Barely left the aircraft and the passenger terminal Hittrou, Alexander Bitler here rushed to get his luggage, seriously fear for the status of Veronica.
Whether the Joke to suitcase so much time! Even in such conditions!
"Just to be alive! -all the way he had begged, ?ustvuÁ yourself as on pins and needles. From long-lasting feelings for her, he could not even truly relax and enjoy the flight and excellent service when you brings thousands of miles away inside its cozy womb a huge silver bird, and you can help the perelÊtu to a couple of different times to have a drink or eat. -Better I was flying in the suitcase! -sometimes thought it, but then immediately himself otyskival yourself opravdenie. -Although I hardly fit into him! "
Yes and with what he had to go in a suitcase?! He had a diplomatic passport, and everything is fine! And that's it!. Girl got entangled in their problems! And Bitler as d?el?tmen and Knight, took their resolve. Why was she in a suitcase, naked and without a passport!
Even the idea of escape was not his! No, in fact, helping in Moscow Veronica, he thought that the plan did succeed, and it will be closed for several hours in close suitcase, zakutannoj in telogrejku and cotton pants, cold cargo compartment, where the leak was much worse.
"Nevertheless, Veronika-Õkstrimalka!"-uhmylÁlsÁ and it throughout the flight.
It was a crazy plan that could only come up with a woman. After weighing all the pros and cons of peacefully from such ideas had to be abandoned in nine times out of ten. And Yes, the only remaining should be human I find something to Homer. Yes, and to make singers was only specially trenirovannomu man, not a woman!
Bitler suddenly presented himself locked in a dark, close a suitcase that somewhere on his way, appearing. And then it becomes even and cold! Yes the confined space in which to fit, it was necessary to adopt a posture of the embryo and remain for the movement of several consecutive hours already fly to panic just cost imagine everything personally!
Bitleru thought that if the choice he proposed a flight in this case or in a coffin, he chose the latter, although this fly it dread from thoughts about this.
He noticed a claustrophobic but than he represented himself at the place of Veronica, he became worse. Rather than thinking about it from him.
"What a terrible must be human life, especially women, to accept escape from it so awful way and in such inhumane conditions!"-is he trying to everything-tkai Nestle in a wide and soft, airy as a sofa, armchair business class back and even get some sleep. But troubled thought again and again returned to Veronica.
Now he saw his suitcase, huge and even mean heavy, vra?avšijsÁ on rubber conveyor on bended around which stood flying passengers porters. He slowly drove up to him and Alexander on external cidu tried to understand everything there, inside, in the order. A quick inspection of the kzalos? that vÊ well, but he was not very excited to open it as quickly as possible.
Bitler showed nosil??iku hired a minute ago, to your suitcase, and he was surprised by his raise.
-Watch out! -warned Bitler. -There is a very fragile cargo!
Although he was very excited to see what with Veronica, he waited, although it cost him much effort when he is left alone with a suitcase.
Taxi privezlo Bitlera to out-of-town home.
Machine entered on wide walkway in the park for swivelling floor fence and stopped somewhere near the entrance of single storey buildings, ancient castle in the style of 18th-century Rococo style, behind round white Fontana on the track, a floured large marble, uhodivšej from his pools neglubkogo zvezdoobrazno in senj ambient House Garden.
On the porch was a servant, fifty years of Russian emigrant, which shelters the Bitler many years ago, literally picked up that once on the street.
Bitler came out of the car and ordered:
Ivan Arkadievich! Record your suitcase to me in the bedroom! And watch out with him! There is a fragile thing!
-Good Sir! -servant slightly naklonil head in sign that understood and accepted the direction, then went to baga?niku, tried to take the suitcase. -Wow, what a heavy! -surprised he and realizing that one with luggage not sovladaet, began to look for help gardener.
When finally Bitler stayed one on one with suitcase in its spacious bedrooms, then immediately rushed to it, put it on its side and with such rastoropnost?Ø opened his plastic shutters, as if went last seconds, which is in the next moment it would be too late.
Veronica was lying in a suitcase, svÊrnutaÁ up, unconscious, and it was not clear whether she's alive at all. Dried blood, short and steams scarier show writhing on her pale, with greenish tint, but young and tender skin, vyte?Á of mink nostrils and ear holes.
Veronica! -He had called her. Veronica!
He touched her forehead, who emerged from under they together with curl her rusyh hair. He was barely warm.
