In the water he washed the wound, the blood ceased to flow, but the pain did not go away. Not paying attention to the wound unwell, he pulled the vessel into the river, began to wash the amphora. On the surface of the picture stood out from the life of the ancient Greeks, hitting preserves the purity of colors. They showed a woman in a long white dress with amphora on his shoulder. Next scene of warrior fighting a hunter holding a spear in his right hand directed to the edge of the image of a brown bull. The neck amphora was chipped off and the sharp end of it sticking out outwardly. Slipping his arm, the guy came across a solid barrier compacted soil cap scored the internal volume of the amphora. Rinse mouth with water, he was convinced that this was the tight tube poking fingernail pliable tube material he stared substance. That may still be there honey? Ancient wax compressed time, he guessed. A vague presentiment of something unusual hidden there, shivering swept through the body, making you forget about the injury. “The treasure?! Maybe it’s a treasure!” – Frantically raced in the brain. He tried to remove the nail jam. Nothing worked. Wax pressed for centuries as a monolith stuck in the neck of the amphora. Finally, I break guessed right stick. Hazel branch, thought about, and that if you break it. No break an ancient work of art, to clean the house and put as decoration. Well, that is interesting, what is it? He became a broken branch to pick stopper. Scratched, pulled rotten rag from time to time, put his hand into the neck. Fingers groped hard roundels and oval plate. The treasure, and is a treasure. He took out a coin and looked at her, the glint of gold for a moment blinded Man, gleaming in a ray of the setting sun.
– Wow! Yes, I am richer than most of Tutankhamun! – He exclaimed. Tilting amphora, coins spilled on hand yellow circular plates were piled on a bunch of hard palm…
Thirst of money
– There is no sense to wait any longer. – Said the gray-haired man of medium height tall and broad friend.
– Yes, I’ve seen at a bus stop one sleek boy out of the brand new “Audi”. Why do they have to ride in jeeps, sedans, Mercedes and we do not? We have to have money!
Two figures were moving at a slow pace through the alley of the old park. Twilight gradual, but concentrated in the crowns of centuries-old pines and lindens. At nightfall, a keener sense of the idea of tormenting both, ideas mining money. They are intertwined in the minds of the interlocutors in the most improbable plans. But on closer analysis shows their inconsistency, absurdity, and the thirst for easy money harder inflames the imagination and the desire to obtain money doubled with renewed vigor. One of them, of the shorter name was Igor. Igor did not differ athletic build compared to his old friend. But he had a sober mind and ability to think analytically. He wore long denim suit with a faded and worn in the fashion of trousers. He wear usually black hair streaked with gray. He did not like to drink and did not smoke. Early he started a family and did not have time to walk properly. He hated all my heart the work in design and technology bureau. He not loved specialty acquired at the institute and specialty dreamed superb obtain coveted money to lead a life without work for fun. A first step to destroy the hated diploma acquired profession that not to stay at home to find work in shifts as a blindfold blind, burning and not skipping prey dog. His melancholy eyes blue intelligent eyes looked indifferent to the world around us, and only at a meeting beautiful girls animated twinkle subdued melancholy passion. Yes, he was men love women, he wanted to throws the money, he wanted to have an expense car, but in an honest way, he understood that earn a lot of money will never work.
His companion was different harmony. High growth. Square jawed, chiseled nose, and to top it all had beautiful blue cornflower blue eyes, and not one pair of female naive eyes could not help but sigh, looking at friends. His name was Oleg. He was wearing a shabby old coat. Wrinkled pants and boots laced to the nodes connected to the laces. He loved life. His eyes were alive with enthusiasm. He received his education at night school. He worked on the basis of a transit of imported goods as a loader. He was tormented by an obsession thirst for money.
He wanted to live in the age of forty years instils. What prevented him to reach the previously prosperous life; a number of circumstances. A failed marriage to actress of the local theater and its constant betrayal. One day, finding her lover’s wife in bed gave him a severe wound with a knife, which led to a ten-year prison term, and then, finally, he is at liberty. Around simmering, but angry at his fate loser he is increasingly returning to thoughts of easy money. And now on this Sunday, day strolling old park thought both friends hovered in the production of easy money.
– Oleg, has an idea! – Suddenly exclaimed Igor.
– Speak, speak, rather than push?
– The head of the base, you have spoken, elegant living.
– So what?
– So, we milked.
– It is as yet?
– Very simple. We meet in a secluded place threatened him with knives and demanding money from him that he brought to the appointed place, let’s say twenty thousand dollars. Well, ten each. A?! – Igor said briskly.
Oleg’s brow furrowed in thought.
– No, do not go.
– Explain why?
– Yes, the fact that he can find us.
– Then the phone call.
– How to organize the transfer of money?
– Need to think.
– Ha! On the highway, near the bus stop country “Piney”. Under the pine tree above us he should bury the bundle of money. We went down for three months to avoid the tail, calmly take the money.
– Then destroy with the machine. Conventional magnetic mine. For the other is a science.
– You’re a genius, Igor.
– Then to work.
– They have a long time strolling the park. Already the lights were lit, illuminating the dark alleys. Darkness once, he retreated, hid his face in the bush, and the conspirators, walk a little more out to the bus stop.
House Igor waited for his wife.
– What a slacker, again I met with these crooks? – She asked.
– This is my friend! Remember, the woman! – The evil he replied.
In the morning, Igor, as usual went to work. His thoughts were occupied only by the invention mines.
– “We need to get the TNT and will make the fuse of potassium chlorate.” – He thought, sitting behind a computer working with the drawings production model of the mechanism…
– Listen, Oleg, – said Igor someone at the next meeting – I need add.
– Toll? I do not know where to take, though, I remember as a child, once found a shell in the woods. But I go to sleep-sewed leave. I remember that place. We must get it on the fire and heated with TNT.
– You’re that? He can explode? – With an ironic smile, said Igor. – We will not fry it on the fire. Quietly analyze, and seize all that we need.
– Then tell the wife you’re going to work tomorrow.
– Well, what I say on the job, and again, my wife when my boss starts to call her cope, why I have at work? – With naive eyes I looked at Oleg, Igor, but he already knew what he would say to his wife. Oleg was silent, as a partisan, not knowing what to answer, Igor.
The morning was bright and calm. Comrades with backpacks and fishing rods came out with the shuttle bus at the stop “Grove” and soon into the woods toward the river, “Irpen”. In ferns, nettles and bushes across crumbling trenches and dugouts with reinforcement ribs sticking out from the bushes, dilapidated bunkers. Near one of them with blocks of concrete sticking out