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– Well, think it over! It is real to live in this country. If you want of course. But you don’t, Major. Don’t wait – grab it at once! Easily, joyfully and with dignity! And that fellow Garik we’ll take with us!

– Don’t involve him in your schemes! I don’t let you spoil this guy! And I’m not going with you either.

– OK. We’ll see later who’s right. Next time I’ll give you the keys from a Moscow flat! Again you refuse?!

– In Moscow – of no use! I’ll get a flat in Rostov.

– How long?

– What d’you mean – how long?

– How long are you on the waiting-list?

– Five years.

– And you’ll wait for twenty-five years as well!.. Am I right? Svetlana? – Malcovich asked Smirnov’s wife who’d just come.

– Stop whispering you two! Again chatting of us women?! Let’s go and eat the cutlets until they are cold. When will you get married, Andryusha? Can’t stop tempting my husband!

– It’s absolutely impossible! I tell him – look at this girl, look at that! But he – fuck off! I love my wife!

Smirnov hit Malcovich slightly below his chest.

Chapter 11

Larisa Ivanovna Garova pushed the doorbell button on the gate in a high thick fence. A short-haired boxer called Vandamme began to bark, then Valeria’s mother shouted:

– Shum! Sit! Shum I said! Shut up! Blasted Vandamme!

Step by step the barking ceased. It was obvious, the hostess managed to drive her big dog into its huge kennel. Now Larisa Ivanovna could hear her approaching steps.

Having opened the gate Larisa Ivanovna’s new relative couldn’t help yawning, disappointed.

– Ah, it’s you! Anything happened?

– No, just to visit Valeria, – her tone sounded sorry.

Without any further words, the hostess of a two-storey mansion nodded and let her in. Valeria’s mother shut the gate, lloking all the time over Larisa Ivanovna or through her as if she was made of glass.

Valeria came onto the balcony:

– Mum, who’s there?

– To you. Can’t lift your ass and see yourself! I have to open the door all the time, with my high pressure! – The tall big woman with white dyed hair told off her daughter entering the house. – Don’t forget to feed your Schwarznegger or Vandamme, what’s his bloody name! He’s ready to tear me to pieces! Hardly shut up!

A big Persian cat appeared in the parlour. Valeria’s mother took it on her hands:

– A good cat! – she said lackadaisically and went to the drawing-room.

Larisa Ivanovna followed her. Then she stopped at the spiral stairs and thought whether to ascend or Valeria would descend to her. As if reading her thoughts like a book Valeria leaned over the rail:

– Go up, Larisa Ivanovna!

Breathing heavily Larisa Ivanovna fell down on an armchair. Valeria’s thin lips stretched in a smile. Then she sat beside her:

– Any problems?

– Good god, no! It’s alright! Sasha’s friend brought me a letter from him and some money.

– What money?

– He’s got his first wages. Wrote to me to hand it to you. You can put it on the savings bank account if you please. Or buy something.

Larisa Ivanovna was about to tell Valeria about Sasha’s letter, but was struck by her daughter-in-law’s categoric tone:

– I don’t need any money! I don’t need anything!

Larisa Ivanovna was perplexed. She didn’t realize what was wrong. Some supernatural forces made her raise from the armchair. Stunned, she could hardly murmur:

– Well, I’d better go. Bye.

Well, she won’t tell her anything at all! Not in a mood!

It didn’t occur to Valeria why Larisa Ivanovna had got upset:

– Where are you going? Larisa Ivanovna?

«Valeria doesn’t call me Mother».

– Your cat’s made a piss on the carpet! – heading for the stairs, Larisa Ivanovna uttered quietly. She didn’t Valeria anymore. She ignored her questions.

– Ah, no matter! Let’s have tea! But where are you?

– No thanks. Never mind.

Larisa Ivanovna nearly rushed from the gate. Never! Never she will cross the threshold of this wicked house again! Never.

Chapter 12

– Garov! Don’t try! You’ll never get through! It’s useless! They don’t connect even with Rostov. I can’t send a pack to Mozdok for two days! And you’re calling your wife! – the working-department chief rapped out his words.

– Mikhail Andreevich! Let me try! It’s very urgent! My folks at home are shocked by the news from Chechnya on TV. I’m sure they are worried about me.

– Worried you say?! OK. Permission granted. But just for your sake! Don’t jabber it to anyone if you get through. All want to phone you know.

The stout lieutenant colonel left the room. But not because he was polite. He was to be at a festive table. If the calendar wasn’t mistaken it was the 7th of November*.

– Hullo, Dad, is it you? It’s Sasha. Is Lera in?

His father’s morose remark «Just a moment» hurt Sasha’s soul. Just this phrase, nor «Hello!», nor «How are you?»!

– Oh, Sashka! – the receiver asked merrily.

– Hi, Lera!.. No time… Can cut off any minute!.. I’m alright!.. Don’t watch TV. Here no one speaks to journalists and they invent horrors just to say something.

– Well, I don’t watch TV at all…

– Really?! And What d’you do? – Garov asked.

– Yesterday came back from Sochi with old folks. Maman sunburnt badly – now is suffering from overpressure. Papa’s standing for elections. Going to be a deputy. Can you imagine?

– Bunny! Sorry I can’t speak long.

– Hmm. When are you back?

– In two months I hope! Visit my Mum, tell her I called. Or live with her for some time, will you?

– No, it’s a bit improper. – Lera drawled.

