Daniel pennak - the eye of the wolf. The book of the eyes of a wolf.

Daniel Pennak

Oko Vovka

Rozdil 1. Zustrich

The lad stands in front of the wolf's aviary and does not break in. Vovk walk here and there. Vіn krokuє here and there and do not stumble.

“Like vin me fighting…”

Axis what do you think vovk. For two years now, the boy has been standing here, behind the gates, unruly, like a frozen tree, marveling, like a crocodile.

"What do youmu see me need?"

Axis of nutrition, as to put sobi vovk. Tsei boy youmu is a mystery. Chi is not a threat (for nothing to be afraid of), but a mystery.

"What do youmu see me need?"

Other children kick, wail, scream, cry, stink, show their tongue and hang on to their mothers. Then we go to grimace in front of the cell, they burned and grumbled on the left, which is like a tail. And this boy - no. Vіn so and stand movchki unruly. Less than yoga eyes collapse. Go after Vovk here and there, vdovzh ґrat.

"Vovka, what, not bachiv?"

Vovk - that bachit the boy is less than once.

Tse to that, in the new, at the wolf, only one eye. Another vin having spent ten years in the battle with people, if he was drunk.

Since then, if you go ahead (as you can call it that), for the time being, succumb to the whole zoo, clitiny, children, who are afraid, and in the middle of them - that lad, absolutely indestructible. And on the return path (as you can call it a path), for the most part, succumb to the insides of your enclosures. Her empty enclosure, the shepherd of the past season died. His gloomy enclosures with a single gray frame and a dead tree. Let's sweat for a while, and the axis of the new boy and there was a pair of yoga peaceful breathing in a frosty weather.

"We'll get tired first," - I think for a while, continuing to walk.

I add:

"I have more patience."

"I'm wow."

Alyona offensive wound the first thing to do is to run for the vovk, having just thrown over - the very boy who is standing in front of the aviary in the very same place. Vovk is not a little pidskochiv.

“Having spent the night here, what?!”

Vіn suddenly coped with himself and straightened up again, as if nothing had happened.

The first axis is already a year old, as if for a long time. The axis is already a year old, like the eyes of the lads do not look at the new. Blakytna wool vovka zachіpaє sіtka. M'yazi yogo migrate under the winter farm. Blakitny vovk krokuє, why don’t you dare to scurry. Nemov turns back home to Alaska. "Polar vovk" - so it is written on the plaque, attached to the net. There is also a map of the pіvnochі of Canada, on which one plot is stuffed with red for accuracy. "Polar Fork, Free Earth"...

Yogo paws to step silently. Vіn go іz kіntsya to іnets aviaries. Don't give or take the soundless pendulum of majestic anniversaries. And the eyes of the lad are also collapsing, rightly so, why not fight for the tense party with the companions.

“Isn’t it true that I’m such a cicavi?”

Vovk frown. On the muzzle of yoga to pass the bridge. Win angry wine for those who ask themselves all the food for a boy. Vin had already sworn for a long time not to talk to people anymore.

I once for ten years without violating the oath: to people - the same thought, nothing to look forward to. Not to children, like foolish fools in front of this cell, not to a servant, who throws meat to you from afar, not to artists, like to come to paint yoga in a week, not to foolish mothers, like to tell on a new little one, adding: “Bachish, axis of wine, vovk, you’ll behave badly, take your wine!” Nothing to anyone.

"To inspire the best of people at a great price!"

This is how Mother Chorne Polumya used to say.

Until the last week, for the rest of the year, I interrupted my daily routine. The stench with the sheepskin sat on the faces to the vіdvіduvachіv. And there was no more hostility, so don’t stink anyone! Vovk and vovchitsa marveled at the expanse in front of them. The stinks marveled at all the people. With such a look that you thought to yourself like that, you don’t know. Even more unacceptable.

- Where did the stinks marvel?

- What stink there bachat?

And then the she-wolf died (she was sira z bilim, like a polar chicken). From that hour, for the time being, I didn’t chirp any more. Vіn krokuє z wound until the evening, and shmatiks of meat freeze until the ground is broken. According to that bek of the lattice is straight, like the letter "i" (for a dot over the "i" you can put a mark of a white bet), the boy does not open his eyes.

"Tim is better for the new one," - virishu vovk.

I spit out every thought about the lad.

However, the next day, the boy is here again. I more offensive. I gave you a day. So for the time being, I’m thinking again about the new one.

"But who is it?"

"What do youmu see me need?"

"Robiti youmu, what, nothing all day?"

"Homeless?"

"Don't go to school?"

"Don't you have friends?"

"Batkiv don't know?"

"Abo scho?"

Tsіla kupa pitan, yakі zavazhayut yoma krokuvati. Vіn vіdchuvaє, like important paws. Tse is still not the same, but close to that.

"I didn't understand!" - I think vovk.

Garazd, the zoo will be closed tomorrow. Tse day schomіsyachnogo veterinary bypass, landscaping kіtin. І every other day.

"I want to change my mind."

Nothing of the sort. In the morning, like and all the days before, the boy is here, like here. І navit more here, nizh be-if, zovsіm one aviary in an absolutely deserted zoo.

- Oh no! .. - stacks of vovk.

And the axis i so!

Axis at once vovk vіdchuvaє, like vіn vtomivsya. You might think that the look of a boy matters a whole ton.

“Well, garazd,” I think Vovk.

"I asked for it myself!"

I unstoppably cease to croak. Vin sit straight ahead, right in front of the boy. I also take on a new marvel. Vіn do not work tricks with him with a blind look, no. Tse spravzhnіy look, look emphasis!

So we pass whilina, a friend, a third ...

At the zoo of the same spectator. The vets haven't come yet. Levy does not show up as a ukrittya. Sleep at your feast bird. Mustache the holidays. Navit mavpi shut down their circus. The stench hangs on the pins, like a sleeper.

No one but this boy.

І vovk from black wool.

“Do you want to marvel at me? Garazd! I'm going to admire you! We marvel from ... "

Ale deshcho bentezhit vovka. Stupid snag. The new one has more than one eye, and the boy has two. I don’t know the axis of the vovk, in the yak the boy’s eye peered with a glance. Vіn zbentezheny. One eye is thrown to the right-to the left, to the left-to the right. And the boy's eyes don't shine. Nі vіya not shudder. Vovka is greedy, not on his own. Come back - no matter what in the world. I’m starting to crouch again - and I can’t move buti. As a result, the eye jumps all divine and divine. And suddenly, a tear breaks through the scar on the eye of the dead eye. Tse not in the form of grief, but in the absence of power and fierceness.

And then the lad to rob the wondrous river. Yaka calm the vovka, inspire you with confidence. The boy closes one eye.

And the axis of the stench marvels one on one, eye to eye, at a deserted and quiet zoo, and all the hour, like a є, to lie down їm.

Chapter 2

Ale smut - tse zіnitsya. Black zіnitsya!

- You want to marvel at me - well, marvel!

Daniel Pennak

Oko Vovka

Rozdil 1. Zustrich

The lad stands in front of the wolf's aviary and does not break in. Vovk walk here and there. Vіn krokuє here and there and do not stumble.

“Like vin me fighting…”

Axis what do you think vovk. For two years now, the boy has been standing here, behind the gates, unruly, like a frozen tree, marveling, like a crocodile.

"What do youmu see me need?"

Axis of nutrition, as to put sobi vovk. Tsei boy youmu is a mystery. Chi is not a threat (for nothing to be afraid of), but a mystery.

"What do youmu see me need?"

"Vovka, what, not bachiv?"

