“Everything described below was carried out by me, Karl Medvedev, exclusively for the benefit of the citizens of twin beach. I do not agree with any of the accusations against me, allegedly I worked exclusively for my pocket. All my orders, decrees and decisions were made by me for the prosperity of my beloved island.”
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"Get out of here, and don't you dare!" - mom was on edge today.
I sighed miserably and pulled my head back into my shoulders. It's coming! I earn little, I do not help!
Since my father left three years ago, my mother started drinking. A little at first. Just for dinner, for appetite. Then to drown out the longing for the bastard father.
Next came the bars and the search for a new man. But all of them appeared briefly and each was worse than the previous one.
Now mother was going through a quarrel with another, like he was seventh.
"Learning everything, huh?" Teaching? she shook her head angrily, her eyes glazed. "You're our student!" And who will buy products? Mother? A mother must hump? Raised a fool!
"Mom, I'm in session!" "I'll Pass and get a part-time job!"
"Oh, mother must endure?" Believe in the son of a jerk? - mother was getting even stronger, after all on whom the need to was vent offense.
— What do you do instead of studying?" Are you playing with your toys again? she nodded angrily at the monitor, which showed a tropical island. "Turn it off and go to work!" And to without money not returned!
I realized that in this state, to argue it is useless.
"Now go away and pay later!" — thought.
"All right, I'm going!"
He shut down the computer, gritting his teeth. Resentment choked his throat. Paradise island disappeared and became dreary.
"Ah that for life the, and?"
"Good-bye, mother!" he put on his jacket and snapped the lock. Cold and cigarette smoke wafted from the porch.
The mother angrily walked, his arms crossed over his chest and swaying. I put on my sneakers, went out, and closed the door.
"Put on your hat!" "what's the matter?" came a voice from behind the door.
The island with the white sand was very close. I looked up from the fish-scented plank floor. He felt a couple of splinters in his cheek and squinted at the blinding light. The rattle of the antediluvian engine pounded in his temples, as did the splash of the paddle wheel to his right.
I blinked, trying to clear the mist from my eyes. My right cheekbone hurt — it looked like I'd slept on it.
I sat on the deck and looked around. An old ship, behind the wheelhouse, with some gray-haired helmsman, a large chimney, spitting clouds of black smoke, right flying spray from the spinning wheel. Some reach me and I open my parched lips-I want to drink incredibly! Ugh, it's salty!
Besides, I'm all wet with sweat, the sun is baking at the Zenith and the breeze is quite weak. Before eyes nose ship and broad swathe of dense jungles from horizon until horizon, which slowly approaching.
In sight sandy Bank, what the ramshackle shack and a small plank jetty, on which froze three bulky figures.
"Hey, dad! I turn to the helmsman. "Give me water!"
He nods at the open hatch on the left. I crawl up to him, the bottom pot-bellied barrel. Length hands lack reach until a wooden mugs. I lift the lid — there's water shimmering. Quickly I draw, greedily I drink.
Here it is-bliss! Cool water irrigates the parched throat. Now you can live!
It remains to determine what is happening here at all? Last night, as usual, I crawled into the Dorm drunk, there still added, but I remember exactly that I fell asleep on my bed.
Then why the fuck am I on a ship!? And old enough to sink." The rotten boards creak piteously with every movement.
The deck sways, and my head begins to ache. My stomach is churning, I feel hiccups. I jump up, lean over the side. The contents of the stomach fly into the clear sparkling water.
Ugh, captain Morgan, rum! Mixed with coke. They were to catch up with in the morning, remember the hard. And a new exchange student from Cuba brought it. Forgot the name, but I remember the teeth and tan.
At night was delicious rum — now understand that for good reason his saws. I lean over the side again.
After a couple of minutes I feel much better, even breathing easily salty sea breeze. Except that the old boards creak with my weight.
A second later I fly down and dive into the warm water. Sweat immediately washes away, it becomes easy and pleasant.
Therefore I relax under water, I slightly open eyes. Visibility, of course, is not very, but flocks of colorful fish funny whisper against the background of a maroon coral reef.
"Well, at least I didn't fall out from the side of the paddle wheel, and then I would have received a vertebral massage and a new hairstyle!"- such a thought comes to mind, hands smoothly rise and fall in warm water.
Then it's not funny when I see a big shadow writhing in the distance. That there is forces'm floating to the surface.
I emerge, spit. My boat sailed a little farther, leaving a trail of white foam behind it. The shore is a stone's throw away. But the gray fin on the opposite side is even closer.
Three men on the dock start shouting and waving at me. Galloping on a rickety platform, lest they join me, with such eagerness.
I look back, the fin starts to move in my direction. A lump rises in my throat, goose bumps run down my spine, my lips stretch in a nervous half-smile.
Yes, captain Morgan, damn you! Still lacked Moscow student, that comes up on any exam, be here eaten what the malokholnoy shark in an unknown sea!
I row as hard as I can to the dock. Men throw me a rope. I cling to it with a death grip and soar upward. I hear a clatter behind me. I laugh hysterically.