wherever the road is, it is paved with good intentions. One of the wines of rozumіv miraculously - a total rozumіnnya of the situation in the local wines is not at hand. Monarchists will be the king's faithful, irrespective of the fact that Russia will turn to evil for good. To the revolutionaries, also, take that load of autocracy, and no flowers. And then we will take one for one, like spiders at the bank.
Tsіkavo, what is an official for special hands - to finish a big “bun” in order to start your game? So, nі, - thoughts having smacked vin to himself, - devout, what? Cheaper to squeeze in between Scylla and Charibda. There and those chances are greater. So, what is there, as if you are already talking about chances, they have a new one, like a bear has two millstones.
- Garazd, colleague, - pozіhnuv Kishko, - let's sleep, maybe. We'll get to Kiev only tomorrow evening. Pan in five or six days, only a little, come. So it's an hour, I think we have є. So, how do you like the local goodness? You, perhaps, have progressed so far that we, the dark ones, have never dreamed of.
- How can I tell you, - Stas slyly, - I didn’t travel at the general’s cars. The simple, obviously, don't have such luxury. Ale, take a ride, well, it’s better to walk. On the dobranich, Your high importance.
Vin, giblets, starting to grow in the price of an old life.
1 Stas did not exchange his words, she herself says so in the materials of the criminal record. On the right, until about the 30s of the 20th century, the words pistol and revolver were fully synonymous.
Chapter 3
The train arrived to Kiev, if the bustle had already begun. Mandrіvniki went to the platform. It's true, it was still light, and the lights were not burning.
If the stench came out on the square near the station, the proletka licked up to them.
- Where's the weasel, panov?
Stas looked around at Arkady Frantsevich - he was in no way guilty of colossal life in Kiev.
- To Fundukleivska, to "Ermitage", - not a problem throwing one, sitting on the seat.
- And what, the viznik does not know, is there a hotel on which street? Stas chuckled softly.
“He didn’t roll in circles, as if they were coming,” Koshko said, thinking about his own.
It seems that the tricks of taxi drivers were born before the advent of taxis like this. The axis is already, indeed, nothing is new under the Moon.
Realizing that the civil servant had no time for anything, Sizov looked out on the soft seat, and the streets, like their viznik, were dizzying from the clink. Those old chronicles did not tell the stench, like you had a chance to bachiti. Maybe, for those who have black-and-white films with characters, who unnaturally hurry up, they didn’t guess the axis of the streets with living people and calmly walk on their right. Shvidshe, it looked like a picture from a feature film. Strictly seeming, in the streets, as it seems, they didn’t chop their eyes - everything is everyday, it’s all right, the passing clothes are three and a half, and there are different ways and carriages to replace cars.
The stench came out of the Hermitage hotel, which didn’t bother anyone, and went through the middle. At the majestic hall, at the desk of the nudguva, the porter. At the appearance of vin mittevo, throwing off the sleepy stupefaction and marveling at the increase with the greatest respect.
“Double room,” throwing Koshko, with a non-balance gesture, handing over a passport.
Stas filed his mitt, voicing that the detective's passport was signed for the name of the townsman Fadeev Ivan Petrovich. Obviously, here too there was intrigue between the services. As it is, the commanders of them are folded up by an order of magnitude - it is unlikely that the head of the local gendarmerie will receive them with open arms and discuss his agents with them.
“I wouldn’t, for sure,” Stas honestly recognized himself, crouching behind the “bosses” with a kilim path to their number.
At the process of further discussion of the details of the operation, it was revealed that Vin was absolutely right in his suspicions.
- Here, one right robimo, - the chief of the Russian rozshuk said, covering, like a bottle of tea in his hands, according to the luxurious number, - Garazd bi, he was talking about something secret. Those who are re-evolutionary, - vimoviv tse word z nevimovnoy znevagoyu. - they knock on the gendarmes one on one, like woodpeckers fooled - the secret of Polichinel. I spodіvayus, wanting to you, for example of the XX century, do not know tsі bіdi?
- Yake there, - zіthnuv opers, - nibi is not worse, lower with you.
- Yak? - Fights, Kіshko standing up, like a statue. - Stop! Heck, I misunderstood what you have there ... m-m ... the power of workers is that of the villagers, right?
- So, - nodding Stas, feeling like a lecturer, what a goiter the young group was shaking. nursery chim just communism vіdrіznyaєtsya vіd vіyskogo kommunіzmu.
- And who is the revolutionist there, allow me to show off? What happened there, among the workers and the villagers, their parії and patricians appeared?
- You've completely guessed the essence of the problem, - Sizov smiled crookedly. - Vtіm, the stench didn't go anywhere.
- So-so ..., - the detective shook his head, - poor Russia, it seems, she was not destined to live for a long time without shocks.
- Well, whoever is ahead, that one is upset.
– What?! What do you want to say?
At the civil servant, Kishka, such a look, nibi yogo poked on those Newtonian apples. The opera marveled at the new one with a smile. Having learned enough of wine, that having spent seriously and long-term with their world, it came to a comprehension that it is possible to stir up Stolipin's drive, why not start a revolution?
Even though it sounded the same, youmu did not see the hopeless. Important, mayzhe impossibly - so! Ale, as it seems with us - the “trochs” do not get excited. Stas did not pretend to be an idealist there. Shvidshe, navpaki - virishuyuchi like a zavdannya, vin becoming pragmatic to the point of dissimilarity. And yet, as it is not paradoxical, among the comrades in the service, Senior Lieutenant Sizov is famous for being an unbashed idealist. These are simple reasons why Stas, having "fallen on the trail", could not have caused anything. Okrim, hiba scho, direct order. Yes, and those.
Haircuts from dahu to dacha, penetrating into the apartment through the balcony on the other hand and other feats created a reputation for him, like a wine, as if Stas himself had firmly assessed, having not deserved the same world. The best, perhaps, yogo characterizes one vipadok. Todi from the great cities of Russia, yakraz, they recruited the ranks of the old gangs. Bіyka "district to district" bula at that hour on the right. Vіn having intervened with the devil by command, and in the evening by the "direct link" with the devil's mist, having said that two great groups of podlitkiv are collapsing one by one, and the Zustrich may be transferred to their own territory. OMON pidnimati pizno - to catch up, even though the battle itself broke out. Until then, children.
The devil knows yogo, what is the truth of the "city" vvazhav, scho spetsnaz podnіmati nedocily, chi just "vіdmazuvsya", after sleeping on the right, Stas did not understand - what is now the difference? How can a devilish viddil react to a mass beat? Yes, nothing. All of them miraculously raised insults, but one of them angered others. And this "inshoy" exit had two. I offended deadlocks - do not work in time, having sent to those who, in this order, at the time of the receipt of information, were only help and drove. Abo vikhati tudi alone and become a victim of a group attack. Navit, as if to spare the loss of life and save the service card (as, obviously, you can believe that youngsters will not take away the armor from the cop, that they lie dead), dove in the prosecutor's office from various bad meals.
