Chapter II. Only mountains can be better than mountains
“… Better than mountains can only be mountains, which Sandra Bullock[4 - Sandra Bullock – Hollywood Actress, Beauty.] has never been to …” I dedicate to the actress and the Beauty
В В В В V. Vysotsky.
В В В В Author
ChapterВ II
For the Patron of Travelers, Men and Warriors, For Uastyrdzhi[5 - Uastyrdzhi is the most revered Saint among the Ossetians, Patron of Men, Warriors and Travelers.]…
Mighty, gray-haired, aged Man sits thoughtfully byВ the fire. InВ the glare ofВ the fire, his eyes shine with unearthly sadness. The faithful winged horse (he already understands the Master) quietly nibbles near the withered grass.
Only the measured roar ofВ the Terek, and the croaking ofВ the Ravens, breaks the silence ofВ the night.
This is their night. Mountains of Dog carcasses at the entrance to the gorge. On the contrary, there are His sons – the Warriors. His pride. They did not allow the Dogs to disgrace His gray hair.
How did He look that Dogs have Weapons?! Am IВ getting old? His Men did it themselves. Only how many ofВ them were killed! If He were near, would he have allowed such aВ massacre! This Advice was given toВ Him! It was at the very moment when His Warriors were bleeding!
Proud and … stupid. Couldn’t they have filed an SOS? Will manage by themselves?! We did it. It was not for nothing that I taught them. But why at such a price?!
* *В *
Leopard, limping, rises up toВ the snow. Wounds will heal faster there.
The eagle flies ahead inВ wide circles. Indicates the shortest road. He is the Guide. He is aВ friend. They are ofВ the same blood with him. They are brothers.
* *В *
Batu ordered toВ put aВ minaret at the entrance toВ the gorge. Tatartup Minaret.
And engrave the inscription on it: “Faithful! There is no further move! There is your Death!”
* *В *
Uastyrdzhi, straightening his cloak, easily took off on his horse. Hold on, Mughals! Call themselves the Great?! Impostors! I’ll arrange for Kuz’kina’s Mother! Together with St. George, we will grind you into powder! Let’s not see that Immortals!
The horse went up sharply. Apparently the Boss was seriously angry.
* *В *
The Voice is torn in joy and tenderness: “… Oh, what a distant, unfriendly Climber you are, my Climber! Each time pulling me out of the crack, You scolded me, My rock climber! …”*
The Highlander smiles. He also knew climbers. And tourists too. Their best occupation is toВ insure. There is one hassle with these policyholders. What toВ insure, what toВ insure does not sound very good. Y-yes.
What am I talking about? Oh yes. Climbers. I recently read about one of them. Sandra’s name, however. And he climbs the mountains, and dances, and eats pizza with onions (and he wraps up onions with everything except sweet. The more, the better. And more pepper. He makes him sick of unleavened food). However, you need to get to know each other.
“… I’ll get in and say: enough, dear! Then he fell down, but managed to say: Oh, what you are not close, not affectionate! My mountaineer, my rock-lo-climber!..”*
The highlander, smiling with all his mouth, turns the steering wheel. Only the wind whistles. What Russian (and in his heart he is a Russian) does not like fast driving! It seems that she is also a Likhachka. Let’s sing! “… And you went to the top. And you were eager to fight! " * Beat – beat like that! Chest on chest! Who will sweat earlier (probably he is. Old, however. Wait and see.).
Until then, Sandra! We are all Travelers on the most important Road – Life.
Uastyrdzhi – Our General Patron (Minister of Ways of Communication). He does not divide Travelers by Faith, skin color, nationality. On the way, we are all His Children. But He hates Cowardice, Meanness, Slander, Envy, Laziness … These are His blood enemies. According to one of the parables, the drowning traveler prayed: Save, Uastyrdzhi! Was it not in your honor that I slaughtered sacrificial rams and raised toasts to your glory?!
Uastyrdzhi answered: IВ will help you. Only you yourself moved your hands aВ little! The walker will master the road. Even vodka does not flow under aВ lying stone. Glory toВ all Times, Uastyrdzhi! On behalf ofВ Your Children
В В В В Highlander
PS
Salma Hayek!
The next obligatory chapter is yours.
В В В В WithВ love
В В В В Highlander
Chapter III. My years are my wealth
“… And we dream not of the roar of the cosmodrome, Salme Hayek, not this Icy Silence. Star, Actress, Artist, and we dream about Grass, Grass by the House! And finally – to the Beauty, I dedicate this chapter. Green, Green Grass … ”
В В В В Author
ChapterВ III
“… My Years are My Wealth …”
The gray-haired Uryzmag glanced angrily at Shatana.
Why are you soothing me, Woman?! The split is coming!! All this Syrdon! Narts (Alans) split into three Parts. What Dogs and Other Enemies Couldn’t – did the vile language of Syrdon.