Angry Garov nearly hung up. Improper! Improper for his wife to live with his mother! Just for moral support and help about the house.

– Valeria, time’s up! – Garov said, tired.

– Well, bye! – Lera hung up.

Ensign Merdyev entered the room stealthily and slapped Garov on his shoulder:

– Don’t hold the line! Maybe, someone’s calling here! What’s at home? You’re lucky if you got through!

Garov hung up, clutched a bunch of keys nervously from the table:

– That’s the end! Yes, that’s the end! – and went out quickly.

Almost all gathered at the table. The women put on their best dresses, the men – their medals and orders. Garov who of course came late was offered a place near Ensign Lyuba Antonova. She began to patronize Garov at table. But he wanted neither spirits nor salads Lyuba offered him and answered «Yes» or «No» to all her questions.

And it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to understand why Lyuba was so tender with Garov. Vadim Smirnov with his wife Svetlana was right to her. Lyuba was full of jealosy. So she was going to tempt Garov and thus revenge Smirnov.

Lyuba invited Garov to a slow dance and became too sentimental listening to Talkov’s song. She pressed herself to Garov passionately during the refrain phrase «You’ll come to me But it’ll be too late».

At first Garov didn’t react at all. But step by step he began to feel extremely strong gravity to the knolls of her nipples (and without bra!) So he pushed her a bit aside.

After the last accord of «Summer Rain» Garov rushed to the street.

– Where are you going, Sasha? – Lyuba said with caress.

– I need some fresh air. It’s a bit stuffy here.

– May I go too?

– Well, why not.

So Antonova nearly achieved her goal. The culmination of that sudden gravity between two bodies was forthcoming… Many girls had dreamed to draw Garov to bed. But they had failed. But not she! Antonova anticipating her triumph pretended to be drunk. She clutched his hand. But suddenly she felt that her other hand was grabbed by… whom do you think?.. by Smirnov!

Smirnov was burnt with curiosity. He followed them in the darkness leaving his talkative Svetlana with Nikishov’s wife.

– Well, well, well! Where going to, you little doves?!

Antonova kept her head:

– I’m free and I can walk with whom I want? Go, Comrade Major, to your dear wife!

Smirnov told Garov in a whisper:

– Look here, leave us, OK. We’ll have a chat!

Garov didn’t rejoin the celebrating company and went to bed. But he couldn’t sleep. Went out again. Antonova’s and Smirnov’s voices came from the bathhouse. The stars were shimmering. Then the voices died away. Very soon the Major appeared pulling in his belt and shouted in the dark doorway of the bathhouse: «If I see you with someone else – I’ll punish you!». Not seeing Garov Smirnov passed by him and muttered to himself: «Hm… Garov she wanted! Fig to her!»

Silence covered all around. And only the rockets of fireworks flying up to the sky sometimes broke it.

Alex sat on the steps of the commandant’s office and Djohar the dog came up to him. He touched Sasha’s chest with his moist nose. The young man hugged him as if the dog could realize his misery.

Chapter 13

Dasha Sviridenko went onto the balcony. Somewhere at the distance the darkness was torn by the salute and in her thoughts there was a strange inexplicable connection between the darkness of the night and what was on behind her back – a feast in a new flat gifted to them, a young married couple, by her in-laws.

The house-warming dated for the 7th of November was at its height. One toast after another, plenty of vodka, broken glasses…

– But where is Dasha? Did you hear her singing? She’s the greatest singer! – her father-in-law boasted to the guests.

– Yes?! – a drunken man’s voice answered. – And what’s she singing? Let her sing of a nightingale!

– What a hell of a nightingale? – a rude stout woman in her fifties with a red drunken face. Can she sing «Am I guilty or not?»?! – and at once sang that song loudly.

Then the boozy company caught up the words «That I love!..»

Dasha squatted down, closed her ears with her hands and… words themselves began to form a sort of ornament of verses:

Among noisy and shameless struggle

For the small sweet of toyish power

Son is growing. And for happiness

I’m begging the fate. —

Not for me, but for him only.

– Dasha, what on earth are you doing here? – her husband rushed to the balcony.

– Me? Just make poems.

– What?! Let’s go inside! You’ll freeze here! Why did you leave us?

– Wait a minute. Let’s stay here for a while. Look – here’s the Milky Way! I wonder if there’s anyone alive among the stars? Like a human being?

– Dasha, don’t be angry with me but I can’t lisp. Well, the Milky way, I see it. But what of it? It’s all the same to me. No matter if there’s anyone or not. I’m more anxious about my future place of service. By the way, your aunt Galya promised to talk to her son, a colonel, about it. And what?!

– Darling, you have a year before you to find it!

– You think it’s a lot of time? No, it isn’t. Time flies you know! And what’s then?! To go to Grozny, to war? To death? Or you want your son to lose his father?! Maybe, you don’t love me at all?! Maybe, you’re fed up with my parents?! Why deuce are you here now?! Sent our Max to your bloody Mummy beforehand! Or my mother can’t do with children?!

– Oh, Sasha! He’s only two months old. Too little! Why on earth fetch him to this booze!

– Don’t speak any more! If you want to stay at the damned balcony – OK!

The pane in the balcony door clinked – Alex Sviridenko shut it violently behind him.

– Oh, my Lord! I’ll stand it! Stand it! Stand t! I’m strong! Strong! All will be alright! Alright! Alright! Alright! – Dasha repeated to herself clinching her fists. – Please, God! Let everyone be happy! – But her tears dropped.

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