Книга - НИЧЕГО НЕ ИЗМЕНИТЬ - Глава первая. Дым над водой
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One sage said - if we are not
We will end wars, war
will end us "
In the fall in the Baltic begins
Season season - the sea is restless,
Salted dust mixes with
rain, gray sky and gray sea
merge together. Ends
Shipping season, fishermen more
do not appear on the pier, sharply
The lull is cold and comes.
Grayness, humidity and appati
Satellites of the Baltic autumn. And she
She entered into her rights.
"Damn, he planted a splinter again" - with
The skipper thought with annoyance
Troubles, pulling his hand away from the wet
Hand -handed. Blood mixed with
salted water and diesel, but
Victor did not turn to it
Attention, "then I'll figure it out."
He was more interested in silence in
radio - he sailed to check
Gotland's lighthouse, because
Visoric for more than a day not
got in touch. Working already
Five years as a beacon career, he is not
I remembered the case that there were such
Problems with one of the objects.
Returning earlier than 55,
The senior midshipman performed his
service with the same attention and
responsibility, as during
super -signs - because he loved that
what is he doing. There were no wife, children
Also - probably because the old
The sailor could not be long
At home, one in two rooms,
received once for a long time for
approximate service in the northern
Fleet. I did not drink in principle
hobby, except fishing and books, not
there was a sailor rushed around the apartment
Like a wounded beast. I slept
A restless - I dreamed of a service
the conscript where he tried
find out why he is a second time on
urgency among the overwhelmed sailors
With crumpled guys - woke up
Tired, old and sick.
No more than a week has passed
The colleagues conducted it on
a pension, and he again stood in front
The head of the brigade s
a passage of enrollment on
service - at least someone, at least a sailor
the last with the "mashka" deck
score, at least a damn sea, but on
Ship and at sea.
Strange, but Victor really
I no longer thought of myself without it. Without
endless surface, without pure
air, without low ceilings
compartments, without a ship, without
vertical ramps, without calls
And anxieties. Therefore, rushing now
The gray waves of the Baltic Sea,
Under the gray, autumn sky, he was
glad that he was not taken
back to the crew. Wardener
Mayakov is also not bad, again,
They gave their boat, almost a ship!
Only a damned handrail
Run your hands will not reach.
There was no more before the lighthouse
five kilometers when he heard
In the cabin, the noise of the walkie -talkie. Victor
shook blood overboard and hurried
inside. Twisting a little hand and
putting on the headphones, began to listen
radio broadcast.
“114, 114, call 13-23! 114,
13-23, reception! "
"13-23, 114, we listen to you"
“Immediately report to the headquarters
Brigades - we are attacked!
I repeat: we are attacked! "
“114, who are attacked? Repeat:
Who were attacked? Check the type
Attacks! "
“Damn, not attacked a submarine, we
We see rockets on the radar!
I repeat: we see the earth's missiles
land, launch a minute thirty, course
177! Brigade Brigade! Blow on
to you!"
Victor did not believe his ears -
Someone launched missiles in the base
Soviet ships! His dear
Brigade! Unknown in which one
submarine sector, but probably on
duty with Europe, since they transmit
In Kaliningrad. But the channel is open!
All coastal
Radio stations and ships!
"Really war?" - Haughty
Inside, the troublemakers. Before
with the eyes, like shots of the film,
The childhood swam at the factory,
for collecting cartridges, funeral in
Mother's hands, legless young
Soldiers returning from
the front, one ration for two with
sister, horror of the bombing.
And then he saw them - leaving white
trace, fire balls flashed
high above the sea and went to
side of the coast. Towards them, not
Nobody touched, others rushed
lights. A lot of. So many. They
cut the sky on the stripes like
The knife cuts the fabric - with a bang,
Burning space.
"Means war". And here is the radio
Filled out a lot of heads