Prote, Stas has just screwed it up. Having taken a machine gun from the gun park, having deposited wines in his place of assistance and viїhav to that very “rendezvous point”. Youma was spared - it was as if he had opened up, that the “shidnyak” was vibukhne, like, at the school yard. Having walked in there, calmly veiled from the car, and, marveling, as if from two different kintsiv, through the parking lot, the “advanced” stribati already started. And then, so calmly giving the command: "Rise up!" and gave the devil to the mountain. Pіdlіtki bryznuli vroztіch i іntsident, in such a rank, buv vycherpany.
It is important to say what was more here - spring and rose. Stas himself was looking for a different version. Cerіvnitstvo and comrades in the service, like and next ochіkuvati - first.
- How did you guess the moment - on children from a machine gun? You are godly, what? - zakhom zapituvav yogo then the head of the department.
- Yevgen Savelievich, - Stas was unfazed, - everything was taken care of: until the beating began, the stench grew wiser. Stinks are not bad - throw yourself at the machine gun. Navpaki - on them cop with automatic weapons. Well, it’s a good thing - stink pishatimutsya tsim, friends retell. І tsіna tsіy on the right - three academic cartridges. I suffer one-one.
- Who?! - yelling “Tusk” with a flicker of excitement (as they called the boss behind his eyes).
- Help, - Sizov chuckled, - you had a chance to clean the automatic machine. And yakby I didn’t sip, they were bigger.
Peremozhtsiv, as a rule, is not to be judged, and everything turned out to be a sleepy "creak" of the authorities and kind of colleagues - sleepy condemnations in a motherly form. Here, obviously, the situation is folded. Stas is miraculously wise, that the revolution is not like drunken sailors, like a new mood, they took Zimovy. If it were a revolution, then, first, great pennies. I knew that the Bolsheviks, Menshoviks, Socialist-Revolutionaries and others were intensively financing side by side.
Moreover, not only foreign explorations, like a stable Russia was needed, like a chorus on the ass. Floors hated by the proletariat of the bourgeoisie, such workers and villagers then shot and hung on lighters, those from whom they took their fate - be healthy! Understand them, you know, you can. The sovereignty of the bourgeois republic was replaced by the autocracy, so having stuffed the muzzle - the axis on the carrots and the tricks were led. They underestimated the stench of the Bilshoviks, what is there.
Clearly, the stars are screaming and another important official is people. More precisely, individuals. Lenin, Stalin, and what about them, half-witted ones, are less than a radiant intellectual in the fuse. Well, yaki will drink from them. In tsikh, already in their own way powerful, their heads miraculously stick together with such super-smart surroundings, like those who were smart and brilliant politician Churchill, having taken in one of the prominent rulers the “paranoia” of that “crooked kat” of Stalin. Vtіm, God is with them, sin will laugh at the poor.
I Stas is wonderfully rozumіv, scho prograє їm in all positions, krіm one єї-single - vin knowing buyback.
To that, looking into the stunned eyes of the great detective, he laughed widely.
– I want to say that we among you have a chance to betray Russia.
I, having taken a dance, in defiance of every etiquette, having drilled cognac directly into a tea flask, and waving Yogo with one shovel.
Vranci statsky radnik Koshka virushiv on a visit to the head of the Kiev gendarme department Kulyabka.
“Oh, you would know, Stanislav, how you don’t want to pay me a visit,” he sighed.
- I guess, - nodding Stas, - from the "susides" to talk - one is satisfied.
- Susidami? - Do not zrozumiv sishchik, - Ah! Does the sensi have a judicial department? Ridiculously marked, the need for colleagues to be roaring, to have fun without a bang. Well, you, for now, take a walk around the place, chi sho.
“But it’s true,” the operas thought, “it doesn’t rise in any way. If you want to go to the theater, go and marvel.”
Speaking out of the door, do not believe that Arkady Frantsovich and the gendarme can develop a single thought. The reaction of the rest of the team was passed on - thanks for the information - until the end! We are professionals, we ourselves, without snotty ones, we can figure it out.
It’s right, obviously, that the skin takes care of its right, otherwise it wouldn’t be a robot, but a right booth of tolerance - you don’t understand who, who and for what. Prote, it’s true, and those who are “fahivets similar to a flux - one-sided wine”. Maw ration Kozma Prutkov. And about those that the Ark was an amateur, and the Titanic was a professional, it is also said not in the eyebrow, but in the eye.
“Zagal,” Stas, chuckling, thoughts, croaking the rank streets of Kiev, “support the gendarme, but don’t deprive yourself.”
The ringing thumped in a roaring bass, and the voice of the old one hung in the ceiling over the gilded domes, which rose above the place, instead of the old warriors. Not "tight" with a swirl, it was fresher every time, it was easy to breathe, it was easy to see wines on other benches and shops. Having rushed the serving people, who were always afraid of being stumped. Dzvinko clattering with his hoards, prancing a young cornet, judging by his serious look, with instructions. Pidribuyuchi on brukivtsі wheels, creaking importantly navantazhny convoy, yogo signalers overtook bliskuche car, behind the kerm of which proudly sat zatakhnuty near the shkir water.
Chomus, glancing at the couple, Stas immediately realized that the stink to go to the theater. Moreover, the stench is not just straight there, the stench of the body is in the flesh theater. Bulo in them is like that, bohemian. Offensive stinks were high and stringy. Ale, judging by his clothes, sewn, even with pretensions, ale, obviously at the local kravchini, I would be far from being a great one. In one, there were great bright eyes. So great, that I’m guilty of it, for the little one, having christened my grandmother. A friend is small, draw a veil and Stas, thoughts, having recognized її Ptashkoy.
Vіn buv upevneniy, scho їhnya belonging to the world of art vyznazhiv correctly. Possibly, having a look, they “shot” like a kind of insult at a tall, handsome opera. And maybe, you yourself, nevagomi fluids, like a wine, as a way to catch the cop, "upper feelings." Stas, for the fates of service with the mentor, the sound is up to whom you can almost trust. More than once it vomited yoga in the face of inaccuracies, but once, for sure, in the face of certain death.
To that, having not caught up, as a trace, “obsmoktati” on one of the unstoppable spirits, cultivating the fault directly to the girls. Call not a trace, more the theater is on the line of sight.
- Vibachte, me, for the sake of God, my insensitivity. Allow me to introduce myself - Stanislav Sizov's secretary. Can you tell me how to get to the Opera?
