Kitabı oku: «Navalyayev. Non fictional stories», sayfa 7

It is difficult to overestimate the beauty of the stream of sounds, pouring out, as if from a sinking ship's hole, and tearing away the prosperity of a quiet evening in Kiev. It seemed that even the contraceptive cockroaches were hiding. From the rolls of eternity, Amalia Apollinarevna, in a cup of tea, fell a false jaw; Gesi Myasnikov's suspenders burst; Tolyan Krysiuk sobered up; And guest of the grandmother Varka, a taiga hunter from the Yamal-Nenets Autonomous District, threw up his gun. All the components of genius, like an intricate puzzle, formed in one moment.

Having connected the microphone, Callistrat Ippolitovich, with a trembling hand, pressed the "record" button, borrowed from the neighbor, a pre-prepared "Dnepr-9" reel recorder, as though launching a space ship. In one person the composer and the performer selflessly repeated into the microphone, a musical cry thrown into immortality. Having completed the most pleasant and responsible – a clean sound recording, which can be considered a precious fruit of a difficult and long work, Comrade Navalyaev, for the first time in six months, fell asleep to the heroic dream of a hero who accomplished the greatest feat.

The very evening of the next day, he decided not to rely on the case, personally went to the State Television and Radio, at Khreshchatyk 26, where the contest was held – "Anthem of the World". But to the great

Peace in the world! Cleansed from the dust

Let eternity shine upon you

Rest in peace! In eternal harmony

Your spirit is now liberated.

He expressed himself in magic sounds,

Now he is in eternal beauty.

The astonishment of our hero, he was not allowed to go inside, only taking a precious film from his hands, on a plastic reel, and also recorded the home address and telephone number of the "young" contestant. There was no limit to the joy of Kallistrat Ippolitovich. He even, on occasion, allowed himself to be treated to ice cream. "Vershkov" for 13 cents! Our composer, smeared with ice cream, patrician stepping home, already tried on the laurel wreath of a triumphant, who undoubtedly awaits him on the altar of musical glory. Comrade Navalyaev, no matter how strained, could not imagine what this altar looks like, persuading yourself only that it is a very worthy structure, stored in one of the bright halls of the majestic Gosteleradio, for special occasions. And what, if not the most striking example of this "special case", is his brilliant work, his brainchild, his masterpiece called "The Anthem of the World". This is just what justifies such, pomposity-filled rooms, since the genius creations, with their light touch, carry away to eternity all that they deign to touch.

The period of waning in the clouds ended quite soon, somewhere on the third, fourth day. Then came the time of doubt, which put our maestro to a standstill. Then struck a bitter hour of disappointment, throwing and hysterics of unrecognized genius. Navalyaev scurried around the corners of the "children's room", nervously picking his nose and biting his nails. He became a frequent visitor to the entrance of the Gosteleradio, where he was already unceremoniously driven into the neck, escorting kicks in the backside. Returning home from work, he, without noticing that, found himself on Khreshchatyk, in front of the building No.26, where cruel, soulless and insignificant people were hiding behind the windows, unable to distinguish the masterpiece from the mediocrity. All this, of course, Callistrat Ippolitovich wore, not daring to share even with his mother. But everyone, even the angelic patience comes to an end – the spring bursts, the dam breaks, the hay ignites, the bottom falls out, in other words it becomes simply unbearable. But here is the paradox. All these fears immediately disappear, it is only necessary to see the chimera. Which, in fact, happened to our hero.

Such an outlet, if you please saving the straw, for Navalyaev, was his first love – Lenochka Malinovskaya, who studied with Callistratus Ippolitovich to the fourth grade, after which, by some miracle, she managed to emigrate with her parents to Great Britain, where she settled. "That's who will appreciate! That's who will understand! "– thought Navalyayev, remembering the golden-haired fairy, the master of her own dreams.

