СОКРОВИЩА МИТРИДАТА НА АНГЛИЙСКОМ ЯЗЫКЕ (Проза)

TREASURES Mithradates 6 YEVPATORIYA

It was in 1951, but echoes of the Second World War are still felt in every cell of my wounded child's soul,

This story began long ago. And this is the beginning, it seems implausible to me today, because it is associated with the very legend of the creation of the world. I was a boy after birth 13 years .. Like all boys of my age was a mobile, evasive, and very inquisitive. A poor boy from nepremichatelnogo kind. My poor mother prohibitively worked in a factory worker and her money barely enough to feed me. Luckily got pretty miserable allowance for the deceased father on the front. I remember very clearly all the events prizoshedshie with me in those days. I liked to go to the sea, which excited me, beckoning to him and especially pleased with the morning tide. Sea darilo me a sense of dreams neizvedanoy secrets of the future, which I still had to endure. One morning I sat by the sea. It foamed, agitated. Splashes of its diamonds broke on coastal rocks. On the horizon the sun rose and scattered its rays, illuminating every pebble on the beach. Now and then there flashed near the coast, whitish, sailing fish. They then appeared, then suddenly disappeared. Harmony of the rising sun with the waves was inexplicably delicious. On the beach at that hour was not a soul. But suddenly something happened. On the beach there was a small girl with a sort of plump mama. In the hands of the girls had a ball. Her face was radiant smile, expressing happiness and joy to the sun, especially morning surf. Its like I was worried about the sea. She was so sweet and her beauty create a feeling of harmony with the surrounding world and inspired great hopes. And suddenly, our eyes met. With a sly smile, tempting it threw me a ball. And from that moment began a unique novel. First child, then the youthful, and I think then my whole life. Our senses have come to the eternal and unique, who described Shakespeare and unfortunately ended tragically. We were peers when she awoke in me a mysterious and inexplicable VOICE GENOME which is essential for the birth of this feeling. No words could not describe its unusual beauty. She was very elegant low growth. Dark-brown eyes radiated an unexplained mysterious light. They were filled with feelings of unusual ocean ne.zhnosti and inquired of love, the joy of life has dried up. Eyes enticed as diamonds and treasures that can attract and beckon to his observer. In that wonderful moment when I looked into her eyes I was something inside stab and inexplicable warmth spread through his body. I rasstayal as a snowflake, illumined by a ray of sun. And suddenly, everything in me singing, all lit up and then as a child, could not understand this rush of feeling to me, which was relentless and the authoritative voice of the genome that engulfed me like a monstrous ocean wave height, destroying everything in its path, and from which there is no salvation. Could devote hundreds of pages of the manu of my beautiful stranger, describing her charms, but even this would be enough. Then she came closer to me and asked: if you want to swim? And then we went with her into the arms of the morning a little angry surf. I asked her name. She smiled slyly, call me what you like, but better Mermaid. In her hands she was holding the ball, threw it at me. I delight in tumbling water, dived under the water and the waves ran against us, trying to protect from the views of people and especially her mother, who watched our every movement. Soon we came out of the water and sat down together and talk about something the children's chatter. Sun has given us to know that morning at the end and time is counted after midday. The mother called her and took to the beach. But I caught up with them and asked: "Have you ever come back to the sea?" And her mother said to me: "When we arrive at a yes." And smiled. I trudged home and happiness in the world lit up my face and smile and shining in my eyes.
Then I returned home to his friends - loafers, such as careless and told them about the sea, that I met a real mermaid, but without a tail. All laughed to tears and said that these mermaids did not happen, but I insisted that happens, and she even tried to cast a spell on me, but I came out unscathed, and since then I have nicknamed rusalkinym hero. Then I was a little beat of lies. But I was ready to tolerate vse.A especially I got from the boy next door Nyumki, which was my childhood friend and distant future has played a significant role in my life. Nyumka not for years was tall, he had a big nose and curly black hair. He was always trying to catch butterflies and all insects. And he particularly liked the frog. He cut them with a knife, put his experiments and observed both reduced their paws, when he was their Jalil electrocution. And once even jumped paw so that he almost knocked Nyumke eyes. We often rode with Nyumkoy sea fish, gobies. We Nyumki worked and to me they are not mounted with the bait. Nyumka told me that it was nothing. But I know how to catch bezhvostuyu Mermaid. He loved the biology of childhood and many years later, when he grew up after school went to the North, graduated from the Biology Institute, and became a geneticist in the future. He read a lot, easily Morgan, knew them from memory, and always said that genetics is our будующее. Nyumka assume an air of a scientist and we called him the Professor. I am personally interested in the technique, I always was making airplanes, boats, all sorts of mechanical toys.
Once I Nyumkoy went to sea, where befell me luck .. HURRAY!! For the whole day, I caught only one probably stupid bull, moreover, very small. We returned home late in the evening
My mother is very worried and I got to Nyumkoy well. The next day (this was the school holidays), I again went to sea, hoping to again meet a mermaid, but she did not appear. In vain I rode to the sea on the other days and sought a meeting with her, but alas, she never appeared before the end of the summer. I remember just before the start of school the last time I went to the beach and stood there, admiring the sea. It is highly agitated as if something had been anticipating. Suddenly, who then called me and a girl's voice said "hey." I turned around and God saw his beautiful mermaid. I froze on the spot, transfixed electric and all shokirovany could not utter a word! She talked to me first and her voice filled the muses of me. How good that you met again. And I thought, that did not meet you never. And she added that she was going with his parents to leave, then there was in camp, but today was the last time in late summer, came with her mother at sea and pointed to the nearby sitting mother, who, recognizing me, smiles. I regained a normal state and I told her that since our separation, I often went to sea in the hope of meeting her, but that's only today I was lucky. We both knew that the last meeting of the sea, in this season and I asked her whether, after staying on the beach to take her to the house. She only smiled in response. We talked about our daily affairs, about the upcoming school, about our friends who surround us. Well, what else can speak the children of our Age, when they only 13 years each. Soon, she said that she should go home, got ready and we left, accompanied by my mother. Then he rode on the tram, and finally came to her house. It was a beautiful house, 5 storeys
Located in one of the large and noisy streets of the city, not far from the center. Mermaid said that he lives with his parents on 5 floors. So I knew her address, and we silently said goodbye, both hoping to see you soon. And from that moment began the magical and the most distinguished novel that could only be a Cinderella and her prince, a novel first and purest feelings of children. After that it took many days, months, began studying at school, but was not a day that I do not remember his Ruslku. Zinim I remember one day I was sitting at her desk and that it was trying to tell her school friend. He was blond, tall boy, to the same top. He told me that it was responsible and we are like two magpies did not notice as we crept our teacher. In his hand was a big pointer, but the lesson was Geography. We gave him the nickname "Dragon" for his ferocious appearance. It kept the discipline of our school because he was zav.uchebnoy chasti.Zvali his Yakov Abramovich, all his children are now boyalis.Tak Dragon suddenly struck me lightly on the head with his pointer. From the surprise and fright, and laughed.
Then our Geographer put me into a corner, next to the front door of our class. And suddenly I had a pity for himself and his class. That the dead silence, which stood in a class where hiding from the fear of even the flies that are always flying in the class and sang their songs of mushin. I do not know why I suddenly mewed plaintively voice of our neighbor's yard cats. And then it all started. Yakov Abramovich came up to me in his hand he had a pointer and the first time his face lit up with a smile. He hit me a little of its pointer. The class stopped, and I for some reason I started to laugh and laugh uncontrollably. And there was laughter in the class of my friends. Which then grew into applause and laughter even in the most irresistible horse neighing. All stamped their feet, banged his fists on their desks, and the most interesting thing that happened in class the very strict and fierce, we thought the teacher - "Dragon". Here is our "Dragon" became furious. Out of his mouth overflowed sea of flame. He looked like a "Dragon" fighting with the heroes of Russian fairy tales. He widened his eyes, his mouth erupted with no articulated sounds, along with the flame. The first victim was myself. "Dragon" grabbed me by the collar and tossed with class. After I flew my portfolio. And I was in the corridor on the "other side of the barricades." But the class does not fall silent. Roar of the class has grown to the extent that the roar of which poured down the old plaster, crying for repair of worn-out, could hardly hold the ceiling. Teachers neighboring classes ran for the door to find out what's going on, thinking that the earthquake started, and then the door swung open my class, and began to take off one by one all the best students - best students in our class. They ran screaming gomoresticheskogo laughter, come down to the general hysteria. After them flew portfolios, ink, chalk, pens, and even caps. When the corridor was, I remember, 10-12 students, and our class did not let up, emerged from the door of the class itself "Dragon". He stamped his feet, gnashed his teeth from his mouth instead of flame steaming. He shouted to us all away from school without their parents not to come! But then I saw the dragon, the instigator of this story. He rushed towards me. And then not long thinking, I gave ran away and fled without looking back, feeling behind him ognedysheschee terrible Chudilische - Dragon. He never parted with his pointer and shouted to me in the next without a mother not to come!! A left hand he held on to the weak human heart. It was only many years later, we realized that it was a wonderful, benevolent, sympathetic and kind person!
But I do not want to interrupt the continuation of this long history and tell you about his childhood. I was born before the Second World War, and I remember myself 2 years after birth. I remember my mother, who sang me a lullaby. We lived then, or rather crowded, together with his father and sister Zhenya in one small room 7 square meters square. Zhenya was older than me for 10 years. When I received the first child's mind, I learned that I had a large number of close relatives - aunts, uncles and numerous army of cousins from the mother and father. They all lived in our house. So that visitors to my mother was enough. All my aunts, my mother's sisters were very fond of me, especially my grandmother Indus _ Mother of my mother, and I always had them very happy. I in my childhood was a blond, nimble child, my mom worked in a brush factory, runs, home work by making a brush for clothes. Once, when I was 3 years old after birth, I was with my cousin brother, whose name was Lenya, in honor of his grandfather Leiser, my mother's father, who died long before the war, played on a tiny kitchenette, erecting a swing from skameyki.Lenya was older than me for a few years . He took me for these swings, raising menya.I we both laughed loudly suddenly gone, my mother, zaplakanaya and said loudly, "my son has started a war." My mother raised me in his arms, pressed her to him and began to cry loudly. Some time later began bombing the city. Residents of our house were hiding in the shelter - the basement, which was under our house. I was obnoxious boy. When the enemy planes appeared in the sky and hurled bombs, I ran around the yard and huzzah! Then I was slapped and pulled his ears in the basement, which was packed mass of people, trembling with fear, and from each exploding shell. Once, during another bombing somewhere near heavily thunder, there was a very loud explosion and one of the residents ran out into the street and came back and told everyone that the next house, in front of our own, hit by a bomb. Building collapsed. People ran to the house, there were firefighters, ambulance. People were trying to rescue from the rubble. This was a picture of indescribable horror. Everyone blamed the Germans and their Fuhrer. Bombing became frequent, and my mother put me away for the city, one of the stations of the Great Fountain. At the beginning of the war, my father went to the front. Before the war he worked as a jeweler and made a very beautiful jewelry. There are many books and stories written about the defense of our city-hero and how in October 1941 it was decided to leave Odessa. My unbearable self-indulgence and helped me and my mom to stay. alive. My mother told my grandmother that we should evacuate, and will drop if the Germans, then everyone, especially Jews, is waiting for big trouble. But my grandmother and my mother's sister tried to dissuade my mother - "Mania where you go. The Germans are not bad people, you forgot them. They have We were in 1918, they can not, if the city will cause us harm. " But once I was so raged and screamed that my grandmother told my mother - away with them. All of us have enough! And then my mom went to the port for tickets, which was a huge queue. My mother was standing near the entrance to the ticket offices, and here on nevedanym circumstances, conduct, business case turn back pressed, roared and my mother miraculously found inside the premises at the ticket offices. And suddenly announced that tickets are no more than a few standing at the ticket offices. In vain my mother prayed to give a ticket for her older sister's clothes. But no pleas did not help and my mother no longer remembers, as was the output, all rastrepanaya, clutching in his hand the only redeeming the ticket, given to us by fate. It was a ticket to the last steamer, which sailed away tomorrow with our troops. The next day my mother said goodbye to everyone, while still not knowing what ever, packed his bags and took the food. Since she was an only 3 kg. Sugar and 1 loaf of bread. My grandmother found a cab, who had red hair, old and hungry mare, was in shambles, and the driver, with propitym face, winked at me shouted hardened voice - Well! and hit her with a whip. Unfortunate dragging his feet barely moved in the path to the port. The ship sailed away by night, because the day the enemy heavily bombed the city, especially the port, preventing the possibility of sailing ships. We arrived in the evening. The port was unimaginable roar and noise of people. However, we left our troops and this was the last ship fleeing Odessa. And when we arrived a few days in Mariupol on the radio heard that Odessa surrendered to the Germans.
Then we were put in boxcars and taken to the East. On the way of our trying to bomb the enemy aircraft, but the train was still walking and walking, to save people. We never stopped, and my mother fed me with a tea spoon of sugar, which I still have, as a very valuable relic. I remember riding in our car, a woman who before the war worked together with her mother, a child of my age, whose name was Devik. He shouted, stamped his feet, crying, asking for his mother, too, sugar. His mother stuffed his mouth with his hand and said - Quietly, we could hear the Germans. In our car we rode with a few Jewish families with young children. I remember them strict and unfriendly person. They ate chicken, and looked in my direction, silently watching as my mom fed me sugar a teaspoon. I looked enviously at the children, and dreamed - Maybe they will give at least one little peep me lick a chicken bone. But they eagerly her obgladali and wrapped in bits of rags, on a rainy day. They spoke Yiddish to me was the language not ponyatnom.Eto Shelom Aleichem, the famous Jewish writer, whose books she loved to read my mother. One day, our train stopped at any one station, choby fill up with fuel and water. Parking composition was short, and the passengers got off the train to get some water. My mother managed to gain a little, but when she returned to the car, then I could not find. Because I was a tomboy, very curious and I wanted to see other cars that were more beautiful than ours. It was a few passenger cars, hitched to the old the freight, in which we rode. They carried wounded soldiers and officers in the heartland. My mother ran back and forth among the cars on someone else's station and screamed an inhuman voice.
Parking composition was short, and the passengers got off the train to get some water. My mother managed to gain a little, but when she returned to the car, then I could not find. Because I was a tomboy, very curious and I wanted to see other cars that were more beautiful than ours. It was a few passenger cars, hitched to the old the freight, in which we rode. They carried wounded soldiers and officers in the heartland. My mother ran back and forth among the cars on someone else's station and screamed an inhuman voice. Soon after she was stopped by a policeman and asked - "Why are you shouting like nedorezanaya duck?" His mother told him - "Where is my son, where he had disappeared." Soon I found and I was in the grip of the hands of my mother, and the water it pumped so hard it left the station. Hum, good-bye train, and again we went on a long journey. My mother hugged me, wailing, shedding tears of joy. Little son that I would have done without you! And then I realized that my mother can not leave under any circumstances. One day we heard a terrible roar. That we have revealed the German planes. They pounced on us, as can only hungry, wild and crazy beast to pounce on what he saw tasty profits. On the roof of the car were our anti-aircraft guns, which beat off the attack. One plane was shot down, and our train suddenly stopped grit wheels and stopped on the spot. Mom grabbed me, jumped from the wagon train and hid somewhere close, very close to the composition. And then we suddenly heard a terrible whistle. and in that moment saw that our car hit by a bomb and it went up in flames before our eyes, winking at the fire his brothers - the next car, which also burned. Everywhere was a wonderful rumble, heard heart-rending cries and groans, curses to the beast, the Germans and their criminal Fuhrer. Then these planes - flew the animals, and we collected the military and said that we were in the shelter, because soon be another composition. My mother hugged me very much and cried, but never parted with sugar. And as always at lunch I got from her his portion - 1 teaspoon sugar. And she herself had not eaten anything to save me and just whispered softly - Save the Lord my son. And next to us sat a mother Devika and also wept and prayed. From the passengers of our car survived only my mother and Devik with her. All the other passengers of our car died - were burned alive. Now I'm sitting, curled up into a ball, and thought that no longer can never look at their neighbors in the car and watch as they wrap up warm and the desirable chicken bone in a rag, and that's very, very sorry that their food is burned together them. And what makes the sky God, to which my mother inquired, and how he could let that happen. But when I grew up in the future, I realized that all his fault is not God, not a creator, and human nature itself, and that the creator of all this is nothing but a man who allows and creates all this horror, I watched their children's eyes. Nearby were the military and saw my mother, breastfeeding my sugar. One of them bent down and took my hand, patted on the shoulder and said: Never mind soon we will show that Fritz. Then he pulled out of the bag a loaf of bread, break one half and gave my mom. And it saved my mother from starvation. She broke off tiny pieces and sucked them like candy, and gave me more pieces. I for the rest of my life I understood the real taste, the taste of bread the soldier who saved our lives with his mother. Soon came another composition. All the survivors have placed on the cars and we continued our way to distant regions, far from the explosions, and the echo of this damned war. The train was heading to Kazakhstan, where we were at one of the stations deployed for a short time and then taken to the regional center - the village Novoshumnoe. There we were, all the evacuees were assigned to the cottages. My mother and I got to the hostess, whose name was Dibrova. It was a very kind and sympathetic woman, whose husband was much older than her twenty years. It was a former Cossack from Donetsk steppe. They lived three children. The oldest was fifteen years old, his name was Grisha, and the other two were much younger. Male Dibrova was not friendly and evil man. All the time he was finding fault with my mom, and wanted to throw us out of the house, but Dibrova him harshly slapped down and said: "If you leave you, but they will remain." It was late November 1941 on the street was a severe frost. Dooley LEDYAEV winds and everything was powder with deep snow. Not possible to go out into the street. My mother gave boots with galoshes. Daily ration was 200 grams. of bread per person. There were days when there was nothing and potato skins were a delicacy. But then came 1942 and the new year to all the evacuees the farm where my mom worked, gave out small pigs to be raised and there was to eat. Our pig was clean and rosy, because my mother was bathing him every day. I often played and slept with him because I did not have other pastimes and toys. But soon our little pig somehow died, as I strongly weep and mourn. After feeding him was not anything. And my mother had to make and eat. And I was during the long months of hunger happy, very tasty eaten and were filled. But then came trouble. After all perpzhivany endured hardship, hunger, poor heating of the room, where we lived with my mother, terribly cold winter, I caught a cold, got pneumonia, and for those complications. I had some great heat, the temperature reached 40 *. They called the village doctor. He examined me, ordered mustard plasters or banks that it was impossible at that time to buy. Then my mom went to one of the evacuees and said that she had died a few days ago my son Age from roughly the same disease as I do. And she remained mustard plasters, which she no longer needed. Then my mother suggested that this woman jewelry and belts, which she brought and maintained. I was delirious and was unconscious, her mother wept and prayed to God that he did not pick up me. The next day the doctor came, looked at me and exclaimed: "What a miracle. Is he still alive? !!!."