After That Battle with Batu, the ranks ofВ the Elders, as well as the Warriors, thinned. Syrdon brought confusion into Their ranks. Save Childbirth, Save Childbirth! Is it possible toВ restore the number ofВ Clans byВ Retreat? Shatana smiles. Are you, Old, going toВ Restore the Livestock?!
Still As I Will! Better than Young! Shatana just shakes her head. As he was in his Youth, he has remained the same (however, what a sin to conceal, He Can – She Knows It. Jealous, however).
Yesterday Nykhas Resolved:
– Alans, Leaving for the Great Caucasian Ridge, henceforth to be called Kudars! (In Russian Kuda-Rtsy!).
– Alans, in the Border with the Faithful regions of Iriston, henceforth, will be called Digors! (In Russian – Greek Di-Highlanders. Still, Politicians, Scientists, Philosophers, Well – And Lovchil Enough).
– Alans, Remaining in Iriston, although in the Mountains, (Native Mountains), will henceforth be called Ironians (by origin – Ir-Ontsy)! That’s the whole split. In which case, of course, Will Become Near. But It will take Time. This is not THAT when we were Near. And they were called the same – Alans, Ancestors of the Narts.
Shatana gently strokes Uryzmag’s back.
Everything will work out. We will be dearer on the Distance. Stupid woman. My woman. A miserly smile touched Uryzmag’s lips. Uastirdzhi Will Protect His Children! We will slaughter the best bull in His Honor and raise the Horn with arak in His Sanctuary for Health! Your name will not disappear in the Ages! Ame – Hsau! *
On the day ofВ his birth, aВ New Star was lit inВ Heaven. The Highlander did not know then that it was his Star. Neither Her name, nor Where SheВ is.
He was simply Born. After aВ while, flapping his eyelashes and opening his brown eyes wide, he could already look with amazement at the wonderful World around him. And Family Faces. Grandma, Mom, Dad, Uncles, Aunts, Relatives.
This is a little later, he will torture them with his Pochemuchkas. Grandmother (Bright Memory to her) smiled: “We have never had such an Inquisitive One!”
Then Trouble came (because of his childhood – he was not even a year old – he knows only from the meager stories of the Adults). Father was imprisoned. 25 years of heavy duty. Father has always been (Bright Memory) a Man in His Life! The Highlander was later told how old women came to the Court, to whom Father lent food (it was a hard time, post-war, Hungry. And Father worked as a seller in a rural store) and offered to collect their debts: some with eggs, some with a chicken, one even brought Goat – although she fed all her grandchildren with milk! And Father was burning with shame. Not for them! For the judges! And the waste – then – as much as one and a half thousand rubles! (after the monetary reform of 1961 – 150 rubles!! And is it a waste – the grandmothers counted more at the trial – it was Father who let them go on his salary!).
The law is harsh. But he is the Law. 25 years. The Highlander does not remember how Mother, having wrapped him in swaddling clothes, went with him to the Father in Prison while the trial was going on. And then – Him to the North, Mother and baby follow Him, to the North.
And what aВ Dzhigit was aВ Father! The First Guy inВ the Village! OfВ His Trinity ofВ Best Friends, one later became the Minister ofВ Commerce ofВ the Republic. The other is the President ofВ the Republic. And the Father among them was always the First! ToВ each hisВ own!
Mum. A doctor from God. Zemsky Doctor. She healed the whole Person (and not in parts – as it is now Accepted, Only Is it Right?!). And, first of all, she began to heal the Soul! And it helped! Throughout Her remaining Life (Bright Memory of Her), People from all villages went to Her for treatment, although She had long moved to the city. And she worked in the city Hospital. She also worked in the North as a Doctor. And she treated everyone.
Then, when the Highlander grew up, She took him toВ Grandma. She herself returned toВ the Father. Because she loved him. And He LovedВ Her.
Grandma, Uncles, Aunts, Relatives replaced the Highlander’s Parents (although Relatives, but can anyone Replace Parents?!). They doted on him. And the Highlander grew up mischievous and cheerful – all in the Father. And curious. Sometimes, on rare visits, the Mother took him to the Father. It was hard for the Father there. But he didn’t show it either. The same Joker and Balagur. Only gray hair pierced the temples, but wrinkles appeared, and sometimes the look is sadder.
He misses without Children (By that time, the Highlander already had a Brother – he was born in the North. Northerner!). Broad-boned, fathoms in the shoulders – even though he is a year and a half. He eats up all the “supplement” in the kindergarten (he also “grabs” the sluggish neighbors on the table. But it doesn’t offend in vain. On the contrary, he will give pranksters once in the forehead – quieter than water in the kindergarten). Also all in the Father. (The Highlander’s bone is thinner, more intelligent – Mom’s Breed). And by the nature of both – in the Father. Then my brother “moved” to Babushka in the village (It’s good to have a house in the village!).