The stench of the checks tsyogo. Grandmother laughed radiantly, as if she had scolded an old friend. The bird, suddenly, sank modestly. However, if so, “a jamb was given”, so be it, who is wise in women, having understood bi, that it’s possible to “take a girlfriend” in five seconds, respectfully in the air and seeing, then you yourself whom you want to “know” .
- Vika, - the great-eyed shaved her head.
- Nika, - a friend introduced herself.
- Yakshcho see us escort trochs, - she coquettishly marveled at the new great-eye, - you will come straight to the Opera.
- Z great nasolodoyu, - Stas gallantly bowed, prilashtovuyuchi handguard. - you can see the servants of the muses for a mile away. Oh muzi! Melpomene, Polyhymnia and Thalia! I waist! - Viguknuv, hostility in the heart, Mark Antony and Rome mittevo buv renames.
The girls laughed merrily. Novelties cavalier, obviously, drooping to the gusto. I wear clothes more and more decently. Om, to the daily servants of the mysticism, it was so important to break through to whom the world! They dreamed of stench in the dream - no, I mean, not about the prince, but rather, about the possible pan - bazhan to the young and generous, who, having taken his guardianship, was gifted. I between the girls' dreams - far away zamіzhzhya! From now on, who knows, maybe, Mrs. Fortune was generous with rapt, giving them such a chance?
- So, it seems that the musi have inspired you with their presence.
- That scho vie! - picturesquely clutching at the cholo, continuing the "props" Stas, - I'm stupid, nedorіkuvaty and ungrabable, and, having cheered you up, sings in front of my soul, ready to choke with a five-foot iambic with a skin centimeter of your shoes.
- Wow, what a compliment, - some swearing, some hooting, prostya, coquettishly povіvshi plіchka, Ptashka.
- This evening to give "The Tale of Tsar Saltan," said the Dragonfly with pride, - the sovereign Emperor himself will be at the show.
- Sir himself? - zrobiv "great eyes" of operas, - go out, you will be there more. Skoda. So, bring you a ticket and champagne, don't go for it.
- Well., - Grandmother threw a quick glance at her friend, - vzahali ....
- There is nothing impossible. And there is one taєmny hіd, and we will show you yoga. Tilki, Uncle Vasya, the carpenter, needs to pay two hryvnias.
- That I will cry for you, - Stas wiggled sharply, giving both of them such a look that the Dragonfly swarmed like a grassy color, and the Bird gave a rich look.
Walking to the theatre, the girls straightened up in their wake, beckoning Stas to follow them, and rattled in front of some inconspicuous doors, which seemed not to be closed. Near the dark corridor a calamity lamp was burning, there was a smell of wood and glue. From two doors, one bula was closed with a padlock, and from the other, a light and chissy voice poured out, pure relief of musicality, a voice singing Lensky's aria:
- I-a lu-u-blue-you. I-a l-u-blue-you, Olgo.
- Uncle Vasya! - Called the Dragonfly-Vik.
- Ash? - a gray-haired beard peered out of the door, on top of which two rook eyes shone.
“Uncle Vasya, hello,” Bird-Nika fell asleep. - How healthy is yours?
- Oh, tse vi, grandmas, - the “spivak” rose up laughing. - The old one came.
I did not reach an agreement. The entrance doors were opened, and the high police officer was taken. Stas marveling at the chase - green, like a foreman, only a personal sir.
“Nachebto, gazing at the spot,” guessing wines, guessing those that Kishka could read in the office.
- Hello, who manages these accommodations?
- I, sir bilyatochnyy, - Uncle Vasya squirmed "at the front". - Carpenter Vasyl Kutsenko, philistine.
- And you, young people? - The police officer turned to Stas.
“Sure,” he nodded. - Prote, I ask you not to dwell here for a long time. An important visit is being held.
- So, we may have already been home, - having laughed at the operas, - at once it’s gone.
- Tell me, darling, - having lost interest to them, the white man turned back to the carpenter. - Zvіdsi can go through the middle of the Opera?
- No way, - "poidayuchi eyes" bosses, vikarbuvav uncle Vasya. - So the application is closed.
- Where are you going? - looking into the carpentry, showing a good eye, showing at the closed door.
- So, scho, do not be turbulent, - the carpenter hesitated. - Tse komora is ours.
- Open it up.
Having perekonavshis, scho komora can't get out, he turned back to Stas.
- Vibachennya please, service. Let me marvel at your documents.
Respectfully marveling at the passport, raising a respectful glance at the opera.
- Did you allow me to snuggle?
- In Hermitage.
- With what method did you wind up to the place?
- Commercial blues.
- Good luck, - turning the passport, white wiyshov.
“The bosses are turbulent,” uncle Vasya cackled cunningly. - So, scho, young man, zamovlyatimeme a bookcase?
- Well, uncle Vasya, - Nika whimpered softly. - Tsei Yunak is our friend. Spend yoga this evening before us, be kind.
“No-no-no, don’t ask today,” the carpenter shook his head. - Bachete, what is happening today, right, Sodom and Gomorrah.
Grandmother Vika, behind her friend's back, made a gesture well known to the opera, rubbing her thumb on the gesture. Stas nodded and ruffled his coat, removing his purse from the intestines.
Good, scho wine, eating in restaurants, breaking one of the quarters of banknotes. For the sake of this, do it, nachebto, and not Skoda, but a carpenter, otrimavshi such a sum, singsongly, suspecting it was unkind.
Spoiled at the vіdіlennі coins, vіn vityag in the light of God's silver ruble and prostag yogo carpenter.
- Drink, shanovniy, for the health of our Sovereign Emperor.
- Well, hello, for the Emperor. - Vee, your grace, come, so, five years before the cob, I will take you.
Section 4. Behind the trail of a provocateur
Waving his hand to the girls in farewell, Stas prostegiv, as if the stench had left the opera until the next day, sitting on the bench and climbing the gut for cigarettes. "Winston", to what a wine sound, here, obviously, was not there. Ale "Triyka", having bought wine from a restaurant, turned out to be a decent thing.
- Otzhe, that's all, like forever, - laughing at the wines, marveling at the grunt of the loud-mouthed gorobtsiv, that they started sorting out over the omission of the edge of the bread. - Mayuchi need knowledge, penetrate the object of practice in the warehouse.
Vin opened the box, showing out of the corner of his eye, how to stand, circling around the square in front of the entrance, straight to the new one.
- Vibachte, do not spread a cigarette?
Stas pidnis sirnik to a cigarette, having seen dim sum and usefulness in the gut.
- To grow affection, - and indicating from an inner smile that, having leaned back here, becoming like old-fashioned, the atmosphere is so wild, chi scho.
