Dar Twins

By Olexandr Ptashkogray

Here you would have traded on the Paris American heartland? I traded. Moreover, it is voluntary! However, did not understand why. But if the "intuition" says it is necessary, therefore, you can not ask questions - or going, or until the end of days will be cut. So I got in Mystic Hole - perfect place to raise grandchildren and prosperity of small businesses and crafts of a very patient maniac ...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Olexandr Ptashkogray
• Release date: Mar 4, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310951909

Olexandr Ptashkogray

Hometown:Weimar (Germany)Personal priority:Family and childrenImportant in others:Humor and love for lifeI thank you and that reading the books, I wish to enjoy it and learn a lot of interesting things!Best regards O.P .

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Here you would have traded on the Paris American heartland? I traded. Moreover, it is voluntary! However, did not understand why. But if the intuition says it is necessary, therefore, you can not ask questions - or going, or until the end of days will be cut. So I got in Mystic Hole - perfect place to raise grandchildren and prosperity of small businesses and crafts of a very patient maniac ...

Not all vampire blood a bottle

Prologue

So many years have passed since I dismiss this place. At first I really wanted to come here. Then promised myself that never do. And now I break a promise. I just know it's right. Right now I need this place, and it is at this very moment I need the air. Over the years, we, like two lovers hearts have found each other. What a comedy ...

Pressing his forehead against the glass of his newly acquired Peugeot me, unblinking, staring at Mystic Hole surrounding forest. In America, there is generally a wonderful favor to the word Mystic. Mystic Hill, Mystic Hall, Mystic Home. Wherever you look - one big magic. Tiny, lost on the city map, like twin brothers equally meet the visitors three to five kilometers of excellent roads through dense, literally centuries-old forest. Here, as in the Wild West in 1850 Tide, full autonomy: its own hospital, a school, a sheriff, its shops, laundries, garages, and if you search well, then your factory for the production of which is unknown, but giving work half the male population of the city . According to the rules of the genre, the plant will soon have to close, people are a little pobuntovat and disperse, and the forest slowly, over a tree sapling, grab the abandoned territory.

Well, at least, it is typical for most cities in Mystic. And this here, contrary to tradition, it is worth the third century. And the people, instead of running away in a huge metropolis, a thin trickle flocking there in those quiet, peaceful place. Who wants to raise children here, who meet the long-awaited retirement surrounded by cucumbers and parsley, and someone just like that, trying to escape from the hustle and bustle. The climate is good, the weather is warm, the rain sometimes, as well - a paradise on earth.

Finally, we show the first houses. Very neat, low, only two or three floors, standard houses in the North American style. Around - clean cleaned lawns, small pools, children's swings, barbecue. All for a comfortable life of a person with average incomes.

- Your home on the outskirts, Madam, - Magda glanced in the rearview mirror again and stared at the road. I do not know anyone who drove the car to be more cautious than she. If for some reason I could not see in the mirror, I can bet anything that Magda or would sit still and do not make any attempt to turn around or moved out to the wayside, put around a hundred tablets, lit all possible lights and lamps, and then turned to me.

- Yes, you're right - I nodded, looking up for a moment from the contemplation of the surrounding area. - Let's not call in to the city. Today it is too late for tours.

I looked down at her hands in lace gloves and smiled. When the morning we left Paris, the clothes seemed appropriate. And only now, looking at the low houses Mystic Hole, I realized what it will seem exotic locals bright red trouser suit and hat with veil.

- We came, Madam, - Magda got out and opened the door for me. I just smiled. This woman was my housekeeper for fifteen years. Soon it will be my turn to open the door and help her out of the car. Yes, and it will have to ride in the passenger seat behind - at her physique and appetite after five years the driver's seat will be too little.

Magda opened the trunk and pulled out one by one three suitcases. Two of them were her, and only one, the smallest, belonged to me.

- Let me help!

- No, no, that's you! - Blushed housekeeper.