A few days later, when I felt a little better and the temperature a little sleep, my mother went to work for a few hours and when the house was empty, the children mistress Dibrova dragged me into the courtyard, into the freezing cold and covered with snow. To my happiness suddenly appeared hostess, she was terribly shouted and swore their children. I were put back into the house and pounded with snow. And then a miracle happened, I finally regained consciousness, fever began to subside quickly. And when vozratilas my mom, found me in full health, with a smile, I stretched out her thin from hunger grips. And from that moment my health went rapidly on the mend, and when the doctor came then again surprised, and said to my mother that survive under such circumstances is a miracle, an unprecedented case, and that is God's sign. But after I have experienced the disease disappeared
memory of my childhood, and only many years later, I began to recall these past events clearly and distinctly, to the smallest detail. But the return of memory made it possible to describe only now come to life events of those long past and gone into oblivion years. And it helped me create this book.
And some time after my recovery, we all celebrated our first victory at Moscow. A year of our stay in the evacuation. It was summer 1942 I was 4 years old. I do not want to go to kindergarten - yaselki, where kids went to my age. And one day my mother took me with him to the city where she was given a loaf of bread for a few days. But on the way home my mother and I ate the whole hleb.I here for the first time in a long time I felt the happiness of satiety, and since then, wherever I was not then, when he grew up and became an adult, always felt the taste of the bread that my mother and I then eaten. There, in the city center on the mail mother received a notice from my sister Zhenya, who was wanted by us. The letter was from Chelyabinsk. And my mom decided to go to her. At this point I temporarily suspend my story about the distant, barely lived through the past, about his childhood, which I have taken away from the Nazis, and begin a new chapter of memories of my older age.
My thoughts were absorbed in my Mermaid.
It was an indescribable feeling that people can experience and is described by Shakespeare in his poem "Romeo and Juliet." I still did not know what came to me clean and surprisingly tender love for this girl. To me everything inside was in flames. Not a minute passed that I did not think about it. I adored her. Nothing like I had never experienced. As for me has been torn a geography lesson, and "Dragon" has sent me for my mother, I went to school happy, because I had a lot of free time to come to her house and wait for my return to the Mermaid shkoly.Ya was badly dressed, and Snow fell on the street. My feet pierced intense cold. I danced, warming cold feet. In the hands were gloves and I had to warm up their breath. I do not remember how much time passed in waiting, but suddenly I was called. I turned around and stunned. Before me she stood, beaming, and also expressing the unhidden joy, smiling, frank, open smile of a child. We stood and talked about how osem. But what could tell the children when they are only 13 years. I asked her if I could sometimes come and wait for her return from school. She smiled and gently kissed my cheek, and if a deer ran home, laughing. A long time I was bewitched by her charm, not knowing what happened and only felt the heat on the cheek from her innocent child a kiss. Then I returned home to his 7 meter room to your favorite books and began examining the manu of a map that found recently in one of the attics of our house. I liked staying in attics .. There were windows from which I could observe the roofs of neighboring houses. That's one of these attacks, I found an old trunk covered in a large castle. I imagined that he found a chest full of gold, hidden from robbers tales "Thousand and One Nights", which was very fond of chitat.On was very heavy. Move it or budge did not provide any vozmozhnosti.Togda I went downstairs, found a crowbar and a hammer, and after several efforts, tore loops and opened the trunk. And here I was disappointed. It was empty and only on the bottom of it lay a folded paper and a large brown envelope. That's when it all started. I raced home, spurred on, as it seemed to me the most evil force. Houses me disappointed. When I opened the envelope, there was an empty pepgamentnaya paper and no inions was not. I opened the parcel. He too was empty, without any inions. Then I went to my friend Nyumke and spoke about his discovery. He silently listened to me and said: "It can not be that there were no inions. Nyumka went with me to my home, took the letter and a parchment roll, carefully examined them and said: "Perhaps the inions made by the sympathetic churnilami? Try to warm up these things." I have a home at this time warmed oven, made of tiles. It was very hot. Tile burned hands. Nyumka propped the paper to the furnace. I stared at his actions, and then asked: "How do you know all this?" He replied: "Read you need more." And suddenly we saw that the paper began to glow and it began to appear which that letter. Letters gradually became clearly visible and we both ztaili breath
Put the paper on the table, we read a letter written on the "Treasures of Mithradates 6 YEVPATORIYA.
We were surprised because they did not yet know who was this mysterious Mithridates. Then we have done the same thing with a roll of parchment. And we have an open plan of kotakomb, where we found a large number of lines and unknown characters. Then Nyumka told me. We must know who and who was that Mithridates 6 Evpator and advised to go to the library and learn there.
The next day I rushed to the library, turned to the employee - a nice young girl with the question: "Who's Mithridates 6 Evpator?" Pretty girl told me that unlearned, but you can look in the encyclopedia. She left and soon returned with a weighty and large volume. There I found the word Mithridates and began to read:. I enclose you the text of the Encyclopedia of Life "Mithridates 6 Eupator." I read. By. Then at home I carefully studied the map of the catacombs and referred to her characters. I realized that the entrance to the catacombs is in the basement of our house, where now no one lived. One day I sat down in that basement with Nyumkoy. What's there just was not there. Such amount of rubbish I have not seen since his birth. Everywhere lay broken bottles, koservnye banks, old tattered blankets and sheets. In the depths of the cellar was an iron, rather rusty bed. Pushing aside her we saw a barred door. She has also served as the entrance to the catacombs. We lit lanterns and saw a place behind bars corridor and steps leading down. We oschastlivany our discovery and went home to adjust the map of the catacombs. At that time my mom was at work. We plotted on the map with colored pencils line towards the location of a treasure map marked with the word "baggage." Enclose the readers to familiarize with the catacombs of Odessa on the materials taken from the library. By.
Having studied the instructions and materials on the catacombs, which represented the whole city of labyrinths, tunnels the length of three and a half thousand kilometers from the pits, wells, all kinds of traps, with which it is impossible to escape alive. we realized that at our age we do not search for the treasure under force. I decided to leave our journey to better times. I safely hid the documents and we Nyumkoy continued our normal lives. We were just 13 years of age that may have the most children. After listening to advice Nyumki I enrolled in a local library. Very often visited her, and literally devoured books, receiving extraordinary knowledge from reading. I read everything that came to hand from David Koperfilda Dickens and Les Miserables by Victor Hugo. I had an excellent memory and good power. I especially liked the novels of HG Wells (the fiction) and a novel Sebastini Captain Blood, the novel by Eugene Sue Wandering Jew, and hundreds of other famous works. I read a book with extraordinary youthful fervor. I was tempted by James Fenimore Cooper's novels of Balzac. In my developing worldview fiction inclined to philosophical reflection. And I often missed school work and sat up late in the library. One day I chanced on a novel by Walter Scott's "Ivanhoe" tacky time, pre-war publications and enthusiastically read it and reread. Once I decided to give a reading this novel its Mermaid, and in the book put his picture. I wanted to immortalize himself in her eyes. After some time she vozratila my novel. But without a photo. And I was very pleased about this and hear it rave reviews on prchitannom. I felt that she began to change gradually turning into a sensible girl. My Mermaid requested to bring more books that I read. And then together we discussed the reading. I'm on the big secret I told her about the letter and found a treasure map. She was interested and she asked me when we go to Nyumkoy looking for to take her with him. I gave my word, but in relation to the prevailing circumstances in the future, and the impending danger to her and my life, I cannot keep this my word. I had a lot of time, the secondary school and the yard of friends. One of them was Alex, nicknamed "Ram". He was my neighbor. We did so nicknamed for his stubbornness. He had a problem with his vision and he wore big round glasses. One morning I met him on his way to school. I shared with Baranchikov that would get sick, but not hdit this damned school. He took off his glasses and said: "See these goggles? So they nepravdashnie, because I can see well without them." And I realized that he, too, "Pretend" and a liar. And then he added: "But it is a great sekrretom!" And made me promise that I will keep his mouth shut. I pondered and decided to also join to the eye doctor that did the next day. The clinic I listened carefully and looked at the eye doctor. I dripped atropine and was told to come the next day. I walked down the street. In my eyes the image of the surrounding have become blurred, eyes surprisingly greatly expanded. But in school I went. My classmates, after learning what happened to me, they saw a large pupils, surrounded me with attention. The teacher sat me down in the first row. At recess the students took me and led me through the school corridor and all the way, pointing to the objects around asking: "Do you see this...??" I answered: "None." Then the boys began to "cackle" and shouting: "Hurray ! "
And I liked it at the center of attention of the entire class.
Then I was led into the courtyard. There grew weighty old chestnut tree. I was taken to him and asked: "Do you see it??" I replied: "None." I was taken to the basement. There was a staircase with many steps leading down. And also was the question: "Do you see??. And again the answer: "No!". We went back to class, and there prevailed a general merriment. And I laughed to myself and thought - what are they dupes. Can not distinguish sighted from the blind. A teacher approached me and told the children that laughter in this little. Finally, lessons have been completed and I was at the request of the teacher, the children carried home. And the next day I was back at the doctor, who prescribed me glasses. Then my mom bought them at a drugstore. In school, I bragged to all his new acquisition. And the change I was again taken in the school yard and asked him, or I see a tree. I replied that a little, but now I see. And I am proud that so beautifully they all held. And to me the board did not cause the universal envy. After class I ran to the library to read, and put the glasses in his pocket. But once accidentally dropped points in the school and remains one glass. I was afraid to be caught liar and continued to wear them. But one day a teacher noticed that my glasses with one glass and told them to withdraw. I took off my glasses, laughed and said to her - Thank you for your advice .. Now I began to see the very best. And the teacher laughed and with her entire class. And those glasses were stored in my many years, until his old age, as the memory of my childhood pranks. My mother, hearing this story, gave me the nickname "Points".
. We had a military class, the boys all loved "The Tricks" innocent prank, only to disrupt the lesson. I was born the idea and I shared it with friends from my class. And what if in the morning before classes to unscrew a light bulb in the class, insert the cartridge in a wet piece of paper soaked in salt solution. And then screw the bulb back. Not long thinking we have done this experiment and saw that the light continued to glow, and then after a while once again faded. For us boys it was a revelation, because we did not yet know and have not studied electrical engineering, and could also know about the properties of solutions. And then we have conceived a plan as to disrupt a lesson. It was a lesson in the English language, which we then did not like. Our Englishwoman was a young woman with beautiful flowing hair. Always she was going to class, welcomed us "Good morning". And then say "Sit down". And we sat down, opened their books and read English words and sentences. It was morning of the winter day. The street was still dark. Mel was a snowstorm and all the powder with snow. All of us were ready for our children's antics. Prior to joining her in the class we put them on the seat of the chair a few pins, in the hope that they will cooperate with us when the Englishwoman sitting in a chair. In addition, we have prepared several masks and coated them with phosphorus. Each student had his own particular job, and even brought a black cat, which was attached a rope and waited with us cherished moments that will soon come. The teacher came into class, greeted us as usual in English and sat on a chair. But suddenly jumped up, uttering heart-rending cry of sudden pain. She tried to remove a pin from his backside, and we looked at who is tossed about in the class of a teacher. Who on the light bulb and told her "Well." Come on, "And then the lights went out, and the class started so that it is difficult to imagine. All neoderzhimo began to whistle, scream, pound the desks. The class roared like a wanton herd of buffalo ran out of the will after a long confinement in the stalls. In the darkness there, our glowing mask, reminiscent of the cast, who came from the terrible stories. In an Englishwoman flew all that came to us by the arm. And our black cat, which we threw into it, his eyes flashing in the darkness, grabbed her hair and screamed neestetstvennym loud cat-like voice. Suddenly she \\ Englishwoman \\ let out a terrible inhuman cry Enough! Enough!
She suddenly saw the door of salvation from our class, and rushed to her as nedorezannaya chicken. Englishwoman ran out the door, escaping from our cries, the terrible roar, and most importantly from the scary masks, which she seemed to be dead, or ghosts. Soon, the students ran from the neighboring classes, everyone thought that the earthquake began. And Englishwoman sitting on the floor of the corridor, pointing to the door of our class and incoherently repeating: "There, there! And" Enough!! Enough!! "The only words remembered from her classes. Ran head. Training of the" Dragon "Yakov Abramovich with a pointer in his hand, which he never rasstovalsya. He shouted, foaming at the mouth and drove us out of class. We ran away, who where, and on the way saw our Englishwoman, which sobbing, the striker was in hysterics, led by the hand, two stalwart bearers. She shouted "Enough!!! Enough!!! "In English and Russian - Save! Save me! Headmaster walked in front, followed by our teachers. And he closed the procession of" Dragon ". A few days later we learned that the unfortunate Englishwoman from fear and all experienced was placed in psychiatric clinic. She had a loss of speech, and she shone her only English words - Enough!!! Enough!!! Then all the parents summoned to the meeting and spoke about our exploits and unprecedented behavior. But the ringleaders was not found.
One day I was home, doing homework. I remembered my Mermaid and thought about the treasure in the catacombs.
And I discussed the circumstances was an attic trunk, who is the man, leaving him whether he was alive, and what does this discovery to Mithradates 6 Evpator who lived before our era, and why states that it is in katokombah this hidden treasure, where known that he was buried in the Tuzla Spit in the Kerch and still not found. Then I began to reason that if he (the treasure) does exist, then moved here full or part with the Kerch and was found there in the second half of the 19 th century or the beginning of this century. And to transport him to just pirates or kontrbandisty, and generally some bandits. Then I argued further that the finding of this kind of conduct, if you want to know is the fate of the rich. And why I found these papers. Then I remembered that once my mother also became unexpectedly one redeeming the ticket in life - on the last boat floating away from the siege of Odessa. Then I thought that the treasure is located somewhere close around our house or on the streets close to us .. Because what was hiding documents in the attic of our house. And if the treasures there, I was destined to find them. But why is the entrance to the catacombs was in the same basement of our entrance, where once we ukryvalis.I I decided to get a map to peruse it. I have studied over the entrance to the basement, where there was a secret door in the catacombs, and saw on the map stage. The length of the ladder was about 20 meters, I opredilil to scale ruler, which was able to use. Then at the end of the outlines of the stairs I saw a small corridor, followed by the area with 3 branches. And not far from the square on the right was marked with the word "Treasure" with the contours of a small room or a cave. But the treasure, somewhere near, I said aloud, and ran to Nyumke share your guess. He listened to me and said that I was ever going to the famous detective. And with a smile he added: "You're just Sherlock Holmes!" I asked Nyumku: "And who is Sherlock Holmes?". Nyumka said: "Wait for me, and after several minutes he returned and brought me the book Notes by A. Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes. The book has been badly battered and barely stayed inside the sheets. Nyumka told me:" Take it, and in the morning tomorrow to go back and we decide how to begin the search for treasure. I ran home and started reading from the very beginning "Hound of the Baskervilles." At night I shu sweating over the book and in the morning, just finished reading, he ran to Nyumke. He asked me: "What I read so quickly?" And he did not believe this. My mother went to work, and we began to make a plan trip to the catacombs. We had to take a lot of things, and necessary items. First of all, we must take care of the necessary lighting. Decided to take this light of tow and kerosene. We had to make a rope, a shovel and pickax. Then he had to take a chisel and a hammer, for the notes of our journey, every 10 meters, so as not to get lost. In addition, we had to take the white paint to mark the arrows on the walls of our way. We decided to take Nyumkinu dog, which accompanied us, and later helped us very much. But first of all, I proposed to visit again a place of discovery in the attic, for re-examination of an old trunk. But when we climbed to the attic, to the place of its location, we found that our chest disappeared. Chest was carried away by it. We looked all over the attic, with due attention, but no trace was found. And we decided that the chest is taken by some of our neighbors, but each of us was concerned about the loss.