Her pretty face almost baby was his, and, despite all the earnest delay he broke free from the contemplation of it! It was necessary to save the mistress!
Bitler gently lifted it from a suitcase suffered and put it on the great broad double bed with canopy, then ran out into the hallway, closed the door and called his servant:
Ivan Arkadievich! The smell of alcohol give! Soon!
However hartshorn not helped, and Bitleru had to do to call emergency medical service that almost took in hospital. But everything was OK: doctors were able to bring it into place.
Barely Veronica woke as immediately fell asleep, and the rest of the evening sitting Bitler fireplace, sipping slowly Scotch and talking about how he vlip nehorošuØ history.
Deeds, feelings, the his logic and common sense, with its rational thinking.
But still there was nothing! If Veronica is had to carry to the hospital! Togdy would have found her documents, and although it is well said in English, this was not the language you speak people is the po?ivšie in England.
All this at once gave it an illegal Õmigrantku, and she and, primarily, the Bitlera, led to many new and very serious problems, the effects of which could result. However, in any case, a Creek.
Now that the danger was over, he allowed myself to relax: a bottle of Scotch quickly pustela. Bitler threw it in the trash was at kuhnØVzÁl in the buffet, returned to Kamina and continued to sit, looking for the magic plÁsku flame over folded neatly firewood, and little by little, lips otmerÁÁ on a few drops of sipping from mouth alcohol.
Because Bitler has posted in his bedroom, and fell asleep in a Chair in front of the fireplace: he would never became a bedroom Grace. Let the rest of Veronica established barely woke Bitler couldn't afford.
Waking up in the middle of the night when the lamp potuh, and was pretty cool, he moved to white roses kanapÕ and facing red polosaty woolen coated, has been forgotten there till the morning.
The next day, Veronica has become a little better, but it still was weak and could not even pripodnÁt?sÁ to bed.
-Hello! -She smiled at him when he went to bed.
-With the arrival in England, my Princess! You have something that was doomed to failure from the start! I am surprised how it actually came out! Frankly, I thought, until the last moment that you refuse to itself from this idea! Climb, hunched in three pieces, in a suitcase and without traffic in the dark and cramped so much time! This should be a good reason! This is a definite, as death! I would not dare to this! But now in any case you have to start another, new life! Don't miss it! I promise to help!
Veronica slightly shook her head:
-If I said that would be so bad, I'd never done this!
-Would do! -objected, smiling top Bitler. -I, among other things, you warned! Is it not remember?!
It had not replied, Bitleru that it is difficult to say.
-I have to say that you miraculously survived! He added. -However, I'll have to London! I'll leave you to tomorrow. You will be Ivn Arkadievich, my servant, all orders in this House! Ok?!
Veronica in response to pokivala's head.
You need something special during my absence? -asked Bitler of Veronica. I don't mean to eat: Ivan Arkadievich will prepare you secure in any dish, and that cannot, the order in a restaurant! I mean that you will not be able to give!
-Have you Bible is? -asked Veronica. -Preferably Orthodox and in Russian.
-You are the same like in English not bad špariš?! -surprised Bitler.
-You know, this book me better in English to read! -challenge to Veronica.
-And why you? -surprised Bitler. -You? Pray you?!
-Glupen?kij you, Sasha, boy! This big, and the glupen?kij! -somehow condescending shook her head from side to side Veronica so that he felt a surge of love for this young woman. Without passion, namely love, adoration, something cool and warm. It was a strange feeling as though Veronica was simultaneously and his mom, and his child, and his mistress! -Pray on molitvoslovu! And Bible just read!
And why you'll read it? -surprised Bitler. He could not believe that a prostitute, albeit not by choice became its woman, but prostitute! -will ask his Bible. He even thought the Veronica attempts obelit?sÁ before him, although he loved her for purity and cleanliness. But suddenly her in the head came this moronic idea: portray before him, that it immediately opted in corrections. He understood that this naigrannyj nonsense!
I have the habit, Sasha! -Veronica, and he replied that he speaks with some old pepper shaker, not as a young, all the juice woman from one look at which all vnutrri trepetalo and rvalos? in battle.
Where f you this habit? -surprised even more Bitler.
-Profess?on de Foy as one Soviet film! -Professional duty! Veronica replied, smiling.
Bitleru thought it over it just prikalyvaetsÁ, plays it.
-Not understood! -slightly resented it.