- Magda - I shook my head. - You know, I did not seriously.

Indeed, her two suitcases stuffed with clothing, cosmetics and our Parisian terribly expensive sets, were almost weightless in my hands.

Skipping Magda's house, I brought it her things, asked to carry their luggage in the room intended for me and for a moment turned in the doorway. Breathed deeply, looked around the driveway, forest, which began immediately after her, and then went into the house. For a moment it seemed to me that because of the distant tree in the dark yellow flashed a curious look. But he was gone faster than I could understand whether me someone is watching, or is it a figment of my imagination get up to mischief.

However, no one was going to climb at night in the bush and to hold accountable the uninvited (and most likely also fictional) guest. I closed the door and looked around the house. After the Paris apartment is more than just seemed like ... hmm ... a two-story, quite spacious American suburban house. What can I add? Walls are punched his fist, and the question of sound insulation seems never ascended. Home decoration engaged Magda, but all the furniture was purchased, from local shops. It seems that my housekeeper cleaned swept the local antique shops. From the new house was only a technique.

I sighed. Somehow Magda piously believed that I want to live surrounded by old, well, just the same old things. On the other hand, I never persuade her otherwise. Probably because, in general, I do not care. There are very few household items, for whom I have a warm feeling. And it's not exactly a regular mirror in the next building which on account of the city.

- What will I do tomorrow?

- Madam, tomorrow - your first day at school - Magda, already in an apron, solemnly lifted up ladle. - Want something special for breakfast?

- Thank you - I giggled. - But after today's journey you would not hurt to get some sleep.

Housekeeper wrinkled her nose, sniffed and lowered shoulders, acknowledging that I was right.

- You go tomorrow to school on his new car?

- Yes, - I took off the gloves and put them on the bedside table in the hallway. Tomorrow they will be found in this very place, even if the city is to visit typhoon. It's one of the nice things about Magda. She never finds the best place for things and not their shifts without permission. - During the time we lived in Paris, I fell in love with Peugeot. Thank you for having ordered here the same machine.

Housekeeper smiled.

- I put a map of the city in the glove compartment.

- Thank U. Then I can handle myself. You're free today. Well again, Magda.

- Your room is on the second floor, as you requested. The second corridor on the right. Corner.

- Yes I Am. You did absolutely correct. This lovely house.

- Thank you, Madam. Good night.

The house was really perfect. I do not know who could cope better with finding accommodation for me. To make it to the best of elegant and quite modest, but on the outskirts and in the suburbs, near the forest and near the lake ... Yes, these requirements will result in the horror of any realtor. Well, so much nicer to realize what a treasure in the person I was lucky to have Magda.

Part 1 Start from scratch, and you will bring to the boil

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- Damn it! Lacked the first day late for school!

I rushed across the room, cursing under his breath and throwing his meager wardrobe. About luncheon speech is not going - well, if you have time to stuff into the mouth piece of yesterday's pizza, and then - dozhevyvat have on the road. Succeeding morning for five outfits, I have not figured out what to stop. One was too outspoken. So that the label Children under sixteen - Walking past! seemed quite superfluous. The second - an old-fashioned, and the third - all in a subject as sweaters are in the best case are very cold in winter, and not at the beginning of September.

- Okay, persuaded, - I said to a blouse and skirt, chaotic decomposition on the bed. Skirt barely covered at hand, sorry, back, blouse and so contracts to a chest that it was difficult to breathe, not that raise a hand or bend over ... However, to lean in my situation was generally not desirable.

- I hope you somehow remedy the situation - I hissed, pulling gently thin as gossamer, white socks. Hair elastics pulled in two places and thus avoid the need to weave braid. Turned out pretty nice low tail, though, if we apply the imagination, he looked more like a sausage product, with ropes on the two ends.

- Damn, I know of someone today would laugh at school! - I concluded, glancing at herself in the mirror and have nothing to hesitate, jumped into the sandals. With my height in partial meter sixty, I wore shoes only on the heel. Today she made me look like a mega star of adult films.