I open the box prostyagiuly, glancing at the prohacha. Bachiv vin tse guise, for sure! I didn’t particularly sharpen, but just a little bit, just a little bit, looking at Yogo from a fresh orientation. Do the documents, yakі vіn shoveled from the gut? Not a fact, but maybe. Rozmirkovuchi, without forgetting wines, out of the corner of an eye, to see the movement of the “object”. And that one, vlasna, was not timid of any particular rukhiv. Views and siv on another lava.
At this hour, until the new pіdіyshov yak, good clothes, sir. It is important to say why, but Stas realized that he most resembled an official. Ask - why wouldn't you ask.
"Intuition, Watson."
Bezturbono vypuskayuchi dim uphill, Stas, bevel, posterіgav behind the "object" that yogo vіzavі. The stench continued to sit, silently talking to each other, and the operas, merciful to the chimeric life of the Opera, rozmirkovuvav - Arkady Frantsevich succumb to the way in front of the heads of the police gendarmes. With this wine, not forgetting about a couple, who are whispering, thoughts, purely behind the sound, becoming a verbal portrait of the “mustachioed”: tall, disguised as a European type, hair rusyav with a strong ore, wearing a hair, trimming straight, like a military one.
Stop! Axis out! This is how people try to wear their uniforms. Policeman? Gendarme? Viyskovy? Nі, policeman, maybe, sіd vіdkinuti - stench vmіyut wear civil - robot goitre.
At the time of the “Winter” hour, it rose and, nodding slightly, pishov get out.
- Oleksandra Ivanovich! – yoguknuv “ob'єkt”.
Stas did not slither, like Oleksandr Ivanovich, mimicry, shooting his eyes on all sides.
“Yeah, you don’t want to be known! - Stas regot, - Thank you, sir "shooter"! Axis, after spending, so, after spending!
Spіvrozmovnik dvoma with swidky crocs turned to the "object". It can be seen Bulo, scho vіn shchos yoma vovlyaє. That one, listening to Yogo, marveling marvelously, and then destroying Yogo involuntarily grimaced, seeing the annoyance to the mind.
"Curator of the gendarmerie?" - Prodovzhuvav "pump" Oleksandr Ivanovich opera.
Guessing svіvrozmovnik, at the same time, saying goodbye, straightening get out. Pomіtivshi, as if professionally looking around, Stas looked at the thought of following him and even more shivers to the thought that he could be right with the gendarme.
Arkady Frantsovich Koshko, at the same time, turned around in the presence of the head of the Kiev gendarme department. Irrespective of the calmness of the world, in the middle everything was virulent, like at Vesuvius. Ні, Kulyabko, zvichayno, buv vvіchlivy i zapobіzhny. Wow! The head of the department of the department cannot “through the lip” move the head of the department of the state. Ale! Services of rіznі, tse first. In a different way, the gendarmerie, whatever one may say, stand behind the police more.
- Come in, be kind, sir statsky radnik. How can I be brown? - Kulyabko boo vvіchlivy, ale, no more.
- Pan Colonel, I needed important information, which I respect for the need to bring to your attention.
- I hear you.
The bowel sighed.
- It’s like a pardon, - the gendarme smashed his “muzzle with a teapot”, - and, start, I can’t discuss the intelligence service with a be-kim. All the best is fenced with circulars and you know about the good.
– If I don’t know about the very fact of an undercover contact, then it’s ridiculous to rely on secret circulars, – Arkady Frantsovich, not getting involved in the light hairpin, – Bogrov having told you about the woman, as if preparing a terrorist act. I dare you to sing, the whole legend. Zhodnoї zhіnki not іsnuє. Bogrov is specially chosen to shoot from Prime Minister Stolipin.
To honor (otherwise) Kulyabko, his vein did not flinch in his guise. Hiba scho, the guise of yoga has become official enough.
- I don’t know anything about such a Bogrov, - the colonel vicariously, - I don’t know anything about such a swing. I cannot discuss the nutrition of the secret robot with third parties. Navіt іz you, grand pane Kіshko.
“Good,” Arkady Frantsovich nodded, “I have more than one hell of a time before you. Arranging for the signing of transfers to the Opera. For me, that is my helper.
“One is special for you,” the gendarme said dryly, “speak generously, but the seats in the twelfth row are strictly limited, and the rest, the meal, God forbid, I don’t know anyone.
Vіn dіstav zі zі table transfer і, vіdvіv і vіdvіduvacha vіdvіduvacha vіyuvato raspisavsya.
- I ask you to.
“My honor,” Kishko moved.
- My honor, - the gentleman moved to the cabinet.
Passing through the priymalnya, I stumbled upon a high rude panorama, which should be entered at the entrance from the street. Dribno Vіn naming, scho here bachiv tsgogo pan, but vin bov not in the mood to guess.
If vin, still burning with righteous anger, went up to the room, Stas bov was already there.
- I don’t care about the result, - operas, having taken tea from zі flasks, like a trimav at the hands, I go for the number, - vibatche, it’s clear from the guise.
- So, arguing with "susids", - having lived with the new word Kishka, - then I'm still satisfied, I can remember.
- God is among them, - Stas waved his hand, - it was, it will be. We smut - to sell information.
- They gave me only one transfer, and, moreover, Imennu, - the state guard said with annoyance, knowing the coat of that droplet.
- Tse, zvichayno, grief, - philosophically having respected operas, - but not bad. I know a way to get through the middle without any overflowing. I opera chi de?
- Do sensi - "abo de"? - Arkady Frantsovich chimed in.
- Tse hot such, do not give respect. I have two terms of nutrition at once: what kind of type did you shoot with Bogrov and de less shoot a stovbur. Another, navit, terms for the first.
- And forget to think, - the detective waved his hands, - at the presence of the First Power, the mother may be less than a special guard.
- Yeah. And the terrorists, - Stas said, - they, maybe, have a special camp. And then we forgot that I would come through the black entrance. Don't fool me at the entrance.
- Well, - Kіshko thought, - the person of my status, let's say, can't be scolded.
- Axis itself, - hmiknuv opers, - otherwise it hurts even more for me to listen to the law. For the joy, be-like a pillow.
Arkady Frantsovich grunted, but didn't make a sound.
- The shooting gallery is not far from here, at the police station. The gun is guilty of buti, like a native, here you have a walkie-talkie. It’s worth it that our baits didn’t ruin the recession, as we choose according to the cries.
- Zvichayno, - vidpoviv Stas, do not worry about embarrassing a good person.
Ruined - tse sche is an understatement. Pissed off - you'll be better. And everything that is possible. I, navit those that are not possible. Lost krihti - axis, right. Vtіm, it’s not obov’yazkovo for the civil servant about the nobility, the new one here has his own turbot - it’s more than good. “Once upon a time the anger of yoga,” the ancients said faithfully.