Already at the end of March, without any doubts and delays, our bookkeeper-composer collected a parcel, where he carefully packed a plastic coil with a magnetic tape that concealed a musical masterpiece – "The Anthem of the World". He sealed the envelope and licked the pencil to write the letters and numbers that made up the address of the girl who lived in the city of London on Abby Road 5. But, perhaps, absentmindedly, perhaps with excitement, having not seen, Comrade Navalyayev confused the numbed figure "5", in an old notebook, with a troika, accidentally sending a message to Abby Road 3, where the famous recording studio Abby Road of the British media group EMI Group, where the legendary Beatles recorded their music, is located.

P.S. We do not know for sure what the musicians of the legendary Beatles experienced when they heard Navalyaev's Anthem of the World… but on April 10, the same year 1970, Paul McCartney announced the disbandment of the Beatles. True, Navalyayev learned about this event two months later. Since in the program "Time" this fact was considered not worthy of mention.

Chapter 3
“ICELANDIC MOSS OR COOLING SYSTEM”

The day before (this, even can be considered a prologue): On a fine summer evening, somewhere around five, at the front entrance of the grocary store one on the corner of Saksaganskogo and Stepan Khalturin streets, Kallistrat Ippolitovich Navalyaev collided with a drunken couple – a neighbor, Lyudmila Fedoseevna Kotovasenko, nicknamed Josephine, and Vladimir Stepanovich Kobelkovsky, a taxi driver from a neighboring house, who was Lyuskin's boyfriend.

By the way, it is possible that Josephine, Lyuska, was nicknamed because, like the wife of the great Napoleon, Josephine de Beauharnais, nee Marie Rose Joseph Taschet de la Pajéry, she was not particularly strict moral standards, although this ridiculous fact is unlikely Was known, and therefore had the opportunity to influence the choice of the local basotha, "christened" the citizen of Kotovasenko by this euphonious name. What to say, Lyuska was a famous slut. She "twisted the shenanigans" with many married and unmarried men, without fear of cursing and scorn. She was not embarrassed by the grandmother's gossiping at the entrance, seeing off the pretty girl with hissing and cross signs, imposed unceasingly, both on her own brow and after her fiancé. Nor were they threatened by the threats of the wives of the kobeliruyuschih personalities, that is, all those who wandered around Lyuska's skirt. About Josephine gossiped that, they say, it is worth it to slip, and the men at her feet can be stacked. All this is true, and yet, there was that one, about which she dreamed. That only Phoebus, who forever remained in the heart of the delightful Esmeralda. Yes, you did not misinterpret, the main subject of the adoration of the irresistible Josephine was the same citizen Kobelkovsky, whom we met at the grocery store. But the thirty-six-year-old Vovchik, as Lyusya called him, was married a long time and hopelessly, with three children at the same time. To tell the truth, all this economy, did not take away the passion for the cute and trouble-free, like the rifle of Berdan, Lyuska, whose incomparable appearance gave him no rest, forcing to meet with "beloved", in strict secrecy, behind the strong gates of his own garage No. 7. One of the narrow boxes of the auto cooperative "Barvinok", where the faithful steel horse Vovan was stored – three-speed, 35 horse-horse "Moskvich 402".

Fumbling with the drunken gaze of the baggy figure of Navalyaev, Josephine sniffed scornfully, smiled, calling to her neighbor.

– Well, dam defective, I found myself a woman?! Or are you going to be patient, do you look under skirts? Moron.

She burst out laughing.

Ludmila Fedoseyevna Kotovasenko, in fact, was not a vicious woman, and somewhere deep in her soul, even quite compassionate. But by the will of fate, being in the ranks of those individuals who are mad at the lack of order in life, the absence of a family, and for this reason deprived of motherhood, she sometimes wanted to seem like a soulless bitch, who made those around him take on a very hostile disposition. Navalyaev, unlike the overwhelmihttps://webmail.networksolutionsemail.com/interfaces/sso/login.php?user_domain=mail.vipstay.comng majority, of course, who was ill-wishers, understood perfectly the reason for Lyudmila's so ugly behavior, so he not only sympathized with the girl, but also respected her.

"Forgive me, Lyudmila Fedoseyevna, not exactly… but only… I'm not in a hurry. After all, as the amazing Albert Camus claimed – "Only one great love in a lifetime justifies the causeless bouts of despair that we are exposed to."