- To complete the image of only the pink Cadillac is not enough - I muttered, turning the key in his brand-new white Peugeot. How I managed to fly to the school parking lot to call - only God knows.

And then I walked into the building. Well ... furor, that's for sure. At some point, in the car, I realized that there is nothing more to lose, did face cloth, raised nose and a measured pace, proceeded to the library. If I'm late because of the fact that the choice of the book, I just - it is checked. Get more books, almost without looking at it, what state they are, and whether, in principle, I took a list of its classes with room number and went to chemistry.

When he saw me in the doorway, the teacher choked breath and shaking hand wiped the sweat from his forehead.

- I can not get used to what you already graduates - trying to somehow fix the situation, he issued. - Class! From now until the end of the year with us will learn a new student ... uh ... Silvia Conti. She ... uh ... Yesterday came from France ... But I think it is ... and she us all about yourself talk.

I finally admitted to the audience. The reaction of the audience was about the same as a teacher: the main feature - eyes bulging.

- What? - Asked finally some nice girl impressive size of the first batch - now in France all dress like?

- Of course not - I laughed its characteristic deep laugh (worse still will not) - only in Paris.

It seems that the girl twisted.

- Sylvia - once again attracted the attention of the teacher. He probably decided to keep me in front of a class full of raging hormones, simply unsafe: - You can take free space.

I looked around the room. Vacant lots were few. I liked the last in the left lane, and especially the fact that she was completely free - no partners experience, all beakers at my disposal. No, in fact, did not want to respond to the whole lesson unobtrusive questions classmates.

In addition, the desk stood at the window, and if the chemistry will be as uninteresting as in the previous school, you can even explore the sights of the school yard.

Suddenly, the front door creaked.

- Oh! Mr. Joel! Thank you for helping us honor of seeing you today! Sit down, or so - mileage?

I do not even pay attention to who appeared guy until close to my books fell leather purse. Yeah yeah. Not a sports backpack, school bag is not, but the real purse. Mr. Joel was not only the welcome the guy in the classroom, according to the teacher, but also thereby neighbor's party, without which I would have happily lived.

- This hair color suits you - suddenly whispered in my ear. - Long picked up the paint? - I like a girl, it opened its already large eyes and almost slapped across the face. Time has come round. After my slaps his teeth would have to collect the whole school.

- I do not dye my hair - I said calmly as possible and in any case, resettled closer to the window.

The guy looked at my manipulations with a chair, sarcastically smirked and turned to the teacher. I still blazing with righteous anger, followed suit. Wow! Paint hair! He would take me another blonde has called! Yes, I have one of a kind, unique by nature color! Silver, like lunar symphony ...

Well, Sylvia, relax and forget. This guy is not worth your nerves. Another school hunk thinks he can do anything. Life has not hit him with a shovel on the back, and you're not the one who starts it. Otherwise, then not be able to surprise. And now, pricked up his ears a minute and focus on chemistry.

Two subsequent lesson, I got acquainted with teachers, to solve the problem, try to remember the location of offices and formulas that they studied, sidelong glances at his classmates and sad. When you're the type of no more than twenty, the school becomes an integral part of life, and much of her life that is to say, a burden.

Big change came as the Spring Festival at the North Pole. Even the guys at the last desk stopped whispering about the size of my bust (got so that I was ready to turn around and tell the called number) and excitedly looked at the big clock over the school board. Exactly one hour fifteen together with the call flow of students rushed to the school yard. I checked the schedule today still had to go through physical education and foreign literature. On this last concern was not, but exercise ... Okay, that form I bring with me not guessed, it will be possible to think after half an hour of blissful idleness.

I went down to the first floor, the dining room, took a tray, gather up there bun, salad and spoon some light green liquid sauce, found a separate table and began to pick the book. Half could immediately take the back: something I read earlier, another - is hopelessly out of date, and do something to teach in schools was impossible, how to read the classics in translation I thought blasphemy.