Vovk - that bachit the boy is less than once.

Tse to that, in the new, at the wolf, only one eye. Another vin having spent ten years in the battle with people, if he was drunk.

"We'll get tired first," - I think for a while, continuing to walk.

I add:

"I have more patience."

"I'm wow."

Ale of the attacking wound is the first, to sack for a long time, almost throwing himself over - the very boy who stands in front of the aviary in the very same place. Vovk is not a little pidskochiv.

“Having spent the night here, what?!”

Vіn suddenly coped with himself and straightened up again, as if nothing had happened.

“Isn’t it true that I’m such a cicavi?”

Vovk frown. On the muzzle of yoga to pass the bridge. Win angry wine for those who ask themselves all the food for a boy. Vin had already sworn for a long time not to talk to people anymore.

"To inspire the best of people at a great price!"

This is how Mother Chorne Polumya used to say.

- Where did the stinks marvel?

- What stink there bachat?

"Tim is better for the new one," - virishu vovk.

I spit out every thought about the lad.

However, the next day, the boy is here again. I more offensive. I gave you a day. So for the time being, I’m thinking again about the new one.

"But who is it?"

"What do youmu see me need?"

"Robiti youmu, what, nothing all day?"

"Homeless?"

"Don't go to school?"

"Don't you have friends?"

"Batkiv don't know?"

"Abo scho?"

Tsіla kupa pitan, yakі zavazhayut yoma krokuvati. Vіn vіdchuvaє, like important paws. Tse is still not the same, but close to that.

"I didn't understand!" - I think vovk.

Garazd, the zoo will be closed tomorrow. Tse day schomіsyachnogo veterinary bypass, landscaping kіtin. І every other day.

"I want to change my mind."

Nothing of the sort. In the morning, like and all the days before, the boy is here, like here. І navit more here, nizh be-if, zovsіm one aviary in an absolutely deserted zoo.

- Oh no! .. - stacks of vovk.

And the axis i so!

Axis at once vovk vіdchuvaє, like vіn vtomivsya. You might think that the look of a boy matters a whole ton.

“Well, garazd,” I think Vovk.

"I asked for it myself!"

So we pass whilina, a friend, a third ...

No one but this boy.

І vovk from black wool.

“Do you want to marvel at me? Garazd! I'm going to admire you! We marvel from ... "

And then the lad to rob the wondrous river. Yaka calm the vovka, inspire you with confidence. The boy closes one eye.

And the axis of the stench marvels one on one, eye to eye, at a deserted and quiet zoo, and all the hour, like a є, to lie down їm.

Chapter 2

Ale smut - tse zіnitsya. Black zіnitsya!

- You want to marvel at me - well, marvel!

Axis scho nibi seems to be zіnitsya. Vіn burn, like roses. You might think, what a half-wit. “So i є, - the boy thinks, - black polum'ya!»

І vіn vіdpovіdaє:

- Good, Chorne Polum'ya, I marvel at you and I'm not afraid.

Zinitsya can grow up like a dream, grow up with all your eyes, palyakhkoti, like a fire, - the lad does not look at. І axis, if everything becomes black, we call it black, we reveal those that no one else has ever seen before: zіnitsya is alive. The whole black wolf, who flared up in a ball of the middle of her children, she marveled at the lad and grumbled. She doesn’t collapse, but she realizes that, under her glittering hutra, she is strained, like a thunderstorm. Lips її podnesenі over blind іklami. Paws three. Axis-axis to rush. Such little boy- Tse їy for one kovtok.

- Are you really not afraid?

Truth. The boy is standing, as if standing. I do not see my eyes. Time to go. I axis offal, offal m'yazi Black Polum'ya rozslablyuyuyutsya. Zreshtoy out grumbling teeth:

- Garazd, why are you already so shortened, wondering if you want to, just don’t respect me, if I teach children, understand?

I, not savagely more respect for the lad, with a long glance to look around at the fluffy wolves, who lie next to her. Vaughn in the middle of them nache in an ore halo.

“Raiduzhka,” the boy thinks, “raiduzhka is like a bunny…”

So, five five of exactly the same ore color, like a raybow. The Shostogo's coat is blakitna-blakitna, as if the water froze under the clear sky. Blakitny Vovk!

DANIEL PINNAK

OH VOVKA

Abstract

A single-eyed polar vovk of closures near the Parisian zoo. People brought you styles of evil that they swore no more to think about them. Ale lad in the name of Africa, what a marvelous gift of hearing and retelling history, gazing at the world with your eyes.

Rozdil 1. Zustrich

The lad stands in front of the wolf's aviary and does not break in. Vovk walk here and there. Vіn krokuє forward and not zupinyaєtsya.
“Like vin me fighting…”
Axis what do you think vovk. For two years now, the boy has been standing here, behind the gates, unruly, like a frozen tree, marveling, like a crocodile.
"What do youmu see me need?"
Axis of nutrition, as to put sobi vovk. Tsei boy youmu is a mystery. Chi is not a threat (for nothing to be afraid of), but a mystery.
"What do youmu see me need?"
Other children kick, wail, scream, cry, stink, show their tongue and hang on to their mothers. Then we go to grimace in front of the cell, they burned and grumbled on the left, which is like a tail. And this boy - no. Vіn so and stand movchki unruly. Less than yoga eyes collapse. Go after Vovk here and there, vdovzh ґrat.
"Vovka, what, not bachiv?"
Vovk - that bachit boy is less than once.
Tse to that, in the new, at the wolf, only one eye. Another vin having spent ten years in the battle with people, if he was drunk.
Otzhe, if you go ahead (as you can call it that), for the time being, succumb to the whole zoo, clitiny, children, who are scared, and in the middle of them - that lad, absolutely indestructible. And on the return path (as you can call it a path), for the most part, succumb to the insides of your enclosures. Her empty enclosure, the shepherd of the past season died. His gloomy enclosures with a single gray frame and a dead tree. Let's sweat for a while, and the axis of the new boy and there was a pair of yoga peaceful breathing in a frosty weather.
"We'll get tired first," - I think for a while, continuing to walk.
I add:
"I have more patience."
I more:
"I'm wow."

Ale of the attacking wound is the first to scoot for a long time, having just thrown over - the same lad who stands in front of the aviary in the very same place. Vovk is not a little pidskochiv.
“Having spent the night here, what?!”
Vіn suddenly coped with himself and straightened up again, as if nothing had happened.
The first axis is already a year old, as if for a long time. The axis is already a year old, like the eyes of the lads do not look at the new. Blakytna wool vovka zachіpaє sіtka. M'yazi yogo migrate under the winter farm. Blakitny vovk krokuє, why don’t you dare to scurry. Nemov turns back home to Alaska. "Polar vovk" - so it is written on the plaque, attached to the net. There is also a map of the pіvnochі of Canada, on which one plot is stuffed with red for accuracy. "Polar Fork, Free Earth"...
Yogo paws to step silently. Vіn go іz kіntsya to іnets aviaries. Don't give or take the soundless pendulum of majestic anniversaries. And the eyes of the lad are also collapsing, rightly so, why not fight for the tense party with the companions.
“Isn’t it true that I’m such a cicavi?”
Vovk frown. On the muzzle of yoga to pass the bridge. Win angry wine for those who ask themselves all the food for a boy. Vin had already sworn for a long time not to talk to people anymore.
I once for ten years without violating the oath: to people - the same thought, nothing to look forward to. Not to children, like fooling around in front of this cell, not to a servant, like throwing meat to you from afar, not to artists, like coming to paint yoga in a week, not to foolish mothers, like telling new little ones, adding: “Bachish, axis of wine, vovk, if you behave badly, I’ll take your wine!” Nothing to anyone.
"To inspire the best of people at a great price!"
This is how Mother Chorne Polumya used to say.
Until the last week, for the rest of the year, I interrupted my daily routine. The stench with the sheepskin sat on the faces to the vіdvіduvachіv. And there was no more hostility, so don’t stink anyone! Vovk and vovchitsa marveled at the expanse in front of them. The stinks marveled at all the people. With such a look that you thought to yourself like that, you don’t know. Even more unacceptable.
- Where did the stinks marvel?
- What stink there bachat?
And then the she-wolf died (she was sira z bilim, like a polar chicken). From that hour, for the time being, I didn’t chirp any more. Vіn krokuє z wound until the evening, and shmatiks of meat freeze until the ground is broken. According to that bek of the lattice is straight, like the letter "i" (for a dot over the "i" you can put a mark of a white bet), the boy does not open his eyes.
"Tim is better for the new one," - virishu vovk.
I spit out every thought about the lad.