The police officers, as I have seen it, did not have any problems. The head of the department, having changed, greeted the distinguished guest, seeing him at the assistant's ward of a hefty, gloomy non-commissioned officer.
- Non-commissioned officer Kalashnikov, - presenting wine yoga, - at the shooter, I sing you, pure virtuoso. May you have your orders, like me.
“Let me know, your Vysochina,” the non-commissioned officer turned to Arkady Frantsevich.
- Cheer, - nodding to that.
- Chergov’s shooting, what’s the specific task?
- Be more specific.
- Let me name you, - the non-commissioned officer said slyly, - everything, in the shortest look, let's dig.
The stinks descended to the shooting range. Zdorov'yak, having keyed the important doors, and let the high-ranking guests ahead. Stas looked around. Garniy, good service shooting range. Without electronic bells and whistles, of course, the stars will get here, on the cob of the 20th century?
- So, what do you think? - the non-commissioned officer squealed, including sub-svіchuvannya.
- The object is collapsing, it’s raptly appearing, it’s meta chest, the distance is ten to fifteen meters, in the minds of a temporal deficit, - vikarbuvav, without hesitation, operas, - at the sensi, the hour will be short. A second or two, no more.
- You understand, your honor, - with the help of the Kalashnikovs, sorting out the targets.
Vіn choosing from a glass of sprat needed and pіshov in advance. By the clatter of an invisible toggle switch, at a distance of about fifteen meters, seven tall targets turned to stand alone, and at a distance of one meter, one and one.
“Your Visochina,” whispering Stas, “is such a shooting range, in my opinion, meritorious, as a minimum, in a bad way. We have the same.
- Shoot, your honor, - nodding, turning to the cordon, Kalashnikov.
Kishka, with obvious interest, watching for him, like a young colleague, roaring ahead, ruffling his jacket and staring at the target, then figuring out to the point.
- Sir non-commissioned officer, - do not turn around, asking Stas, - command me, be kind.
- I hear you, Vashbrod, - calling the non-commissioned officer, - get ready, pli!
Stas, having lifted the jacket, snorted Parabelum. One by one, sleeping, the slacks shone, the shots rumbled, the shells rang.
- Cross the targets, - commanding Kalashnikov.
If the stink three times went to the targets, the non-commissioned officer grunted.
- Good, Stanislav, - nodding the state guard.
Stas looked respectfully at the holes - they drank all the sacks, but in the center there were only two boules, another five boules in different areas of the targets, but closer to the edge.
- No, one more time, maybe, you need, - having stolen the head of operas, - you won’t give me another try. One shot in me. Do you know more patrons? - turning back to the non-commissioned officer.
- Don't be turbulent, Vashbrod, - chantingly calling himself that, - take, you need skilki. Mabut, your job is more important.
– Your truth, – nodding Stas, turning to the cordon.
Vіn vyyav empty storeroom and handing it over to the non-commissioned officer. Another series was in the distance. After the fifth episode of the vine, you found the necessary innocence. While Stas cleaned his streak, Kishka quietly spoke about it as the head of the department. By looking at the rest, one can easily identify the subject of the conversation. Without a doubt, the recommendation of the opera fell on fertile ground.
Without waiting, Stas proishov went to the carpenter's. The master of the land whiled away the hour, chiseling the plank with a planer and soulfully twisting the melody, satisfying his ear with the devil's aria. Having pumped yogo, uncle Vasya, having already changed at a non-abyak drink, raising his hand to his shoulder, as if it were seeming: “Everything is required!” Having moved heavily, I veiled at the corridor and, with unsteady hands, opened the lock on the other door. At the zdivovaniya glance, the opera vin stumbled, blinking, stepping in the middle, with one hand, loudly kicking the shaf, what was the cost of the wall.
- Axis out, how to go out, - having breathed fresh fumes, - on the right, she is young, I know the same, I can’t endure a zany eye.
Behind the broken furniture, a neat opening appeared at the wall.
Chapter 2
Well, like a movie. The portrait of Tsar Mikoli on the wall, important oxamite curtains, and the weather is the same for the hour - the new entourage. Behind the massive table, nazustrich youmu, a tall, broad-shouldered man with a plump whisky rose up, as if in a portrait in a book.
Hello, Arkady Frantsevich.
Sit, be kind, - Russian Sherlock Holmes with a welcoming gesture, showing an armchair on the skin, - how will you punish to call you? Dyakuyu, Volodymyr Ivanovich, you can be free.
The young detective, having put a pistol and confession in front of the head, indistinctly sign behind the door.
Stas. Stanislav Sizov. Sishchik.
And, colleague., - Kіshko, rozkrivshi posvіdchennya, respectfully twisted yogo, - operatives, hmm ... what a marvelous settlement, the right word.
What's amazing here? - Znizav shouldered operas - Hocha, so. Oper-falling-wetting. Tse have us so prikolyuyutsya, zhartuyut have sensi.
It's funny, - regotav detective, - falling-wetting. Vmіє rosіysky people schos such a twist.
Previously, we were called inspectors of carnivorous roses.
Well, it’s richer to sound nobler, - the state official nodded laudatoryly, - otherwise, having fallen wet, filthy relish. What fate did you hit, pan Sizova?
At the sixteenth, - Vidpoviv Stas i, already vdpovivshi, zrozumov, that the matter detective simply "spoke his teeth", - at the thousand nine hundred and sixty.
And your pistol of preparations, I mean, at the hands of your people, - Koshko said thoughtfully, - directly, you, Herbert Wells. I scho, the car has been found for an hour? Hi, judging by your testimony.
No, not yet guilty.
I am so sensible. You know what suits me in every mood, so, tse, yogo stupidity.
Well, so, - nodding Stas, - you can guess what could be better.
Axis, itself, - nodding to the famous detective, - curt, maybe, remembered. Nothing, cream of the headache, you do not tell the story.
Axis itself, - muttering operas.
Arkady Frantsovich rubbed his cholo.
Rozmirkovuyuchi mercantile, you come in handy - like a hare smoking, and, axis, me, like a detective, well, like a gift burn. You, I dare you, did you learn well in the gymnasium about the history of your country?
Having grasped it, - Stas nodded with a crooked smile, guessing the assistant “History of the SRSR”. - And more than that, I myself read the history of our book. For you, I, zvіsno, tsіnne dzherelo іnformatsії, goats understood.
The gut, obviously, denoting sarcasm, seemed to have sunk in the voice of a spy, but without reacting to it, only a few eyebrows, a trifle of pomit, lifted.
І about me memory was spared?