The confused Navalyaev mumbled, he did not teach any wrongdoing, especially to lie to women. Josephine stared at her neighbor with an unkind look.

– Whaat?!

– Come on, Luces…

Vovchik grinned crookedly, hiding a bottle of cognac under the floor of his jacket.

"… moved." Enough bazaar with fools. We'll have a nice rest…

He offered it voluptuously, embracing the "lady of the heart" by the shoulders. Laughing in the face of the awkward Navalyayev, even without a hint of embarrassment that might have been caused by an insult to an unfamiliar person, under the reprehensible looks of casual passers-by, a couple headed down the street. Already after a quarter of an hour, after a casual meeting at the door of the deli, Josephine and Vovchik approached the gates of box number 7, the garage cooperative Barvinok.

The Barvinok co-operative was a fenced-off area surrounded by concrete, sometimes asphalted, near the railway tracks, where more than four dozen numbered garages were crouched, adhered to the decrepit wall by half a brick. One of these walls, which survived after the Second World War, turning black like a thorn in the old wasteland, proved to be a compelling reason for it to be cloaked in garages in the early sixties and called the Barvinok co-operative. Subsequently, there was another wall, which means two more rows of boxes erected and squeezed into a tight space behind the concrete hedge.

It was here, to the gate under number 7, brought his girlfriend Vovchik Kobelkovsky. Looking around casually, the owner of the garage turned the key several times in the keyhole, hiding behind Josefina behind the metal door. Inside, everything was familiar and in advance, quite prudently prepared for drinking and debauchery – the usual pastime for those who were in a dark box, filled up with all sorts of rubbish.

At the same moment, when a couple penetrated into the dimness of the Amur cloister, two faceted glasses, not washed since May, and several green apples appeared on dust-covered metalworking table.

"Oh, Vovchik, green apples again?" Actually,with brandy goes lemon.

– Are you out of your mind?! Where can I possibly get lemons for you now?! It's not like it's a, New Year!

However, on this whim of the girls are over, and everything fell into place. At first the cognac was drunk, and then, under the unrestrained laughter of Josephine, Vovan dragged her into the close salon of the Moskvich. After a brief floundering between the "sofa" seats, which certainly would not have been approved not only by Venus but also by Aphrodite, the breathless and crumpled lovers got out. Having conceded to the chosen one a single chair, or rather to say what was left of him, Vovan, sitting down on an empty 20-liter canister, lit a cigarette.

– Hey you Kazanova, there is no more booz left!

With doomed voice asked Josephine, while lit a cigarette with a cigarette of her lover.

– You offending me Lyusyok, in the stash there is a bottle of brew.

"Shura's women?"

– Not Avdeevny.

"Oh, it's a nightmare, my had will burst!" From carbide, she makes it, or what?

"All right, do not worry… my princess.

Moonshine prompted the couple once again to get into the car salon, the field of which disheveled Josefina in an ultimatum form said.

– And now, I want champagne!

"Lyusyok, you fell asleep at the crown today?!" Where does champagne come from!?

The drunken girl sternly cocked her head.

"I do not care about your difficulties." Champagne come on and on!

– Listen, come on. One could call Lyubka Serduchka, from the "desk of orders", so she is on vacation. I went to Skadovsk…

"Do not mumble me here!" Go and find a woman asking for a kada!

Having pronounced the verdict, the strict Joseine was delayed with a cigarette butt. Doomed for pointless searches Vovan, he stuck to the gate. Opening the garage door with a key, as it was opened with the help of a key both from the outside and from the inside, Vovchik slammed the metal "gate" as if he had locked the lover forever.

"All right, snake…"

He whispered maliciously when suddenly a sober thought knocked on his head.

"But surely, the plum of Plum had a bottle of champagne!" Well, yes, I was. His Tonka hid her on her birthday.

The hope that struck Vovchik's temples allowed him to cheer up.

– So, and what is the number of days?

He scratched the back of his head.

– Yeah, so Tonka snejda in the night! There is a contact!

He exclaimed, rushing to the gates of the cooperative, to go to the godfather Sliva, who lived in the street of Arkady Gaidar.