However, the next day, the boy is here again. I more offensive. I gave you a day. So for the time being, I’m thinking again about the new one.
"But who is it?"
"What do youmu see me need?"
"Robiti youmu, what, nothing all day?"
"Homeless?"
"Don't go to school?"
"Don't you have friends?"
"Batkiv don't know?"
"Abo scho?"
Tsіla kupa pitan, yakі zavazhayut yoma krokuvati. Vіn vіdchuvaє, like important paws. Tse is still not the same, but close to that.
"I didn't understand!" - I think vovk.
Garazd, the zoo will be closed tomorrow. Tse day schomіsyachnogo veterinary bypass, landscaping kіtin. І every other day.
"I want to change my mind."
Nothing of the sort. In the morning, like and all the days before, the boy is here, like here. І navit more here, nizh be-if, zovsіm one aviary in an absolutely deserted zoo.
- Oh no! .. - stacks of vovk.
And the axis i so!
Axis at once vovk vіdchuvaє, like vіn vtomivsya. You might think that the look of a boy matters a whole ton.
“Well, garazd,” I think Vovk.
"Harazd!"
"I asked for it myself!"
I unstoppably cease to croak. Vin sit straight ahead, right in front of the boy. I also take on a new marvel. Vіn do not work tricks with him with a blind look, no. Tse spravzhnіy look, look emphasis!
So we pass whilina, a friend, a third ...
At the zoo of the same spectator. The vets haven't come yet. Levy does not show up as a ukrittya. Sleep at your feast bird. Mustache the holidays. Navit mavpi shut down their circus. The stench hangs on the pins, like a sleeper.
No one but this boy.
І vovk from black wool.
“Do you want to marvel at me? Garazd! I'm going to admire you! We marvel from ... "
Ale deshcho bentezhit vovka. Stupid snag. The new one has more than one eye, and the boy has two. I don’t know the axis of the vovk, in the yak the boy’s eye peered with a glance. Vіn zbentezheny. One eye is thrown to the right, left to the right. And the boy's eyes don't shine. Nі vіya not shudder. Vovka is greedy, not on his own. Come back - no matter what in the world. I'm starting to work again - and I can't move buti. As a result, the eye jumps all divine and divine. And suddenly, a tear breaks through the scar on the eye of the dead eye. Tse not in the form of grief, but in the absence of power and fierceness.
And then the lad to rob the wondrous river. Yaka calm the vovka, inspire you with confidence. The boy closes one eye.
And the axis of the stench marvels one on one, eye to eye, at a deserted and quiet zoo, and all the hour, like a є, to lie down їm.

Chapter 2

Zhovte eye, zovsky round, with a black eye in the middle. Inflexible. The boy began to marvel at the candle, which is burning at the top of the darkness; don’t sip anything more, just an eye: trees, a zoo, aviaries - everything has come. Only one was left: an eye in the lux. And the eye becomes bigger and bigger, everything is rounder and rounder, like a red moon in an empty sky, and the blue in the middle is all black and black, and everything is more visible of different colors of chickens on the yellow road - here is blakytna , there is a golden sleeping, somehow a bliskіtka.
Ale smut - tse zіnitsya. Black zіnitsya!
- You want to marvel at me - well, marvel!
Axis scho nibi seems to be zіnitsya. Vіn burn, like roses. You might think, what a half-wit. “So and є, - the boy thinks, - black half-witted!”
І vіn vіdpovіdaє:
- Good, Chorne Polum'ya, I marvel at you and I'm not afraid.
Zinitsya can grow up like a dream, grow up with all your eyes, palyakhkoti, like a fire, - the lad does not look at. І axis, if everything becomes black, zowsіm black, vin reveals those that no one has yet bacheled from the vovchom otsi: sp och ok live. The whole black wolf, who flared up in a ball of the middle of her children, she marveled at the lad and grumbled. She doesn’t collapse, but she realizes that, under her glittering hutra, she is strained, like a thunderstorm. Lips її podnesenі over blind іklami. Paws three. Axis axis rush. Such a little lad is worth one shovel.
- Are you really not afraid?
Truth. The boy is standing, as if standing. I do not see my eyes. Time to go. I axis offal, offal m'yazi Black Polum'ya rozslablyuyuyutsya. Zreshtoy out grumbling teeth:
- Garazd, why are you already so shortened, wondering if you want to, just don’t respect me, if I teach children, understand?
I, not savagely more respect for the lad, with a long glance to look around at the fluffy wolves, who lie next to her. Vaughn in the middle of them nache in an ore halo.
"Raiduzhka, - the boy thinks, - raiduzhka is like a zіnitsa ..."
So, five five of exactly the same ore color, like a raybow. Shostoy's coat is black, as if the water froze under the clear sky. Blakitny Vovk!
And somiy (tse little zhovta vovchitsa) syaє, like gold bliskavka. It is impossible to marvel at her without being angry. Brothers call її Bliskuchoy.
And dovkola - snig. To the very horizon, closed by pagorbs. Silent snows of Alaska, there, on Pivnoch.
The voice of the Black Half-Lum resounds again, and in the new one one can feel the sing of the urochistity in the midst of the white silence:
- Children, today I will tell you about Lyudina!

About Lyudina?
- I know?
- Oh, no!
- You spent the whole hour only telling me about Lyudina!
- Nabridlo!
- We are not small anymore!
- Tell me more about the caribou, about the polar hares, about the watering of the jock.
- So, Chorne Polum'ya, scho-nebud about polyuvannya!
- Well, wows, myslivtsі, hіba nі?
Ale shouts all over Sequin:
- And I want about Lyudina, just tell the story of that terrible, be kind, mom, about Lyudina, I love about Lyudina so much!
One Blakitny Vovk to speak. Vіn vzagalі not z balakuchikh. Serious. Navit, maybe, sumny. Brother vvazhayut yoga bore. Prote, if you seem to be guilty - but rarely, you can hear it. The new one has wisdom, like an old wolf, covered with scars.
Well, good. The picture, then, is this: five rudihs kicked the baton - and I’m the axis of you by the throat, and I’m slapping you on your back, and I’ll tug you by the paws, and I’ll piss myself off by the tail ... with a spit, sucile kuchamala. Bliskavka sings with piercing cries, stribayuchi on the spot, like a toad, that she willed. Snіg dovkol rozlitaetsya sіbnimi fountains.
І Chorne Polum'ya don't sound їх.
"Let's play ... soon they will have a chance to find out about their life!"
So she thinks to look at Blakytny Vovk, the only one of his children, who in no way is gray. "Vility father!"
My thoughts have pride, but there is no other bag, father, of the Great Vovk alive.
"Too serious," Chorne Polumya thinks.
"Worry too much..."
"Too late..."
- Listen!
Blakitniy Vovk sit, unruly, like a skeleton, hind legs are tense, the wind is torchma.
- Listen!
Metushnya immediately pripinyaetsya. Snіg navchenyatka again fall off. Almost nothing. Even though the shrimp guard their fluff, only the rapt wind blows to pass over them with a majestic crying tongue.
And then we’ll raptom the cold wind - vovche vittya, dovge, with overflows, like we’re talking about a lot of things.
- Tse Siry Rodich, - one of the Russians whispers.
- What should I say?
Chorne Polum'ya looks at each other from Blakytny Vovkom. Having offended the stench, it is good to know that even Sirius Rodich from the top of the hillock, de vin stand on the chat.
Lyudina!
Myslivtsy team.
Yaki joke about them.
Tі Well, scho th past time.
- Finished the battle, children, get out, let's go!