And by the fact that, having quenched the wine, Stas is aware that the food is not empty.
"I you," laughing to myself, "nothing is a stranger to people."
They remember you, - nodding vin, - put you at the butt. They call you the Russian Sherlock Holmes.
Acceptable, well, slightly. Ale, I call you, having spoken to you, I will ask you again.
Vin picked up the phone.
Sergius Ivanovich, be kind, book a restaurant for two persons. No, come here. I give you.
Well, axis, - Kishko chuckled, - we’ll hurt you at once, what God has sent, and then, don’t blame me, tell me about your past, and I’ll listen about our future, I’ll ask for a pun.
Statsky radnik carefully blotted his nose with a crispy servlet. The adjutant brought in a serving servlet, on which stood a teapot, silver zucchini and two tea flasks in glass bottles.
Dyakuyu, Sergiy Ivanovich.
Nodding, the officer indistinctly recognized the door.
Tea, I guess, have Russia not stopped drinking? - potsіkavivsya Kіshko, reminiscent of dark bottles, like a fire, let's drink.
They didn’t stop, - nodding Stas, sipping from the flasks, - it’s true, it’s rare to drink like that. Hurry up, racing. More bags.
Shovkovi, like the Chinese, what?
Paperov, - importantly zіthnuv operas.
Paperov? - zdivuvavsya detective - Well, tse, your will, bad manners pure drive. How can you?
God bless him, for tea, - Stas shook his head sharply, - on the right, I can’t stand calling. A few days later, near Kiev, student Dmitro Bogrov shot Petr Arkadiyovich Stolipin with a revolver.
Do you remember the details? - The gut immediately got up, like in front of a haircut.
The Tsar from the Usim Court was changed from Kiev. There, of course, there will be a Prime Minister.
Stas rozpovidav dryly, shortly, sternly. Emotions faded, the robot rose.
The head of the Kiev Security Department, in my opinion, the nickname is Kulyabko.
Kіshka movchki nodding.
Having taken into account the information that a woman had arrived to Kiev at night, after seeing his agent Dmitri Bogrov, a terrorist act was put on the battle squad - the shooting of Stolipin.
Bogrov, saying that he knows in disguise and help, as if to know. Kulyabko signed for you to pass to the theatre. Bogrov went there and shot two revolvers from the Prime Minister. In the mitigation of death, having vryatuvav the order, I ate it. Changing straight ahead, she passed the heart. On the fifth, I will not have mercy, the spring Stolipin died in the hospital. It seems that there was a version that Bogrov had beaten the funeral director.
The whole hour, until Stas spoke, the detective listened to yoga, without interrupting. For the whole hour of wine without putting the right food. If the operas are castled, we sit for a long time, we become dim. It didn’t matter for Stas to get over the edge of his thoughts. Vіn himself, yakby leaning on the mist Kіshka, punching two straight lines. First - chi not yogo wondrous appearance of a part of a gigantic desi? Nezrazumilo, zvichayno, with some method, but if it becomes clear, it will be pizno. At the politician, for an hour, such money-makers are scrolling, the grandmaster is smoking. And to a friend - how true, how to save the prime minister, who, for life, is glad not to hear, but prіє, like a beak on a red light? The task is not for the first class, frankly.
Otzhe, є such a version, what did the head of the gendarmerie take in the middle? - saying, nareshti, Kishko. - Kulyabko, zvichayno, bourbon and dumbass, some kind of joke, ale people are honest.
I have such an enmity that Yogo was simply outplayed, - having dared to insert Stas.
Kіshka movchki nodding, continuing to faint.
So, so, Pan Inspector, I won’t deceive my soul, є I have a glass of your rahunka. Like "pro", so and "contra", already do not blame me. If the detective himself knows, in our accursed craft, there is an expensive cost, and it can be expensive. Ale, the stakes are too high. Vtratimo Pyotr Arkadiyovich - we will see Russia, I will ask again.
Vin glanced at the opera indulgently. Stas Movchav. Mav ratsiyu vіdomy detective, what is already there.
Let me know, - continuing Kishko, - I appoint you as an official for special hands. The formalities of the hills I shake myself, all the troubles. But if you show up, scho vie, sir, mystifier, do not blame me - I will shoot myself.
I am fit, - Stas said calmly, - about Stolipin and in my co-workers such a thought. Tilki smut famously not in terrorists, but in tsars. Your autocrat is weak, see already vibachte, as if he accidentally destroyed something.
Vin is no longer only ours, but yours, - the detective said with an onslaught, - and “destroying”, I remember, not the right word. Nadali raja to think.
From you they thought of it, - Stas muttered uncompromisingly, - they grumbled the prime minister, then they angered the Belarusians in full. And for the last ten years, the opera began to hang in the offices, because I starve to sit, and do not pay wages for three months.
Yogo suffered. Ale zukhvaliy glance of the opera having spent on the ruined eyes of the great detective. There, there was such an uncritical bіl, that Stasovі became filthy.
How can you booty? - Quietly sleeping Kіshko.
Vibatchte, - Stas became unbearably shameful, no little child in disguise lashed out, - vibatch me, Arkady Frantsovich. For the rest of the hour, not everything was going well for us there. Tell you - don't believe me. So, and not varto, singsongly.
Varto, - the detective said firmly, - but about the other stuff. If everything is so, as you say, you need half a mother. Ale at once smut - save Pyotr Arkadiyovich. You, yak, - transvіv vіn rozmovu in a more vital channel, - vіddaєte the priority of your armor, but it’s better to take it from our arsenal? I'm afraid you don't know this type of attack at once. Hiba sho.
Win, glancing at the PM, sweetly squeezing the buckle, pulling out the magazine, clicking the cartridge, twisting it at the fingers.
See Parabellum Borchard-Luger pidide?
Ni. Tsey is shorter by a millimeter. Type I is the smallest.
So yak?
Axis, Parabelum, I would know. Is it possible, is it possible?
Why not? - squeezing Kіshka with mighty shoulders, - Parabelum, so Parabelum. Well, change your clothes, you know, you need to. With such a person looking, God knows who to take you for. For your new plant, you know.
So, who is in conflict? - Zdivuvavsya Stas, - Tilki, axis, our pennies are not in use here, but I don’t have yours, you know, you don’t.
Allow me to pout.
Vin saw the stretched out twenty-ruble note, glanced respectfully, rubbed his forehead, - the axis of this profile is mine, your will, whoever guesses.
Well, so, - Stas laughed, - at the same time, maybe, at the rose. Volodymyr Illich Ulyanov - Lenin, the founder of the first in the world power of workers and villagers.
The head of state? Kishka twisted his lips guilefully. - Lawyer Tsey, socialist?