So they grew up. Moderately mischievous. Among the guys on the street were not the last. The elder did not give the younger one an insult. And that one is not made with a finger. Slightly grown up – Anyone could Wipe his nose. Only the Elder is a little bit with the Fool. I re-read all the books in rural libraries, he sits in bookstores – he reads books (there is nothing to buy). But, otherwise, everything is fine.
Run, jump, fight – there is no equal. It’s useless to play alchiki * with him: from ten steps it hits. The fisherman is an avid one. He doesn’t like hunting, although he shoots at the first grade. He doesn’t like killing. He looks at his blood calmly. From a stranger – falls into a swoon (Fell! Now already – No!).
At school – in the best, in sports – in the “teams”, at the institute – in the first. And he chose Beauty for himself (already in the fifth grade) – everyone is envy! (So They Walk Nearby Throughout Life To This Day).
Everything is thanks toВ the Parents!
Blessed memory to you – to everyone who no longer exists.
You live exactly as long as you are remembered. Your Souls Live In Us, in Your Grandchildren (Granddaughters), Great-grandchildren (Great-Granddaughters) … When Your Memory Is Erased – This is a Tragedy!
Poor Ivan – Not Remembering Kinship! He is an Orphan. And His Share is Orphan! There is no one to ask the Council, cry in a vest, snuggle up to the Mother’s Breast!
Many summers to you – Living Parents!
There is no Greater Happiness for You than Seeing Your Children, Grandchildren, Great-grandchildren … Happy. If You Raised Them Correctly (the merit of “building a house and planting a tree…” is not great), Then They Must Be Happier, Smarter, Happier, better than us – Parents. No one has yet been able to repay our Duty to Them in full to our Parents. This does not have to be done! This is the Relay! Now You are becoming a Parent. Your Task is to Give Your Children no less than your Parents gave you. This is the Law of Life. And further. Children must know their Pedigree!
That is why the proverb: “… An Apple from an Apple Tree Falls Not Far” (although there are Exceptions. As a rule – not from That Apple Tree, the Apple is!).
Low Bow to You – Elders!
You have done the most important thing – you have given us life! There are no Bad Parents! There are – erring! Sooner or Late They See. And I will not wish the Torment of Repentant Parents to anyone, not even the Worst Enemies. (Is it Enemies?! Why are they harmful?! They just, like “Postman Pechkin” ** There was no Lisapeda! And so – Quite Normal Guys!)
Let’s live in peace! … Little Raccoons! Don’t make scary faces! Smile! And everything will work out for you! Well, and we … “… Dirt Tanks Are Not Afraid!”! Ahtung! Panzer! But … Niht Schissen, comrade! Hitler Kaput! Defenders of the Fatherland on the Threshold!
We are the Vanguard of the “Golden Age!” It is a pity that We did not arrive without Losses in Their Rows.
And Eternal Memory ToВ Them!
Afterword byВ the Author
Salma! You are the Great Artist! (I even Know – in Whom). Your Finest Hour – Ahead! Happiness and good luck to you.
The next obligatory chapter I will devote to Catherine Zeta-Jones – Actress, Star, Beauty.
Chapter IV. Where are you, my beloved …
This chapter of the Blessed Memory of our Beloved Sister First Reader, Chapter IV of NATASHA KOYAWA-KIRAKOZOVA “… Where are you, my Beloved? How I loved you …”(Russian folk song)
IВ dedicate
В В В В Author
ChapterВ IV
Hunting for Wolves …
…or for the Spirits of the Mountains and Valleys …
The noise ofВ the streams inВ the shower room merrily lay on the softly humming tune. InВ fact, he liked toВ sing louder, but the HOUSE slept, breathing WARMTH and COMFORT. ToВ break this HARMONY it was not at all toВ his soul. Smiling, he quietly deduced:
“… The highland guy sings about the One Girl, and in Whom he is in love – guess! Instead of the name Milo, it sounds under the Moon – Do-la-lay, Do-la-lay, lay-lay!..”
Thoughts cheerfully jumped from one toВ the other. At first, asleep, slower, then faster and faster. For some time now, he began toВ notice himself, while with surprise, then more and more fun, that watching how Thoughts Live gives him more and more Pleasure.
Either they frolicked like playful kittens, then they wrapped you comfortably like Grandma’s downy shawl, and the SOUL was getting warm. A light breeze of Sadness ran across his forehead for a moment. Then he never managed to get Home. The grandmother was buried without him. Guilt’s load has lived with him ever since.
And the father?! Vina quietly, so as not to disturb the Others living in the SOUL, shuffling sadly, made her way into the corner and leaned against That, the Other Vina, who was hugging lonely in the corner of the Soul. Now he knew why then his Soul suddenly shrank from pain. It was Grandma who said goodbye to him, and he …
Grimacing in annoyance, the Highlander almost spat. After all, he was taught to be a Man. Just think, “… I am sitting behind bars in a damp dungeon …”. This is not an excuse. He did not justify himself. Therefore, Vina settled Forever. He knew.