Otzhe, the axis was like childishness in you, Blakytny Vovk, - roll and roll in the eyes of myslivtsiv?
So, it's so out of whack.
Zupinalis in like a peaceful valley, otochenіy pagorbs, like vvvazhav Siry Rodich inseparable. We lived there for two days, and then we needed a new tick. People did not come forward. For two months now, the same team has been revisiting this. The stench has already figured out the father of the Great Vovk. Not without zusil. That bіyka bula! Ale finished.
Went in. Went low, next to next. First came the mother, Chorne Polum'ya, right behind her - Blakitniy Vovk. Potim Bliskucha and ryzhiki. I, nareshti, Sirius Rodich, commemorate the trail of the tail.
The slides were by no means flooded. Called zovsіm. All far and far on Pivnich. The distance is colder. Snig turned into ice. Skele cut paws. But people knew us again.
Every time. Nothing resonated with them.
People…
Lyudina…
They ruled on nothing in fox holes. (Foxes are willing to give up their nori to the wolves. For shortcomings. Foxes, do not like the stink of the stench, they are overly lazy.) Sirius Rodich is guarding, sitting on a rock that is high above the valley. Blakitniy Vovk kicked the entrance to the hole, and in the depths of Chorne Polum I killed the children, telling them fairy tales. Fairy tales, I realized, about Lyudina. And to that there was nothing, for there was no strength in them anymore, for they loved the stench, it was scary, and for that there was Chorne Polum'ya with them, like a zavzhdit, - Blaskuchist and rizhi heard.
Bulls lived...
Forget that same fairy tale: about the wolf cub, that yogo old grandmother.
Alone, one of the sheep is alive, such a klutz, that he has not drunk anything once in his life. The oldest caribou blew over it for him, the lemings ticked into him straight from the back of his nose, he showed only the tail to you… No one could drink anything in a moment. Navit vlasnyy whip! Axis is a kind of idiot.

Daniel Pennak

Oko Vovka

Rozdil 1. Zustrich

The lad stands in front of the wolf's aviary and does not break in. Vovk walk here and there. Vіn krokuє here and there and do not stumble.

“Like vin me fighting…”

Axis what do you think vovk. For two years now, the boy has been standing here, behind the gates, unruly, like a frozen tree, marveling, like a crocodile.

"What do youmu see me need?"

Axis of nutrition, as to put sobi vovk. Tsei boy youmu is a mystery. Chi is not a threat (for nothing to be afraid of), but a mystery.

"What do youmu see me need?"

"Vovka, what, not bachiv?"

Vovk - that bachit the boy is less than once.

"We'll get tired first," - I think for a while, continuing to walk.

I add:

"I have more patience."

"I'm wow."

Vіn suddenly coped with himself and straightened up again, as if nothing had happened.

“Isn’t it true that I’m such a cicavi?”

Vovk frown. On the muzzle of yoga to pass the bridge. Win angry wine for those who ask themselves all the food for a boy. Vin had already sworn for a long time not to talk to people anymore.

"To inspire the best of people at a great price!"

This is how Mother Chorne Polumya used to say.

- Where did the stinks marvel?

- What stink there bachat?

"Tim is better for the new one," - virishu vovk.

I spit out every thought about the lad.

However, the next day, the boy is here again. I more offensive. I gave you a day. So for the time being, I’m thinking again about the new one.

"But who is it?"

"What do youmu see me need?"

"Robiti youmu, what, nothing all day?"

"Homeless?"

"Don't go to school?"

"Don't you have friends?"

"Batkiv don't know?"

"Abo scho?"

Tsіla kupa pitan, yakі zavazhayut yoma krokuvati. Vіn vіdchuvaє, like important paws. Tse is still not the same, but close to that.

"I didn't understand!" - I think vovk.

Garazd, the zoo will be closed tomorrow. Tse day schomіsyachnogo veterinary bypass, landscaping kіtin. І every other day.

"I want to change my mind."

Nothing of the sort. In the morning, like and all the days before, the boy is here, like here. І navit more here, nizh be-if, zovsіm one aviary in an absolutely deserted zoo.

- Oh no! .. - stacks of vovk.

And the axis i so!

Axis at once vovk vіdchuvaє, like vіn vtomivsya. You might think that the look of a boy matters a whole ton.

“Well, garazd,” I think Vovk.

"I asked for it myself!"

So we pass whilina, a friend, a third ...

No one but this boy.

І vovk from black wool.

“Do you want to marvel at me? Garazd! I'm going to admire you! We marvel from ... "

And then the lad to rob the wondrous river. Yaka calm the vovka, inspire you with confidence. The boy closes one eye.

And the axis of the stench marvels one on one, eye to eye, at a deserted and quiet zoo, and all the hour, like a є, to lie down їm.

Chapter 2

Ale smut - tse zіnitsya. Black zіnitsya!

- You want to marvel at me - well, marvel!

Axis scho nibi seems to be zіnitsya. Vіn burn, like roses. You might think, what a half-wit. “So i є, - the boy thinks, - black polum'ya!»

І vіn vіdpovіdaє:

- Good, Chorne Polum'ya, I marvel at you and I'm not afraid.

- Are you really not afraid?

Truth. The boy is standing, as if standing. I do not see my eyes. Time to go. I axis offal, offal m'yazi Black Polum'ya rozslablyuyuyutsya. Zreshtoy out grumbling teeth:

- Garazd, why are you already so shortened, wondering if you want to, just don’t respect me, if I teach children, understand?

I, not savagely more respect for the lad, with a long glance to look around at the fluffy wolves, who lie next to her. Vaughn in the middle of them nache in an ore halo.

“Raiduzhka,” the boy thinks, “raiduzhka is like a bunny…”

So, five five of exactly the same ore color, like a raybow. The Shostogo's coat is blakitna-blakitna, as if the water froze under the clear sky. Blakitny Vovk!

And somiy (tse little zhovta vovchitsa) syaє, like gold bliskavka. It is impossible to marvel at her without being angry. Brothers call її Bliskuchoy.

And dovkola - snig. To the very horizon, closed by pagorbs. Silent snows of Alaska, there, on Pivnoch.

- Children, today I will tell you about Lyudina!

- About Lyudina?

- Oh, no!

- You spent the whole hour only telling me about Lyudina!

- Nabridlo!

- We are not small anymore!

- Tell me more about the caribou, about the polar hares, about the watering of the jock...

- So, Chorne Polum'ya, scho-nebud about polyuvannya!

- Well, wows, myslivtsі, hіba nі?

Ale shouts all over Sequin:

- And I want about Lyudina, just tell the story of that terrible, be kind, mom, about Lyudina, I love about Lyudina so much!

