Житие Мое / Life of Mine: Глава 5

Chapter 5

Camrad_RIP 09.06.23 в 10:14

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Camrad_RIP 09.06.23 в 10:14

The assignment had every chance of turning into a spa vacation. Why not? I would get up at dawn, do some exercises, have breakfast, and go back to my room for a nap. By ten o'clock I was in the boarding school, herding my whites. What seemed to be the point, what would attract a grown black one to the company of white kids? With a minimum of effort on my part, they literally looked me in the mouth and admired me, and that was like a balm to my wounded ego. It was true what my dead uncle said, my lust for power was just off the charts.

Camrad_RIP 13.06.23 в 17:16

No, I remembered a conversation I had with Lieutenant Rudolph, but he didn't expect one black one to solve all his problems, did he? In my opinion, it would have been much more effective to get the people together and search the outskirts of the city; maybe the missing men had just fallen into a hole somewhere. Yeah, all nine of them... Trying to get to the bottom of this looked more like a black cat in a dark room to me. Completely unproductive activity.

Camrad_RIP 13.06.23 в 17:18

However, I was not afraid of the maniac - my Lucik was clearly not his type, but all these suicides.

Camrad_RIP 13.06.23 в 17:18

For almost a week now, I had been coming to the gate of the boarding school at ten sharp every day and staying there until five-thirty, even eating lunch in the local cafeteria. We did stuff: we played games, took walks, jumped rope (Why I mention it at all), and chatted. The flip side of white one's delicate spiritual organization is their incredible nerdiness - they can talk about every experience for weeks, not quietly in the corner, but with anyone they can get into a conversation. Joe had once explained to me that any strong emotion, whether positive or negative, had to be hushed up and rationalized, or it would keep on getting on the nerves until it drove one to the coffin. Lucik was talking, and I was nodding and thinking about other things.

Camrad_RIP 13.06.23 в 17:21

For example, about the general splendor. I should have been used to the beauty of the place and returned to my normal cynical, pragmatic mood, but the blissful idleness of it was unnatural, like the pleasure of weed: pleasant, but you know it shouldn't be, just from life experience. And when a black mage feels discomfort, everyone else has to stock up on amulets.

Camrad_RIP 13.06.23 в 17:22

At one point, I had the brilliant idea of asking Lucik's opinion on the matter:

Camrad_RIP 13.06.23 в 17:41

"How do you like it here?"

Camrad_RIP 13.06.23 в 17:41

The brother did not babble enthusiastically, but thought seriously, which was already saying a lot, then answered unexpectedly:

Camrad_RIP 13.06.23 в 17:42

"No."

Camrad_RIP 13.06.23 в 17:42

"Not?"

Camrad_RIP 13.06.23 в 17:42

"It's boring here. I have no desire to do anything."

Camrad_RIP 13.06.23 в 17:43

That's an answer worthy of a resident of Krowhard! He is bored and wants to leave, not caring about pretty things. Appreciate.

Camrad_RIP 13.06.23 в 17:51

"Then why don't you come with me to Redstone? We'll live together. There are schools for whites there, too."

Camrad_RIP 13.06.23 в 17:55

"What about the others? And Petrik?"

Camrad_RIP 13.06.23 в 17:56

Yes, Petrik. My little brother had already made a friend, whom I took for an idiot at first. The kid, a year older than Lyuchik, walked around smiling, always looking sideways and jumping up and down. Did he have that kind of tic? If blacks needed company, they chose equals, but whites picked up all kinds of trash. It was easier to get a cat. At first, I couldn't help but sneer - I reached out my hand and began to slap him on the top of his head like a ball. He froze and somehow shrank. I had to cheer him up.

Camrad_RIP 12.07.23 в 07:01

"Training? Good for you! It's very good for your health. My coach told me to jump rope too, but I don't know how."

Camrad_RIP 12.07.23 в 07:02

"Really?" Lucik interjected suspiciously.

Camrad_RIP 12.07.23 в 07:02

"Really!" I answered with some pride.

Camrad_RIP 12.07.23 в 07:03

Not everything I said should be taken literally, but the coach did give such advice. Who the hell told me to say that?! The same day they found a long rope somewhere and began to abuse me, talking in two voices, each about their own. And you can't say I didn't care about the coach. In between, we played their favorite game. Guess what? Horse! Even though there were six natural ponies at the boarding school. By the end of the week, I realized white kids weren't so harmless.

Camrad_RIP 12.07.23 в 07:04

I'll be honest: only the presence of these splinters prevented me from sinking into blissful imbecility simply because you can't sleep on an urchin. Due to the total mismatch of life rhythms, the meditation formulas quickly lost their effect, and I was ripe for action.

Camrad_RIP 12.07.23 в 07:06

They needed something to distract them before they totally screwed me over.

Camrad_RIP 12.07.23 в 07:26

The problem is there were no other sources of strong impressions nearby - whites do not know how to create problems for each other. The boarding school resembled a doll's house, where pious puppets-teachers talk about high things with younger puppets, and the kids wanted to go crazy and run around. The Source was the Source, but nobody canceled human nature. And then I, with my genius, found a way out. We should have gone on a hike, on foot, preferably with an overnight stay. Thus, the children will be busy moving, and I will be able to pretend that I at least occasionally think about work. Done! All I had to do was ask the bosses here for an excuse.