- Not used?

On the contrary, still smiling wryly, was sitting Mr. Joel. I allowed myself to cast his gaze, pretending to diligently chew a piece of bread rolls. Yes ... the boy had good looks, which would allow him to make a great career in advertising. Some cologne, for example, that women swoon and begin frantically tearing off her clothes. Dark hair, slightly longer than usual, in carefully planned disorder bristled in all directions. Clean-shaven cheeks pleased perfectly smooth skin. And the face itself was a regular shape that I wanted to draw a portrait of him. I even caught myself on the fact that I drive a finger on the table, follow the contours of his high cheekbones and a pronounced chin. Stout little boy lips all the time curves in the smirk. Sometimes he would raise too much left corner of his mouth, and then were visible white teeth. Because of this habit of his perfect features distorted, and beauty becomes what is wrong, evil. As if the whole face was a bit skewed to one side. And even blinked his left eye was more right.

- You wear lenses? - Suddenly blurted out. The guy laughed, but did not answer. No, if you look closely, it becomes clear that the lens was not. But his eyes, despite the fact that the hair, eyebrows and eyelashes were dark blond, almost black, were bright green. Emerald. I saw such an eye for the first time in my life.

- You too amazing, - smirked at my neighbor's table.

I shrugged in response. Yes, indeed, it is. But a lot of beautiful women. Previously, to cosmetics to plastic surgeons, to wigs and overhead busts, I could be considered a beauty. Now any gray mouse seems more exotic than srebrovolosaya busty petite girl with violet eyes.

Oh! And here is the first evidence was.

To my table ran one of the potential school beauty queens. Tall, skinny anorexic, with well-groomed blond hair and puffy lips.

- Hi, Walton, - she cooed softly Kosorotov boy and then turned to me: - You - brand new, right? Well. We will soon pass the annual charity event in a bikini car wash. Do you even know what it is? In general, Take this, read. It would be nice if also participated. So far, Walton.

I looked after her and launched a leaflet left. Hmm ... I think I now know where exactly would fit my current outfit.

- Erotic car wash can be somewhat shocking at first - Walton gently pulled a piece of paper from my fingers and leaned even lower. Damn it, and when he did have time to move up a chair? - Maybe I will hold you for a private tour of our wonderful city? What are you doing tonight?

- Problems in inorganic chemistry - I blurted out. And more confidently continued: - Then I will understand the problem by Newton's second law, then, I think, read a little Esenina. I like, you know, enjoy the classics of Russian literature. In the original.

On this high note, I picked up the book and went (almost ran, if absolutely honest) to search for the gym.

Well, what can I say - Training has always been a very special task. When me and all such beautiful heels saw shkafoobraznaya bearded teacher that a student of the eye is called Madame Orangutan I thought it enough kick. I was given the worst shape and forced to run hardly cross the longest in my life. To meet the needs of the Gestapo Madam I even feigned fatigue. It's a pity pot and has not appeared. It is easier to squeeze out a tear, than get to work these naughty axillary glands.

But the literature I was cheerful and happy, in contrast to those beauties who are not lucky enough to take a shower with me. This is understandable, since my form can bring to the tantrums even Miss United States.

In the last lesson, we met again. At this time, Walton was not late, and even invited me to sit down, because for some reason (the girl behind him walked herds), the lessons he, like me, prefer to sit alone. Well. At this time, I also did not change their habits and ignoring the invitation, sat in another row.

While the teacher was telling something entertaining for sure about Dante and his Divine Comedy, I decided for the overall development to read at least a few chapters of The Old Man and the Sea Hemingway. Not that I did not read it before, just could not identify the episode, after which the novel the reader in understanding become great. And, of course, the teacher chose the worst possible moment to pay attention to me:

- Maybe you want to tell us anything about the third round, Ms. Conti?