-Sasha, what do you not understand?! -wonder Veronica. -You asked, what do you need special-I answered! Now a bunch of questions any unnecessary!
Veronica too a little angry, smile disappeared on her charming beautiful face.
-Well, please explain why you Bible! -again asked for it.
-I am told that habit I have! -again, calmly replied Veronica.
-But where you got this pryvy?ka? -could not understand it.
-Sasha-Finally, she said, you at least know from which Tel is a human being?
-Know! From one!
-Seven, Sasha, seven!
? -could not understand Bitler.
-Physical, mental, Astral broadcasting, and another three higher body, which together constitute the neuni?to?imuØ monadu-soul in the Christian faith.
Bitler sat on the edge of the bed.
You where this clever, Veronica, undertook? He nedoumÊnno.
He was surprised, in fact, because before this saw it neat Chrysalis which was bespodobna in bed and made him such a thing as compared with which sex with Grace was just dumb let nearby. But now this pupa steel be zubki something that still was inside, and Bitler realized that it is still a lot of what he never even know it! In it! It was content, spirituality!
Yes who of his acquaintances of ordinary people, though the British, Germans, Italians, religious fans among them not vodilos?, would voluntarily to read the Bible?! About the Russians and the talk was nothing-completely nehristi, atheists! Here he Bitler-too from the party, the truth has long been dropped from the husk, but habits to read the Bible from this does! And here is a prostitute!
And now it's even she spoke about some mysterious body that the person is not from one body! This was anything!
-Where brought, Sasha, from there and started! Veronica replied, feeling it that carried Bitlera stunning impression. -And you don't know me "Mommy" Bible Drudge through forced?!
-Yes you?! -Bitlera eye brow they. -Why?!
-E-e-e! Sasha! -recited the Veronica. I then show you ... do you even know that Abraham was married to his sister?!
-No! -udivlsÁ Bitler. I generally don't know who is Abraham, and why is it I need.
-Do you know that both daughters Lot became pregnant from his father and fired from that connection to light two people?
-Yes I do not know even a lot! -resented Bitler.
Is the righteous, who lived in Sodome and Gomorre, two of the Angel of the Lord of the city before they crash the sulfur fire rain from heaven! You though it heard something about Sodom and Gomorru!
Bitleru became uncomfortable because Veronica it gets as škodlivogo školÁra, and so he decided to escape religious themes:
-What you said about seven phone?!
-I spoke, Veronica replied that a human being is made up of seven phone! And each of them need its food! The physical body need food, broadcasting body need energy Qin, and derived from it, Yin and Yang, an astral body need emotions, and mental need information. And if you do not have one of the phone, it will be parazitirovat? on another take energy from it. So, over time, people lose their normal forms, are obese or very slim, although in his youth as the selection, in the normal form of a stay.
-And, moreover, here the Bible? -asked Bitler.
Yes that is food for my mental, Sasha! Should every day at least fifteen minutes to read, to nourish mental body! But reading too miscellaneous happens, like food. So, the Bible is the most environmentally clean feeding for mental! I got it?
-Gotcha! -agreed Bitler.
-Well, so the Bible something find?!
Bitler thought. At home he such books.
Orthodox? In Russian? -peresprosil it just in case, to again make sure that all of this happens in reality.
Yes, Sasha! Veronika pokivala head again.
-Yes here in England, some Protestants! -resented Biller. -As far as I know! Can something they take?!
Veronica long staring at Bitlera, then skazla:
-Bring me what I asked, or, actually, forget about my request, okay?
-Okay, agreed Bitler-but it's only in the evening! This book in London to find, perhaps, hard! However, I do not know! Poi?u!
He leaned over to it.
Veronica, sticking your neck, deeply their lovely sponges, but Bitler barely kissed her cheek and hurried down where it already waited for the machine. Since yesterday evening in his head zudela thought about Grace. The House he was puzzled.
Ivan Arkadievich, addressed it, not sure in positive response to the servant, stoÁvšemu low porch houses and provo?avšemu it-you Bible available?
-Read-with-naklonil slightly head Butler.
Orthodox? In Russian?!
So, Sir! -polkonilsÁ Ivan Arkadievich slightly again.
-Well, so take it Veronica, my guest! It requested!
-SlušaØs?, Sir! -uivncl head servant.
Bitler villages in a garage personal machine in the back seat.
-Where you, Mister Bitler?! -asked driver guide.
-Home! -thoughtfully delivered a financier.
