NKvd, Chekist

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Irina Alexandrovna woke up early. The morning was extremely light. The sun has just risen. October. Autumn began, but it was not felt any autumn, although it was raining for almost a week. These rains at such a time, as a rule, always lower the temperature, and this time they were some kind of paired and spicy, like milk.

The day before yesterday a thunderstorm broke out. So I would jump out into the street barefoot. She remembered Victor and burst into tears. He was arrested on a dark and rainy September night, accusing him of missing fodder. She suddenly wanted to pray for Victor. She rushed headlong into the Archangel's church. Quickly scrolling the Burdin ravine and drowning in the gardens of the Semenovy koponya, she went out to the only one in the region, a miraculously preserved Orthodox church ... the service had already ended. People began to disperse. Irina Alexeevna fell to her knees and passionately whispered: "Vityusha! You are always with me. I loved you always and now very, very much. I do not know what prayer to read, so it's easy to be. Oh, Vityusha! How hard it is for me without you, how difficult and sickening! What should I do? For what I undertake - there is no consolation for me. Disappear! I feel that I am lost. But can I be worse than others? ... Lord! If You are in heaven, can not you see my pain? I lost everything, what else to lose? If you want my life, then take it, just do not torment. Well, for what, for what, say? ".

Suddenly, someone softly touched her shoulder. She shuddered and turned around, it was the collective farm accountant Arkhip Sidorovich. She noticed that his evil eyes shone, and large drops of sweat sparkled on his wrinkled forehead. Enough, Irinushka! Calm down. Do not torture yourself, not executions - he quietly pushed her into the shoulder. Listen to the good advice, go to the district tomorrow, try to get to the reception of the head of the NKVD, comrade Goncharov Nikolai Viktorovich. He is a man with a concept, authoritative and will sort things out somehow. Victor will come home.

The next day, Irina Alekseevna with the first cocks went to the city. In Maloarkhangelsk, she arrived only by 14 o'clock in the afternoon. The police told her that the boss was sick and indicated the house, "where he lives." Approaching the house, she knocked violently, and the door was not locked and she went into the veranda where the chekist communist Goncharov NV met. To him, he began to speak in a kind, ingratiating voice, loving this time, the fever subsides, the flies become much smaller, and the fruits of the earth's juices almost burst.In the field you come out, and there, you see, the web is flying, the golden leaves adorn poplars, divine rakits and Maples, ... birches and aspens, I love the golden autumn. "He is blissful, like on closed eyelids little sad, but still happily Do not, do not, Nicolai -.. cried Irina A. -.! What do I talk about sad And without that sad and sick, and you have a slow death ...

- Well, well, Irenushka! - muttered the reconciliating chekist - let's not be annoyed. "Then that's it." Come, my soul, to me. Forgive me a sinner, I live like a bachelor, you know ... I went to me alone, cleaned, and now I went to the village. At least a little dust to wipe. According to the nod-head, Irina Alekseevna smiled, herself not knowing what. Entering the hall, they settled on a luxurious leather couch and Irina Alekseevna reported to the head about the purpose of her visit.

Having hesitated, Nikolai Viktorovich promised to go to Orel and somehow help, then he treated her with a wonderful wine with an incomprehensible foreign name. Light, with a barely perceptible sourness and about the same dose of effervescence that led Irina Alekseevna into a good mood.

And when it became easy on the soul - her mood fell and instantly rose and, apparently from a perfect trifle, she suddenly burst into a happy, carefree laugh and declared: "Nikolai Viktorovich, what about dust?" Dharma hands disappear. She lifted strong peasant hands with short fingers and again laughed carefree. For such a treat it is necessary to work.

The Chekist wanted to turn this venture into a joke. But it was not there - no, dear savior - she objected with a slight mockery. They asked me to help ... I'm a handyman. For me, it's not at all terrible for the fingers to mess. Let's get a rag and a broom.

"Have mercy, Irenushka!" - Pretended the Chekist. What sort of cleaning is it, almost midnight. And then - not so dusty. I admit I've cheated a little.

"I do not know anything," she whispered merrily, "a broom, a broom." Let's get a broom. Her eyes glittered, her cheeks flushed. She resolutely dropped her jacket and threw it on the couch. Her light translucent blouse with a large cutout on her chest emphasized a luxurious bust, and a short skirt revealed the chiseled, shining pristine whiteness, slender, unshaven legs of the Slavyanka, still unborn. She was all in a fit. And for those like Irina Alekseevna, the impulse is the second life; In a fit, she can give minutes that can become the happiest in life, in a fit, people like her can cause great sorrow. "You can not make a broom, Irinushka." I have another broom. The Chekist turned and went to the library. A minute later he returned with an English vacuum cleaner in his hands, on the shiny green surface of which the sparkles of light glowed festively. "There's a broom for you, Irinushka." Irina Alekseevna involuntarily said: "Oh-oh-oh!" And hesitantly picked up a heavy vacuum cleaner, not knowing how to handle it.

