The Black Book of Souls. Danny OsipenkoЧитать онлайн книгу.
my satellite was given.
– Silver.
– Yes well, what the hell for! – the Pin moved. – Shovest have!
– Resistance to the authorities?! – the observer bellowed suddenly, splashing saliva.
Seeing that the situation is heated I outright strukhnut: suddenly yes my satellite has no money for a penalty?
The imagination obligingly painted a picture seen once: emaciated oarsmen, sitting up to ankles in own excrements, overstraining, pull very heavy oars, on the backs covered with blood whips the supervisor’s scourge. Cold tentacles of despair squeezed heart.
But here in a hand of the policeman there was a silver coin, and observers moved further, having splashed me on a hand the press and having strictly punished slaves without collar and the bill of sale on the city from now on not to drive.
– Thanks, – I blurted out, feeling sincere gratitude to the person who saved me from an unenviable fate.
Now on my hand the press which guaranteed one more day of free life flaunted, without need to run away and hide.
It turned out, I absolutely in vain doubted the employer and now was ready to fail with shame. It is impossible to think of the stranger badly only because he lashit. For certain among them there are many kind and decent people, and the bastards who were coming across to me still can be an exception. Also I faced them because of bad luck which pursues me since the beginning of a travel.
In response to my gratitude the Pin sighed and muttered:
– Yes what there. We are, izveshtno, the people generous yes sympathetic. In a trouble of the good person not broshy. – and, angrily having spitted out, added: – Do you Vit what bastards-lyagavye create? Wanted to shekonomit copper coin, so heated on sherebryany… Have you ever seen anything like it for a trifle to tear up such penalty? And to shalovatsya uselessly. You will go to a shotnik so also lashes you will receive.
– Maybe it was worth giving me a copper coin for otkupny? – I sounded a recent thought.
My satellite only hemmed:
– Look razmechtalshya! The pocket is wider than Dersha. We, lashita, from time immemorial, the people trustful and proshtodushny, and therefore vshyaky easy riders, oshobenno from voshtochny oshtrov, strive to obshulit ours eternally. But we such podlosht know long ago and therefore to anyone proshto so we do not trust. You dokash of a shperv that the person doshtoyny – then another story will be. And that I will give you a coin, and you to the lane and remember as called. Highway of what I to trust you dolshen?
– But I did not deceive in anything you, – I answered it is lost.
– How much to me the nobility, – the Pin blinked the eyes. – You shkazat that good pishar, I believed and even sherebryany on you did not play pranks. Also promised to feed, and did not see your work. Suddenly you shulik also write as a ram with a hoof?
– No, mister Shtyr, I really the calligrapher of the top skills what tells this medallion in the form of a bird’s feather about. Believe, you will not be disappointed with my work and I promise you that I will work everything the money spent for me to the last copper coin.
– Good of an eshla so, – my employer smiled. – Let’s go to a tavern. There you to me shvy ishkushtvo also pokasht and sing at the same time.
– You will not be disappointed, – I murmured, swallowing of saliva which filled a mouth at a mention of food.
Before eyes immediately there was a dish with the fried pig covered with a crisp in hot sweet-sour sauce. My nose felt a heavy scent of juicy pork, language and the sky taste of gentle fat meat.
The stomach responded painful spasms, and I strained all will driving away a persuasive image, but is alas ineffectual.
Aromas of food began to tease me for dozens of steps from a tavern. And, hardly I crossed a threshold, struck with such force that the head began to spin, the mouth was overflowed with saliva, in a stomach loudly zaburchat, and knees were turned in.
– You fix, Lansh, – the Pin hemmed, seating me at the next table and added: – You Sid, and I poyesht yes to drink a sprasha.
With these words my satellite went to a traktirny rack.
I did not begin to monitor its negotiations with the bearded fat man, and lowered a look and began to meditate on a mantra Chorus to distract from thoughts of food. And though, instead of the lowest rune shining gold before eyes the fried pig steadily appeared, I continued attempts, my satellite did not return yet.
– Obed Shkoro will be. For now pokashi shvy mashtershtvo. Whether shrya hvashtat, – the big guy squeaked, stretching me the sheet of cheap parchment, blackened a goose quill and a bubble.
Completely different I wanted to be engaged, but this person saved me from guards in the market, was going to feed and offered work. Therefore I decided to show everything what it is capable of. And not only from appreciation, but also in hope to get hold of money. And in similar cases it is important to make a good impression at once.
I moved up parchment, dipped a feather in ink and asked:
– What to write?
The pin for an instant thought, and then offered:
– Write a tavern nashvaniye: Shareny Shrimp.
I nodded and earned by a feather.
Ink was the cheapest of davleny berries of a chernushka, the parchment wrinkled and uneven, with traces of roughly remote text, a feather absolutely unsuitable for the thin letter. But, I did not pay attention to it and soon showed to the Pin the required text written by eighteen fonts known to me.
My satellite was obviously mind-blowing.
– To be so shocked! – he peeped after looking at my works. – And so you will be able? – he took an interest and, having taken a feather, «mister Shtyr» clumsily nashkryabat.
I decided that he wants to receive the exact copy and, having studied features of absolutely terrible handwriting, most precisely reproduced an inscription.
– Shran shobachya, – the big guy got agitated even more, – to Dasha I cannot otlishit. Indeed you are a mashter. Well to perekushit shamy time.
According to the sign of the pin the young woman with a tray full of food approached a table. What there was only not! Fried fish, baked shrimps, tentacles of an octopus, unleavened cakes, cheese, sour cream, hot sauce and whole mountain of fruit and vegetables.
Without wasting time I grabbed a piece flat cake, dipped in sour cream and stuck into it teeth.
– Correctly! – the Pin approved my actions. – Eat, eat. When still poluchitshya it is so good to eat.
I only smiled and having swallowed a floor of flat cake undertook the fried fish.
On a table the jug of wine and two leather mugs appeared. As it turned out, for that short time so far I finished with flat cake the servant managed to descend on kitchen and to return with drink. Only now I paid attention that it absolutely naked apart from a tiny loincloth which did not cover a hip and on a third.
I lifted up eyes on the woman and heart clenched from sympathy. The hunched figure traces of a beating, on the bald head covered a fresh scar, the forehead is spoiled with a brand, the eye is turned in a floor, on a face hopeless melancholy, the neck is squeezed by a slave collar.
While I examined the poor creature, she was developed and limped on kitchen. The pin caught my eye and is perfect it having misinterpreted, grinned:
– Nravitshya? Do you want it?
I rocked the head here and