Yes, what I mean! Of course I can! Excuse me, which is a circle?

And so it spoils the reputation. Teacher rolled his eyes and clasped his hands. Well, he's not supposed to know that I re-read four times Comedy ..., the latter two times - in Latin. And I'm almost at the memory could quote a song he needed if he deigned to repeat the lap number. But before I could defend my honor, intervened impish boy:

- Looks like Esenina together tonight someone will have to assign a date of Dante. It is a pity, of course. Read the original Russian literature, perhaps more interesting.

And the teacher, the villain, he decided to support it:

- Miss Conti interested in Russian poetry? Yes, and read it in the original? Do you want to show the class their achievements in this field?

Seething with anger, I shrugged, stood up and turned to Walton, quoted the first thing that came to mind:

- Fall rotten long since came, shit birds begin to peck at the old fence crow shit ... Well, the weather, itit your mother!

The class applauded. No word did not understand, since I really read Russian, but the verse apparently liked. The teacher who was undoubtedly strong in literature in general and syllable Esenina learned, but it is not familiar with the Russian language as such, too, was pleased:

- You studied Russian before?

- I lived for some time in Russia. My grandmother from St. Petersburg, - I replied with dignity. Easy to talk nicely, if not you need to tell the whole truth. And just sitting down at the table and throwing only a cursory glance at Walton, I caught a glimpse of his stunned face. Then I thought that I could still surprise him. But I dared not even imagine, what it was.

2 In the course of the exchange of courtesies, did not even notice how skipped the first blow ... M. Mamchich

- How's your first day at school?

I threw the book on the coffee table and fell on the sofa, legs outstretched. Sofa creaked suspiciously. I wonder how many generations of the same, as we are fans of the rare book he kept at his leaky pads?

- Normally, Magda. All schools in the world have a common drawback - there all the time necessary to learn.

- Well, - the housekeeper came out of the kitchen with the aroma of spices and lemon - if you get used to it? For dinner will duck Peking, cottage cheese casserole and plum pudding.

- As in the best restaurants - I smiled. - And ... you add cinnamon in the pie?

- No, thank you! I know you do not like it. Just ... - Magda noticeably embarrassed. - Today, our neighbors came and brought some homemade cookies.

- I Get It. Do not worry about it. Most likely, this is just another stupid American tradition. How erotic car wash, for example.

- What's that?

- Forget It. However, in some ways you're right: caution never hurts. Today I'll drop itself to the neighbors. Just in case. I need something good to eat.

- Duck will not give.

- Well, I think in this case more suitable casserole.

- They brought the usual oatmeal cookies! Do you know what you relax while, and by six in the evening I'll make some neutral dessert.

- Agreed - I got up and went to his room. Yesterday I did not have it as a possibility to consider.

In any house of any design I always ask for a corner room itself. This is due, in fact, is very simple - you appear not only an opportunity to keep an eye on the two sides of the house, but in the case of an emergency there is a choice of two boundless simultaneously from the street window to escape. Of course, it would be great if one side only came out a window, and the second - and even a balcony. But it's just an aesthetic whim. It can not ignore.

And yet in this room was a window, and a small carved balconies. There's hardly a frame will fit two people, let alone to put a rocking chair or bookcase for cascading flowers. In general, it is absolutely useless extension. Probably, according to the architect, it gave the house a semblance of grace, like a little porcelain lid on a huge iron samovar.

The window looked out over the forest and had a large, comfortable seating, a window sill. I do not know who, but I just love to read, with a stay in the most unexpected places. Sills was one of them.

The bed was also a gigantic size and occupied almost a third of the room. She neatly together between the window and balcony, thus, apparently trying to protect his mistress from the fire in the street. But who will suffer in the event of an attack in the first place, so it's a tremendous undoubtedly ancient and very expensive mirror. It was hideous dark brown, as if the earth had been in the society of worms for at least a couple of years. All my clothes, including cosmetics, ammunition for riding and a set of bed linen changed