And we decided that the chest is taken by some of our neighbors, but each of us was concerned about the loss. When we left the loft, then found out trail shoe. This was an unusually large size, probably 45-47. And we decided that the man who took a chest, was tall. He was smoking, because next we have found a cigarette butt from a cigarette. Etobyl butt wrapped in newspaper - samoskrutke - goat's leg. Who could smoke a cigarette? And we decided that it was a poor man, having no money to buy cigarettes. Butt was wrapped in newspaper, and we found a few words, realizing that it was a local newspaper, because it read the word "Black Sea". We took the discovery and descended from the attic down. The next day we asked the children if they know who the adults smokes mahorku.I here we were lucky. They said that Peter Ivanovich. We went to him, inventing what some excuse. He opened the door. and saw us asked: "What do you want rascals?" And then we drew attention to the size of his shoes. He was wearing a huge black boots that were given to our sailors in the Navy. Roughly, they are consistent with the tracks we found in the attic. We asked for a drink of water. Uncle Peter reluctantly went into the kitchen and brought us a glass of water. And in those few minutes of his absence, we discerned in the corner of the hallway, our hapless chest. We drank the water, thanked, and wanted to leave, but it was not there. Uncle Peter pushed us into the room and began to interrogate us, trying to find out why we came because we could get drunk and in the yard. with general crane. And then he said: "I know you rascals. You like that then I have to find out. And he added:" Not if my chest you interested in? "And pointed at him, standing in a corner in the front room. And then, I thought that our neighbor knows everything." But where? Nyumkoy And we looked at each other incredulously. And Uncle Peter added: "You think that I do not see how you looked askance glance at the chest. "Then I said that such a race ever seen, and it reminds me of a similar deion of the trunk of" Treasure Island "Robert Louis Stevenson. And then Uncle Peter laughed and said: Well then I like Bilibomsa. "I sang:" Fifteen men on the Dead Man's Chest. Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! "And then another verse, sung by the pirates:" All the seventy-five did not return home! They drowned in the depths of the sea. "So it was all over, and we realized that Uncle Peter had nothing to do with my documents found in the trunk. Uncle Peter led us to the door. When we came out at the bottom of the yard Nyumka asked me where I know about "Treasure Island" and Bilibomsa. I replied that I read a book by R. Stevenson, and added: "I advise you to read, too." And I thought, "said Nyumka that Uncle Peter knows about the card, and these treasures. Then I said, that he did not know about anything, just that he accidentally or lyuboppytstva climbed to the attic, found a chest and carried him to his home for use. And then we have to Nyumkoy seems that we both Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson. But as revealed in Subsequently, we are deeply mistaken. And while we were busy looking for equipment for the trip to the catacombs, I will continue early a story about my early childhood was interrupted early because of surging on my memories of the future.
I have not yet turned 5 years old, was 1943, the year of historical turn of the victorious war, the environment and the destruction of the Germans at Stalingrad. I learned about this when we were still in the village Novoshumnoe, place of our first stay in the evacuation. I remember barely barely lit by a kerosene lamp room. On the wall hung a map in a room crammed full of people and a man in uniform to explain to us about the environment and the destruction of the Germans at Stalingrad, Field Marshal of the capture of their hostages, the huge trophies and called the Battle of Stalingrad turning the war history. People cheered, but the war was still going on and went, and yet it will soon come to an end. When it's summer, my mother and I went to Chelyabinsk, to my sister from his father. His wife died in the past with my mom and my father was a second marriage, from which I emerged into the light. I remember on the way to Chelyabinsk, my mother was seriously ill. From deprivation and constant hunger, her swelling belly, and she went to hospital, not far from Ufa, in the district center. They stopped the train wagons, carrying soldiers, tanks, planes, artillery and military equipment to the front. It was summer 1943. Our army is preparing for the decisive battle at Kursk. Dinner was nothing, people get miserable rations of food, and I was left to himself, because my mother was in hospital in critical condition. The hospital was not far from the railway station. I ran there, along with other boys in the hope of finding either a handout, even a crust of bread. Those who have experienced real hunger can understand me with pain. What did the boys does not get up, just to get some food. Beg loudly lamenting: "Good people, submit for Christ's sake, please submit at least a crust, do not let me die." But the people that they are rarely given, because they themselves did not have that. But one day, stopped at the train station. He was crammed with soldiers. On the composition of transported tanks, planes, artelleriyu and everything necessary for victory. The street was the summer in full swing, there was the heat, our children bitten by annoying flies that were hungry as we are. I am a little 5 year old boy of short stature with black hair and big dark eyes, dressed in ragged shorts and a shirt, if it can be called such, because my little body veil torn, old bagging, introduce to sad rags. At the foot I was wearing old, worn straw sandals, twisted ropes . I stood on one foot and hopping up and down singing shrill, delicate and lingering childlike voice song: "Zhid.Zhid. Jew. On the rope runs. "And then the soldiers sitting in the car drew attention to me, calling me, raised his arms, patting on the back and asked:" Where's your mother? "And I answered them that she dies of hunger in the hospital, and I'm one odeneshenek stayed on in the world. One of them asked me: "Who taught you this song?" I replied that I had heard it in the garden, I was so drazdnili, which is why I did not want to go to kindergarten. Then he turned to my friend with a grin: "Well, Haim, what do you say?" What he said through clenched teeth: "Anti-Semites damned!"
Then the soldiers gave me eatables who bread, sugar, someone who is a piece of bacon, and even gave a pork tushonku. After the soldiers left the house the children, whom they remembered with love, and I remind them.
Then I ran to the hospital to her mother, carrying frugally their prey like a wolf, carrying their children, cubs produced a piece of meat, and the fear of looking back, that no one I have not selected. I gave all mined his mother. She wanted to feed me and give me a little hospital soup, but I said that hungry, because he did not want it shared with me other than that brought me food. And my stomach bursting from hunger, so bad I wanted to eat. I asked my mother, who are anti-Semites, to which she replied: "That the Nazis, my son, the Nazis!" And then he ran to his comrades to produce a growing number of bushes nightshade, black berries, sourish taste. They grew there in abundance and in sufficient quantity. Then the children learned to catch and is bothersome flies which hovered there literally clouds. The next day I again ran into the station, waiting for the next part and sang his song: "Zhid.Zhid.Zhid.Na rope running, dancing on one leg, then ran to her mother and gave her all the extracted I eat. This went on all the time while my mother was in hospital, and had finally recovered. And then we had continued our journey to Chelyabinsk. Before the road, remember, we were invited to dinner home doctor in the hospital, where my mother lay. And he had the first time I during the years of wandering ate this chicken broth, cooked chicken from the present, and tasted even a wing, and after that a chicken leg. I am first time in many years of wandering in the present quenched the thirst for hunger. And before I end my days I can not forget it. But it was not for long. On the train, where we traveled to Chelyabinsk to me again, we wanted to est.No dvolstvovalis piece of bread and boiling water, which was in the car. Then there was the Chelyabinsk, a meeting with her sister, with whom we lived for a short time. One day my sister came home with Eugene tearful eyes. Seeing her mother gave her a piece of paper and my mother then began to cry, and then they were whispering about something and spoke to each other, pointing at me. "Only after many years yaponyal that they received notice of the death of my father, who heroically fought under Mozdok and decided not to tell me about it. So I began to grow up without a father, whom I do not remember. It was only his strong hands, raise high I remained in my memory. My sister worked in a munitions factory, a miracle evakuirovshis from besieged Odessa. She worked in two shifts, as many people in those difficult times. But then my mom found my sister, who lived in Kuibyshev, which was evacuated, and we went for it. The city is situated on the Volga, is very beautiful in its own way, with wide streets. That there were evacuated to the government in the first year of the war. For some reason in my mind were some memories and not very clear. I remember our house, where he lived with his mother near the Volga River. One day out and saw a big white goose, with

. outstretched neck, which is very painful pinched. At the sight of this goose, I always tried to escape, but he craned his neck, it hurts me, pinched and loudly shouted: "Ha-ha-ha." I ran with all their might, trying to escape from this terrible, as it seemed to me the beast. But the goose pursued me. Then we both stopped and looked curiously at each other. I found a small stick and
chased a goose. He walked importantly, stopped, stretched his neck and said: Ha-Ga_Ga "said goodbye to me ..

Then my mom took me with him to work and showed rabbits of the white and fluffy, over which doctors, biologists put their experiences. They were in cages and kept chewing. I was curious. Then one of the employees took out one of them from the cage and gave me. Suddenly, I felt it a solitary creature, like myself and started playing with him. He was so soft, fluffy, very beautiful, shuddered with each of my touch, I wanted to take the rabbit with him, but I was not allowed. Not far from us mom's sister lived with her husband, son and daughter my age ten years older than me. I often visited them with her mother, played with children. Then came April 1944 and on the radio reported that Odessa is released. My mother's sister began to gather their belongings for departure. My mother is not excused from work and all agreed that I would go with them, and my mother would come later. Soon my
Mom said goodbye to me and we went by train to Odessa.
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It was September 1944, we rode in the car and ran to meet us to trees and villages. We saw the apple tree that grew on trees, and on the road, bus stops, we bought melons and fruits. I remember on arrival in Odessa, we have temporarily moved from the sister of my husband's aunt, which was ponderous and complete woman, very friendly. Her son worked as an engineer at the Odessa plant. But after our arrival, the Germans made their last raid on Odessa. We were still asleep when we heard the air raid, and our anti-aircraft guns started firing. I was drawn to the refuge, but I lost my shoes, and also cannot find my socks. Those were the last, I heard echoes of the war, soon, my aunt has an apartment, and we moved there. And I started to miss you very much for his mother, and on the basis of these experiences seriously ill. Then it was over, and me vozratilas my mother, and as always brought me back to life. For a time, not long, she was pushing me with his aunt, and she soon won over his room 7 square meters, where previously evacuated, and lived since the revolution, and where I was born. When my mom got back his little room, she barely moved there. The fact that the apartment was shared, and there before the war family lived Rubin's daughter and son. They went to the evacuation before my mother, when we started, only the first bombing of Odessa. Before the war my mother was with them in a hostile relationship, ever was tried with them. I finally got permission to share communal kitchen in two parts, fence from the neighbors derevyanoy wall, having a tiny kitchen in an area of 3.5 square. M with a very small balcony. So. When Rubin left, they were punished with a sneer to my mother: "Look Mary, good to defend our Odessa, did not disappoint, and do not let the Germans come to town." He added: "Learn as if throwing incendiary bottles, with his son under the tracks of German tanks. The seed is also vozratilas of evacuation and won their living space. We quartered the officers who were supposed to go to the front. With great difficulty they have freed our house. Soon, my mom got a job at his old factory, which the whole team vozratilas to Odessa from the evacuation. My mother was a worker for making brushes, and there, my mother gave the old bed where we slept for many years. courtyard could not get out. Residents were angry recurrence of Soviet power, in all blamed the Jews.