One Blakitny Vovk to speak. Vіn vzagalі not z balakuchikh. Serious. Navit, maybe, sumny. Brother vvazhayut yoga bore. Prote, if you seem to be guilty - but rarely, you can hear it. The new one has wisdom, like an old wolf, covered with scars.

Well, good. The picture, then, is this: five rudihs kicked the baton - and from me to you by the throat, and I slapped you on your back, and I’ll tug you by the paws, and well, I’m pissing myself off by the tail ... swearing, sucrose kupa-small. Bliskavka sings with piercing cries, stribayuchi on the spot, like a toad, that she willed. Snіg dovkol rozlitaetsya sіbnimi fountains.

І Chorne Polum'ya don't sound їх.

"Let's play ... soon they will have a chance to find out about their life!"

So she thinks to look at Blakytny Vovk, the only one of his children, who in no way is gray. "Vility father!"

My thoughts have pride, but there is no trouble, old man, Great Vovk, alive.

"Too serious," Chorne Polumya thinks.

"Worry too much..."

"Too late..."

- Listen!

Blakitniy Vovk sit, unruly, like a skeleton, hind legs are tense, the wind is torchma.

- Listen!

Metushnya immediately pripinyaetsya. Snіg navchenyatka again fall off. Almost nothing. Even though the shrimp guard their fluff, only the rapt wind blows to pass over them with a majestic crying tongue.

And then we’ll raptom the cold wind - vovche vitya, dovge, with overflows, like we’re talking about a lot of things.

- Tse Sirius Rodich, - one of the rudik whispers.

- What should I say?

Chorne Polum'ya looks at each other from Blakytny Vovkom. Having offended the stench, it is good to know that even Sirius Rodich from the top of the hillock, de vin stand on the chat.

Myslivtsy team.

Yaki joke about them.

Tі Well, scho th past time.

- Finished the battle, children, get out, let's go!

Otzhe, the axis was like a childishness in you, Blakytny Vovk, - roll and roll in the mind of myslivtsiv?

So, it's so out of whack.

Zupinalis in like a peaceful valley, otochenіy pagorbs, like vvvazhav Siry Rodich inseparable. We lived there for two days, and then we needed a new tick. People did not come forward. For two months now, the same team has been revisiting this. The stench has already figured out the father of the Great Vovk. Not without zusil. That bіyka bula! Ale finished.

Went in. Went low, next to next. First came the mother, Chorne Polum'ya, right behind her - Blakitniy Vovk. Potim Bliskucha and ryzhiki. I, nareshti, Sirius Rodich, commemorate the trail of the tail.

The slides were by no means flooded. Called zovsіm. All far and far on Pivnich. The distance is colder. Snig turned into ice. Skele cut paws. But people knew us again.

Every time. Nothing resonated with them.

Lyudina…

They ruled on nothing in fox holes. (Foxes are willing to give up their nori to the wolves. For shortcomings. Foxes, they don’t like the stink of the stink, they are lazy.) Sirius Rodich guarding, sitting on a rock that is high above the valley. Blakitniy Vovk kicked the entrance to the hole, and in the depths of Chorne Polum I killed the children, telling them fairy tales. Fairy tales, I realized, about Lyudina. To that there was nothing, for there was no strength in them anymore, for they loved the stench, it was scary, and for that there was Chorne Polum'ya with them, like a zavzhdit, - Blaskuchist and Riga heard.

Bulls lived...

Zavzhda one and the same fairy tale: about the old clumsy old woman.

Once upon a time, there was a life, such a fool, that nothing once in life was drunk. The oldest caribou blew over it for him, the lemings ticked into him straight from the back of his nose, he showed only the tail to you… No one could drink anything in a moment. Navit vlasnyy whip! Axis is a kind of idiot.

Well, good. Prote want to be a good judge of the new maw buti, right? Good luck, vin mav granny. Too old. So old that she couldn't catch anything. Tilki marveled at the great summim eyes, how young people love. On її skins did not run through the three-tonnage of game. Mustaches were already mischievous. If they went to the watering, they left us at the lіgvі. Vaughn tidied up, properly, slowly, then took care of her toilet. That's why Babus had a miraculous trick. Srіblyasty. Everything that has lost its її kolishnoї beauty. Having finished the toilet - and it took her two years, no less - Grandma kicked the entrance to the lіgvo. Burying her muzzle in her paws, she checked on Nedotepa. Tse i was about obov'yazyk Nedotepi: Godovat Babusya. Seeing the first dead caribou okist - hop! Babusi.

- Doesn't it matter, Clown?

- Nothing!

- Garazd, marvel, don't go too far!

- Do not get lost at your paws!

- Beware of Ludini!

Navite navit without hearing these parting words. It's been a sound for a long time.

For once...

– So far, just once? - fed the shrimp, and their widely flattened eyes burned in the darkness.

- So far? So far what? - Shouted Sequin, waving MOV.

“Until one time, Lyudina came to bed earlier than Nedotepi,” Chorne Polumya whispered in a terrible whisper.

- І?.. І what else? What? What?

- First of all, Lyudina drove Grandma, taking її cunningly, to make your own fur coat, taking її scalp, to make your own hat, and having made your own mask from її muzzle.

Children, zvichayno, quarreled, ale Chorne Polum'ya was unfriendly. Little by little, everything calmed down in the hole, and there was only a faint drowsiness.

- Black Polum'ya, is your story true?

Chorne Polumya thought for a moment, then she gave that very wondrous statement:

- At every time, so truthful, lower navpak.

Time after time they changed the fate of one, the children grew up, became young wolves, right minds, but Lyudina was not beaten. They didn’t fight close. Chuti - chuli. For example, at the day, if the Great Vovk fought with people. The stench of the Chuli garrison of the Great Vovk, then the zoyk of the people, like a quilt built into the quilt, viguki viguki, punish, sweat grim, sweat - more than anything. The Great Vovk did not turn around.

І vtecha trivala.

More stench sachili far away. The stench left the Yakus valley, people were standing there. The 1st valley began dimiti. Just like a cauldron.

“Snig is wandering,” Chorne Polumya grumbled.

The stench guarded the people from the top of the greatest hillock. Ti walked with two paws along the bottom of the boiler. Ale scho stinks are similar nearby, huh?

- Siry Rodich, your bachelors are close, huh?

- Well, bachiv.

Not a fan of balakati Siry Rodich.

- And what do they smell like?

- People? Two paws and a towel.

And nothing more went into the fight.

As for the Black Half-Lum, then she spoke such speeches, in the stink of a stench now, if it grew, they no longer believed.

“People eat everything: the grass that caribou eat, the caribou themselves, and if they don’t have anything to put on their teeth, then they can eat it!”

Abo, for example:

“People have two shkiri: the first one is naked, without any wool, and the friend is ours.

- People? Cholovik, wine collector.

(From this phrase, no one was able to understand in a moment.) And then, once, if there was a quibble, they all chuckled kindly, - if they took her to sleep:

- Why is it that the same team has been marrying us for the whole hour?

Sirius Rodich licking his beaten paws.

- They smelled about the little she-wolf from the golden farm ...

Win did not finish - Chorne Polum'ya scorched Yogo glance.

Pizno. The Rigans, all alone, marveled at Bliska. And Bliskatka marveled at everyone, alerting her vuha.

- Yak? Do you stink after me?

The sun vibrated tsyu mit, sob broke through krіz gloom. Yogo promin fell on Bliska, and everyone froze. Vaughn was truly blind! Golden shepherd, one word, with a black nose. Nіs buv is so black on the aphids of gold, that it mowed down the troch.