The axis of that stink you and zzherli, - ruthlessly saying the operas, - they didn’t take you seriously. They won't liberalize with you. Garazd, not on the hour of the topic, then we will expand on the details. You will forget about sleep for three days, I guarantee.
For two years, senior lieutenant of the militia Sizov, and another official for special hands under the head of the Russian rozshuk, entering Koshka's office. How many times did Syria wear a double-breasted suit made of linen fabric. The clothes, in principle, did not shake too much, depending on how loud the wine sounded. For a wine, hiba scho bowler. Ale in the city, it was not customary to appear on the streets without a headdress.
By the intestines lay a solid bundle of pennies and a document, scho zasvіdchuє, scho Stanislav Yuryovich Sizov to you is not abyss, but oh-hoo. I, like the final touch of a new camp, a brand new Parabellum, ring out tucked into the belt of your pants.
Come in, Arkady Frantsovich is checking on you, - after reminding the adjutant.
To you, Sergius Ivanovich, - Stas said something, opening the door.
Already at the very porosity of the wines, glancing swiftly over his shoulder and taking in the glance, he was filled with hostility. So, do not love yoga adjutant, don’t go to the grandmother. Wanting, why b, give up. Chi vіn usіh not to love, who is close to the chief yogo?
Well, axis, zovsіm іnsha rіch, - grafting yogo statsky radnik, - immediately give the car. In the evening at the train, the hour is expensive.
The railway station square was filled with the cries of the lads who were selling newspapers, as the public tacked smartly, the cries of the hawkers sang hot, in the heat, in the heat, pies and bagels.
On the platform, everything was decorous - a ringing sound that, having arrived at the warehouse, shoved a steam locomotive entwined with a hissing pair. I, no fuss and nervousness when landing at the car. Wearing aprons, they dragged valises, trunks and bags of passengers, which they see, under the lazy glance of a chergovy.
And the peron is alive to his life - a chestful smile of ladies in a long cape and a gallant omission of an officer, a kind of farewell. The merry chirping of the little ones, under the sight of a thin maman and a guard nurse, passed into the passenger car. The prissy German is respectful and indestructible, and then we mince the “bun” at the cauldron and with the monocle. Young officers look slyly at him and laugh merrily, reminiscent of youth and youthful recklessness. Aha! They smashed the stalk into a pretty girl. Hmm, nothing is new in this world!
Brooking the first blow at the train, and having seen them off, they left the carriages. On another blow, the locomotive whistled and shoved, blowing clouds of dima into the sky. Pulling trembled, sipnuvsya і, destroying z mіstsya, beginning to gain momentum. Stas, thinking about his own, glancing over the platform as he poured. The conductor, peeping at the door, chirped loudly: why not allow Mrs. Vidisti tea, or let him go to the restaurant? Definitely, there is a service for passengers on a flat river - it’s not for you - boorish service from the first hour.
Vin step by step delving into the life of Russian Russia, and catching himself on the thoughts, scho you shiro shkoda її to spend - taka. Behind the vіknom of the car, black was weeping, like ink, none of the rare vogniks of the pіvstankіv.
Believe me, Stanislav, - sighing Kishko, adding a little bit of cognac to the flasks with tea, - I, adzhe, an old sishchik, beaten-killed. Those who tell me the truth, I'm running like that.
I can’t understand - having continued wine, - how could it be so, that Sovereign, vzagali, z tsієї, vibach, Lord, trash, entering into negotiations? At the nine hundred and fifth of all tsikh robes'iriv one Semenіvskiy regiment was rozіgnav, like a wind of autumn leaves. Where is the life guard bula? Just don't say what the stench hurt.
They didn’t see it, - Stas summarily stole his head, - they perished near the Pinsky swamps. I sent them there myself. Axis so, Arkady Frantsovich.
This dialogue was interrupted by a long conversation. Stas, a mischievous detective, gave an excursion to the history of the country. It's true, about the best moments - about the priests sitting on the fire and the other middle ones - wines, blowing the nerves of the spymaster, not overdoing it. The gut for the eyes stabbed the one who felt the wine. I knew so much about terrorism against terrorism. About the Russian-Nimets war, I also heard calmly. Rozpovіd about the shooting of the tsar's sim'ї zmusiv zhovna clench his teeth, only zhovna came in the forts.
Oper, marveling at the incomprehensibility of the civil servant, having already become zamislyuvatisya - for evil, for the good of yogo appearing here? Youthful maximalism of wines, long ago, without suffering. I remember well about the snowstorm Ray Bradbury. And so wherever the road is, it is paved with good intentions. One of the wines of roses is miraculous - a full rose of understanding of the situation in the local wines is not at hand. Monarchists will be the king's faithful, irrespective of the fact that Russia will turn to evil for good. To the revolutionaries, also, take that load of autocracy, and no flowers. And then we will take one for one, like spiders at the bank.
Tsіkavo, what is an official for special hands - to finish a big “bun” in order to start your game? So, nі, - thoughts having smacked vin to himself, - devout, what? Cheaper to squeeze in between Scylla and Charibda. There and those chances are greater. So, what is there, as if you are already talking about chances, they have a new one, like a bear has two millstones.
Garazd, colleague, - Kishko sighed, - let's sleep, maybe. We'll get to Kiev only tomorrow evening. Pan in five or six days, only a little, come. So it's an hour, I think we have є. So, how do you like the local goodness? You, perhaps, have progressed so far that we, the dark ones, have never dreamed of.
How can I tell you, - Stas slyly, - I didn’t travel at the general’s cars. The simple, obviously, don't have such luxury. Ale, take a ride, well, it’s better to walk. Goodbye, Your Highness.
Vin, giblets, starting to grow in the price of an old life.
1 Stas did not exchange his words, she herself says so in the materials of the criminal record. On the right, until about the 30s of the 20th century, the words pistol and revolver were fully synonymous.
The first part of the "long road in the dunes" has ended - Russia has found itself receiving federal approvals from the protection of business interests. This podії rebuffed innumerable discussions about low, fundamentally important food, the main one from such offensives: and what is taking away the business-spontaneity of such a bustling fellow on his right? Kim vin will be, the ombudsman will be a guardian, a public servant, or just an official under the head of the order?
Our local coordination is happy with the SME, remembering, blaming that the settlement can be sovereign, with a clearly christened stake again, otherwise who can hear the "upovnovazhenny"? Do not let the voice of the defender of the merchants to the voice of the chief, which is the right of the “residual paper”. Bouv is already an example of this kind. In Ulyanovsk, the Ombudsman changes hands with the rank of vice-premier of the regional order. And if you are an official, then you will be an official, then your circle of yogo will be in your head in the head of your bureaucratic figure, so it seems to be like that ... I want yogo to be called garniim foreign names, we call for mediation, there is nothing fundamentally new in the outside world. Khiba sho will become a new word for derzhbudіvnitstvі.