Now he Turkish explanations with Grace. Should have something to tell why it arriving yesterday, House only today.
-What's new! -asked Bitler have driver guides, although he was still that he will answer.
Thought his break between Veronica, and Grace.
Yes, grace! When she learns that he privolok from Moscow, Russia, a woman, a prostitute! This is something close to the end of the world! In any case, for it! Here and before the divorce is near! And then it overnight from Almaty becoming homeless Veronica brodÁ?ku, together with pobiraØ?egosÁ in the streets of London: access to bank capital generated by his father-in-law, closes as faucet, easy manoveniem hands his Õkssuprugi.
Brr! Bitlera peredÊrnulo.
Driving something said said said the oziraÁs? on his usual passenger, but its not really listening and Bitler only agree with him occasionally, nodding thought, in tact, head.
After a few minutes it will already have home and no intelligible and likely explanation, which organised the would Grace, it is not found.
"What say?! -feverishly soobra?al Bitler. -SmotalsÁ for in Pittsburgh or somewhere away?! "
But that was for stupidity, having returned from a trip home, again somewhere jog, into a komnadirovku before come home!
"Grace is never believe!"-he realized that his wife too well knew his quiet, slow, sluggish and val?Á?nyj even haratker, so raspolagavšij to the regularity of life and the actions that it would immediately who something suspicious.
Bitler No1. Why did he do it?!
Yes, Veronica liked it! Maybe even bigger than liked! It okoldovyvala it some charms, and this was the more natural than less, did not attempt to do so!
It attracted to its karsote as a moth in night light and everything turned out how would of course! For the sake of her beauty, he was ready to forgive her anything! Oh no! Not the same!
Her beauty if, slepila his consciousness so that it just anything seen around and even sometimes bad soobra?al!
He was caught up by each feature of her person, each of its movement, noticing in both many flaws, especially through them, the stronger their deep in contemplation, trying to understand how it turns out that he sees this and still cannot disengage from their e?esekundnogo absorption as though Veronica was his source of something that he has been a long, maybe even before birth, lost and found. And that's now found. And that is all that he lost, it was in it.
And even then, that she was a prostitute, Bitler as flaw! He tried to understand, absorb as! As this beautiful, Yes, no, not just beautiful, and such ... He didn't even have found words capable describe the essence of what he saw in front of you, looking at Veronica-can prostitution!
It was wrong! It was nonsense, and he didn't believe that Veronica in fact was a prostitute! It is simply not vÁzalsÁ with the sales woman! It in fact was not as!
Veronica was such as was! And this its naturalness o?arovyvala it! ...
-You don't zdorovitsÁ, CEP?! -asked driver, interrupting her story.
-No, no, Dave, everything is good! -waved hand Bitler.
The driver was restricting him concentrate.
Bitler glÁnul for Windows machines. Another couple of quarters, and everything! It will house!
-Harry! Stop! -ordered Bitler.
The driver, ehavšj slowly and carefully, immediately turned to the sidewalks and stopped.
Bitler went outside and became saunter by buly?noj pavement tracks back-forward, trying to focus and think, why it was so long houses upon arrival in London. In fact any normal person from travel first back home!
Nothing putnego to mind not gone!
And here it made a wild and besšabašnaÁ idea!
He remembered about doku?avšem him recently Vlade Kantemirove, Russian inventor, a botanist and Õmigrirovavšem recently from Russia and now nasedavšem to it using a journalist writing on environmental issues, including such relevant issues as global warming and the danger of flooding of London when the world's oceans, Rhea Soulta.
Losing a thin Web thought, vedšej it to resolve the Bowl problems Bitler rushed to the car.
-Turn! He said šofÊru.
Something happened, Sir?! -surprised driver.
-Yes! I forgot to do something important!
Despite the fact that everything is more popular in London became the cellular communication and the number of customers grew by leaps and bounds, as did not hasten to acquire expensive Bitler and fashionable toy, although cases business that immediately demanded.
Bitler just realized that, if it appears such a device, it will always from Grace in step dostpua. Wherever, he won't be able to hide then from its total control, which just choked and without such rigid binding. Not difficult to imagine how it would look and vsÁikj time partners and contractors insisted on your cell phone, Bitler found some wacky excuses not to do.
-In Office of BBC! -ordered Bitler and machine began to circle and went in the opposite direction.
Now Bitler felt more confident because invented some plan to save him from the wrath of the wife.