"Beautiful, - thought Black Polumya, - my daughter is beautiful ..." - Immediately adding to himself: "Already the wind is at the head! .."

Then it subsided, and from the depths of the soul її virvalos:

- Oh, the Great Vovka, and now you have made me a mother of a vovchit, such a beautiful woman in the world did not exist? What are we, without which there is little trouble?

Yak? Do you stink after me?

In a wondrous tone, she said, Blisku. Blakitniy Vovk was alert. So stink after me? Oh, coquette ... I did not inspire anxiety ...

Blakitny Vovk could not understand his sister well enough. Vaughn, well, bula beauty. The most beautiful for all. І myslivets not overturning! At the big kudi shvidshe rizhikiv, yak, at the same time, tezh boulevards were not greedy for others. Eye - far more pillish, lower at the Black Half-Lum! Vuho - more sensitive, lower at the Siroy Kin!

“I have a thinner scent, lower for me!” - tse Blakitniy Vovk zmusheny buv viznati.

Vona murmured in raptom, nіs behind the wind, and said:

“He’s in there… lemings!”

- De tse - there?

- Axis there!

Vaughn pointed out exactly the place, three hundred meters. Go there. I showed the vivid lemings, fat ones, like chickens. Under the earth. The Rizhiks could not make a move.

- How did you guess?

Vona said:

Abo vltku, if they spit on a jock ... Rizhiks podplivali until vidobutku without any sound. Only the tip of the nose was washed out of the water. No splash, no bridges. Prote nine'yat jocks out of ten saw them on the nose. The brilliance was lost on the birch, spreading out, like a gut, near the yellow grass. Vaughn checked. The pitchings were heavily angry, groaning with their wings on the water. If one of them (forever nayzhirnisha) opined over her - hop! Stribok є!

- How do you know?

And at the hour of the migration of the caribou - if the majestic herds roam, skilki stare, - the stench rose to the greatest hillock and Blisku said:

- Shostiy right-handed in tієї skele - ailments.

(Vovki only get sick on caribou. Principally.)

- Ill? How can you know?

I added:

- Listen: wine is rotten.

Vaughn was catching polar hares. And yet the dear wolf did not go into it.

But in order of these feats, she could burst for real. I want such a butt: she was chasing an old caribou, we saw it, like a rapt її respect was turned on by chickens to fly. Vaughn lifted her eyes, got lost on her wet paws, fell with her muzzle to the ground, and, if they looked around at her, it appeared that she was rolling on the ground, bursting into laughter, dumb and dumb.

- You're already laughing richly, - Blakitny Vovk grumbled, - not serious.

- And you are so serious, it's not funny.

Blue Vovk of this kind was not known as comedy.

- Why are you laughing, Blisk?

Vona stopped laughing, marveled at you right in the eyes and said:

- Because I'm bored.

I explained:

- In this damned land, there is nothing to trap, forever alone!

I repeated:

- I'm bored.

And, obviously, out of need, Blestka wanted to indulge in something new. He wanted to pamper people. Close. It happened once at night. People, like before, revisited their family. The same team of myslivtsiv. The stench camped at the grassy hollow for three years to go to the league. Bliskavka chula the smell of their fires. Navit chula, like shooting at the fire with dry chicks.

"I'm going there," - won out.

"I'll manage to turn around before the sweater."

“I look, I’m sorry, what the stench is like.”

"I started, as if they stink after me ..."

I wondered what the cause was.

I got out.

If Blakytniy Vovk has thrown himself through those nights (foreshadowing), it didn’t seem like it was already. Vin immediately realized. Їy far away to fool the pilnist of the Orphan Relative (tse she won tezh vmila!) And flow to the people.

"I'm mushu її go over!"

Perekhopiti її not far away.

If you reach the encampment of myslivtsiv, vіn bobachiv, that all people are on their feet and dance at the light, bugging like a net, raised to a stovp on a comrade’s motuz, like a mіtsno її styaguє. Spijmana in merezha Splendor chattered her teeth for nothing. Її cunningly vibrated in the darkness with short golden slacks. God-willed dogs strove under the net. The stinks gnashed their teeth. People were screaming and dancing. The stench was dressed in sheep's skins.

"Black Polum'ya spoke the truth," Blakitny Vovk thought. And then: “I’ll have a bite to eat a skein, weaving a hole in the middle of the dogs and cracking. The bliss is a bit swishy for them, vtechemo!”

Required Bulo to re-cut the bagattya. Not hot for a wolf. Ale tse treba bulo zrobiti, and yaknaishvidshe. When you are afraid. "Nespodіvanka - my only chance!"

Vіn already buv at the baked povіtry, over the fire, over the people (at the light of the fires, they had more red ones), over the fence!

Winning a lot, having had a bite of a hank and shouting:

- Bіzhi, Blisku!

People and dogs still marveled at the mountain.

Bliskavka vagalas:

- Forgive me. Blakytniy Vovk, please…

And here a call began. Blakitniy Vovk, having seen two dogs right in the bagattya.

- Bіzhi, Blisku, bіzhi!

- Ni! I don't want to be without you!

Ale, there were too many dogs.

- Go, I'll put my mind on you!

Todі Blakitniy Vovk bobbed, like Bliskucha flew into an unacceptable haircut. Let's sweat and feel grim. Nearby it was filled with fountains.

Vaughn appeared at night.

Blakytniy Vovk was the last to win. One of the people, majestic, like a witch, hovered in front of him, waving a burning field. Let's take a hit. Blakitny Vovk's head thrashed. I dark. Temryava, teeming with sparks, falling into a yak of wine, falling, throwing, and there was no last fall.

Axis. If vovk came to you, smashed only one eye. Yogo was not killed. It was smart to have suffered in the battle and was not fit for sales. So we gave a zoo. Tobto, zoos. For ten years it was five times six. Cement underlay and tolovy dakh. The ground is trampled down and there is no dahu. Small clitins with tovstimi gratas. Enclosures, surrounded by netting. M'yaso, yak to throw from afar. Weekly artists. People's children, such as clapping for a vovkom. Pory fate, scho change one one.

We call one. Navkolo - like unknown creatures, also in cells.

"Lyudina is a wine collector".

Now I'm rozumiv, which is small on the horizon Chorne Polum'ya.

We call one. So far, once they have not launched a shepherd into a yoga enclosure.

On the back of Blakitny Vovk is not the friend of my health. Vin already sounds selfish. Be-yakoy suspіlstvo vіn vіddavav vіdavav vіd spogadam. Vovchitsa showered Yogo with food:

- What's your name?

Vaughn was sira, and her muzzle was maizha.

- Are you stars?

Paws in it were also bіli.

- Have you been taunted for a long time?

"Looks like a polar chicken."

- Well, it’s good, - said the she-wolf, - go away, if you like it better, ale May on the verge: if you put food for me, I’ll let you go!

"Shch-nebud on zrazok tsgogo could say the Sequin," - thinking Blakitniy Vovk.

I wine sleeping:

- What about your stars?

- Z pivnochi.

- Pivnich is great ...

- Three Barren Lands in Alaska.

Blakitny Vovk has gone crazy. "Bare lands"? The very people called the earth so, de її wicked. Vіn is very chuv, like a knocking yogo heart.

- Barren lands? And tell me, you don't know there ...

– I know everyone there!

- Do you know the little shepherd from the golden hutra?

- Shine something? Daughter of the Black Polum'ya that Great Vovk? I know, but how! Ale, first of all, she’s not small, she’s majestic. Bigger than the biggest wolf. I sweat, she’s cunningly not gold ...