And if it was so, then more often a German certificate would be taken for a severance. There is not only that there is no posture of membership in the chambers of commerce and industry of any kind of business administration, but also that the chamber of ci has a special business ministry: to sit quietly, to take part everywhere, to legislate to vote - if you want with signatures, without any, prote, prote, prote, business strength will not wake up. At the moment, the Chamber of Commerce and Industry of Nimechchini take part in the formation of the budget of the Russian economy, the development of life and industry, the preparation of draft laws on how to regulate the activity of small businesses. The chambers of commerce and industry can make a great splash in every direction of the life of the society, taking a part in the meetings of the mіstsevyh organs of self-regulation.
In our country, this topic of the last summer at the meetings of the Gromadska Chamber of the Republic of Tatarstan was well discussed by Khuzina from Dilova Rosiya and Shamsutdinova from Pravoi Spravi. "DR" boasted of analytical notes to the "Barometer" project, with which they were overwhelmed by hundreds of orders, and "PD" annoyingly clucked:
- Can't you tell?
- And what about the veto in the country? - Skipila "DR". “Bullo, we wouldn’t sit here.
Symptomatically: the "suspіlniki" summed up behind the administrative cudgel, and not about those, for example, to raise an arbitration arbitral tribunal, which does not allow the mass of superechok to reach the official judicial review, which representatives of the business are categorically not satisfied with.
In the country, impersonal hromada organizations, calling to represent and protect the interests of business. There were a few of them in the republic - over three dozen. I what? Who can guess them offhand?
- Association of small and medium businesses, association of enterprises and enterprises, Chamber of Commerce and Industry, farmers' association - what else? What else can a businessman of my equal know? - also the general director Elemte Z. Shafikova spoke.
Organizations we have for any relish: for parties, new balls, primary courses ... But businessmen don’t even want to go to the wounds and vernissages. There are 170,000 SMEs alone and less than 20,000 members of community organizations. Chi heartime Vlad vseryoz skin eighth-ninth?
Volodymyr Zhuykov, who represented the "Center of Business Services" of the Chamber of Commerce and Industry, remembers that, having rehabilitated organizations for a long time, for the idea, he is guilty of protecting the interests of enterprises. І putting rhetorically inquiries: what will be the basis of the figure of the regional ombudsman "synergistic effect"? Bude, well, how not to be. Axis chi overlapping wines is another synergistic effect that resembles fear of the authorities and legal illiteracy?
Yes, obviously, serious success of the profile, so let's move, authority. Farmers' association to promote projects of insurance, banking products and promote them to bankers and insurers. You can deal with arbitration courts with legal services, business grievances. But little else. In addition, a specific area was served from the administration as served, and continued to be served by specific mediators-intercessors. It’s important to check, what kinder shove the Ombudsman.
The regional ombudsman is still only in Ulyanovsk. But those who were the guest of Ulyanovsk - Vice-Premier Anatoliy Saga, having told our missionary undertakings, did not come to the aid of the law enforcement agency, even if they wanted such a specific one. In short, it is similar to the work of a specialist in psychological communications of the population of that power. Vіdnosinі teplіshayut, zvichayno, ale and years.
None of them have said anything, and they have not denied that the ombudsmen-arbitrators need and are important - regional and federal. But it’s more logical to develop those that already have some reasons for slipping.
Enormous businessmen stated with great vehemence that, for example, the bankers of Canadians are important for everything else, as they should not stink. Business rights are protected by the power of businessmen. And the super girls are hanging around the courts.
“Half of the people need loans, investors. Public organizations do not have a systematic work for each part. Concentrate on financial storage.” Maybe, really, it’s even more inevitable if you check for help from the state? The one who gives, make sure to twist the one who takes.
Baitemirov has long been talking about the earth - more precisely, yoga day, Salagaev - about the greatness of words to administrators, like "swearing a word" for an applicant for loans, and inshi - about "leasing", which promotes support for the winter season for enterprises ... It was, in fact, a threat all economies. About threats to all the hulks. So, it’s wonderful to sound like a piece of food for the subpriyemnitsky segment, plots fixed only in the middle of the social gap. Tse yak zamina to understand. At Zakhodі, the financial ombudsman sorts out the super-money between banks and the caretakers of their services, not arranging the suspense of people. Britain's "Guardian", for example, has an independent editor-ombudsman for sorting out readers' scams on journalists' readers!
More for everything, the robotic ombudsmen are in the forefront, as if judging Boris Titov’s speech, they will see not investments, but the rights of businessmen, reviewing rights, arguing against entrepreneurs, contacts with the law enforcement system. Recognition of the violation of the rights back to the recognition of the federal upovnovazhenny monitored in the special bureau "Opori Rosії". Not relying, perhaps, on the swedish progress of the ship system, Titov, having called out to the development of an exhausting arbitration arbitration, to bring super-small businesses to the maximum possible extent with the jurisdiction of official courts.
More respect. In progressive countries, the ombudsman is a “parliamentary” rank, which controls the government departments. Vice-premier at such a time - what is the ombudsman? Shvidshe, a chergovy official from special hands. Putin called such a figure "procedurally significant." Characteristically, no one knows about the Guild of SMEs, how they led people on the streets. Sity is no friend to the hungry.
The Ombudsman takes away the right to intervene in the interests of the court, to examine their claims, to submit propositions to the authorities of the state power, as well as the right to adjudicate normative acts until the court decides that, as a safe entry, to file before the court for operational In addition, following the words of the premier, the association of entrepreneurs will have the right to file a court case for the protection of the interests of businessmen.
Pro mbudsman(Sweden. ombudsman, ombudsman, “representative”, before the Russian mov it went through English, zvіdsi - “men”) - some powers have a posadov’s person, the functions of control over the attainment of legal rights and the interests of the people in the activities of the vikonavcho authorities are supposed to gardening rules. Officially name the plant in different countries to squabble.
The first settlement of the “parliamentary ombudsman” was founded by the Riksdag of Sweden in 1809. Officially name such a sovereign controller in a different way: for example, in France - an intermediary, in Great Britain, New Zealand, India - a parliamentary commissioner (upovnovazheny). In some countries, there are a few ombudsmen, for the skin of which there is a fixed sphere of administration (in Sweden, for example, - civil, white, and on the right side). The stinks are robbed by parliament and appointed by the head of state. Pereveryayuchi dії osadovih osіb sovereign apparat, the ombudsman has no right to skasovuvat їх decisions, alé can give other recommendations. In most countries, control is more limited, not extended to the order, ministries, foreign political departments, police, municipal bodies.
