“For the page it is possible and to smoke, and better tomorrow I will continue”. Having made music is louder, Alexander in high spirits went to kitchen. “Perhaps still page? It is necessary to do more, quicker, – were scraped in the doubt head, but there was no wish to write. – Without that affairs collected too much, and then time for creativity still will be”. Yes, I will achieve, by all means, and now it is necessary to be engaged in repair. I will put couple of squares of a tile, at the same time I will listen to music”, – Alexander finished himself and, having finished a cigarette, glue mixed. “Slowly, but surely repair goes”, – counted the money invested in walls. There was much to its measures. Inspired with achievements, set to work with redoubled zeal. Forces lasted not for long. From diligent crawling on a floor and draggings of weights ached a back, the neck ached. Alexander even more often suited breaks, made coffee, smoked. Something urged on to sit down at a table and to continue the story …, and at the same time it found thousands of justifications of it not to do, everything, it seems, met: “Was tired, I will not sleep, the head is not capable of freshness of thoughts any more”. But also alter ego was not given: “Excuses, – it went on. – And eternity will pass, and conceived will not execute. Write!”
Походив about the room, Klot took seat for the computer, but there was no wish to think in any way, and after the first inept offer self-arrangements worked, having persistently proved the rationality: “Tomorrow. There will always be enough time, it sometimes could not be put”, – convinced Klot the severe portraits of writers which are living on walls, going on: “Tomorrow precisely nothing will turn out. Give now”. Alexander already listened, almost gave up, almost decided to offer immodest amount of time as light suddenly went out. Everything was solved in itself. “Well,”, – Klot fell apart in any way, without knowing that he smiles.
With relief zanyl the tired-out muscles. Excessive overfatigue did not allow to fall asleep. Alexander suffered, phone did not ring out yet.
– Money was transferred! – the vigorous voice of Ivan and a joyful message raised Klot from a bed. – I to you got in a queue. Give rather, otherwise you will stand till tomorrow. To the people gathered …. I also did not know what works for us so much.…
– I run, – Alexander shortly threw, jumping from a sofa.
The fatigue evaporated together with bad mood. But during a way one circumstance nevertheless impaired a little sudden joy: on a player the accumulator sat down. Клот did not intend to walk late at night, and therefore did not make daily recharge of the device. Now there was a wish to listen cheerful, by all means to cheerful, though senseless music. Under it in the head fantastic pictures were easier developed, hopes for fast future revived. While music sounded, he persistently leafed through the coming across “songs about life”, forcing to listen to own feelings.
– You that so long? – Клот found Ivan who is already lowering money in a pocket. – Went as grandmas in school, – the workmate grinned, advancing Alexander. Dissatisfied hum blew over crowd.
– Where without turn …?!
– It did not stand here…
– The youth absolutely became impudent…
Клот, protected by Ivan, managed to remove cash and to depart from the ATM, without having experienced usual disorders in such cases forcing to smoke one cigarette for another, to mark time or in an expedited manner to click sunflower seeds. Also fears prevailing in turns did not take place: “Suddenly on me money will end? And if approach occupied earlier, for a while departed on affairs now? Perhaps there will be also turns which are pushing away me to the region…”
Having counted money, Klot joined crowd already received, on envy to people around, a salary. The company was located near the round-the-clock little shop containing in itself inexhaustible stocks of alcohol.
– So, what you are so long? – bringing the guy a beer glass, Ivan repeated a question. – The cat stole a march, круголя gave?
– No, I do not trust in it, far I live. You know itself. All right, I will go, back still to stamp …, – having taken couple of sips and having said goodbye, Alexander started on on a way back.
One of one thousand rusted jokes and amicable laughter of workers reached his hearing. On the way of Klot came across on not clear for what always open shoe shop. Smiled to the coin clamped in a palm: “Heads or tails? Nonsense what”, – without having thrown it in air, glanced inside. Regretting that in its regions not eternal summer, chose warm, according to the sleepy shop assistant, waterproof boots.
As to rejoice there was there is nothing more, to arrive home it appeared hardly. Difficult day, several difficult campaigns and so prompt running to the ATM extended from it the last forces. The guy dopletsya hardly to the computer, once again was upset because of absence of a new episode about stars and failed on a sofa. Before the drowsiness the head was visited by an interesting thought. It was necessary to rise, write down, but laziness. “Till the morning I will not forget”, – having calmed down such decision, Alexander sank into a sleep. Naturally, from the dawn from the night guest there is no trace left also.
Chapter 4
Morning began as usual with Nina’s call. This time Alexander with alarm lifted a tube: Sunday, and is no need to awake it for work.
– Hi, the sonny, – joyful notes in a voice of mother calmed, – I congratulate on a new thing. The good fellow, did not stint. We with the father will return a half of the sum, do not doubt …. You did not find a salad bowl?
– No, I brought.
– Not everything, two dlinnenky, with blue covers is not enough. Look better, I to you have no place to put a lunch.
Having once again convinced of prospecting abilities of mother which sources Alexander did not try to find even, having tested the familiar emptiness brought by words thanked Nina and hung up.
Today morning was given colder than usual. Nevertheless, the guy, shirking yesterday’s promises, found, than to be engaged: cleaned snow in the yard, classified the tool in a shed, repaired the broken box. A master’s look examined the inherited earth. There was a wish for spring, heat, time when plant a kitchen garden, rejoice to the kidneys which are poured on trees, and in the evening when watering observe revival of plants, podvyavshy in a day. Клот liked to potter in the earth, loved, despite a heat, despite of everything. With pleasure the whole day in the yard dug, remaking hundreds of big and small cases, reaching physical powerlessness and happiness at the same time for what neighbors often praised highly Alexander. And not to find in the district of those whoever knew that in this house there lives a hardworking, persistent person who is quite often edified in an example and a reproach to others.
Having been earned till the sunset and having exhausted an opportunity to make something else, Alexander took seat for writing of stories, but after a star also the last forces left. Day of wearisome work which he hated not less Balzac but also could not throw too, left a bad deposit. As a result for a desk of Klot got when with feeling of the vypryazhenny, on the last legs animal, people are filled up to sleep. He could not consider and plan the subsequent steps in creativity any more, not to mention ability to estimate the quality written, often measured by the number of the words which are squeezed out from themselves: avaricious, repeating, bearing continuous emptiness. Sometimes weather interfered with circumstances, and then Alexander appeared at a table in the most necessary, most fruitful time of day – in the morning. Then it began to turn out better, but he was afraid to re-read old with a fresh mind, fairly expecting the level