- It's not golden, what do you see?

- I don’t guess anything, I’m telling the truth. She had a lot of gold smartly, that's right. And now no. Vaughn died.

- Gassla?

- Same way. As if in the night she went with one of her brothers, no one knew where she was, but the lie turned alone. I її smartly went out. No longer vibrating on the sun. Just straw'yano-zhovty. It seems that she won't carry a complaint for her brother.

- So I say?

– There is a lot to say about her. And everything is true, I know well. It seems that in the midst of the wars there was no better thought for her, and it’s true! It seems that neither її, nor її close to people can be understood by any means, but it’s true!

- Do you know the stars? - having slept Blakytny Vovk, visibly, like a majestic mikhur of pride blows at the chest of a new one.

I The chicken rose. On the right was a vletka. Three vovchі s_m'ї z_bralis navko the rate, de pitching so і swarmed. That number has sequins and chickens. We looked at our health. We took communion. Already raptom - "flop, flop, flop" - they sang over them, and the stench recognized the sound. Gvintokril! (So, the stench is now pecking at us from helicopters!) I - bang! bang! - They shot first. Big panic! Vovki rozbіgalis on all sides, on the other hand they were blown away by the wind in the form of gwent. Fortunately, myslivtsі shot badly. Tse buli lovers, s quiet, sho polyut on rozvagi. The 1st axis of the helicopter is lowering, everything is closer and closer. The grass under him lay down to the ground. Ale in the grass, just like that, Bliskatka took her breath, absolutely unremarkable, exactly the same color! I raptom - haircut! I pilot by the leg - grab it! Helicopter zlitaє, rob the gum feasts and - plop! - Right in the rates!

Kuripka rushed all the way to Blestka: “How did you get away, Blestka, tell me, how?”

- Do you know what she did?

- Do you know the stars?

- Oh, yes, come on. Well, the axis, the helicopter, then, at the headquarters, people struggle in the middle of the pitching (rocking in the story!), And the forks rose up on the birch trees and laughed, and laughed ... you don’t show that, like we laughed! Only Bliskucha did not smile.

- Didn't you laugh?

- No, you won't laugh at all.

Axis. After tsієї rozmovi Blakitniy Vovk ceased to tsuratis Kurіpki. Vaughn was cheerful. The stench ran wild. Rocky passed. Last week Kuripka died. Axis mi dіyshli to our hour. Until the very day when Blakytny Vovk sits at his empty enclosure. Sit and marvel at the boy.

Marvel at both, eye to eye. In silence, for a yak, you can go gurkit mista. How long does it take to marvel at the stench of the axis so one on one, boy and vovk? The lad is richly developed already, as if sitting in the sun at the sheep's eye. The sun of Alaska is not colder (there is a brighter light, and you don’t understand, you sit out and get up ...), but, here the sun, the sun of the zoo, as if you know the evening, if you go in the air. Todі in the okru vovka nastaє nothing. The farbi is on the back of the head, then we erase the pictures. When you get there, the fork of the fork falls on the eye and the eye goes out. Vovk, like before, sit opposite the boy, sit straight ahead. Alevin is already asleep.

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Todі lad іdе іz zoo, navshpinki, yak zі bedrooms.

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Ale choranka, if Chorne Polumya, Syrian Rodich, scallops, Bliskatka and Kuripka are thrown into the shackle, the boy is already here like here - stand in front of the aviary, unruly, respectful. Vovk youmu radium.

- Soon you will know everything about me.

Now, for the time being, pick up all kinds of lies, find your own mind: all the animals, zoos, all the animals that traipsed you, brantsy on kshtalt new, so sumn, all human appearances, don’t marvel at yak veins, be merry, don’t think change a friend. a friend of fate, the remaining leaf that shines from the yogo tree, the remaining glance of Kuripka, the day, if the wines are broken, the meat does not stick anymore.

So far, do not reach the moment when the remaining path of Blakitny Vovk is drained.

- So, the rest of my mind is tse.

- How can you play me on the back!

The lad sips at his own round eye, which stands unmoved, like a frozen tree.

- I kept thinking, what do you need? Vovka is by no means a bachelor?

The breath of the boy is clouding in the middle of the eyes of the wolf.

- I told myself: I’ll be the first to get tired, I have more patience, even if I’m all the time!

Ale, the lad at the vovchom’s point, calling for everything, does not choose to go anywhere.

- You know, how I bіsivsya!

True, the zіnitsa vovka sounds and sleeps, like a half-light on the image of a boy.

- And then let's squash one eye. I'm a blast, word of honor ...

Now everything is calm. Quietly the snow falls on the wolf and on the lad. Remain the plastics of winter, which are passing.

- Hello, are you? Tee? Who are you? BUT? Who are you? І nasampered, what is your name?

Chapter 3

The boy is not to be nourished, like Yogo sound. Other children, back to back…

- Hey, ty scho, new guy?

- Are you stars?

- Do you have a father?

- Tobі skіlki rokіv?

- Are you in what class?

- Have "Belvedere" grati vmiesh?

Zvichayny child nutrition.

And to the best of the best of the same, what kind of thoughts at once putting vovk:

- What's your name?

And no one is in any way aware of the facts:

My name is Africa.

– Africa? Tse is not human im'ya, tse naming the continent!

I laughed.

- I still call me that: Africa.

- Okrim jartiv?

- Are you laughing?

- Foolish us thinking?

The lad ozbroyuvavsya with a specially trained look and calmly nourished:

- Do I look like a brazier?

The wine is not similar to the fryer.

- Well vibach, aje mi so ...

We didn't want...

- We just...

The lad lifted his hand and laughed at the sign that the call was accepted.

- Well, axis, my name is Africa, my name is mine. And my nickname is N "Bia. Africa N" Bia is my name.

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Ale, the boy miraculously knows that he alone does not seem to be without history. It’s all the same for the zoo: only a beast, one of the rich, because you don’t know the history of your life.

- Good, Blakitny Vovka, I will tell you my story.

The axis of the boy's eye changes with its blackness. The light is going out. But nibi is a tunnel that leads somewhere to the ground. So, the tunnel, into a kind of Blakitniy Vovk, is buried, like a fox hole. The more wine you get, the less you sip. Soon you will not be deprived of a glimpse of light. Blakitniy Vovk cannot open his paws. How many hours of wine so zanuryuetsya in the eye of the boy? It's important to say. Skіlki khvilin, yakі zdayutsya rocks. Docks from tsієї temryavi do not hear a voice:

Terrible nothing. Monthless nothing of Africa. The sun never shone on the earth. And at the same time hellish noise! Shouts of grief, dullness saves, from the sides of the mouth glimmers and the next grim, like those nights, if Blakitny Vovk is full! And the unfortunate crackle of the half-light. Chervoni vіdbliski and black shades on the walls. Vіyna chi schos in tsomu kin. Navkolo pozzhezha, budinki ruynuyutsya.

- Toa! Toa!

- Toa Merchant, listen, be weasel!

- I knew the hour for balakanini!

- Not for balakanini, Toa, go about the child. Take this child and bring it home! May be bigger than mother.

Vaughn stretches out to you a packoon.

- Why am I like this little kid? Only water on the new stained glass window!

From the next century, the tongues of the half-moon vibrate with rapt. Toa vіdchuvaє, like youmu scorch the vus.

- Oh, Africa! Damn Africa!

- I beg you, Toa, lie to the child! In viroste and rozpovidatim іstorії, and people will hear and dream in reality!

- Meni mariti nikoli, meni wistaches hassles with this brainless camel, what a dream from the wound until evening!