Every now and then heard the words: "Jews" and "Get back to your Tashkent. But gradually decreased, because it interfered NKVD. Every now and then at night went подсобников arrests of former Nazis. And then my mom and her sister heard the truth about the death of all of our close relatives, my grandmother, my mother's sisters, their children during the occupation of our city. And many years her sister, survivors, ie my mom and aunt every day of their mourning. Our whole family stayed in Odessa. For one reason or another, they could not leave the city, because Odessa was surrounded on all sides and the only way out was the sea route. But our ships, port subjected to daily cruel and barbaric bombardment by German aircraft. When my mother left me Odessa, leaving the last steamer with our troops was in October 1941 on the street and stood in the cold weather had frozen. After the withdrawal of our troops, the Romanian part of the next few days because of fear were not part of the city. And then came their tanks, and behind them in the flight of moving military units. While my grandmother and his family were still in the country, on the Big fountain. And after a few days, all return to normal home. Swarmed the streets Romanian soldiery. They sang their songs, catching people who put them in parks and there shot. In the early days akkupatsii were destroyed tens of thousands of civilians, mainly Jews. Romanians were driven a few thousand Jews in the warehouse area Tolbukhina and burned alive there, dripping pre-storage-fuel burning. There was my grandmother, along with almost the whole family, with children and grandchildren. And one of my mother's sisters, Hannah suffered a different fate. She along with her son Lenya age of 6 years, whom I loved to play, remember, already in the beginning of the war, and his daughter Rita, my same age, with crowds of many thousands of other Jews were to destroy in Domanevka, which were shot in winter 1941 to road, when huge crowds of emaciated, starving, barely dragging the feet of people stopped by German and Romanian escort, to the crowd approached the peasants from nearby villages and gave people that someone could. Then my Aunt Hannah saw an elderly woman and asked her: "For God's sake save my child," and held that his daughter, Rita, added: "They are worse than animals killed my son 6 years old, because he fell and could not walk further. The woman took the child and asked her name. My aunt said that her name was Hannah, and father is named Aaron. And she named the name and the name Teplitskaya docheri.Rita. After that, the woman quickly disappeared. She saved 7 other Jewish children. Her tortured after the police came, knocked all his teeth, trying to find out where she hid the children. But this and lost it. After the war, Rita's father returned from the front to Odessa and miraculously found his daughter to learn this way the story of his wife's death. He brought up her and many years later she married. Now she lives in America. The second sister of my mother's name was dressed. It was a very beautiful woman. Blonde hair adorned her head and stern features of the nose, lips, gave her an indescribable grace. dressed in that time had 18 years daughter Olga. The family was musical. Olya was a very beautiful girl, very much like his mother dressed. She played the violin and gave very high expectations, many times took part in competitions in violin playing, often given the title of the winner.
Olga was an active member of the Komsomol, remained in occupied Odessa, to serve the country, has become partisan and went into the catacombs. But one day she decided to learn the fate of their relatives and went to his house, hoping to meet his mother and grandmother. But the house was arrested and handed over to local janitor Polizei - Romania. Residents pointed to Olu - this Jewess - the Komsomol. The unfortunate girl was beaten, and then the police came and the local goon her, half dead, stripped, and raped. They taunted her less voracious wild, unrestrained animals.
Then they were thrown her noose around his neck and hanged.
The Romanian administration quickly restored the seaport, and detonated them as marinas. Soon there was organized base for repairing ships and submarines. And this is where it all started. At the shipyard, our fine boys guerrillas. It is known that many prelstaviteley this glorious movement were in Odessa catacombs. And now, something they mined the German ship, which vzvryvalis exit to the open sea. At the beginning thought that the ship stumbled upon the deep mines. But the investigation into the Germans realize that the destruction of ships _ the work of guerrillas. Then the Germans came to Odessa and put the German administration. Immediately after the capture of Odessa began mass terror against the civilian population and the total annihilation of all Jews.
And two years after the arrival of the evacuation of Odessa, my mother in 1946, she took me to school in first grade. And then began the school history, which I will suspend a bit to return to future events search for treasure Mithradates 6 Eupator. In the end, in 2 weeks, we managed to get to Nyumkoy and buy everything you need to travel for the treasure in the catacombs. We found a canister of kerosene, a few sticks at each end of which the tow was wrapped and bound with wire. In neighboring janitor borrowed a shovel, pickaxe and crowbar. We bought 1 can of white and 1 can of black paint. Nyumkin father of big sraboty our request brought a hammer and chisel. We have prepared school backpacks - 2. Bartered with the boys 2 electric torch, and another 3 bought at flea markets. They took with them paper and pencils for the adjustment on the ground plan of the catacombs and the location of the treasure. Prepared a stock of food for 3 days and several large bottles of drinking water. And then one day, early in the morning when my mom went to work, we took our Nyumkinu dog, descended into the cellar, carrying all the gear, and came to the cherished goal - the door entrance to the catacombs. We certainly did not imagine all the terrible danger of our enterprise, which could for us, sad end. After all, we have looked at all the things lightly, in terms of 13 year old boys. After the catacombs, when you are in, 0 committed another terrible world, which is different from our familiar world, illuminated by the sun, and at night the stars and the moon. I'm already climbing down the stairs, he suddenly remembered his Mermaid, said Nyumke that I promised to take her with him, and that I had broken his word. Then Nyumka replied that I have in my life many times have to violate their promises. And now my presence here at all Mermaids inappropriate. First came Nyumkina dog. It was a red labrador, very smart 5 year old dog with extraordinary flair and living large, dark eyes. It was a scientist dog well-groomed and beautiful. Nyumka kept him on a leash, and his name was Sky. We went down to 50 degrees down, stopped, and I made the first notch on the wall, noting its white paint in the form of arrows, which indicated the direction of our path. In his hands, we had 2 lamps on batteries. But they covered the road is not very bright and we decided to light the 2 torches made of tow, attached to a stick, and enough obmochennoy in kerosene. Those who have been in kotakombah knows that it tunnels carved out of limestone rock from which most part of the buildings were built in Odessa. Our tunnel was spacious, above the normal human growth, and we, the children seemed to even very high. Every 10 meters way we left notch on the wall, turning the arrow direction of our way to the white. We were only 13 years each, and we led the children's sense of curiosity, which prevailed over fear. In kotakombah was stuffy, unwelcoming, was musty smell. Lighting missed a few meters of the review. We walked very slowly, carefully and a little fearfully, counting the number of steps traversed path. Finally we reached the planned map branches. One thing led to the right, another left. We stopped, got the card, made a pencil mark, and turned right. We have no more than 50 meters in front of us opened the vast space in a room. I said Nyumke that I have read in books that relate to the treasures of the Spirits, and ahead to kindle a light, which tells us the location of the treasure. We froze and looked forward, hoping to see the sacred flames. At this time, our dog in a strange howl, then growled and rushed forward. Nyumka barely restrained her and walked quickly ran after her. I could barely keep up with the torch for them. And suddenly I heard a scream Nyumki. He stopped the dog, he turned to me and began to talk incoherently: "Tam.Tam!?" and show forth his hand, pointing at something. And suddenly I clearly saw the silhouette of a seated person, but rather what resembled a person. We came closer and saw this, from what we all went cold inside and gave us fear the unknown and unbelievable. We saw what could be called a man. It was his skeleton. Instead, his head was a skull, and clothing can be seen long ago rotted and represented dangling rags, opening the bones of the skeleton. We have carefully examined the skull and see-through bullet holes. We realized that he was killed, right in kotakombah, and apparently it happened a long time. Around the murdered man lay bag made of leather, even a whole. We raised her, and took with them. But then to find a treasure afraid to go, and decided to return home. Our dog she found a way back. And soon we were at the exit of kotakomb. Burning with curiosity, we opened the bag and began to consider the contents. It was an old tattered map of the dungeon kotakomb somewhat worn and clear of old coins, some paper money ancient samples, the key to the castle and papyrus paper on which were incomprehensible to us the letter, as well as a small dagger, the handle of which was littered with fancy stones with a very sharp blade. First of all we are interested in card kotakomb. It reminded us of our map, found me in the chest.
Then I said Nyumke that the victim had something to do with the treasures, according to the ancient coins and papyrus, which were depicted unknown to us letters and numbers. A finding of the skeleton of a short distance from the burial place of the treasure, literally 50 meters away, confirmed our judgments .. And the skeleton, as we are hunting for treasure. But all this was only our speculation, which has not yet been confirmed. We wondered and worried about who and when shot at him, who was the murderer. Soon we Nyumkoy parted and arranged to meet the next day. Bag with the contents remained with me. At home, I again pulled out all the contents of bags and began to carefully examine and study. First I studied the images on two coins. They were dirty and I had to pretty to be done to clean them, which I used toothpaste and cleaned the coins from the long dirt. To my great surprise he saw a yellowish sheen, which is particularly distinguished by the sun. The obverse of the coin depicted a man with a short haircut and twisted, with a brave face. This image I have seen somewhere, but cannot remember the circumstances .. I am very tired after the hike in kotakomby and lay down to rest. Suddenly. I awoke from some rustling in my room. Opening his eyes, he suddenly saw before him a stranger, wrapped in a black cloak. I screamed with fright and surprise, but he made a sign with his hand and suddenly spoke low, like a voice beyond the grave, uttering strange words: "I come from a distant past to protect and help you to find the treasure of Mithradates 6 Eupator. Know that these treasures bring misery to all who seek it. And you already saw this, found the skeleton of one of the people involved in this. This skeleton was myself and killed by bandits haunt me when I was near the end. I was with my friend, who managed to escape pursuit but his fate is unknown to me. This happened before the war. I was unaware of the existence of a treasure. found in Kerch, and removed to Odessa, and hidden in kotakombah. My friend helped me in everything. He was very young and charming man. You have found in my bag or two, found me a coin. Know that they are the golden treasures of King Mithridates of Pontus 6 Eupator, who lived before the new era. Take care of them and I assure you these coins will bring real happiness. Know you alone prednarchertano fate unravel the secret of the treasure. I reached out, wanting to touch a stranger. But the hand touched the empty space is committed, and I realized that before me nnastoyaschy ghost shadow of a man, now cast. I leaned back, trembling with fear, and closed his eyes again. And when I woke up the next morning, rubbed his eyes, then nobody in the room was not. But I firmly understand that this was not a dream. But to me this was a ghost from the past to warn me of impending danger. I ran to the bag, took out two coins . Their blankets terrible mud and could not make out what is depicted there. Then I took a brush and cleaned with soap and these coins. And then I saw the color. That was pure gold. The coin was engraved face of a man with curly hair on his head. This face was a courageous man - a warrior era of ancient Roman Empire. And then I remembered that I had seen this person in one of the books they read on Mithridates 6 Eupator.

He (Evpator 6) lived in the second century BC.
This was the famous king of Pontus, was famed for his cruelty and conquest, fabulously wealthy, possessed huge reserves of gold. His enemies killed, flooding their mouths molten gold. He knew many languages and was not afraid of poisons. Evpator 6 wrestled with the Roman Empire with znamenityii commanders Gaius Julius Caesar, Lucius Cornelius Sulla, Gaius Marius, Gnaeus Pompey. He made great conquests in the East, adopted its position in Asia Minor, Greece. Had a great influence on Armenia. But by the end of his life he lost the battle the Romans and collapsed on the insurgency against him, and his army headed by his own son. He was killed at her request her as a slave. Before his death, he hid his treasure in the vast territory of Kerch. I ran to Nyumke and told him mastered the vision. But he laughed and replied that it was only a dream, a waking dream. Because I thought a lot about everything took place amid. And we have decided once again to continue the search for treasure, and fell into the catacombs ..
I must say that the catacombs of Odessa have length 3.5 thousand kilometers. This is the largest length in the world. They consist of tunnels, dead ends, there are huge halls, and not very friendly to people. They hid kontrobandisty, the poor homeless people and criminals. Not knowing the map of the catacombs is there better not be included because they have all sorts of traps, dead ends. Very frequent falls, because of which the whole house on the surface are destroyed, and God forbid remain without coverage of the catacombs, because it means certain death. We Nyumkoy reached the final branch point in the tunnel., To the place where previously we have found the skeleton. He was on the ground and looked at us with his large eye sockets, which reflected our flame. We greeted him and turned right into a tunnel. Our dog was next and I said Nyumke that remained very close to the treasure. We still counted his steps and made marks on the walls. Nyumka walked in front with a torch in his hand. He tied a rope, and the second end dinoyu up to 4 meters tied me. We have carefully examined the walls, they vushali us a sense of fear. In some places they were sticky and even isolated a strange smell of damp and stuffy. Nyumka Suddenly he stopped and said to me: "Look up." I looked up and saw a small hole in the ceiling vaults, which shone in the distant sky. We examined the remarkable tunnels in search of the sacred doors to the treasures. In that distant time, we were naive and thought it was so easy to find the treasure., Moreover Mithradates 6 Eupator. Suddenly we heard the distant tunnel some sounds similar to squelch the steps and hid in a niche, which fortunately was close by. We peered into the distance, and trembling with fear .. For us moving shadow, and every moment approaching nearer and nearer. Then I whispered Nyumke: "Look, I'm not cheating. It's a ghost, a skeleton that seemed to me yesterday in my vision. When the shadow came up to us, we were surprised to notice that in your hand, it (the shadow) holds the torch, which is very poorly lit wall . And then we cried out in surprise. This was the shadow man. She sang a song familiar to us: "Fifteen men on the Dead Man's Chest. Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! "And then another verse.