Camrad_RIP 12.07.23 в 07:30

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Mrs. Hemul watched with interest as a group of elementary schoolchildren ( almost all those who stayed at the boarding school for the vacations) moved under the protection of the green hedge (they thought they could not be seen there!) and directly across the lawn, defying the comfortable paths, stepped the black mage, unabashedly, as a man of his nature was supposed to be. Passing excitedly rustling branches of children, he clapped his hands and frightened kids with screeching, and the laughter poured out of the bushes. They didn't run far, though.

Camrad_RIP 13.06.23 в 17:46

It was the new amusement of the junior high school students to watch the mage. Toys and books were forgotten, and the old games were abandoned. As soon as the familiar figure appeared at the gate, the children were blown away as if by the wind, and they all poured into the park to hide in the bushes and peep at the innocent amusement of the brothers from Krowhard. Not every white one could stand such scrutiny, but the black man didn't care. He treated them as a farmer treats her chickens, and they seemed to like it.

Camrad_RIP 12.07.23 в 07:32

And these are their children! Adorable, well-mannered little ones!

Camrad_RIP 12.07.23 в 07:32

Under other circumstances, it would have been funny, but now it only made it more alarming: children (especially children with the Source) can sense when things are going wrong. Somewhere in their hearts, like Mrs. Hemul herself, they saw in this man their hope. They were stuffy here, so they reached out to him like a window. The older ones had grown accustomed and deaf to the inner voice and were, therefore, helpless against the incomprehensible threat. Mrs. Hemul now saw it quite clearly. She was getting closer and closer to the idea of closing the boarding school right now, in the middle of the school year, since half of the students had gone home.

Camrad_RIP 12.07.23 в 07:52

Black ran up the steps of the administration building. And there was only Mr. Fox in the teachers' lounge now; would they be able to agree? But to interfere immediately would be to wound the dignity of the elderly head teacher, so Mrs. Hemul waited patiently for ten minutes and followed.

Camrad_RIP 12.07.23 в 07:54

She caught Krowhard lad coming out of the office. He looked quite pleased with himself. He had a hearty smile on his face, but his eyes were cheeky and insolent. How could a man with such eyes gain the confidence of children?! Mrs. Hemul felt like a little bird being tried on by a cheeky backyard cat.

Camrad_RIP 12.07.23 в 07:55

"Good day!" purred the insolent animal.

Camrad_RIP 12.07.23 в 07:56

"Good day!" She chirped fearfully.

Camrad_RIP 12.07.23 в 07:56

He's gone. What a way to make an honorable teacher unbalanced with one look!

Camrad_RIP 12.07.23 в 07:57

Mr. Fox was tolerating the encounters with the blacks much better than she was and only looked a little more pensive than usual.

Camrad_RIP 12.07.23 в 07:58

"I met Mr. Tangor in the hallway..." began the headmistress uncertainly, trying to steady her heartbeat.

Camrad_RIP 12.07.23 в 08:01

"Uh-huh. He wants to go camping with the kids, off school grounds."

Camrad_RIP 12.07.23 в 08:02

"And?"

Camrad_RIP 12.07.23 в 07:58

"I offered to take the tent and the kids' backpacks. It was lying idle anyway."

Camrad_RIP 12.07.23 в 08:02

"It's wise."

Camrad_RIP 12.07.23 в 08:02

Had the vice principal decided to leave the feud that had started?

Camrad_RIP 12.07.23 в 08:03

"Petros has perked up considerably," Mr. Fox suddenly reported. He seemed to have a hard time admitting the obvious. It's not surprising, considering who caused it. "You know, he put a frog in my desk drawer yesterday."

Camrad_RIP 12.07.23 в 08:04

"Oh?"

Camrad_RIP 12.07.23 в 08:03

"Yes." The vice principal smiled helplessly. "I explained to him, of course, that it was cruel to the animal, and we took it to the park together. He said he loved me," Mrs. Hemul noticed tears come to the vice principal's eyes, "and he was so happy."

Camrad_RIP 12.07.23 в 08:06

The principal approached her colleague and gently touched his shoulder. Every teacher has a moment when his or her student seems to withdraw, starts to live his or her own life, to show interests that you didn't even realize they had. Sometimes it's hard to accept.

Camrad_RIP 12.07.23 в 08:06

"Petros is very talented. He will be a great mage if he decides to undergo Initiation, but right now, he is a little boy, and he needs a role model, a guiding star. I don't think you and I are suited for that role."

Camrad_RIP 12.07.23 в 08:08

Mr. Fox sighed heavily:

Camrad_RIP 13.06.23 в 17:44

"A strong core, a counterbalance in the astral plane. I should have known better."

Camrad_RIP 12.07.23 в 08:08

Mrs. Hemul smiled in relief:

Camrad_RIP 13.06.23 в 17:44

"Everything will be all right, you'll see."

Camrad_RIP 13.06.23 в 17:44

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Camrad_RIP 09.06.23 в 10:14