We sit yes we wait! Elizar told getting up. Anybody there is no house!
Eka! the grandmother sighed two women of the house! I ban, tea, heat! Children, a poklichta, run behind them! Ah you, darling!
Elizar dissolved creaking gate, entered Chalka into the yard, began to unharness a horse. The grandmother helped.
Do not work, Elizarushka, men will approach now!.
Masha with a key came, children, behind them Ondrevns molodayka came running Unlocked a log hut, entered. Molodayka lit not a splinter, but a tin seven-linear lamp, previously having cleaned glass the brush.
The lamp was got! Elizar was surprised.
And how? brisk Ondrevna laughed. Tea, is better and better than a splinter!
She at us got any news! good-natured the grandmother from a closet responded.
On windows there were in pots flowers with short flights of stairs from splinters, blossomed scarlet and lilac hand bells. A floor was washed purely up, scraped out, the log hut as though became cheerful.
That the young hostess means! the guest joked.
God grant! the grandmother told, spreading a stoleshnik. And we are also glad! The grandfather to a spervonachal grumbled, and теперя and most ndravitsya! Anything! as they say, the znayka teaches Dunno! The kind wife will preserve the house, and thin a sleeve will shake!
The husband a cart will not bring in that the wife puts with a pot! Elizar noticed.
Whether for a long time to us, Elizar?
The short-haired maid of a braid will not braid!
How are you? quietly Masha asked.
Affairs as soot is white! Anything! To our trumps all under color! Later I will tell!
Vukol told about the travel with the father by huge steamship with here such red wheels, to a black pipe from which there is a smoke and there is such whistle that you will become deaf! How they were in the city and what there, high houses: if ten log huts that are not enough to put of one on another and!
The laurels listened and were surprised. After long separation at them was much what to report each other.
And our Karyukh the zherebenochka brought! he interrupted the nephew. Pretty, all in it and is allowed to stroke!
This native log hut from a polatyama and a familiar bar, with white subfenny and a closet of Vukol behind it loved, he remembered winter evenings when the grandmother told fairy tales, the grandfather spun bast shoes, and they with Laurels traveled, as well as now, on a bar on polat. The familiar picture As Mice of a Cat Buried still hung on a wall, but he looked at it critically, with a smile. Too spoke of grandmothers fairy tales haughtily as read in books, mysterious for Laurels, about the knight Don Quixote and his faithful armourbearer, about underwater travel of the captain Nemo by all seas and oceans.
Big sat at a table. There arrived the grandfather and Yafim, the father Vukola told something. Friends did not listen to what was told below: they above, under the ceiling, had talk.
After Yafims marriage the wall about polaty was pasted over with paper on which fancy patterns from the proceeding rain were formed. Yellowish spots merged in the opinion of Vukol in the imagined picture: as though astride horses Tatars, in sharp caps, in striped dressing gowns, fly at full speed with curve sabers in hands.
You see? he asked Monastery, showing on a wall. This horses, and on them Tatars with sabers.
I see nothing! the Laurels answered.
And I see! yes you look longer and you will see! There are horses, here Tatars, here sabers!
But the Laurels so saw nothing. He only partly trusted the nephew, from his assurances considered a lot of things lies. Their conversation often resembled Don Quixotes conversation with his armourbearer.
To lie not to be tired, would be to listen to whom! mistrustfully the little peasant laughed.
The voice of Elizar who told at cheerful attention of listeners too did not stop.
Lomonosov was from simple fishermen, and reached that the tsar accepted it There was Kulibin, the mechanic self-educated person, and that there was still Englishman Fulton Was much such people for whom great brains worked, and more and more poverty left them
And at us too such is, the miller Chelyak was heard the grandfathers voice. Sly fellow! The fan to build! On a leg to connect you with it!
I know Chelyak, interpreted with him both of us lack one: sciences! The bird to feathers, and the person the doctrine is red! But to study never late. Also I will achieve the!
And you remember Vukol said we have a picture The Bay of Naples Has a Family of Fishermen? I look every day I will not see enough! The sea is drawn there, children bathe, and ashore the fishermans daughter is beautiful before, just as in the fairy tale
Nourishingly, it is visible, live! by the sea! efficiently noticed Laurels. Smooth! And it is good to bathe also at us, on Print! Lets go morning! children we will collect to play an arable land!
Better in robbers! Vukol objected and began to tell about robbers.
They vividly went down on a bar. Ondrevna put them linen and showed the door for a door. On backs the spark shone. The bath was similar to a dugout with a small window. Undressing in a cold waiting room, continued a talk. To drive away fear, laughed. The grandfather with Yafim came to a waiting room soon.
Having returned to a log hut, also did not notice how fell asleep.
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Woke up late in the morning: the sun shone, hens outside cackled. The Russian furnace burned, in a closet of the woman cooked festive foods. From the yard the grandfather entered.
Children wake he told behind a grass in zaymishche I go!
At these words Monasteries jumped and began to shake the nephew for a shoulder:
Behind a grass! behind a grass!
Wiping eyes, ran out through an outer entrance hall on a porch to wash: the clay washstand hung there on a string in the summer, the pure towel, but not a dirty rag as was before, to Ondrevniny orders hung in the same place.
Outside there was Chalka harnessed in the cart. In the cart the braid and the axe lay.
Well, sit down, swindlers! good-natured the grandfather told, dissolving gate.
It jumped in the cart, and Chalka, winding the head, zatrusit to the alley to descent in a lugovina where shone постепок and the wood moved under wind. It was from a distance heard as in the Rooky Mane rooks shouted, flickered a black grid over nests in branches of sprawling oaks.
The bridge, as always, was in deep dirt. For pedestrians the thick tree was thrown through a stream. Hardly got out to the abrupt coast as immediately came to be under the green arch of the wood stretching the wide branches over their heads. Chalka ran a slow, complacent lynx, footfall of his not grounded hoofs softly was given in the wood.
Through branches silver of the Print lake flashed, boundaries of oaks white cups of lilies of the valley, juicy stolbunets, bushes of a dogrose and unknown bright red berries flashed.
Their wolves eat explained Laurels to the nephew on the Spiked glade strawberry is, and in the fall торон, blackberry Water, a grass теперя on Spiked high, dense sold!.
About half an hour went on the soft dampish forest road. Somewhere in the depth of the wood the cuckoo cuckooed. Morning was solar, warm, given to drink by freshness of the juicy, shady thicket rustling with infinite thoughtful and tender noise.