We learned it our neighbor Peter Ivanovich, who found missing from the roof of the trunk, which I reported earlier. We were trembling with fear, but then Peter Ivanovich cried in a loud voice: "Here is where you ssrvantsy! What are you doing here?" Then we stammering and trembling with fear, told him: "We are playing .." After our unconvincing answer, he took us away from the catacombs to the exit. But I did not say the most important thing that niche, and it was a cave, small as it seemed at first взляда saw something uplifting, reminiscent of the well, in which, as it turned out, was not mistaken. And then I thought that the treasures are right there in the well. Finally we reached our stairs and the stairs were at the top. Peter Ivanovich, invited us to her and we followed him, after releasing the dog, surprisingly silent the whole way, as if it is something felt, and did not want to share his secret. When we went to his apartment, he made us sit, he sat down opposite him and said: "Well, now tell me, what are you looking for? Not treasure it?" and laughed. We asked him to answer, what reason is unego to suspect us. Then Peter Ivanovich inhaled twist cigarette and began to tell us his story. He was looking over fifty, tall, solid build, with muscular arms, dressed in a worn sea-jacket, which was visible from under the sea frock. He just reminded us of the old broken sailor, past, as they say, "Crimea, Rome, and copper pipes." So Peter Ivanovich told us his story. In 1941 he was drafted into the Navy and he has participated in the defense of Odessa. He fiercely fought the enemy, then the final vessel, together with our army and civilians evacuated sailed in Mariupol. And then I realized that on this ship and we were with my mother, and I was only 3 years old.! In Mariupol prdolzhat he was sent to fight on a military boat, where he met a friend named Simon. This was a young guy 24 years old, very cute and beautiful. A blue-eyed with blond hair, athletic build. One day, performing the task, throwing depth charges and sinking a German submarine, vozraschayas with the job, the boat came under fire from German aircraft. And one of Peter Ivanovich was seriously injured. Before his death, he reported on the countless treasures kept in the catacombs of Odessa. And he gave him the paper where it said the location of the trunk, in which Petro find the burial place of the treasure. Then the dying man said that he found near the corpse of his friend, who was killed by bandits before the war, and asked to bury him, because he did not have time. In the late Simon Peter Ivanovich gave a photograph of his beloved bride, and made him promise that he would find it and will tell all. And if you find a treasure that will share with her. That's how I ended up in your house, where the rented apartment. Few took the time to find a chest, but, alas, no documentation was not there. When I heard the story of Peter Ivanovich, I decided to tell him all about the manu was found in the trunk and our Nyumkoy to find the treasure. I thought it was really an honest deed, and took Peter Ivanovich in our company and share, we will have more chances to find the treasure. After Peter Ivanovich knew the truth, he cheered, hugged us and said that he had long guessed that we found a map.
He had many days of watching us, watching our hidden charges in the catacombs, saw our first trip there, but today we decided to catch red-handed when we were at the goal. But Peter Ivanovich was an intelligent, sensitive man and he told us the history of the treasure, hoping that we ourselves have to admit it. And he was not mistaken in seeing in our integrity. I asked him whether he found a bride of his friend. In response to Peter Ivanovich went to an old chest of drawers, standing in his room, pulled out a box of pre-war photograph and showed it to us. We saw her a very beautiful girl with long braids. She had regular features, and sensual lips betrayed in her fervor and force of character, reminding me of my mermaid. I told Peter Ivanovich, that I have, I believe, already seen this girl, but I can not remember where and when. Then he told me that I can take this picture myself, can it help me remember the girl. And then added he was looking for her everywhere he could, asking people who are familiar, but the search proved fruitless. So he not executed the last request of his friend, who died during the war there by boat. And we agreed in the near future to continue the search for treasure. I told Peter Ivanovich on 6 Mithridates, king of Pontus, its history. Then he added that if the treasures in the catacombs of us will be found, they are priceless. The next day I went to school. A lesson in physics and I, then being a boy classmates expressed the idea that light - this wave, and they can transcribe and produce an image on a TV. And he said to the guys bring to school springs, gear wheels, etc., to tinkering device for broadcasting on television, which has just appeared in Odessa. One boy told his father, who worked as chief engineer of an experimental, at that time, TV stations about my idea. But the boy's father told me to tell me that I'm a dreamer, no light is seen, and this can never be. At the time of the video could not even dream of, because in those days it schitalrs unrealistic fantasy. Well, the boys have brought all the details and we started tinkering knows knows that. Well, many years later, at the ripe age when we met, my classmates, remembering the story, asked me, as if in the distant past times I was able to foresee the distant future - Videos. Since my childhood I was a dreamer. Petomu search for the treasure is, for me, poor child's opportunity to realize their dreams. And after school I went to his Mermaid, to meet her after school. Finally she appeared, neobyknoveno beautiful, in a new dress and asked me: "What is love?" and hung on the spot. And then asked me: "But when we descend into the catacombs to look for treasures?" I told her that everything has its time. She recited poetry to me by Alexander Blok, who was very fond of and I felt it unusual, artistic ability and skill perevoploschatsya into all sorts of images. Then we said goodbye. I returned home to remember why - something his previous post-war times. When I was in second grade in 1947 g.moya mother through his factory got me in an orphanage because she could not contain me. There, I continued studying in a local school and I remember only a few episodes of those times. Infant feeding is not very bold, gave 200 grams of bread. child.
We gave the soup at the bottom of which floated barely visible pieces of meat, but at night I warmed up a cat that slept with me and with which I loved to play. Once we announced the abolition of the rationing of food and bread. On the day of cancellation of cards on the table for dinner put plenty of bread, and children overeat them, as they say, from the belly. Then we were told: "Children from this day the bread you will always be enough. I ate and listened to the instructor of this sweet song, but just in case, secretly, secretly collecting the bread and then went up to her room, and lozhil it under their mattress. I remember then did a lot of walker. On the next day for dinner, we again brought the rations of 200 grams. bread per person. Then the kids realized that yesterday we were singing sweet, comforting songs, and now is the reality - the bread was not enough. Then, I remember I made my first business - me bread to candy and other sweets, which brought the children with their parents. And I brought my mom sometimes hot, in which floated large chunks of pork, and lovingly watched as I greedily eat it. But not for long, I lived in an orphanage. In the end, my mom took me to his home, and I vozratilsya to their school in Grade 2. And the lessons I have done at home with frozen hands, wrote home exercises, because the house was incredibly cold, as in the floor kitchenette were holes from which there was a doorway. I saved my mother, who slept with me and warmed me at night, telling tales, like Pushkin's nanny - Arina. At this point I will stop their memories and come back to the real events. The next day we Nyumkoy and Peter Ivanovich again decided to make a sortie into the catacombs. The street was the spring weather. swelled buds on the trees, everything was prepared for a beautiful spring. migratory birds began to return as a warm countries, which spent the winter. And we went down to the catacombs, Nyumkinu taking with him a dog and a sufficient number of provisions. When we got to the point of branching, Uncle Petya whispered and told us to stay his hand pointed to his lips - a sign of silence. We began to listen to the eerie catacombs. Suddenly, I thought I heard the distant sound of groans and drops water falling from the walls. I carefully peered into the distance and seemed a shimmering light. "You see that? "Whispered Uncle Peter. Nyumkoy We nodded." Well, now we go "- said Uncle Peter, and moved forward, and we string followed him and obviously heard the whisper and someone unexplained moaning. Soon we reached the coveted niche in which we Nyumkoy refuge from the sinister shadows and where they showed me the precious chest. We went into a recess, to illuminate it with light from a torch and saw in front of a huge cave. Its walls were damp in some places on them thin streams of water flowed. Convex places stone walls and arches remind us all sorts of fantastic shapes images. They were created by nature for the human imagination. We saw the figure of a frozen, almost living present of the devil. His face resembled a human skull with very large eye sockets, and his head was decorated with big horns-designed nature of the stone. These sockets reflected light of our lanterns, and we feel that here - here it comes to life and lend us your ad. The body of the devil running down streams of water, poured a reddish hue, creating a very realistic picture of its existence. We all froze in horror seen and could not tear his eyes away from him. It seemed to me an eternity, and I am forever a devil that has been captured, absorbed, remaining in the grip of his hands, all covered by a state - that incognizant me early trance of fear, horror and otseneneniya. When I began to feel that I lose consciousness and go off to commit another, unknown to me the space and dimension, suddenly came to himself from crying. I woke up and suddenly saw an Uncle Petya. He shook me and said: "Yes, did you wake up! "Then I finally regained consciousness, I realized where I was and we continued to inspect the cave. When I asked Nyumki," What happened to me? "He answered strangely:" I do not know and I do not remember, but it seems to me that I was not here. "I replied that talk about it at home. Suddenly, Petro said:" Look at this. "We looked around and saw the walls around the stove, like a tombstone, but it was hewn cross. At the top of the vaults were colored stones with large holes, but close to the wall near the cross was shown to bring a large head and two glowing eyes. Nostrils big nose sticking out 2 pairs pretolstennyh mustache, a black branch of their sockets. Under the light of our torches and twinkling of these stone sculptures created an impression of living creatures, suggesting to us insuperable horror. And then something struck us. These were the two stone statues carved in the wall. Each had 2 persons and 2 eyes with a big nose. These people expressing what - that secret riddle. But they could not be carved out of stone miners and how they ended up here? "in the image and the content they resembled the head of the Egyptian sphinx. With their eye sockets flowing streams of reddish liquid. I said quietly that it is the ghosts who guard the treasures. Finally, in the corner near the wall, we saw our very big joy, the purpose of our trip. We saw a chest, bound with copper bands, since more amount of copper rivets and incredibly large, an exact copy of the trunk of a novel R. Stevenson's "Treasure Island." We came closer and shouted: "Well!" But then they saw that it was closed for a large lock. Uncle Peter was trying to open the chest with crowbar, prying loop. But not here - it was. The lock and hinges were immobile. And suddenly I remembered the way which we found in the bag, we found the skeleton. The key to happiness, I bring with him and hastened to his Uncle Pete, telling him what I think it (the key) of this castle, and no mistake. Uncle Peter took the key, inserted it into the keyhole, was able to rotate it a few times, and to our delight and surprise of the castle opened. Removing this ancient and old castle with great difficulty, we have opened a very large cap. And then we saw that inside the trunk was empty. Inverts he had not, but instead ziyalo large hole. It was a big pit with walls lined of coquina stone. It had a rectangular shape. In He could go down a number of art people at a time. The walls were vertical walled metal P - shaped a thick, diameter, metal rods, a very strong, can withstand a heavy load, so that the slope was safe and did not represent large tudnostey. Uncle Peter suggested that this well built in the old days, perhaps in the last century, miners stone, possibly with a view to water intake. and that the pirates or kontrbandisty used this well.
I am sure of, "continued Uncle Peter:" Treasures are hidden here and waiting for us. Come on guys, who are braver, one of you a hero, the first ready to go down into the well of the treasure, as his name edri his mother? "We are in chorus with Nyumkoy answered him:. Mithridates 6 Evpator. "Well done! Connoisseurs' as well, lively climb! ", Peremptorily ordered us to Uncle Peter. And we saw that he was smiling. I looked at Uncle Petya with acidic mine on his face, trembling with fear and shame for their cowardice. I thought, what a blessing that there are no mermaids, otherwise I just would be useful in this well, knowing that risking their own lives. But in order to be a hero in her eyes, and not a coward. Then Uncle Peter suggested that we delete the rope with a torch in the well to illuminate the bottom and measure the approximate depth of the well, in addition to check whether there is water. He tied a torch to the rope of approximately 10 meters, tied the knot with the sea - that he found the hook at 1 - 1.5 meter from the torch to check the bottom and slowly began to let down a rope, covering the walls of the well. We have seen the sticky walls of the well, a torch lit them well. When Uncle Peter lowered the torch, a bad feeling came over me. I am afraid of shaking, thinking that now that to happen - something unexpected. And lit the torch reached the bottom, and down there, we suddenly saw the reflection of water. The depth of the well, as we have estimated was 6 - 7 meters. Uncle Peter pulled the rope, trying to pull back the torch, but it is for that - then got caught there on the bottom. And then Uncle Peter told us to wait, and in which case run for help, tied a rope and began to descend into the well. As you can see he was not a cowardly ten, because of his experiences in the war was the fear of worse. Uncle Petit was a very strong light. He was, he got more of the fleet, where he served during the war. I do not remember how much time has passed. In one we saw that the rope began dergatsya. It was a sign to pull it. Uncle Peter from deep wells that - then shouted to us, but we do not understand. But in any case with all my strength began to pull the rope that - it is very difficult and cumbersome. Soon came the head of Uncle Peter, and he began to help us pull the rope with his strong hands of a former sailor, and pull very carefully so as not to damage the bag. so that the treasures not fall to the bottom of the well. Finally came the bag, obvyazanaya rope. The bag was why - something of enormous size, and could even put a man of medium height. When we released a bag of ropes, and opened it, all opened their mouths in astonishment. Instead of gold and diamonds, we saw a human skull from the skeleton. Then Uncle Peter said: "Well, here's the treasure!? Evidently it is not our fate." Then I asked Uncle Petya tell what he saw down there. And he told me that the bottom of the water, the whole underground river, and how - the very large space. A purse he found by accident. Because our hook, tied to a rope, close to the torch, caught it (the bag). We have carefully examined the contents of another bag, but have not found anything substantial, just noticed on zavyazanoy loop of rope around his neck, traces of strangulation or poveshaniya. Judging by the size, we assumed that the skeleton of the well (as it will henceforth be called) was very young at the time of execution (in which we have no doubt). Because there was evidence of violence, including the curvature of the spine and Sloman phalanx of fingers and toes.
We decided to take the discovery to themselves, and only went way back, when our dog that - it smelt strongly and began to bark. We decided to see what the dog so disturbed, and saw that she barks at the stone in the floor. This stone was like a tombstone, on which stood a stone cross Suddenly, we saw that the dog lunged forward and the next moment he was carrying in his teeth, that - that wriggly long. It was a huge snake, who was sitting behind a rock and waited for the opportune moment, something would attack us, and our dog found it. We will never forget the sight. It was a fight to the death of a dog with a snake. In vain she wriggled, trying to get rid of sharp canine teeth. Our dog had a deadly grip, and in minutes the body of a snake biting quite close to the snake's head. The snake continued izvivatsya and resisting., His body trying to strangle a dog. But our dog, jumped to the side, continued to torment his snake fangs. Then Uncle Peter grabbed a crowbar and began to apply the same snake deadly blows. Soon everything was over, the snake lay motionless, stretched to its full length. It was a python 3 meters, it is very thick. Uncle Peter asked us what we think about this monster and where did she come .. Answered Nyumka our biologist, what he thinks about it: "The snake lived here a long time. Water and food it is enough." I asked: "And what food?" Nyumka replied: "It is full of mice." From what he saw and experienced fear, we Nyumkoy wet my pants. Uncle Peter took it, found in a well the bag, and we moved back. When you exit the catacombs Uncle Peter told us to rest for a few hours and then go to him. I came home, still trembling with fear experienced, changed and began to talk about his experiences, about all of this extremely complex story. So what we have: 1. skull of a skeleton, nydenny in the well. I asked myself the question, who and by whom was this, strangled or hanged man? And this I have no doubt. How and under what circumstances, he found himself in the well?. Who and when did this terrible evil? Who and why built the entrance to the pit in the form of a huge trunk, a large lid closed at a considerable size castle? Who, at what time, he built this well with a thick U-shaped straps, designed to drain into the well? Why is the key, found in the bag first came to the skeleton keyhole covers the trunk entrance into the well? So, I thought, was the link man who was killed earlier in the catacombs and a skeleton with a skull found Uncle Petya. where did the snake - a python in the catacombs? Who left the trunk in the attic with the documents found by me? I encountered a lot of different issues. I decided to once again osmotre contents of the bag, found a skeleton, which is when his life was, judging by the story of his uncle Peter, the other crewmen on the boat during the war. Together they searched for the treasures of Mithridates 6 Eupator. I sincerely believe that the previously home to me really came a ghost skeleton, a ghost, who wants to help me in search of treasure, and it was a reality. I have already reported on the contents of the bag, so that I will never again be repeated, only now considered carefully studied, not familiar to me a letter. I concluded that the skeleton of the well had direct and close relation to the treasures, and the first skeleton. In addition 2 coins of Mithradates 6, and then confirmed the story to bring me the secret treasures ...
I have built all sorts of assumptions mysteries of these treasures and found two skeletons, and especially the murder of a man, whose remains we found in the well, and why killed lozhit in the bag? I pedpolozhil that the murder made the first skeleton, where we found the key, but then immediately rejected this version. And then I decided that these two killings are unrelated, and the key could be ..... of course it dawned on me. The same key can be with another man, this murderer. We except the key, at first glance, linking the two skeletons, no other materials prove a murder, was not. Witnesses, too, was not. Remained to wait for a miracle, but we were taught that miracles do not happen. I folded all the things in the bag and wanted to go to Uncle Pete, as suddenly vozratilas my mom from work. Seeing my dirty zapisyanye pants, she asked me where I am so spifflicate his trousers, which have not passed a few days, as she washed them and added that I'm a gangster and does not regret her work. Mom characterized my pants to the kitchen to the laundry, put them in a basin for washing, taking out all the contents of their pockets first, and suddenly I heard her scream. My mother ran into the room, in her hand was a photograph of the girl whom I gave Peter Ivanovich. She clung to me, started shaking, and cried: "Where are you taking her?" And rushed to their chests, in which it stores documents, securities, and even pre-war photographs. It did not last long there digging and finally found what I wanted. She gave me the exact same copy of the photo. I opened my mouth in amazement, I seemed stricken language. My mother once asked where I got this picture. I told her that this photo gave me our neighbor Peter Ivanovich. He lives near us. And he went to this picture from a friend who died on the boat during the war. That friend called Simon, and the photo of his girlfriend, the bride, whom he loved very much. Before his death, Simon Peter Ivanovich asked if he would live, to find this girl and fulfill this last request. My mother heard my story, very suddenly began to sob. I am in the beginning did not understand what was happening. But suddenly she said: "Do you even know who in this picture?" She is the daughter dressed, and your cousin, Olga. Dressed was burned by the Germans with her husband, Abram, your grandmother and all the great our dear, and Olya was hanged, and raped earlier in the our house, when I went to inquire about the fate of her parents and your grandmother. " And we quickly went to Peter Ivanovich. He opened the door for us. Seeing my mother with me was really surprised. But when he heard the message of my mother, and saw the second picture Oli, he was horrified, and told my mother: "Well, nothing, nothing. We find the killers of your niece!" And one picture left him. Soon my mother was gone, and I stayed at his uncle's Petit. He told me that I have now work on the part of the investigation into the tangled affairs. At this time came Nyumka and we began to discuss our next steps. A Nyumka to learn about the history of Ollie and our family is very upset and said that he had too many relatives were killed during the war. Let us once again inspect the premises skeleton, said Uncle Peter, and went into the next room. Soon, he brought a bag, opened it and carefully, carefully removed and laid on the table all the content in it - a skeleton with a skull. And we started with great care to examine the skeleton. I am particularly interested in the loop on the neck
It was made of rope, very thick. Petro said that he had seen such ships, but was not entirely sure, because she was half-rotted, and a lot of time to wet with water. At this time, we heard opinions Nyumki. He said that the skeleton should be directed to the examination and there to rebuild the configuration of the skull shape of the skeleton, but there should be police intervention. Well, well, "said Peter Ivanovich, first I will bring help where necessary, and consult with someone must. We went home, and agreed a few days all meet, and continue our discussion of what had happened. The next day I met with Nyumkoy and we talked about our staying in the catacombs. I told Nyumke about their feelings and emotions that are aroused in me, we saw the stone statues down there, in the catacombs. It turned out that Nyumka also experienced the same sensations, which I did. He no longer feel its presence in the catacombs, and remembers only that he was in the other he did not understand the world. And actually, he was returned to Peter Ivanovich, just like me. And I decided that it acted inexplicable, otherworldly forces, most likely forces of evil. We Nyumkoy were then in effect at the edge of the abyss, possibly death. Soon, we met with Uncle Petya and were gratified at his message that talked to some old-timers in our house, who lived in our house during akkupatsii Odessa. And they reported that while they lived in the house of the caretaker - pyanitsa named Fyodor, and that he probably worked with Fritz. One grandmother, my question, his uncle Peter, where is this Fedor, said that just do not know, but I saw him a few times at flea market in Odessa, where he sold old clothes. Dyalya Then Peter said unto her, that we will have to go there and, perhaps, she identifies him. We waited for a weekend when the flea market to work in full swing and went there. My God, how many there were people. Darkness tmuschaya! It seemed the whole city came here. Some of something sold, others bought. Everywhere reigned unimaginable gvald and jostling. Therefore, this market is called the crush. We went with my grandmother Oksana, so her name was, next to Peter Ivanovich Nyumkoy, an inseparable friend of mine walked by rows of huge crush. What only there unsaleable! I was very surprised by what is seen, this unforgettable spectacle. I have severe pain in his legs, but I was patient. Finally, suddenly, my grandmother stopped us and gently pointed out to us nacheloveka sitting on the ground in one of the series. This he Fyodor - janitor, quiet, afraid she said. We thanked his grandmother, asked us to wait and come to Fyodor. It was a pie-faced man, with a flat, red nose, which byvet only heavy drinkers. He had a balding head and hamovity voice. He bargained with defunct something shoppers, showing her utensils. Finally she bought something. I noticed that instead of putting it, gave her some sort of a pack, I thought, any securities, whether of subsidies, which drew from his pocket. Peter Ivanovich went up to him, casually greeted him. and said: "Well, show what you can buy here?" And then it started to show Fyodor and praise his good points, calling the price. Uncle Peter said to him: "Do you want zarabotatFedya replied:" And who does not want to make! "So I have an ancient dagger, which belonged to the king.

