nikaan: переводы

0 Sergey Semionovich became melancholic in these home conditions. He imagined long range express trains, light of the electricity behind the curtains of coaches' windows, merry music there, which he was hearing sometimes, pressing on the counterbalance of switch.

0 --So, why have you brought only one hare? -- said the young wife of Sergey Semionovich -- You have a family, you must think walking. There are squirrels, hazel hens, black grouses are living there, but you have borne only a leveret. You only spend the capsules, better your to buy something new for our house...

0 Sergey Semiovich placed the leveret under the stove and picked up his ten-month daughter in his arms; she already can stand up on her feet and she was learning to move without assistance; in sixteen-eighteen years she will also be a bride and will start to give birth as well, nut meanwhile, let she grow and relax in parents' arms.

0 However, his old lady recovered all the truth soon, for which respect this radio was obtained, what could be hidden from an old, experienced wife.

0 All the family was at home. Father was putting a radio in order, which he had said he got as a bonus one month ago. In reality, he took this one-tube receiver for the zavcom's payment in instalments, and for the good of his wife he said at home that the radio is a bonus; Although the old man was only a factory's watchman, he also deserved respect in his family and dreamed about national gentility.

0 But that was not true: the superior person in this farm, Semion Kirillovich, the father of Sergey Semionovich, worked on a lumber mill and looked forward to build soon anew, and give up the old izba for the roots of young oak could eat it. The old man headed for the better ages of life, and decided to pity and forget the time already lived.

0 This paling did not stay any longer : the stones were tumbling down, pales tilted, long since frozen and rotted in the soil. These izba and paling were looking like widow-orphan asylum, but there was a big, robust family -- listless, then, or discordant with itself.

0 This izba was in the center of empty homestead, enclosed by a high pale, stones from Onega, piled up together by throwing, rusty sheets of roofing iron, likely having taken here from a remote town by a tempest; then, other worthless or accidental material.

0 The wooden roof, overgrown with moss, of that izba had sweated, its low wreaths intered in the ground, as if they were returning to the depth of their own place, and therefrom, from the very underbody of the izba, two new faint branches were growing, they will be mighty oaks and, one day, they will eat somewhere in their roots the ashes of this outresided, consumed by the wind, the rain and the mankind, dwelling.

0 Izbas were small, poor and uncoloured in this village, but at the same time it was cosily to live there, that is because they seem to be sufficient, even spacious, though the dwelling is modest. The hunter entered the worst izba, which had no appearance.

0 Now he was watching the lake, observing there a wind or whatever other signs and events, important for the science. Sergey Semionovich also wanted to have such a duty, but it required to be shaved, write and communicate, however he was not good at that and felt shy.

0 A man on the roof was advanced in years, but shaven, with scraped painstaking faces as a wealthy or scientist. He combined his kolkhoz position with a service for Academy of Sciences, as a hydrometeorology station – for measurements of the water and storms.

0 On the Lobskaya Mount, there was a village in four izba, as a constellation of barren stars. One of them was was stoking with smoke going to the air, and on the roof of another one a man was sitting, his size was about the half of izba, he was staring on the Onezskoye lake, on the remote place.

0 The hunter approached the little hare, picked it up and put it in his bosom; the hare squeaked and did not awake, but even more rolled up and warmed to the body of the man, though it was fresh and fervent itself.

0 Sergey Semionovich remembered how in his childhood he gazed on sleeping dogs, cats, and hens, with amazement and caution. Their mouths grinded and pronounced blissful sounds, sometimes they were slightly opening blinded, because of forgetfulness, eyes, closing them, they were stirring, muffling up in the warmth of their bodies and they were groaning with sweetness and peace of their existence in this slumber.

0 Had found a pool of water, the hare quenched its thirst, its damp eyes had look around, then it lay down in a pit, curled up into the warmth of its body and dozed off. Its already tasted all enjoyments of the life: its ate, sipped, breathed, viewed environs, experienced a pleasure, played and felt asleep.

0 Had eaten what had been found on the ground, the hare started to play with its tail, then three pads with the forth, than with remains of dead wood bark, with bits of its scraps, and even with the empty air, trying to catch it with forepaws.

0 Soon, Sergey Semionovich arrived at a glade. The same petty pudgy hare-infant burrowed there in the soil, with its forepaws procuring rootlets or dropped last year's cabbage leaf. It was diligently occupied by worry of its life, for it should grow and a desire of eating persisted for all times.

0 The hare didn't notice the presence of the hunter, or it didn't understand an importance of that. Recovered, the hare loped and disappeared. Sergey Semionovich didn't kill it because it was too little and so useless for food, and it was a pity, the hare is still a child, but already a toiler. Let him breath.

0 Sergey Semionovich lifted his riffle. Something stirred in low nearby grass. He walked thereto a bit. That happened to be a little hare, even whelp; almost as a human being it sat and rapidly chew, assisting itself with forepaws. Then it wiped its mouth by the same forepaws and promptly started to respire with clear, healthy air. It was fatigued by livelihood procuring from its infancy: its parents, probably, had died and it was living as an orphan.