Peasant greetings, mumbled something like "how are you, are you", but apparently it was, he thinks otherwise and has another concern in his eyes. And he looked somewhere and pointed with his hand, he said, Is not this part of the village Mandzhilari and how time should be there. Mokanina told him and now barely noticed that the road had stopped a cart with a horse. That peasant carts had left to come to him. Inside sat a woman, hands thrust in his bosom, bent; ruchenika it was not wrapped, but with the side edges granted to her gently. It was hot - hot it was, but Mokanina knew that when women relax because his kerchief, torment them not so much the heat as something else. Rear of the cart, wrapped in a rug somewhat, put the head of rural black bag, lay another woman less, probably a girl. She looked away and her face was visible.
- I guess you got sick - Mokanina said.
- I. One momichka got sick.
The peasant looked at the sheep zapladneni the lawn, keep your eyes on them but not see them, and his eyes filled with concern as his wandering.
- It was nashta it is - he said - leave it!
- Do not you tadyavashen, its departments? - Asked Mokanina.
- From Kichuk Ahmed. Hope he now say, in the Rock. I Dohadyal hereabouts. I walk through the village, selling clay - clay comes out nice in our village. It's good, buy women in January. When you go down down to the sea, even to buy any fish here, what grapes, what how it happened. Spall of God - is overfeeding. Just was not us happened pelvis Bella ...
He sat on the ground, pulled out a leather pouch of tobacco and began to make a cigarette. Mokanina sat beside him and saw his thick calloused fingers trembled as rolling a cigarette.
- Not our last child - he began. - We died two or three more small. Hey Tuy we only stayed (he looked at the cart). We've seen it as his eyes. From my mouth I have spent to buy him something to make his clothes, that he is not sad, watching others. Neyse gave the Lord kept him so far. And some time - zachama. Nothing but fades. Yes, word of his mother - it was sad that her friends izpozhenili her, and she stood still. "As kaharish was child, dumam it, and your luck will come. As others watch? - Are rich. Current as bachelors are - rich women seeking. And you will marry, mind your own business, not the elderly."
- What is the year?
- At twenty. Now Mary will do twenty.
- Well, that was a young girl.
- A young, well.
The farmer paused again and looked at the sheep, without seeing them. Somewhere among the screaming heat reaper.
- This summer, I begged to have her go to go to reap. We are poor, we need, but it looked so thin, sickly, I do not dropped. "Please, Take, let me, and I want to go with the girls." Well, it is because, let her go. Now what happened, I was not there, I do not know. Curran At bedtime, Curran became. I know this because, as she told me. Vednazhka reap all day, evening eating, then singing girls are brave. Go to bed. Nonka - because it says my girl - and she went to bed. "I went, Kai, Take That, among the sheaves, under a shock, I went to the covenant not to my spirit and envy. And I fell asleep. At one time I felt Kai, something serious, something cold over here on my chest . When I opened my eyes: zamya! "
- Hey!
- Well, zamya. Wrap around is lying on her chest screamed, PA with all your Country Z grabs and it throws away!
- Throws it! At harvest it Tuy. I've heard zamya is go into the mouth of a woman. But it bitten, it has not bitten, right?
- No, that is lying on her chest, consideration their it and throw it! As I told. I was sleeping, it was true - I do not know. Ottogaz girl it is. Hey you, as a withered bough. Chest pain. "There, Kai, where he was zamyata, it hurts."
- Well work, but work! - Wondered Mokanina. - Well, where is he now leads? Doctor Do?
- Dohtori: how dohtori changed. I keep it now ... Hmm ... how to tell ... Me to stay I do not believe, but women are right, ill do is, my f. ..
His voice trembled and he stopped. He looked, at times without the need for tightened his mustache, beard now, nebrasnata long, hard, gray with whole bunch of white hairs. Needless to say someone Mokanina that every white hair was a sign of a concern.
- That evening - continued peasant - his dodo Bulgarians from scaffolding. Spoken as spoken - you know? Affluent people may joke to beat. Besides dotarchava hitherto in our Stoenitsa, kumitsa us, a mouth, a very znaynitsa. "Guncho, shouting at the door, you got lucky, and luck had Nonka. Come have a Good luck." "What is it?" - Dumam. "They came from Nicholas and scaffolding Penyo, Siderov, they say that Mandzhilari appeared ... he appeared a white swallow! Just white as snow." "Well?" "You know what Kay is white swallow? She kai, a hundred years they appear once, it not, but you see it from any disease is sick healed! Guncho Kai, to walk, to Hitch not stand. Take Nonka. Well, you know - the girl wept, his mother is captured. And, come.
- But True? - Mokanina cried. - Where the pelvis was swallow?
- I told you, there appeared in Mandzhilari.
- White?
- Just white.
As surprised Mokanina looked around and looked at the road: every day zapladnyavashe still flock to this mountain, but it is now barely noticed how many swallows were perched on the telegraph wire. And it was not surprising: Transfiguration of Our Lord approached and then swallows and storks get together to go. That's been a lot of swallows and so densely to each other were perched that the wire was loose and heavy as a rosary. Many, but not black.
- So that is why I doshel - said a brave peasant and relief - I thought I would ask, can I see you can hear her ...
- I, brother, I'm not. White swallow? Neither heard nor seen.
But as Mokanina guess that can not quite despair of these people, and said:
- Puck may have. Can. White buffalo, white mice and white crow - there. There may be white swallow. And there must be, if he has heard ...
- Who knows? - Peasant sighed. - On me to stay I do not believe, but women are right ...
He got to go. Touched also became Mokanina izprovodi it and see the girl. As they reached the road, mother - yellow and shattered by the weight of a woman - from afar her husband looked as if he wanted his face to know what he has learned. The girl stood still turned away and watched swallows the wire.
- The man said he was near the village - said the peasant.
Heard his voice, the girl turned. Low was beneath the covers only showed his flesh, melted by the disease, his face was wax, but his eyes were still bright, young and smiling. It now looked his father, now Mokanina.
- Nonka, toz chilyak seen swallow - the peasant said, looking Mokanina. - Hey onuy in the village was, was! Let's hope we see it!
- We'll see you, uncle? - Said a girl and clear his eyes sparkling.
Something rose in Mokanina chest, suffocating him, his eyes premrezhiha.
- I see it, my child will see it - he spoke highly. I saw her, we will see you. I with my own eyes I saw a white one, white. You will see it and you. Give the Lord see it, my child, to recover ... her young yet. We'll see, I tell you that we will see it ... and will recover, my child, fear not ...
Mother frowned, and wept. The tall, coarse peasant coughed, took the reins of his horse and led him.
- Come with health! - Cried after them Mokanina. - Near the village is. Increasingly carrier, increasingly facturer!
He stood long on the road and looking after the cart. He looked at her mother with black chumber the girl lying beside her, tall peasant who walked round and led the little horse, and above them, between two telegraph pole is razhvarchavaha swallows, then returned again and landing on the wire.
Designed, Mokanina returned to their sheep and catch again for sandals that make neshtavena cowhide. "White swallow - he thought. - Does it!" But it leaning against something in the chest, trying it. And let awl and looked to the sky, he cried:
- God, how much sorrow in this world is God!
And he looked behind the cart.
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