This king lived several thousand years ago, even before the new era, more than 100 years before Christ. He was fabulously rich, and the dagger belonged to him. His pen studded with precious stones. And if you want, I can tonight to bring and show you. Fyodor arranged to meet her uncle Pete, and said softly in his ear: "And who is this little Jew, he is the friend you." Uncle Peter smiled and said: "No, but this kid found a dagger and an agreement reached by selling it in the presence of my friend." We Nyumkoy away from Fyodor for a considerable distance and began to watch him. After some time, Fyodor gathered my goods in a canvas bag and walked to the gate flea markets. . And we quietly followed him. Soon he came to a gate - the house and hid behind them. We recorded address - the street and house number, stood a little more time, hoping that he would reappear .. But Fyodor did not show up and we went home. Uncle Peter was asked to bring along, I have found with Nyumkoy dagger, and toward evening we went to the venue with Fyodor In those days, in Odessa there was a secret sect renounced God, she was called Satanists. Members of the sect involved in black magic, witchcraft, godless, criminal rituals. They drank the young man's blood, often children, luring their victims to all sorts of tricks in their dens, arranging it bloody orgy. For this, they gave the child a special narcotic potion, befuddle him, took a cup and drank his blood. All this was done over a church Bible, stained with blood sacrifice, and with the help of magical books Satanists called the Devil and opened the gates of hell. After that killed his victim and threw her vpylayuschy fire. Themselves are the servants of Satan were under the influence of drugs. They tore their clothes, raped girls and women of this sect. And above all this was a huge monster of Satan, and beyond the gates of hell saw the dead, burning eternally for what he sins. Even today, there are sects. They are in Europe, America and Russia. These include the monstrous crimes of the Arab terrorists who perpetrate them against innocent people. Not in the name
Does Satan, and under cover of Allah. Satanists have committed heinous crimes, but mostly they were bezdokazuemymi and investigating authorities could not catch the criminals who committed them. When we were in the catacombs and saw the stone sculptures of horrors, we could not then know that in fact faced with magical powers, and in the future be faced with members of the sect of Satanists. Soon we reached the designated meeting place. This was a bench in a park near Fedina home. He was waiting for us, sitting, leaning back. We greeted him and Fyodor told us: "Well, fellows, came in time to know you are punctual and reliable people. Run with what came." Uncle Peter took out his dagger and handed it Fede. He twirled it in his hands, scrutinized and tried to edge sharpness, and then returned it to Uncle Pete, and asked: "Well, what do you want for this dagger, name the price." Then Uncle Peter said Fyodor: "Well, how much you give. Bear in mind that this thing is very old. And judging from the stones, the work is done in ancient times. And perhaps this is the royal dagger." Fyodor said: "Well, the same to me stones, it's not diamonds." I called the ridiculous price that has decided to give Uncle Pete for the dagger.
Then Uncle Peter said Fyodor: "Okay, but first I want to check the price of this dagger for one who understands things in the old man. So, give me a few days, and we return to our conversation." Then he proposed a toast to Fede acquaintance and took out the small bags, which brought with him, sealed bottle of vodka. I realized that my presence was inappropriate, hiding away behind trees and waited for Uncle Petya. They were alone, began to drink a bottle and talking. As you know, if you drink with someone a bottle, and with refreshments, which were found in a bag with his uncle Peter, then you become his friend for life. Uncle Peter swore in all of what was worth our vlas to enter to Fyodor's confidence, and told him that he had recently arrived from Kalymi, where he was serving punishment as a political prisoner. Well, you Fyodor what to do: "So you saw shestayu on flea market. Sometimes, something to fall, and sometimes raise, pulling an empty map. When the bottle was drained, Fyodor asked Uncle Petya to him, and they left. So Uncle Peter Fedin know the address and went to his apartment, located in the basement. When they went to Fyodor, he saw me, he asked Fyodor: "Let this boy go with us." "A little Jew! "- Fyodor said, -" Well, let him go. "They called me and I was back in their company. Soon we were in the apartment. She was in the basement. I sat on a chair, which I moved Fyodor. Examining and studying apartment, which consisted of two rooms and kitchen, with dirty walls, here and there with empty bottles. My eyes fell on the table, a bunch of keys. In all likelihood they tossed Fyodor went into the house. And here among a variety of keys found one big, surprisingly similar and reminiscent of the key from the well, where we found a second skeleton with a skull. Surely this is the second key, I whispered to myself silently. Then I looked at the walls and bottom of said several steps leading down to the base of the wall, and a small area. And I think that there is a secret lver. I went to Uncle Pete. He sat in an embrace with Fyodor, who was drunk at the blackboard. Both were singing bawdy songs. Then I remembered that I have with a piece of plasticine and I decided to take this opportunity. He came to the table and within minutes took fingerprints of keys on the plasticine, and then wrapped it in a scrap of paper and quickly hid in his pocket. Finally vodka over, Fyodor put to bed, and we went home. On the way, I saw that Pyotr was not drunk. Old sailor vodka is not anything more. "He asked me what I think about all that. But I smiled back and said wait, see, and held their own guesses. Soon I was at home, saying goodbye to Uncle Petya. I tormented by fatigue and sleepy. The next day, after school, I met with her mermaid. uncontrollably for several hours, we chatted about recent events but I kept quiet. When I visited the Mermaid Nyumku. I told them about our visit to Fyodor about their guesses, I made the prints on the keys. The next day we went to the master, who for a small fee Fyodor's done all the keys. When a bunch of keys was finished, we hurried home and saw that two keys were the same. And then I realized that I on the verge of opening a big mystery associated with a terrible crime. The next day we told Peter Ivanovich, our guesses ..
And we decided to start a serious investigation of Fyodor. I suggested to my uncle Pete, meet with Fyodor and take him away somewhere nibut for 3-4 hours, and during this time we do a search in Fedina apartment. And better to do it this weekend, when Fyodor is busy at the flea market. Uncle Peter took to divert Fyodor for several hours. And then came the long awaited Sunday. In the morning, at the appointed time, we came to Nyumkoy Fedina home, picked up the key from the bunch, a copy of which, as you know, been previously made master, opened the door and entered without difficulty into the apartment. First of all, we approached the stairs near the wall, where I suspect a secret door. After careful review, found at the bottom of a very small keyhole. Again, pick up the keys and opened the lock. We pushed the door, putting enough effort. But cursed was not opened, as if it were enchanted. We already wanted to leave, but suddenly, Nyumka accidentally pushed his hand supenku
bottom of the wall. And there, to our delight and surprise, they found a small bolt through which opened at last, the door entrance, do not be surprised in the catacombs. This door was made from the obscure to us the material and rotates on one axis. On these doors, we read only in the chivalry of the Middle Ages. Before we opened the tunnel. Led down a staircase with many steps. It was lighted with electric light, a slender row of lamps attached to the walls. I Nyumki fotoaprat was with him and all he had seen a picture. Go down, we vacillating, to understandably and I think that you would do just as well as in our age, when you only 13 years old. We closed the door, and latch on the steps, all carefully checked not inherit if we do. After that continued examination of the apartment, but not a long time. Nothing significant finding, closed the door and left.
When we were on the street, and went on a decent distance from the house, but is to be able to follow everything happening .. And waited. Approximately two hours later came Fyodor our Peter Ivanovich. With them was a stranger to us middle-aged man, not less than fifty. They went into the house. Some time later came Uncle Peter and the stranger. We Nyumkoy decided to track down him and tagged along behind them. Both turned the corner, said goodbye, and we followed the stranger. Cpustya some time he has led us to a strange house and disappeared into the gate. We have to wait a bit on the street, recorded the address and went home. At the end this difficult day. I asked Nyumku likely to show and print photos taken Fyodor. Then at home I began to think about what had happened, and understood by referring the similarity of our key from the well and Fedenev that he is familiar with the entrance into the well. And probably went there, and not once. And apparently was involved in the treasury of King Mithridates.
The next day after school, I went home and saw a police car at the gate and the building's residents, that something said. From them I learned news that occurred in our house. The apartment was found strangled that old grandmother Oksana, who helped us find Fyodor there on the flea market. She was strangled with a rope, last night
The neighbor went to the front of her, found out that, as usual, to inquire about her health. Having found her lifeless, with no signs of life on the floor, with a noose around his neck, she called the police. I ran to Peter Ivanovich report this terrible news. He opened the door and dragged me into the room and said: "I'm glad you came. I know everything. It is stifled by my grandmother, whom she identified, and this I think has not been without Fedin hands of criminals. Then he said that we should all be more careful so as not to startle. And in the beginning should get rid of the skeleton and bury it in the cemetery, as I willed my friend, who died in 1941 while on a military boat. And after his funeral, we turn to the police and tell everything. I told Uncle Pete everything seen in Fedina home. At this time, knock at the door. On the eve of a Nyumka. He saw us and handed it to Uncle Pete photos entrance to the catacombs, made Fedina apartment. Uncle Peter looked at pictures and said: "What luck that you did not drop down. You. acted very wisely. "And we agreed that he had been there after the burial of the skeleton. The same day, police interviewed several neighbors. But no one really knew anything. They took the dead woman unhappy with himself and a few days later buried in the cemetery. At the funeral of my grandmother Oksana Police invited a few residents of our house, old-timers.
Peter Ivanovich found a connection with the cemetery caretaker. Resskazal him about the will of his friend, and he agreed to provide him (skeleton) place in the cemetery, for a small fee. At the funeral of Peter Ivanovich, invited his close friends, including me Nyumkoy. The first time I saw a man being buried. Petro did not forget to invite the priest, who recommended the cemetery watchman.
I Nyumkoy stood near the grave, listened to the funeral memorial service, a prayer for the repose he looked at the closed coffin was a skeleton, and I was suddenly possessed terrible anguish about the past, a past life, and an unknown near and far future. And over all these pressed, not yet solve the mystery of murder - two skeletons, Oksana's grandmother, and a secret treasure Mithridates. I stood there and thought that this is our life. For her it is not necessary to give a penny. For me, this funeral was impressed than the appearance of the skeleton in the shape of the cast, about which I wrote.
But at the same time, by accident, not far from the graves of skeletons buried grandmother Oksana without honors. The priest was not invited to it.
When I stood at the grave of a skeleton, suddenly looked up and saw a man nearby, who watched us. I recognized him as an accomplice Uncle Fyodor, for which we Nyumkoy just watched. I otsepepil fear, and some eerie premonition. I realized that the matter is impure, and shepul Uncle Pete on vision. He stole a glance at Fedina friend told me to go and follow him. And be very careful. I walked away and disappeared for a number of standing monument, and began to watch. Within minutes, he stood still, and then began to move among the tombstones, seemed to me in the direction out of the cemetery. I quietly crept up behind him, hiding behind tombstones ..