- It's easy to get along with him, - the owner, who lived in Paris for a long time, came to the rescue. - I switched on and drove myself with a horn. I'll show you later. Let's roll the rug first. .-

Irina Alexeevna put the vacuum cleaner on the floor. To work, so to work! The trophy carpet was heavy and it was not so easy to deal with it. The small Nikolai Viktorovich fussed around her, tried to help, but not so much helped, how much he interfered.

Irina Alekseevna wanted to raise the edge of the carpet, but it was hard. She turned and suddenly froze. Goncharov's piercingly squinting eyes burned with greedy fire, unable to tear himself away from her legs. A skirt, she suddenly thought frightened. The costume she wore today was, although the best, but rather shabby and twice styrene, so the skirt was thoroughly shortened. Carried away by the work, Irina Alekseevna completely forgot about this. She straightened, but it was too late. The Chekist rushed to her with a sharp, trained movement, grabbed her by the skirt, and with force rushed to him. Hooks burst, burst, and then with a dry crash the fabric of the skirt disintegrated. Irina Alekseevna wanted to jump aside, but she got confused in the clinging clothes and fell on the carpet.

The Chekist crumpled and twisted it with an indestructible movement of strong, steel-like poured hands. She screamed, but he squeezed her mouth. "Shut up, you fool!" "No one will hear, even shout until the next morning." All the same, you will be mine. You have no other ways.

The forces gradually left Irina Alekseyevna and Goncharov seized her body. Never in her difficult, intricate life this has happened. She met with men, but whatever it was, in it they always respected Man. And here lies a deceptive and coarse cops' strength. From the burning shame, she covered her face with her hands and bitterly, in a woman's way, sobbed inconsolably. The Chekist corrected the Major's riding breeches, and then looked askance at his next victim. "Well, why are you roaring?" Catch yourself!

Still unable to resist the tears rolling down her cheeks, she tried to bring herself to the order. However, all her efforts were in vain: a needle was required, but it was repugnant to ask her.

-He said - beware - Goncharov repeated in a strict voice, and sit down at the table. "I can not sit down." You must have a conscience, a damned monster!

Irina Alekseevna got angry, and her tears immediately dried up. She got up, turned to him sideways and showed what her clothes turned into. - Admire, the Chekist Soviet! "Oh, my God, you are mine," said Goncharov, and took a quick step back to the next room.

Irina Alekseevna saw him open a forged merchant's trunk and began to take out a thing for him from a thing. He will look at one, another, quack, throw on the lid of the trunk and pull out the third. Finally I chose, closed the chest, put the key in my pocket and went back to the hall.

- Take it, Irenushka. The smallness is wide, but it will come down ... Irina Alekseevna backed away from the thing that was stretching to her, resembling a long-necked boyar dress. -I do not need. "Take it, you stupid one." All one nobody wears. He brought me from Berlin. - I will not take it. Give the needle with the thread. After receiving the needle, she went to the library.

-Well, what are you making out of yourself? - Stopped her master, - work here. There are no secrets. Finished the secrets. I had to obey. A flash of anger passed and Irina Alekseevna felt completely shattered. She crumpled, sewing in one shirt, and Goncharov walked around the room and threw fierce glances at her.

An hour later, somehow coping with the repair of clothes, Irina Alexeevna, dressed and was about to leave. "Oh, no, my love!" - The Chekist blocked her way. - So we are not allowed. He took her by the shoulders, squeezed them, as if by hoops and force sat him at the table.

"We waste, Irinushka, everything that God sent," he said cheerfully, and pushed his guest and the guest over the glass, which immediately filled to the brim. "Let us drink to love and forget our sins." Irina Alekseevna was seized by fear. -I can not, comrade .... You know. I'll get married ... "" A little trouble, "the Chekist stated. Falling down-a lift. Beds, thank God I do not suffer, you want one to sleep, you want with me. Irina Alekseevna jarred at these words, but Goncharov pretended not to notice anything.

- Hold it, Irinushka. Well, that's nice! Come on, my love! No, there is not until the end ... Irina Alekseevna almost choked with a glass of burning pervach. Saw and thought: until the end, so to the end, I look at you, a communist fighter for the world revolution.

She was drunk at once, but Goncharov immediately offered her a second one. She refused. He again used force, grabbed her by the shoulders, squeezed her head with a mighty Chekist's hand and began to pour vodka into his mouth. She gasped and coughed.

"Get used to, love of city food," the chekist said in a deaf, quivering voice. - Enough radish to eat. On your life with you the fools in abundance, there is someone who has become accustomed to the use of fire; Then he drank a glass of pervatch in a gulp, did not eat anything, sniffed the tobacco and spoke again, Irinushka, eat bacon, chill, chicken. We have everything and everything will always be, then he winked and waved a velvet voice: "I remember that Vanino port

And the kind of steamboat "Gloomy"

How the prisoners went on board ...

