I present to the public of the Voice a small opus in two parts, which tells of one, single day in the life of a children's health camp. The story is humorous, it does not pretend to be a writer's laurels.
All characters and dialogues are fictitious, coincidences are random) author's text, uniqueness 146%
The first part here
Part 2. "Survivor"
The barrel really turned out to be quite small - about a meter tall, and a little over the width of the shoulders of Seventy-First. Inside, all rusty, almost up to the holes, smelling of stagnant water - the designers clearly did not expect that someone would be tempted to use it as an extreme vehicle.
Artyom looked doubtfully at the barrel, and then turned to Shmaiser, who was carrying a mattress.
- Listen, Schmeisser. Come on, are you going to roll? Диман here will not get down simply. And with a mattress - and even more so. And you're small, you can take four of them there.
Schmeisser stepped back hysterically.
"I'm not going!" Himself zalaz and roll!
Artem measured him with a look full of irony.
- I? Well, come on, shove me in there. Only if the fish, upside down, so that the ass outward protruding. But then, sorry, the trajectory of motion is not to be predicted. I'll go to the river, who will catch me? You?
"Once again, say the very word, and I personally shove you into this barrel," said Artem Lance. - Dima! Well? Will you try?
"Of course I will," Seventy-One shrugged. Drag the mattress.
Two minutes later, the barrel was completed. In my opinion, the remaining space was unlikely to even accommodate Schmeisser, but Dima boldly "reached into the bottle." Puffed, and a little pushing the mattress with his elbows, he crouched in three deaths, still climbed into the barrel, bent his head, and closed it from above with his hands.
- It's all right?
"Listen, Diman, and you're brisk," Artyom said in surprise. "Anyway ..." Then he saw Lance's warning glance, and stopped short. - Well done, in general. And let's turn it over, and we'll take it?
"No," Lance cooled his enthusiasm. - We do only one take. Can not cope - then we give up the idea. I feel restless somehow. Dima, get out, we'll go uphill. Now only the camera will take in the leader.
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The mountain led from the dining room downstairs, to a small rivulet, on which we no-no, and arranged "water procedures". She was exactly the same as described by her Artem - on top of the sloping, and starting from the middle, sharply went downhill, and the flat land alternated with stones, but sticking out here and there by roots, one of which was just growing on the equator, where we were to put a fencing bastion.
- Well, brave ones, who will rise on the post - to catch Seventy-First? - Lance turned to us. In general, I have to stand, but the leader should not be on video.
- Now do not go, there's nothing to spoil the frame, - Artem grinned. - I'll go, I'm big. Who else?
"I'm ready," I volunteered.
"And I'll go," another guy from the detachment came up to us, Andrei. "I'm prudent, I took the defense."
He really put knee pads and elbow pads on roller skates. Lance looked at him with respect.
- Here, a man prepared, not that you are slobbering.
"Well done, Andryukha," Artem slapped him on the shoulder. "If you're prepared for us, you'll be in the center." Initiative, it is like that.
We went to the mountain, and stood up, leaning on the protruding root.
- Let's at least like Coward, Balbes and Experienced, hand in hand? Suggested Artem. - Atmosfernenko like that.
- Yeah, but I'm suggesting that you jerk to and fro? - Andrew asked.
"Fight, do not fidget, but if we do not retreat, then you can not escape," sighed Artem. "You're standing in the middle, you know only to run back." And there you will overtake our barrel, with the Seventy-First inside. And all, finita la comedy.
"Are you ready, Guard of Her Majesty?" Cried Lance. Hold it? Or do you doubt?
- Of course, we doubt! I shouted back. "But since you've called yourself ... So, we stand."
- Good. Seventy-first, ready?
- Ready! - Dima loudly reported, and disappeared in a barrel, standing on the very top of the mountain.
"Without me, do not let him go!" Lance shouted back. - Now, I'll come, put it, and we'll take it off. Schmeisser, is the camera ready?
- Yes sir! - Squeaked the newly appeared operator, located next to Dima, and, apparently, removing the process of his "loading" on the video.
- Okay. Ready, then ready, - it seemed to me that Lance crossed himself. - I'm going upstairs. Guys, catch it. Artem! do not fail.
"Do not worry, Lance," Artyom nodded. We stop it, how to drink it. Dimka does not even have time to squeak.
Lance climbed to the top, and they, together with the Cat, put the barrel on their backs.
- Diman! Come on, like Gagarin! Shouted Artem. - Say: "Let's go," and run it! Schmeiser, if the video turns out bad, you'll live in this barrel until the end of the season!
- Go! - sounded, muffled by tin roofs, trembling, roofing fires from excitement, toli of fear, voice of Seventy-First. Lance released the barrel, and the Cat gently nudged her, forward ...
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You know, what's wrong with not knowing physics? This is fraught with consequences. And if you know her, then