Suddenly he stopped, turned around, apparently checking whether anyone is following him, and went to some monument. I stood next to him behind a large stone statue so close to him that he could observe all his actions. He leaned over to the tombstone, something seemed to me to check, found under the slab a rod, pulled his own hand, then rose, walked to the cross on the monument, and his hand pulled at him. And to my horror and curiosity saw the tombstone off the ground and opened the entrance to the cave. It reminds me the entrance to the dungeon scene from a fairy tale "Aladdin and the magic lamp. Tales from the Thousand and One Nights ". Then he sat down there, was busy. I could see only his back. After some time, got up, pulled himself up with his hands on the edge of the pit and is easily turned back on the ground. He closed his gravestone, setting it in place, again with his hand set in place the rod under the stove, glanced again at the sides and making sure that everything is clean, walked away. Behind him there was no need to go, because we already knew his place of residence, tracked him down a few days earlier. Then I waited a little, as shokirovanym from what he saw, and just wanted to come closer and examine this grave, when suddenly he heard a rustle behind him and someone shouted in my ear prozitelnym voice: AAAA ....... I fear and the surprise was almost lost consciousness, not opisyalsya, and not put in my pants. But there was laughter familiar voice Nyumki. He was sent to watch me Peter Ivanovich. And soon he himself has joined us. Seeing my condition, he began to hug me and say: "Well, it's all over. Be a man, and do not become limp. I finally came around and attacked with fists on Nyumku. And I managed to bite his ear. Pyotr razboronil us, and learned of the deed Nyumki, told him: "You've frightened him to death. But see, he is a hero and survived. We must all of us to follow an example. "I told Peter Ivanovich had seen and why not go for an accomplice to Fyodor. Then we came to a place where sobschnik Fyodor stopped and looked for something. But I said that he would push this tomb the stove and fell down. I have long considered a monument. It was a gravestone, and on it, and carved a cross, made of stone. Surprisingly, exactly, I saw in the catacombs, where we were faced with a huge snake, which fortunately were able to neutralize and destroy .
We moved away from the monument, well remember his location and started to discuss everything that had happened ..
Peter Ivanovich turned to me and asked me to speak. I replied that we are on the verge of opening secrets. But we need to immediately visit the catacombs, the entrance to which we have engaged with Fyodor Nyumkoy. Because there lies a great mystery, and I think it is associated with mysticism and will help us a lot to uncover. But first try to open this gravestone, and I think this is some sort of cache, and it conceals clue. Pyotr pointedly looked at me. He got up from their seats, and the three of us went up to the tombstone. I bent down and began feeling the bottom of her hand. Suddenly found a metal rod, lever, quietly leaving the small hole. By hand, I lifted him up and move. Pyotr pulled up his cross, located above the plate and to the surprise of all
Plate off the ground Then Peter Ivanovich put some more effort, and before we opened the tomb. She was a depth of not more than two meters. In it we saw a coffin made of wood. Earth was not there. It rested on a concrete floor. Peter Ivanovich fell down and opened the lid of the coffin. To our surprise, we saw what they needed. In the tomb were not large, hefty bag. Uncle Peter took one of them and opened it. We gasped. Sakvoyazh was full of gold coins, gold bullion. and other very valuable things. Uncle Peter has put the coffin in place. then we set gravestone, and I lowered the lever. Nyumka stood at the top with "nix.", Followed if anyone nearby. When it was all over, Peter Ivanovich took the bag, which was quite heavy, and we have to Nyumkoy not under force. After that we went to the cemetery. All the way to the house we are not talking. And only when found in the apartment of his uncle Peter, he turned to me and asked: "And now tell me how you realized that hiding in the grave, but it is buried treasure."
Peter Ivanovich poured all the contents of the bag on the floor. Besides the huge amount of gold coins and ingots of gold, there were precious ornaments of large diamonds, some ancient gold crowns, studded with large diamonds and emeralds. No words convey how much there was property. In total there was a large sum of dollars, which I saw for the first time in my life. Peter Ivanovich again embraced it look rich and said thoughtfully: "And what if that wealth does not belong to the king Mithradates, but simply stolen? "Well, what do you think about this?" asked Uncle Peter. At this time I went through the coin and suddenly came across a few with the image of King Mithridates, just like those in my home.
When Uncle Peter was convinced that among the treasures we found there is a coin king Mithridates, he decided to share these treasures into four parts. Two gave me one Nyumke, and one part he took himself. Petro said that it complied with the will of his friend, the groom of my sister Olga. This part of the treasure was willing to it. But since she died, then let this part of the treasure belongs to you, and in the face of the survivors of your families.
"And now," - continued Uncle Peter, "We need to prove that Fyodor gave your sister to the Germans." And for that we should again interview all the residents of our building, who were the house during akkupatsii and investigate who killed grandmother Oksana. "And I added that we should immediately visit again Fedina apartment and inspect the entrance to its catacombs. Then Uncle Peter divided between us treasure and very professionally, without any injuries. And in farewell, said: "Well, then. Now we are millionaires. Particularly he said. "And he pointed at me, smiling. And we are happy with Nyumkoy went home. His share of treasures I hid deep in hiding until better future times.
A few days later Peter Ivanovich asked neighbors. And some of them were willing to identify the caretaker of our home, which gave Olga the Germans. And one of them saw in the late evening as he cut a hanging rope, and carried into the basement. And she pointed to the basement where we hid from my mother in the bombing of the summer of 1941 .. .
This basement was the entrance to the catacombs, where began our search for the treasures of King Mithridates. Uncle Peter took all the written testimony of witnesses and statements to the police. We could only make the identification of the perpetrator. I was glad that the hour approaches capture and punish him, that traitor. In the evening Uncle Peter called me and Nyumku to visit the apartment, strangled grandmother Oksana. For eioy goal he brought with him all the necessary tools. We are quietly and cautiously climbed the evening on the second floor, and Uncle Peter deftly opened the front door, and we went to the apartment of the deceased. Everything here smelled some odd smell, or incense, or burnt candles, and the air was stale and it seemed to me that the apartment is still corpse of the deceased. We've included a battery powered lanterns and lit a sofa, table, chairs. We searched for any trace of either, which could leave the murderer suddenly Nyumka something noticed on the floor beside the sofa. He bent down, picked up a button with the matter and gave loskustkom found Peter Ivanovich, who examined the find, said: "I think that the button on the men's clothing and divorced grandmother Oksana resisting the murderer." Suddenly, Uncle Peter said that he had somewhere seen uprooted button. A figure and its shape is very familiar to him. Yes now remembered. I saw exactly the same buttons on Fedina laundered shirt, which hung on his rope and sushilas. " Then we decided to visit Fyodor and, most importantly, find out what lies behind the mysterious door. We turned the find into a handkerchief and left. The next day we planned all our actions. It was decided to make a drunkard and sleep Fyodor that we made.
A few days later we came to Fedina home. Uncle Peter came to him, and told us to wait and nowhere to go. Only without a hitch. Wait for my signal. " We waited about an hour. Suddenly he appeared, he called us and said: "Everything. Done." We went after him., Entered the apartment. Uncle Peter was firmly shut the front door and said that he drank a lot of Fyodor and quietly slipped it two servings of very strong sleeping pills, and a few minutes Fyodor disconnected. And then we saw it on the floor. His hands and his feet were, in any case, firmly bound with rope. We easily opened the door to the catacombs, and all three of us started dvigatssya down the stairs, illuminated by light from two sides. When we dropped down, we clearly heard down there singing, reminds us of the church prayers. Uncle Peter took out his pistol, but this was the weapon with the right to wear, a gift to him for his services in the navy, ever since the war. Soon we were at the bottom of the spacious room, which was lit torch light. These torches were attached to the walls, and were in a specially constructed cups. On the walls were various, frightening images similar to those we have seen in our catacombs in search of the treasures of Mithridates. This whole situation began to instill in me an incomprehensible sense of fear and horror. And then I wanted to go back to my mother, and my mermaid. In some places the walls were real skull, previously killed people in order to communicate with the devil that these killers caused her spells. And later I learned that we were in a veritable den of the sect. Sects Satanists.
The sounds of singing, prayers and incantations could hear us louder and louder. Soon they moved to the groans and shrieks. We have heard the words neodnokrano - Our Lord! mercy on us! Uncle Peter gave us a gesture, and we hid in the corner of this large, fearsome room. And he himself began to move towards these vocalizations many people. A few minutes later we heard a thunderous voice, and with it the heart-rending cries of people who are calling for help. At this time appeared Uncle Peter grabbed us and said, shaking with fear - there is the Devil himself, quickly leaving. And then we saw flames of fire, moving in our direction. We fled from all this nightmare and in minutes were upstairs in Fedina apartment, barely close the door. At Uncle Pete was not the person. So he was scared. We did this never seen, and were very surprised. Uncle Peter looked Fyodor's belongings and found a shirt with the buttons torn off, which found her grandmother Nyumka Oksana. We freed from the ropes connected Fyodor. and left his apartment. But we had to leave, when suddenly there was a loud explosion and flames enveloped Fedin apartment. We have accelerated their steps, turned the corner, and soon made it safely home. Saying goodbye, we asked Peter Ivanovich, what he thinks about all that had happened. He pointedly looked at us and said - who knows, who knows. In all there are the finger of God!. A few days later we learned that the house fire broke out and Fyodor burned alive. What happened there, and always remained a mystery. I told this story of his mother. Hearing my message, it priznesla - You see, there in the world
God is good. And after her words, I thought. For all the sins and crimes, sooner or later have to pay
After all experienced in this difficult day, I was very tired and went to bed much earlier. During the night I woke from some kind of rustling. And again I saw the shadow of adapting our already buried skeleton. He clearly expressed his gratitude for the fact that he was buried, and after panehidy and funerals, his soul has found, finally, eternal rest. Then he asked reburied, the remainder of the treasure from its hiding place of criminals in his grave, and it will protect him. And its part of the treasure you take care of, because someday, many years later, you will abandon forever this country and he'll come in handy. And I, if you want, in the difficult moments of your life will come and visit you. Then shadow bring Skeletal misalignment in the room, and disappeared without a trace. I fell asleep again, and when I woke up outside the window was noon.
I ran to Uncle Pete and told him about his vision. He listened to me attentively and said that he, too, was a skeleton of the night and asked the same thing. And then I realized that bringing exist in reality, as proof of this story Peter Ivanovich.:
''Do you remember yesterday when we were in a dungeon? So we got into a sect of Satanists in most of their hideout. Do you even know what risk we are all subjected themselves? We were there waiting nemenuemaya death. When I went forward, then saw something that is not possible to see in its worst nightmare, and it did not believe it. There was a huge cave, contains a lot of people. She cave was all in flames, but in the end of the wall was a real devil with a huge head, which protruded tremendous horns. His eyes shone like a searchlight .. His body was covered with scales shone It emits rays, which were unknown to the energy force of red - blue flame. On both sides of his swarmed fantastic creatures, which resemble large rats, which emitted a whistle in peremezhku with snoring. Instead of hands the devil twisted huge snake with monstrous heads, which swayed from side to side, emitting a jet of fire from his heinous language, ready to devour all life. And all this terrible picture of complementary naked people, which these creatures swallowed whole. There reigned unimaginable chaos and violence. I have never seen so much spilled human blood, even during the war .. When I noticed that the flames of fire moving in my direction, rushed to you. Only by chance, we all survived .. "When Peter Ivanovich finished his terrible story, I could not stand the breath. At last, recovering himself, he asked:" So all the people that are there dead?''''Yes, Fyodor this presupnik too. All the sins and crimes before God got a terrible punishment. "We both fell silent and thoughtful. Just before my departure we agreed perepryatat treasure from its hiding place of criminals in some other suitable place, and thus fulfill the request of the skeleton. In parting, he told me that this Sunday is the church, and offered to go with him. I told him: "And nothing that I am a Jew!? "Nothing," he said, all are equal before God, and God does not care who is a Jew and who is not!
The next day we took Nyumku, with his dog and went to the cemetery. Just like the first time revealed the hiding place of criminals and buried treasure in another better and secret place. There were treasures that are similar to those which we found in a cache the first time. We only took with them a fairly large sum of dollars, we found in bags, and some precious stones and gold coins. Arriving home, we are equally divided the extracted bogatsto, and swore to each other that forever, until the end of his days, keep the great secret of our hiding place and the treasures of King Mithridates 6 Eupator.
A day off Peter Ivanovich, as promised he took me to the Church of the Assumption. I am amazed at the grandeur and beauty of it. Nothing like this in my life I have never met. I was particularly struck by the rich oil painting walls. Icons of Christ the Savior and Mary vyzyvli in me a sense of humility. Everywhere candles burning, awakening in me pictures of my past and my future is unknown. I did not know that I have to survive, and it will depend my fate .. I turned my attention to the mourning Mary. It seemed to me that with a tear rolled down her eyes and poured on her robe, beautifully painted with gold. I took Uncle Petya's hand and quietly told him. Look, she cries. And he said .. she is mourning for the murdered and crucified our Lord Jesus. And before I saw Peter Ivanovich was distributing alms to the poor and unfortunate people, especially the disabled. Then he went with me to the altar and placed a candle for the skeleton, for all the victims friends and, of course, a separate candle for her Dr. Ruga Seeds, who died in battle there on the boat in 1941. And for my sister Olga, his bride . Peter Ivanovich gave me two candles and I put on the altar is also one of the slain relatives and the second for Olga and her fiance. . May their memory
After visiting the church on the way home, we discussed what to do with the second skeleton, because I became suspicious ...???????........
And you already have themselves begun to suspect, or dogadyvtsya, who was living with this skeleton !!?!?!!
But, in that distant time, about Ginetike whereby opedelyaetsya affiliation or belonging to it, could only dream of. I expressed my suspicion about the Skeleton Peter Ivanovich and asked for his consent, and once the decision to pass me and the skeleton, to help me secretly buried in the cemetery next to my uncle, the brother of my mother, who died recently of cancer. He gave his consent. A few days later, went with me to the cemetery where they buried my uncle, and received the consent of the superintendent at the funeral. We ordered a beautiful coffin, brought secretly skeleton, and buried him. Invited Rabe from the synagogue, who prayed for the souls, and in the grave, we threw two wedding rings as a symbol of eternal reunion of two loving hearts. Payment for funeral and memorial service mourning when he heard this sad story, we have refused to take. And after a while my mother along with my aunt wrote to his uncle on the monument the names of all the dead, burnt alive, dead relatives in the years of German akkupatsii Odessa. A monument to adorn name hanging Oli and her deceased husband Seeds, who was a friend of his uncle Petit. They strut and in our days. And their memory will live forever.

At the funeral, of course, attended by my inseparable friend Nyumka ..

But the names of all the victims:

Clara Gelman
1902 birth. The names of the parents of the Indus and Leiser (Lazarus). Was a housewife, her husband, Abraham, - the workers. Lived in Odessa. It was in 1942, burned alive in. 1942

Dressed Gelman
Born in 1896. The names of the parents of the Indus and Leiser (Lazarus). Was a housewife, her husband, Abraham, workers. Lived in Odessa. Was burned alive in 1942 with her mother, husband, son and sister in warehouses located in the area Tolbukhin. .

Trigub SAMUI SHULIMOVICH
Born in 1896 in a bold (Ukraine). Participated in the First World War. Since 1936, he was married to Mary Lazarovne Kalnitsky. He lived in Odessa, worked jeweler. Died heroically on Sept. 12, 1942 in the battles of Mozdok.
Olya Gelman
Born in 1921. Parents: Abraham and dressed Gelman. He lived in Odessa. Violinist. Was raped and hanged at his home on the street Zaslavsky 6 A.
Indus Gelman
1875 birth. Mother's Name - Rysya. From Odessa. Was a housewife, husband, Leiser, workers. It was burned alive in 1942 with her husband Abraham, her daughters and grandson.

Izzy Gelman
Born in 1918. Parents: Abraham and dressed Gelian. He lived in Odessa. He was a musician. Buried alive in 1942 with his parents, sister and other relatives in the warehouses, located in the area Tolbukhin.

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Trigub SAMUI SHULIMOVICH
Born in 1896 in a bold (Ukraine). Participated in the First World War. Since 1936, he was married to Mary Lazarovne Kalnitsky. He lived in Odessa, worked jeweler. Died heroically on Sept. 12, 1942 in the battles of Mozdok.

It has been 5 years. It was in 1956.
We noted an important event in my life. Day after high school. It was a hot summer. In our sports hall has been arranged a graduation ceremony and banquet. Was arranged not a big scene. It was hastily done, a big long table, covered with red cloth. Behind him sat on chairs in all of our teachers. In the center sat the director school. To the left of his head. Training part of Yakov Abramovich, nicknamed as you remember, "Dragon". Near attended teacher of physics, mathematics, prpodavateli Russian and Ukrainian language. A little further to the right, our first teacher Vikentiev Elena Levinton, which led us first through fourth grade. We were already adults, young men of promise, and came to the last time in school to say goodbye to youth, with our carefree, fun tricks, our teachers and our class. Before we opened the road to the vast expanses of life, control of which we were able to, and make decisions independently. .
The principal made a speech, then said Yakov Abramovich. They gave us farewell and very excited, because they remembered us shalunishkami, and now in front of them were fine young men. Headmaster with Yakov Abramovich awarded us a matriculation certificate, and'A Gold and Silver medals. Each vypustniku allowed to invite his girlfriend. And I, of course, took advantage of this opportunity and invited his Mermaid, which was a friend all these years, and often met. It has become a very beautiful girl. It was remarkably composed, about 90 - 60 -90.
She had luxurious black hair and regular features .. Elegant, beautiful ochertannye, slightly full lips, and beckoned to him for kisses. Oval, seductive crimson cheeks, chin and impressed observer. All the outlines of a person, especially her eyes, brown eyes, emitting kauyu something both innocent energy were worthy of initiation of the magnificent poetic lines. All the expression on her face told of the strength of character and perseverance in pursuing goals. A beautiful bust of Aphrodite, a very gentle, graceful outlines of hands and beautiful feet sprayed my imagination and dreams of even the most fervent incognizant my fantasies and desires. She was dressed in. fashionable at the time custom clothes with taste. And her graceful legs are decorated with beautiful, assorted dress shoes. And then I remembered the famous fairy tale "Cinderella" and presented my Mermaid itself. Only I was not the Prince, and graduate school and the owner of the secret treasures of the king of Pontus Mithridates 6 Eupator. My mermaid was erudite and witty girl. I introduced her to my school friends, which was previously heard much from me, and about our school pranks. Mermaid met malichikom, who threw in our "Englishwoman" cat with a hero units pins on the chairs to our teachers, and one girl, they called the bore of the consonant name. She summoned a teacher of mathematics Nisinblat David B. (We called him Davidkov) as nothing but''downer to the board. "We loved to watch as she stood and looked at the class, questioning eyes, waiting for clues. She was always confused X c Y and transfer them to go there where they should not be. And once she has lost X and could not find him. "Well there is X, and Zero is your zany" - has encouraged her Davidka under our chi-chi. "And he placed at the end of the equation zero, and Suddenly, everyone could see that the equation came together.. Then I danced with a mermaid, and the boys looked at me with envy, but then asked her the same. I have never ever told anyone about my adventures in search of treasures and mermaid too, because swore an oath to his friends, and because it was all''unexplainable, but a fact. " For the first time we tried to Champagne, which brought parents. Have fun, we climbed the Lesnica and the corridor came to our 10 B class. The last time we were seated on their desks. The boys sat down with the invited girls, and I, of course, with her nymphs, and began to recall all kinds of funny stories and antics of our childhood and early teenage years. Then we laughed till you drop. In our class was a boy, we called his hat, because of the name. He graduated with honors from the school, and in the future, he graduated from the Medical and became a gynecologist. So, one day, my friends from our class and we were inseparable 12 boys, strolled along the boulevard and a boy, his name Valera, argued that he napisyaet pocket hat and not laugh. The dispute took place for the money. No sooner said than done. We stood in a circle. Hat and Valera in the middle. And began. Valery took out his, well, you know what, put his hat in his pocket, asked us to observe the order and not laugh. The time has solemn silence. And then he napisyal hat full pocket. And to top it all, pulled from inside the sound, which is inconvenient to talk. And then we all burst irrepressible laughter. From what some of the boys wet my pants.
My mother first met with a mermaid at the graduation. Only when he saw her, she said that the mermaid is very similar to Olga, who died in the war.
• After graduation ball, our party went .. But it was only our unforgettable evening, and my Mermaid. And then the first time in my life, I explained to her, and as a token of love gave her locket - the coin of Mithradates 6 Eupator, king of Pontus, which was made a gold chain. I said: "Keep this talisman before the end of his days. He will bring you happiness." But then she did not know that this
night something happened that will change our lives. We kissed each other on the road, recognized each other in eternal love, but we were not alone, as if we were saying goodbye forever. Soon we came to her house and she kissed me goodbye, but suddenly he looked at me with anxious tenderness, and a great desire I had read in her eyes. I have never been intimate with a woman, and a sense of closeness with Mermaid inflamed me. Suddenly she said, trembling let's go up to me. I followed her went up the stairs. A sense of the unknown unknown future events tormented my soul. Here, I will suspend my story and come back to him after 24 years. .
After school, I enrolled in the College Building, which was located next to our house. And this helped me to Peter Ivanovich, who has been there, in college, great connections, because by the time he inspected the college on behalf of the fire inspection. And he put in a word for me. Not looking to pass the entrance exam without blat I was not able to do, but for those finishing school. Know why. The percentage of enrollment of our brother's fifth paragraph 5 percent
• It was in October 1980. I lived in Kiryat Yame in Israel. I came here with my mother. We lived in a small apartment near the blue sea, but not black. and the Mediterranean. This sea reminded me of my usual black sea, where I spent my childhood and youth. Once I was sitting on the beach, which was located next to our house, thinking about privratnostyah fate, and watched the tide. Waves incident on the hot sand, covered with foam, covered the sun, which was enough here for the promised land. I looked into the distance and thought about the benefits of possession. I could move in their memories back and forth, sharing a life lived on the strip., Lines. But in any case not ostanavlivtsya, because the stop was tantamount to falling into a deep well, similar to the one I met in the catacombs, but that has no bottom, and from which it is impossible to escape. And I went back to his memories. But while going to lead on current events.
A few days ago I met a woman, the wife of my friend, neighbor, of Kiryat Yama. They tied me to a rather chummy relationship. On the left, so his name was, I met a long time ago, through my friends, with whom he worked as an engineer in the municipality of Haifa. My friends and I sometimes visited a small restaurant, which sometimes went to dinner.