In cold, gloomy holds. "

Having finished singing, he shook his head sadly and said: "Prison is the foundation of communist power".

Irina Alekseevna grew more and more drunk. She no longer remembered what the Chekist had said, but she remembered well what happened to her afterwards.

.... Irina Alekseyevna woke up in the morning, Goncharov snored nearby. Completely naked, they lay on the floor, on the same carpet that they had spread yesterday. -Oh, God, what shame! Irina Alekseevna

She wandered to the sink as she dressed and, with difficulty moving her legs. After the cold water she felt better, but still she felt that she could hardly get to her home in Kamenka alone.

I had to lie down on the sofa. From the hall came the mighty-the sobbing snore of a Chekist, who inspired her with horror. Finally, unable to withstand this torture, she tightly closed the doors of both rooms, but this did not help either. The snoring shook the oak walls of the cops' house. Irina Alekseevna decided to leave. She stepped toward the oak paneled door and suddenly a husky commander's bass came from behind her: "It's not so easy to get rid of my lyuber from this house. Everything is locked, and outside is a sentry. Irina Alekseyevna all turned cold and turned around. Goncharov stood naked in the doorway. He scratched his hairy chest with his hand , yawned to the full width of his mouth, and watched Irina Alekseyevna with a wary eye.

"But I, I have to go home ... - you will manage," he said indifferently. We went to the table. To challenge him, Irina did not dare. She walked obediently, as if he had obeyed him all his life. Goncharov, even without a face, naked to the waist, sat down at the table, Irina Alekseevna he seated opposite. -Your, Irinushka, or not, let's get drunk, according to the ancient Slavic custom. What do we have left here? - He raised the bottle to the light and regretfully stated: Oh, you, yazvi those ... on the bottom. Glory we both gulped. Two liters, as it never happened. That's how we live. He burst out laughing, then got up and paddled barefoot into the other room, began to rattle the keys. Soon he returned with a bottle of "Pepper-how" under his arm, with a large cabbage dish in one hand and a liter can of turbid liquid.

-Tell the raspolchiku. Fine, a remedy after a good binge. "Oh, do not," Irina Alekseyevna raised her hands. The owner was surprised: -can you refuse? "He shrugged his shoulders and a gentle voice in which it was easy to guess the irritation, he uttered - you are not a liar, Irinushka!" He sighed and drank a cucumber brine in one gulp. He drank it all down to the drop, grunted like a collective farm hog and rubbed his right hand with his right hand.

-That's something we have. And now open the bottle and a glass. With a hangover it will be very nice.

"Comrade Goncharov ... Nikolai. Viktorovich," Irina Alekseyevna pleaded, "I can not see this accursed potion, and without it I'm sick, and you, again for vodka." There's a holy cross for you! "My little one!" The cross from the devils and Germans are being saved, but I'm coming to you with kindness. "He poured 2/3 glasses of it and said sternly:" Stop being ceremonious. " Once I handed my fate to my hands - be able to submit !!! Drink, my love. For your own good I say. Irina Alekseevna obediently took a glass and swallowing tears with wine in half began to drink. She drank several sips, took her breath and suddenly swung the glass into a corner. The glass shattered to pieces. She wanted to shout: how long until he tortured her? But ... she refused her voice.

- Has the wind gone? Do not be scared, Irinushka, it happens. On the sprouts of cabbage. Take it, it will be better. And really it became much better. She laughed. Then it seemed to her that the Chekist was swinging from side to side and suddenly he doubled up ... Goncharov also laughed, though not alone, two already laughed and both of them dragged themselves along with the glasses. Irina Alexeevna no longer resisted and drank, and Goncharov stood over it and said that expediency is a methodical technique when a person is taken and beaten until he signs a verdict that Victor pleaded guilty and was given ten years, That theft is a way to find their bread hungry, and Communists receive free workers.

Suddenly Irina Alekseevna began to sink somewhere, and what later she could not remember. Towards morning she woke up: her head hurted, her back ached, her legs were cramping. Goncharov was sleeping in another room. She quickly dressed and quietly went to the window. In the East, a thin strip of dawn was already shining-Rassvet. -She did not sleep a whole day? Cocking crowed. Irina Alekseevna hardly found shoes and picked them up and opened the window carefully. It struck me with night freshness ... I climbed the window sill, crossed herself and jumped into the flower bed, and then, gently opening the gate, went out into the street and dressed my shoes hurried to my native Kamenka.

In the East, the dawn was growing stronger and brighter. There was a chirping of birds. On the road she made a decision. Enroll in peat extraction, to permanently leave the land of their fathers, where the authority of the cops was established.

Valery Kokin