The laurels did not understand it:
She is not the fishermans daughter, it Listratov the daughter, at them rolls in money!
They plunged into the water and floated. Then, having held the breath, fell by a bottom, opened eyes there as before did, and through water as through a chintz, saw each other sitting at a sandy bottom. Therefore the transparent lake Print was called. Came up upward, splashed and floated as frogs, but Vukols memory did not leave an image of the beauty; he wanted to see as soon as possible again it and to look, look endlessly.
IV
In the wood the cart with two horsemen drove. The miller Chelyak, stocky, wide, all convex as if a bucket-chelyak which pour grain drove the horse. Elizar sat next. In a back of the cart some construction from a popular print and a wire was attached.
When the cart drove in the wood, the miller stopped a horse.
Tprr!. climb, a postrelyata! on Proran we go!
Children scrambled in the cart, and it zadrebezzhat on the familiar forest road.
After the cart the youth guys and maids, as always to a holiday went groups. The miller knocked on a popular print and told laughing:
Мотови́ ло-готови́ ло on a prozvanye фир at it there are a lot of holes!
Children laughed, though did not understand intricate words of Chelyak.
Flying carpet! smiling, Elizar added and, having turned back to Chelyak, continued the interrupted conversation: Whether it will be possible whether is not present, but there is no doubt that the science will achieve the and the person will fly as a bird
The miller trifled a broad chestnut beard and anxiously frowned shaggy eyebrows. His old kazinetovy jacket was through impregnated with flour dust.
Science! derisively it pokryakhtet, jumping up on potholes and where to take it to the man? You understand everything!. I from time immemorial the miller: I look at gear wheels, at all mill structure, I look as the mill waves wings, but cannot depart!. and here the thought was! Twenty years I build, but I cannot reach there is no help from anybody! My car is only the first experience, model shortcomings at it a plenty there are no words, I tested it went down from a mill to float! and now through Proran I can
He kept silent, groaning and leaning sinewy hands against edges of the cart. Having stooped, resembled the bird ready to fly up.
And you what you build? having kept silent, he asked Elizar.
Built to a self-skating rink long ago, threw and again was accepted I want to try again now You are here a miller, and I from youth work at the plants saw many models. Modeller I Looked in books It appears the physics should be known: without efty knowledge you are knocked by a forehead about everything as the blind person
Here that and it: as a bug on a thread
But my main thought not in efty!. other, highest, big thought! Elizar sighed.
What?
Elizar shook curls, kept silent and told, having lowered a voice:
The steam plane here a thought!
The miller waved hands, splashed palms, nearly fell out of the cart and again caught a nakleska. Then, too having lowered a voice, whispered:
On conscience I will tell you, and I fight! Does not leave! Hitch!. The tree feels ill at ease we cut
Be silent! annoyancely Elizar interrupted. Experiences are necessary! experiences! There will pass, maybe, one thousand years, not only the plane will be invented, and all life will change, heaven and earth will be moved all work will be executed by the car, and the person will have only one the highest work a thought!. you remember, look back back what the mankind reached? Whether long ago steamships and engines went? And to efty only in the fairy tale Ivan the Fool on pike command went by an oven!. All laughed at Englishman Fulton who adapted a boiler, nobody trusted, nobody supported, with hunger the genius died!. And left on its!. And of course instead of the flying carpet the steam-engine will depart! Will depart! In efty there is no doubt!. And by self-skating rinks will go very much even to fast time but will sometime open also the perpetual motion machine!
Can be! not at us only!
And how nobility? The science is more wonderful than any miracles!. The thought works not only for you yes at me!. to a mozha, thousands of the heads, not to us a couple, fight and I trust: people will achieve! inevitably!
In a back of the cart wooden gear castors one lay more, another is less, a wooden box, and from the cart two long popular prints similar to sails with the wire fastened to them overhung. Children wanted to touch and turn gear castors, to take wire rods. Vukol stretched was a hand, but the father strictly shook finger at him and continued an unclear conversation.
The cart slid through the Spiked glade to the very tall black poplars going to the sky the tops hooting under warm wind. They a ridge stood on the very brink of high clay break, and through their branches silver of the wide river flashed. The brisk horse ran on the soft road cheerfully and quickly, wind blew sideways, blowing off her tail and a mane on the party.
The miller stopped the cart, drove under a shadow of black poplars. They were so enormous that a horse with the cart and people on it seemed toy, tops of trees as if went to clouds: on the foozle of the cut black poplar the cart could go in. Noise of widely raskinuty silvery branches merged in solemnly floating string rumble. Several enormous trees which are washed away by a high water under the roots fell down tops down and lay as prostrate giants, with naked roots, with even green branches. In the bottom of break the raging, bubbling sleeve of Volga, almost same wide, as well as it Proran, a bend separated from Volga from which it was separated by the narrow oblong island densely overgrown with a young talnik rushed. Behind the island Proran, bending around it, again connected to radical Volga, forming as if a beach width in several kilometers.
Vzmor! told Laurels enthusiastically, showing on the island.
Far on the horizon the mountain coast of Volga slightly became blue and similar rose humpbacked, to a cloud, the gloomy mountain the Barge hauler. Lower mountains on the Volga Current it was hardly possible to distinguish the small town with several churches and the familiar tower reminding the sugar head.
The horse of a vypryagla was also tied to the cart put close to a tree trunk in several grasps. Thick boughs stretched over break. Deeply below Proran roared, the screw its terrible rapid turned, shaking up yellowish foam. Water had a fishing tent, and several fishermen sat with the long rods strengthened on pegs ashore. On a trick three-four boats shook.
With curiosity, having raised the heads, fishermen watched how Chelyak and Elizar pottered about about the cart, knocking hammers.
From the Spiked glade the audience guys, maids, children approached the crowd was formed. Chelyak angrily cried on them that departed far away.
Masters assembled the small mechanism with a gear wheel and a spring, with a wooden crossbeam in a bottom of the open basten wings reminding wings of a huge eagle.
Chelyak from the cart got on a direct and long bough, walked all on it.
Elizar lifted and stretched him the aircraft. Slowly and carefully involved the mechanism on a tree branch. Chelyak long pottered, measured something, leveled the wings raised over his head and began to get a spring.