There, we relaxed a little, tasty eating, telling jokes, funny stories. One of my friends met Levu. It was a very likeable person, of our age. We, of course, a little drunk, and he began to boast of its main wealth, and said that there are mounted small balls. We do not believe. Then he pulled out of his pants his dignity and showed us. We are all dying with laughter. Then it turned out that Lev also lives in the seaside town of Kiryat Yame. After dinner I went with him and I remember he invited me to her and there, at his home, so I met his wife, Rima. It was a pretty woman, blonde. Her classes were pandering, gossips, divination, etc. Thus I became a friend of the family. So one day when we met her, and learn from me that I live with my mom, one without a wife, that Rome offered to introduce me to some woman who. just came to my mother from Minsk with his daughter. I agreed. Then in Rome told me that this woman not far from here teaches Hebrew, and soon the lesson to end. Maybe on the way we met her. We walked and walked, but Rome chattered with his tongue all kinds of nonsense. But suddenly stopped in Rome and said: "Well, here she is!" And I saw a woman walking towards us. Rome stopped, said hello and introduced us. She named herself simply Margaret. She was blonde, very pretty, even more than that. I looked into her eyes and suddenly remembered his young mermaid, which lost many years ago and it seemed to me forever. Margarita was remarkably similar to her. And I was not myself.
"I think we had met somewhere?" Do not you think? "But where?" I asked.
"How could this be, and how I could meet you, if you recently came from Minsk. Have you been to Minsk?"
I negative answer: "None." I said that I was from Odessa, and there in his youth, met and made friends with a girl named Mermaid., And she (Margaret), surprisingly it reminds me of. Then I asked Margarita if she visited in Odessa. I received a negative response. But what-ta shadow fell over. Her face. She tried to, something to remember. And suddenly told me that she had a feeling if I had somewhere seen. "But where?"
We went into a cafe. We sat, chatted for a while. Then spent Margarita to her house. She lived not podaleku from me. She showed the front door of the house and said that he lives on the 4. In the evening we agreed to meet. When I left, Rome said to me that Margarita is very good and nice. woman, only she was not lucky .. She came to her mother with her daughter. But found his mother very sick. In the evening we met. She was very cheerful and not be weary woman, despite all the hardships of life. I listened to her funny stories, songs that she sang to me with his magnificent voice, and felt it his mermaid. I suddenly noticed her ability to transform and remembered that she had once dreamed of becoming an actress. I told her about it. Margaret replied that he knows, because many people say to her about it. I started telling her jokes, I missed them. She roared with laughter, holding his stomach, squatting, and repeated: "Oh, I can not." . Then I remembered that I just laughed my mermaid. Then Margaret asked me to tell you about the girl with whom I was friendly, the mermaid.
We sat on the bench and I told her the story of the Mermaid, his boundless love for her, and our first intimacy. As after the school dance, we strolled through the streets, kissing and recognized each other in eternal love and took an oath of allegiance. Then happened, I went on, then both innocent and magical, which is impossible to describe any words. She invited me to her, and she wanted it. For the first time I visited her home. It had a separate, relatively spacious and comfortable room. I was struck by a large bookcase with a lot of subions. Against the wall stood a wide and very comfortable krovat.Ya shy, stood variable from foot to foot, did not know what to do. She approached me, embraced and began to give his warm, extraordinary and unforgettable kisses. Mermaid beginning of the first to undress me, prdolzhaya kiss. I followed her example and did the same thing. Soon we were completely naked, like Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. We lay on the bed and mermaid whispered: "My life, take, take me, I'm forever yours." In her eyes filled with tears. I felt an extraordinary feeling of happiness and more incognizant desire, which is impossible to convey. Can not describe it first oobladaniya our sense of each other, and no poetry, no matter how talented, could not express it. We both ispili then until the end of the cup of our great love, like a grail, which gives eternal youth and immortality. Then he lay down, hugging each other, feeling a surge of renewed desire. After this unforgettable night of love on the next day I went to the Mermaid, but in vain, I desperately knocking on the door, and then waited on the street all day. The mermaid did not appear. Then I called her the next day, but in vain. I have many days went to her house. Once he asked one of his neighbors: "You do not know where it can be a mermaid?" "Well, where is the course to the sea." - They answered. A hand fingers made famous sign - "The guy with a greeting. At this time I was preparing for entrance exams to college, and preparing all necessary documents. Only a month later I returned to the Mermaid home. I opened an unknown woman and said that she does not know the Mermaid, and residents of the apartment have moved, and she незнает where. When I told this story about a woman with a mermaid, she replied that genuinely sympathetic, but unfortunately does not help mozhe. I am saddened returned home, thinking only of his Mermaid, hoping and trusting to the depth of my heart that she would find me. But time passed, the days passed, they were composed in the months and then in years, but the mermaid is not obyavlyalas.Ya many years longing for her, for my nymphs, and all our history has become a mere illusion. I began to think that with her that something had happened, because at heart he believed that the mermaid could not do this to me and always leave me. Well, that was then, said Margaret, you found it Unfortunately not. But all my life I was searching for her, her mermaid, but, alas, unfortunately did not find one. Then my whole zhozn was "not in that steppe. He was married 2 times, but unsuccessfully. Edenstvennoe what luck, it's education. Stroitelky graduated from college, then the institute. He worked in construction in Belgorod - Dnestrovsk and Odessa. And in 1974, arrived in Israel. I work here as an engineer in the municipality. Haifa. And now here poznakomilya with you, and you remind me of my image Mermaid. We both fell silent. ..
Suddenly Margarita looked into my eyes and said: "And I want your Mermaid?" She was very impressed and rasstrogana my history. I took her hand and said that he agrees. The next day she invited me to his guests. Then she told me about himself. She lived in Minsk, one with a daughter who has grown up and is already 23 years old. Now she is walking with her boyfriend. She had a friend who was very fond, but which split in the circumstances. In recent years, she lived in the financial problems so she moved to Israel. Obtain a temporary apartment, and now teaches Hebrew. From her story I realized something important for yourself. Her daughter was born in 1957 in Minsk. I asked Margarita, where he was until 1957. She told me, "of course in Minsk, and where else." Then I asked another question "neither here nor there and, if she remembered her school. Margaret said that does not remember anything and did not remember how strange about his childhood, and what to remember when she had enough to eat a lot of current issues here in Izraile.A FUTURE subsequent conversations with her I found that quite Margarita no memory of the past, until the birth of her daughter.
The next day I bought a lot of products and went to Margarita. We have built a banquet in honor of our friendship .. There just was not tasty things on the table. We raised a toast to our health, and suddenly heard a knock at the door. Margarita opened, and the room zaparhnula girl. Just looking at her I realized that it was his daughter Margaret. It was surprisingly similar to their mat.Eto had spilled a copy of the Mermaid, which I lost many years ago. And Margaret introduced us. It is hard to describe what I experienced in those moments. Soon I was waiting for a second surprise. Margaret put the plate, brought from Minsk, his favorite dance tunes. And invited me to dance. We started dancing. Suddenly I saw her neck a thin chain. Her blouse on the top button unbuttoned, and a chain, I saw a medallion - a coin. I told her that I had seen somewhere, something like that. And Margaret showed me the coin closer. And to my great surprise, I saw the image on the coin is the king of Pontus Mithridates 6 Eupator. Doubts could be, because this one-are in the Louvre, the second at the Mermaid, and the third from me. Learning the truth I was not myself, and the mermaids had to bring me a glass of water. She then asked me what was wrong. I leaned back on the couch and quietly, softly whispered "The Little Mermaid, my, my beloved." And once again I found myself on the line of his life lived, where he had to go forward only and do not stop, otomu that somewhere near a gaping black hole of the well without a bottom, which meant a drop in apparent DEATH. Or you can go back, but there was no road.
And that evening I stayed at the Mermaid. Remained forever. And somehow, she told me: "You can not imagine what I can be good!"
But for a long time she could not forget her lover, who stayed there in Odessa. I date the birth of her daughter has calculated the approximate date of conception, and I suspect that she is my daughter, too, and my Mermaid. But as it was possible to prove it, when DNA testing began to make sense in America in the late 80's.
And then I remembered his childhood friend Nyumke. He also visited me at school graduation and was familiar with my mermaid. Nyumke also liked her, and I heard his frequent ecstasies and admiration for her. Nyumka also mourned its disappearance and expressed to me his jaws sympathy and understanding. But he soon left for the North and entered the Institute of Medicine. 5 years after the successful completion returned to Odessa and worked in the field Ginetiki, when at the dawn of her first shoots appear. With him, I sometimes saw. We remember the past, our successful search for treasures .. He once told me that the same suspect, as I do, that the second skeleton of the well was once my sister and not far away the moment when scientists will be able to blood and bones indefitsirovat biological objects. And he told me the secret that he then took a piece of bone from the skull of the skeleton of my sister Oli .. Because in the future, science will be able to prove that the skeleton belonged to her, this is possible.
In 1974 Nyumka, Peter Ivanovich, including many of my friends accompanied me to Israel. And to the best of my knowledge, a few years after my departure Nyumka traveled to America, where he now works in a large research center Genetic studies.
In America at that time lived my cousin Rita. That her mother died during the Second World War in German-occupied Odessa, when crowds of Jews led to the destruction of Domanevka. And Rita has saved a farmer, who took her from asking for the salvation of his daughter's mother. This is a sad story, which is very sad to remember. After the war, Rita's father found his daughter, remarried, and they all lived in our house.
So I contacted the phone with Rita and asked her to find out and tell me the address Nyumki. And my sister, Rita knew him too well, because we all grew up in the same house.
Time passed quickly. I have used the funds he had brought from Russia to Israel, set up his construction company, has received a lot of contract work in the area of Tel - Aviv, where we Mermaid bought his own apartment and a car. Some time later I received from Nyumki a welcome message. And soon he came to visit me and see me. We. with Mermaid staged in honor of my childhood friend unforgettable reception. We had not seen each other for 8 long years. Nyumka, having become acquainted with Marguerite, told me that he was somewhere he knows it, but can not remember nothing. Then,. learn that she was from Minsk, never was asked whether Margaret in Odessa. I made a friend with his hand and we moved the conversation to another topic. Nyumka wondered that with my mom. I said it all vporyadke and we Margarita it was frequently visited, and sometimes my mom is coming to us. Then I found a good time and said that I needed to talk with him. Nyumka turned to Margarita with delicate request: "Can your permission to let your husband for an hour prgulyatsya with me?" "A man's secrets," said Margarita joking. "Well go on, but not for long."
We went out and found a bench in a park near our house, Iya told him its history. In the end I told him that I suspect that the daughter Mermaid our joint, and according to this and my daughter, too. And can the analysis to determine paternity? Here Nyumka told me the floor. DNA
Nyumka continued: "Tell a friend, if she remembered whether it is your love story?" "No, I said, she remembers nothing from the day of birth until the birth of his daughter to marta1957goda." Well, my marriage even though she remembers, for example, day, month, last year? "In my opinion no. Well, you know," said Nyumka We have here a case of partial amnesia. Do your Mermaid is a violation of the brain, completely erased the memory from childhood to 1957goda. I do not think it could be restored. And it will change, because you told her the story of his love for the Mermaid, and she agreed it to be. You live with it vlyubvi and harmony. So what she remembered that there was in Russia. Leave everything for his memoirs. But I'll take you material for DNA and have your mom too.
Nyumka the next day went with me and mermaids in Kiryat Yam, and took my mother's blood for analysis, and put a tube in a specially brought from America, they freeze up.
My mom Nyumku immediately recognized, and told us about our pranks, which we long ago forgot. A mermaid, and we Nyumkoy laughed, as they say, to the premises. And there, far away, my grandmother was visiting Little Mermaid, which soon came to us, we introduced her to Nyumkoy. Then Nyumka understand why I want to do DNA analysis. Yes it is an exact copy of this Mermaid, said Nyumka. And suddenly she cried the first time: Daddy, Daddy, what he says, this man ..
I looked at the mermaid. She was crying softly .. Nyumka took a blood test two Ruslok, mother and daughter. Soon we. parted with my mom and went home in Tel Aviv. Nyumka invited us in America, and my mother too. And a few day we made it to the airport, taking his word that he will go and see us often. And he joked to the two-mermaid-bound.
And we continued to live with a mermaid in love and harmony. Often I have dedicated poems to her, and loved, as she reads them with great enthusiasm.
And here is one of them, written in the early days zakomstva, and sunken into her soul:
Flower Fields nevi Daisy
You grew up among strangers, and weeds
Called in early childhood simply Ritka
Had a fierce and proud disposition.

You picked a rogue
And kissed the lovely petals
Then he threw in someone's evil menagerie
The scatter of delicate fine sheets

Leaflets lay quivering in the throes
They asked me to drink, but nebylo water
Around wagged, howling Females
And nebylo salvation from trouble

But the accident suddenly descended Wind
Leaflets claimed in distant parts
Where there is no winter, but only Good Evening
There were the gates of God's paradise.

At the edge of another's why you noticed
Sobral votselo again magic sheets
And once again shone Daisy
Throwing gently poet petals

2008-11-20

ISRAEL

TRIGUB LEONID