Code of honor. Storybook

"We've been squeezing each other for four and a half years.... Everything was and as soon as it wasn't. He does not want to give us God's child, so there is a reason for that" – once at dinner mishkina's wife mentioned.

The bear took a hard look at the plate. He has long understood that miracles do not happen and everything that happens is logical and reasonable. But to justify this problem, he could not.

"As you can see is" – he drawled in response.

***

After this conversation, the last six months of life together bear Often noticed that the former fire of married life has long ceased to warm them both, to revive the flame did not work, although attempts were made. Joint trips to the resorts for a couple of weeks, a weekend in nature, not once met the dawn on the white Sands and saw off the sunset under the crackling fire on the banks of small Siberian rivers. And when for the second month in a row went to bed back to back, mishkina wife offered:

"Mish, you're thirty-four, fourth dozen, I soon exchanged, but it was no use. Not life this. You're a great guy, husband, friend, but I can't go on like this. Then let's separate."

Over the past two years, Bear and he came to this idea more than once, so with relative ease released his wife.

***

A year later, Teddy learned That his wife gave birth to a boy.

"She may have already met someone when we lived together for the last months. Yeah, probably dated. Well, God grant that now all is well with you", – was spinning in his head.

Having saved up for an apartment and bought it in the place where he wanted, Bear continued to live alone. Nothing and no one not like.

"Why, thirty-seven is not a term," he repeated more and more often.

And here, when the chain of measured boring days, at the end of the working week stretched, having planned work of the subordinates beforehand, the Bear went home.

It was a normal Friday of a normal working week. I didn't feel like going home. I did not want to call friends, girlfriends, I just wanted to walk in the Park, on the pavement, on the back streets and the paths on which I ran as a child. I remembered how I went on these paths with my father on a fishing trip, barely keeping from the wind four-meter unassembled fishing rods. I remembered the disappointment in the eyes of the mother, who saw the catch and understands that now a good half of the day will have to process the fish, cleaning it from scales and giblets. I remembered how the race with his sister raced to the post office to buy stamps in their collections. How proudly these collections were shown by mother and father. How all these events filled life with new joy, new meaning. How I wanted the night to fly by instantly, and to come back joyful, cheerful, emotional, rich and unique new day. And it became so sad that now these new days have become commonplace, predictable, gray.

"Haven't been to the mother's sister and I can wave to them on the weekend" – I thought suddenly.

On the street already was felt cool evening breeze. With grey sky and rain drops from rare. And only when the weather became gloomy, and the rain increased, thoughts of happy children's days disappeared.

A little wet, but happy walk Bear had dinner, put a hot glass of tea near the window and sat down beside him. He loved to look at the view from the window, especially in the rain. Outside the window of the seventeenth floor was a beautiful view of the Park and the river with bridges and piers.

"Good here, but sometimes so eager to get out of here," he slid a playful idea. The bear looked sadly out the window, which began with the strengthening of the beating rain, and with insight in my mind, I remembered how once, the phrase said by one girl in a distant village. It's been three years since she said that.

"I wonder what her life is like now."

But, to go to her Bear was not going to remember as a fact, and then the phone call took his mind into reality with their work concerns and obligations.

The next morning he was going to visit his family. Bought some huge grocery bags early Saturday morning, as he often liked to do while everyone was sleeping, and headed down the familiar road to his mother and sister.

The morning was clear, the road is clear, and it seemed nature was welcomed at every mile lone Mishkin BMW. How nice it is still a little early foggy morning to go on an empty wide road on a fresh car, quietly listening to your favorite music and enjoying the awakening of the day.

Making a couple of stops on the road, usbdrives, running a few laps around the car, he again sat behind the wheel and was driving with a clean bright thoughts to his family. But suddenly he saw how in the course of its route, two guys pushed into the ditch of an old "Moskvich".

"Oh, poor fellows… who, if I help them", – with this thought Bear stopped the car near the guys who flew off the road.

"Healthy guys, got a rope?»

Are you pulling? Not sorry "CORONAS"? You are on the machine?»

Bear smiled…: "Throw me the hook."

When both machines are exactly on track, the guys said that flew in the night on the street when Lil squally rain. While pushing the car, burned the clutch and now do not know how to get home.

"Do you live far away?»

"Well, about ten kilometers or fifteen to the convolution and then there is a dirt road four kilometers," hope said exhausted guys.

"Well, let neatly behind me, the rope seems normal again, will stand only in the ass not push when I'm braking at convolution".

One guy got behind the wheel of "Moskvich", and one next to the Bear to show the way. Went slowly, talked, moved down in the necessary parcel of the road, slowly moving pits and bumps, and only when the guy said that now there will be a hole on the right side of a hefty, which you need to go around, Bear realized on what road he was going.

For three years, Mishka went to the village to his mother five or six times, he, of course, remembered how he turned the wrong way, but could not find this Congress, and did not look much. The road has changed a lot.

"Now here we go just a local country – said the guy from the neighbouring seat is there before the track is laid, and now the road is overgrown, the asphalt had heaved, cracked".

"That's why I did not know this way at once," said the bear to Himself.... How and where to go next the idea he already had. It's a really strange coincidence. The guys lived in the same village, which threw three years ago Bear. He drove the boys to their house, did not take money from them, even though they offered, only asked who lives in the house at the edge of the village. The guys responded that they have lived their friend Gregory with his girlfriend, a rare harlot, who allegedly was imposed to him and his friend Wadano who rolled the "Moskvich" at the gate.

"Is it those same Mitka and Vadka that kept plaguing his old friend," Shiv thought Mishkino consciousness.

The guys told in a friendly way to his Savior that Grishka then finally drank himself and went to live with his parents, and the girl and now lives here and none of the guys to not admit.

Well, how could you not come by, God himself commanded.

The Windows of the house were open, and from there came the speech of the announcer from the TV broadcasting the Olympics. Sveta sat on the floor, covered with a Palace, with her back to the window and watched the competition, snapping seeds and throwing the shell through her head out the window. The announcer famously announced:

"Olympic athlete from Russia took…»

"And does not give", – hoarse, quiet, but spreads chills Svetka, interrupted the speaker behind his head, as if familiar once voice.

The girl turned around and was stunned. In front of her, leaning on the sill, stood a Bear.

"Where have you been, bitch" – through the tears and a smile rushed to hug his light.

History repeated itself. There was also tea brewed on herbs, and twenty minutes not without benefit spent, and Svetka's story about how she lived these three years and hoped and waited that he will return here that at least once to look into his eyes and to remember one of the most memorable evenings of the life. Sveta became even more beautiful, more relaxed and more desirable. Now there were no obstacles to create a new happy family and the proposal to become a second wife Bears embodied in reality, only now the second wife in life, not on the bed.

To his mother with his sister, he arrived in the evening and not alone. She asks family liked it, and this sympathy was mutual. What else do you need? The Foundation of the new family was laid for three years, and today the formwork was removed, and the first brick was laid in the long-term construction.

Lived in the city, the rest went for a weekend in the village Svetkin house. I didn't want to go to the resorts, go to the movies, go somewhere far away together to strengthen the relationship… it was all unnecessary. In the morning Bear with a joyful and happy smile went to work, and in the evening happily hurried home. He dreamed about it long ago, and here came true. Sveta also found an interesting job in the rehabilitation center, gave lectures, and they gave their results.

***

Thirty years have passed since then.

***

Mikhail Sergeyevich is still happy, lives with Svetlana Viktorovna, who brings up two children a year with age difference in joy and love. The children were already under thirty, they have all evolved quite naturally and calmly, measured.