Anna called Stepan see the ear of rye.
Stepan took a hammer and nazubrenny, zalomiv kartuz, I followed Anna.
- What do you think? - she asked him.
- I do not know, - silently shook his head and buttoned weakened belt.
- I do not know either, - she said, and hung her head.
Entered Mezhuyev, and her bare feet sank into the soft Reseda.
- a good harvest, - I said,, tearing the ear, Stepan. - After the juice is seen, vish, as a foam.
Anna reached for the blue and cornflower, slipping with boundaries, drowned, wrapped in rye.
- Seek, - she shouted Stepan and crawled to a neighboring stake.
- Where are you? - smiling, ascended Stepan.
- Au, - rang her chest voice.
- That'll take and I will tear your eyes, - he smiled, ee planted on his knees. - pluck and to the heart of gags. They are blue cornflowers you.
- Do not talk in vain, - she pinched his lips with his hand. - After I go blind if.
- I'll drive you, - he otslonyal her hand, - wear a handbag, podozhochek Hew, a guide will go to knock at the window: Submit, breakwater, Annushka bitter, who sat thirty-three years over the dead beloved and wept ochenki.
In the evening Anisim rode home without his cap and verkhovik, throwing the reins, untethered, vbezhal in house.
- Stepan, - he shouted from the doorway, - quickly, mother dies!
Stepan put on his cap and ran into the hall.
- Weather, - he cried, - be in touch now!.
Horses pylili and then sprayed foam.
When they rode into the village, they saw, that the hut was Popov cabriolet.
The hut smelled of wax, kopotlivoy of burning incense and incense.
Akulina lying on the front bench. her eyes, like sewn in a hollow water, tropyhalis.
Stepan crossed himself and went to his mother.
Mother stood in silence and wept.
- Stepan, - she croaked, - Do not Break the Bear…
Yellow candle trembled in her hands and fell to the shroud.
One remained Anna. Anisim dismounted from the furnace, I put on an old robe, and shuffled off to the gathering. She leaned on the window sill and thought. heard, how thinly vzvenivala sedge river and somewhere I nayanno booze Buchan.
"One, All alone, - vortices in her mind a thought, - in-law into the grave looks, and Stepan own family, his and pulls back.
Now, He died as a mother, marry will remain at home. May be, I would have stayed, if not Bear… Teenager, epileptic… him without Stepan living grave.
God bless him, - she wondered, - let him do, as he wants ". In her heart was a quiet humility, she knew, the pain, which stirs the heart, will soon pass, and all will go in a new direction.
By the window came the carpenter Epishka. He smelled of vodka and Salamat.
- You, boyaryshnya chubby, that become thoughtful window?
- So, Epishka, - she smiled sadly. - not much fun to me.
- Ali Prince Ivan left?
- All I have thrown… Or maybe, and I left.
- Do not sue, beauty! Priskachet your betrothed, long do you languish in teremu zatvorchatom.
- Waiting, - she replied softly, - only, it is seen, gray wolves tore his.
- Not that, not that, my zorenka, - interrupted Epishka, - crows living water found.
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