The camel, which is calmly straight in the heat, the oasis is mute in front of him, zipping like burrows.

- Toa, - the woman shouts, - I will give you pennies!

- No, no! Well, you go, what?

- A lot of pennies, Toa, a lot of money!

“Damned camel, if you call Yogo brainless, get up early in the morning.” Skіlki?

- Everything in me is.

- All to the penny!

The day is busy with the other land. Blakitny Vovk do not believe your eye.

No trees, no rocks, no blades of grass. Less snow. Less blue sky. Great snowy hillocks, skilki vystachaev eyes. A wondrous snow, yellow, wine crunching and creaking under your feet and covering with layers, like the snow of Alaska. And just in the middle of the sky - a white sun: it blinds its eyes, in the presence of a new Toa Merchant is covered in sweat.

- The curse is empty! Cursed pist! When are you going to skin?

Toa krokuє, bending navpіl. Vіn tyagne for bringing a camel, barking teeth:

- Oh me Africa! Damn Africa!

Yogo camel does not hear. Win a dream on the go. Tse is not just a camel, tse is a dromedary. The new one has one hump. Why didn't the Toa nav'їv on the whole hump! Pots, bowls, kavovі mlini, vzuttya, gas lamps, straw stools, a walking bench, yak to rattle and pull at the beat of the hump. And buy the beast, on the very makіvtsі tsієї, tremyayuchis straight ahead, wrapping up the Bedouin's burnous from the black outside, sit lad. I wonder in the distance.

Blakitniy Vovk was rightly afraid. During those terrible nights, a sprinkling of fates passed. І a lot of times for q і roki Toa Merchant trying to leave the boy. To rob wine is just as good. On some early morning, having thrown himself in a particularly nasty mood (trade is rotten, the well is dry, nothing seemed too cold - the reason is always there ...), I get up slowly, silently whispering my name from the brown wind and whispering in the ear to the drowsy dromedary:

- Anu, get up, camel, let's go.

The boy pretends to be sleeping. Vin knows what will be given.

- Well, are you going?

The Toa Merchant scrambled to haul a dromedary to marvel at it, chewing on a dry thorn.

- Will you get hurt?

Ni. The dromedary lies down, kicking its legs, and for a month.

- The axis of which desire?

Ale varto dromedary raise your lip and show your wide teeth, flat and yellow, - and the club drops.

- I won't go without a boy.

The axis seems to be the movement of a dromedary, and its unruliness, and a calm look.

Todi Toa go wake up the boy:

- Well, you, get up! I spent a few hours through you. Climb up the hill and sit still.

On the right, the dromedary is not fit to carry anyone else. The lad on the hump, and the Toa Merchant at the bottom, on his own two on the fried sand.

- Hello, flea, did you sleep?

- Yak Africa! And you, Kastrulik, good night?

(“Kastrulik” is a whole breeze, like giving a boy to a dromedary.)

- So, whole; bachiv cicavy dream.

- Well, did they destroy it?

- Destroyed.

The kastrulik straightens its legs and shines in the orange sky. Get off the sun. Toa Trader barks, spit and curse Africa. The dromedary and the boy laugh. The stench has long since learned to laugh about myself. From the side, look - and that and the other, unforgiving and serious, like a dune.

This is how life began. In all Africa, Toa the Merchant could not know a boy, a smart navy and rose dromedary swidshe, lower vin. Why spread the goods in front of the bedouins, how better than the understanding of the camels, and the brand, how to tell such beautiful stories in the evening of the white fire, if the Sahara becomes cold, like a krizhan desolate, and people will be especially self-sufficient.

– Good rozpovidaє, ha?

- Is it true, good rozpovida?

- So, the axis is already robbing, so robbing!

- Hey, Toa, how do you call Yogo, which boy?

- I did not in any way foresee youma im'ya: I practice!

Nomads did not like the Toa Merchant.

- Toa, tsey lad, win a garni for you.

The stinkers sat the boy closer to the fire, treated him to hot tea, dates, sour milk (the stinkers were indignant, he’s even thinner), and then they said:

- Tell me.

That same boy told his stories, like people in his head there, on the mountain, on the hump of Kastryulik. And yet retelling them the dream of a dromedary, which dreamed all night without interruption, and sometimes on the go, straight under the scorching sun. All these stories were about Zhovta Africa, the Sahara, about Africa, piska, sun, self-reliance, scorpions and calmness. And if the caravan again collapsed on the road under the baked sky, those who heard the story of the boy, dragged their camels from the heights of Africa. The sand at her is gentle, the sun was like a fountain, and the stench was self-sufficient: the voice of a lad was accompanying them at the desert.

O dnooky polar vovk closures at the klitz of the Parisian zoo. People brought you styles of evil that they swore no more to think about them. Ale lad in the name of Africa, what a marvelous gift of hearing and retelling history, gazing at the world with your eyes.

Rozdil 1. Zustrich

1

The lad stands in front of the wolf's aviary and does not break in. Vovk walk here and there. Vіn krokuє here and there and do not stumble.

“Like vin me fighting…”

Axis what do you think vovk. For two years now, the boy has been standing here, behind the gates, unruly, like a frozen tree, marveling, like a crocodile.

"What do youmu see me need?"

Axis of nutrition, as to put sobi vovk. Tsei boy youmu is a mystery. Chi is not a threat (for nothing to be afraid of), but a mystery.

2

“Having spent the night here, what?!”

Vіn suddenly coped with himself and straightened up again, as if nothing had happened.

3

However, the next day, the boy is here again. I more offensive. I gave you a day. So for the time being, I’m thinking again about the new one.

"But who is it?"

"What do youmu see me need?"

"Robiti youmu, what, nothing all day?"

"Homeless?"

Chapter 2

1

eye of the wolf

The first eye is getting bigger and bigger, everything is rounder and rounder, like a red moon in an empty sky, and the blue in the middle is all black and black, and everything is more visible of the different-colored chickens on the yellow-carried road - here it is black ) by the sky), there is a golden sleeping, somehow a bliskіtka.

Ale smut - tse zіnitsya. Black zіnitsya!

- You want to marvel at me - well, marvel!

Axis scho nibi seems to be zіnitsya. Vіn burn, like roses. You might think, what a half-wit. “So i є, - the boy thinks, -

black polum'ya

І vіn vіdpovіdaє:

2

- About Lyudina?

- Oh, no!

- You spent the whole hour only telling me about Lyudina!

- Nabridlo!

3

Otzhe, the axis was like a childishness in you, Blakytny Vovk, - roll and roll in the mind of myslivtsiv?

So, it's so out of whack.

Went in. Went low, next to next. First came the mother, Chorne Polum'ya, right behind her - Blakitniy Vovk. Potim Bliskucha and ryzhiki. I, nareshti, Sirius Rodich, commemorate the trail of the tail.

The slides were by no means flooded. Called zovsіm. All far and far on Pivnich. The distance is colder. Snig turned into ice. Skele cut paws. But people knew us again.

4

І vtecha trivala.

More stench sachili far away. The stench left the Yakus valley, people were standing there. The 1st valley began dimiti. Just like a cauldron.

“Snig is wandering,” Chorne Polumya grumbled.

The stench guarded the people from the top of the greatest hillock. Ti walked with two paws along the bottom of the boiler. Ale scho stinks are similar nearby, huh?

5

Yak? Do you stink after me?

In a wondrous tone, she said, Blisku. Blakitniy Vovk was alert. So stink after me? Oh, coquette ... I did not inspire anxiety ...

“I have a thinner scent, lower for me!” - tse Blakitniy Vovk zmusheny buv viznati.