The rabbit was silent.
- And I know why the flowers were thrown out on the road.
The rabbit was silent again. With Yulka, it's the best way to do that, and when it's bullying, and in general. But it was very curious. She waited. Yulka went to the bushes and picked full gooseberry pockets. She came back and started biting berries that looked like little watermelons. Sometimes she spit on concrete. The rabbit waited.
- In short, there was such a thing. That aunt there, she hid a stash under the mattress. And her husband recognized her. And he said: - Where did you get that kind of money from?
Rabbit did not understand anything, but listened carefully. Yulka switched to the gooseberry again.
- So what? - Rabbit couldn't stand it.
- And she said no! And he did not believe it and cut all her roses.
They were silent. "Hanging out with the guys" sounded like a bunch of people. Rabbit somehow remembered the three Bogatyrs, who, too, seemingly all the time to go and still decide where - to the right, to the left. We will have to ask.
- Everything. I was fried. I went to the gazebo.
Yulka Bolshaya picked more berries and left. The rabbit was left alone. The feeling of bangs under the scarf was ticklish and uncomfortable. But she was lying there, sunbathing, and barely moving. Though she had to get up to the toilet, but she endured to the last.
By noon, Yulka returned and said that she had decided to play cards and drink cocoa. But Rabbit said: "I'll still lie down.
The sun had already crawled over the fence, moved off the forehead and chest, although Rabbit raised the back of the cot to keep the sun on her forehead for as long as possible. Now the remains of the sun, no longer hot, hovered at her waist and stomach, and her toes froze.
But she had time to count the days before her parents arrived. She had time to count the days before her parents arrived. To feel sad when the clouds came running, to remember how they listened to "Abbu" on Saturday, when Dad fixed her bike, to compare the taste of pancakes from Yulkina's grandmother and his own. She liked to look through thoughts that were colored in different colors, depending on where the sun crawled over her body.
At night, her throat hurt and her fever rose sharply. The forehead, chest and shoulders began to burn, then to hurt. Grandma in her robe was sitting on the edge of her bed. Even in the dazzling light of the night-light the Rabbit was burned to the ground. Grandmother lubricated her with sunflower oil, then wrapped the handle of a tablespoon with cotton wool, soaked it in a solution of lugol, forced Rabbit to open his mouth wide and fiercely twisted it with a hellish tool. It seemed like it couldn't have been any worse.
But when Rabbit finally fell into a red and brownish dream, he wanted to get out of it. The dream was filled with slugs and wriggling caterpillars interspersed with heroes on warlike horses with dangerous hooves.
She had been lying there for over a week. When Mom arrived on Friday night, she said that the sun was contraindicated to Rabbit until the end of the summer.
**
She couldn't believe that Cousincs was gonna sell the cottage.
He did not look like a broker at all, he did not look like a salesman at all. He wasn't that fast in it. A couple of times he came to meet with his son at the age of eight - he did not leave his father and looked mainly at the floor.
But two months after she finally gave him all the documents, spare keys and forgot about the story, Kuzenkov suddenly slipped over and said - there are buyers, looked at the house, ready to take. It remains to sign the papers.
The week was busy. Reports, the car is in service, the daughter is the third week in snot.
It turned out that the buyers - a young family - are in a hurry, as the issue of summer holidays must be resolved. They are ready to be thrown in for getting the property with the situation. Here she finally ceased to doubt Kuzenkov's talents - to ask for some money for the old, damp-smelling furniture, for a shed full of junk - to be able to. She did not want to take money for it, even the idea to refuse, but in the end did not begin. We agreed on Thursday evening - she will take the car from the service and immediately come.
We met at the gatehouse.
She managed not to remember the customers at all. Only a sketch of a young woman with a baby in her arms, the contours of a man and a second child, a boy. Perhaps it wasn't them, and it was her, Rabbit, who felt so strange at the time that she couldn't concentrate on the surrounding. She signed where Kusenkov checked the boxes. He checked. Everything is right.
They once again coped with whether she would go to disassemble something. She said no, and the buyers' family was off the hook. We stayed with Kusenkov. It seemed that he was waiting for something, maybe some words. Once again I thanked him.
Now he had to hand over the contract to the registration office and then wait about a month. After that, the deal was considered to have taken place. But they gave the key to the new owners at once. Let them start cleaning up, let them clean up the barn.
They approached the cars.
Cuzenkov was opened by the trunk. Only now she has noticed that his hair probably did not spin once, they were still quite thick, only on the top of the thinning of the sieve there was a slot. His face was flat, all parts of which seemed to flow into each other without obvious borders. But, in essence, it was a good face, and in a well-known mood, with good lighting, it could be pretty.
In Kuzenkov's trunk lay her blue enameled pelvis. Grandma's pelvis. For a few seconds they were silently looking at him.
- If you don't mind, I would have taken him away. The wife of the jam cooked a lot.
- Of course.
- Now they don't make such things.
- Yes.
Cuzenkov smiled and got behind the wheel. The car grunted, twitched; Kuzenkov began to pass backwards. Everything suddenly slowed down, Machet seemed that time was stretched like gum: here is the dust under the wheels, here's a little jerk. She started beating the hood over the driver's door. Cuzenkov looked astonished, the car with an exhalation froze. He opened the door slightly.
- Give me the pelvis.
He obviously didn't know what she meant.
- This is my pelvis. Mine. Please. Give it back.
He came out, quietly opened the trunk, and she kept saying, "That's my pelvis," she kept saying, "That's my pelvis," and she kept saying, until Kuzenkov left.
**
The same summer that saw roses, slugs, and fever, Rabbit managed to knock down her knee three times in one day against rocks in one place.
When she came to smear her foot green on the second circle, Grandma said that if there was a third, you can not go home, not let go.
The third time happened about half an hour later.
Rabbit sat down on the grass right there at the sneaky rocks in the middle of the street from the desperate throat and sobbed so that her grandmother herself came and silently stole to the green and emergency "Hematogen". How did she understand? Did she hear me crying then," thought Rabbit on the way back after signing the papers. Was it so loud?