The coming apocalypse. Awakening of the Dead Princesses

At home, Ilya quickly ate dumplings prepared by his mother, pouring sour cream on them for taste. The fork in the plate worked as if by itself, and he did not seem to feel the taste of food, which he simply adored.

“What’s wrong with you,” asked Ekaterina Alexandrovna, “don’t you like it?”

— No, everything is fine, — as if throwing off the hassle, the young man answered, continuing to eat.

— Finally fell in love? ‘added Mum for more of the conversation, and with some hope.

— No, what, — he muttered, blushing heavily at these words.

— Well, good, — she smiled, adjusting her hair, — Compote, tea?

— Compote, the son who adored strawberry compote graciously agreed.

They milked, and went to the rooms. Ilya, who completed his thesis, and his mother, who after work watched the series on STS.

Ekaterina Alexandrovna, Ilya’s mother, also worked, but in kindergarten as a manager. Near the house, what is better? And she looked after her son, could both feed the school field and help to do the lessons. Mom was strict, did not let Ilya hang out anywhere, in stupid companies. The husband, Dmitry Ivanovich, died early, and the woman took care of her son, and coped well. She attached to the institute, according to old acquaintances.

The young man squeezed off the floor, then stretched his back and legs on the mat so as not to lose shape. The time was already eleven in the evening, and Ilya, without even taking to read a book at night, fell asleep.

I fell asleep quickly, as if I had failed. But the dream was strong, but strange. In front of him was only the face of the Princess, but not sleeping, but with open eyes. She looked at him and whispered all night. And before the alarm rang, a white-marble face also appeared in a dream, he knew from somewhere that he was female.

After breakfast, again to work, and a week later, it seemed that he was drawn in. Dreams stopped, just fell through, and woke up in the morning. But he began to bring flowers to work from the dacha, almost every day.

With Vadim Vitalievich they became just like grandfather and grandson, the work went quickly, the bosses were enough. But one day…

New Pygmalion

— So now they don’t touch, but in the nineties… First, General Sorozin, then, as he died, helped him, Ankudinov, well, that at all… — grandfather Vadim poisoned the bikes, — Efim Sergeich, well, Sorozin used to come with three or four comrades-in-arms, bring equipment, oscilloscopes, start measuring and measuring. All her earnestly — measured — measured, and they made a copy of me, — Veltishchev smiled, — but to work less.

— And what, oscilloscope? ‘the student did not understand.

— It is clear that nothing. Once true, the general brought a psychic. This specialist was immediately blindfolded, well, the general forced him to find what he could.

— Did you find it? — Ilya was delighted.

— Foolish found problems for himself, one hundred pounds. Efim Sergeich scratched like this, stomped right with his feet. shouted, I even put on dark glasses and turned away to laugh calmly. This specialist is understandable, the Princess did not feel.

Ilya fell silent, drank mineral water, remembering his dreams and visions.

— And Ankudinov, this one is just a guard… With him here shamans trampled, sorcerers, witches and other strange contingent. But the main shaman was not a fool, and he also sat under a non-disclosure subscription, so none of them saw the Crystal coffin.

— Сool…

— We remove the lid, — the grandfather ordered, taking out the vacuum cleaner and brushes.

The vacuum cleaner was like a car, and his grandfather vacuumed the body of a virgin, more like a statue, the same dazzling white and beautiful. Surov straightened the flowers in the vase, put a napkin next to it. Grandfather wiped the coffin, the lid from dust, And Ilya, all the same, already looked lovingly at the sleeping beauty, then carefully, trying not to touch the girls’ charms, covered the body. Grandfather looked at his granddaughter, no longer letting go of jokes.

— Why Ilya, aren’t you afraid?

— And what? — Surov did not understand, — I jumped with a parachute.

— Ilda kiss…

— So she’s a rock…

— All your life then you will regret what you could and wanted, and did not. It is necessary to live now, and not then.

Surov looked at his grandfather. Is he experiencing something? Like, did not move his head? Or there, not like some in the morgues, did not flare up with a passion for the dead? But no, Veltishev was calm,

— Okay, — only the young man could say, inhaled and exhaled.

Ilya took the edge of the coffin with his left hand, leaned over, sighed again, feeling the jasmine aroma, and touched the Tsarevna’s lips with his lips. As if the icy cold had burned him, lips, lungs, he suffocated, then his head seemed to be squeezed with hoops.

Surov straightened up, the girl’s head lay just as immovably on the pillow, and a silver braid hung from her. Ilya turned away, looking at his grandfather, to which he pointed with his finger. Veltischev jumped up, about to scream, but covered his mouth with his hands, and only a minute later calmed down.

— It happened, he whispered, and hugged Ilya impetuously.

Ilda got up from the coffin, her face remained so pale, and her lips blue. The icy blue eyes of the Princess opened wide and immediately narrowed when they saw the two of them. She tried to cover herself with a veil, holding it on her high chest, hidden in the folds of fabric with her left hand. The girl looked at her abode for a long time, stroked the crystal, and went to Ilya and Vadim.

— Ilda, — she said, — are you a magician?

— Vadim Grigorievich Veltishchev, — said the elder, — a scientific worker.

— Ilya Dmitrievich Surov, — added the younger.

— Who picked me up,” she said in a low voice in good Russian — I should know!

— How do you know the language? ‘the grandfather asked incomprehensibly.

— Yes, I heard everything that was said here, so I learned. Well, who kissed? — she said again, — I will not eat the Chosen One.

The youth looked at the girl, slightly smaller than him, with silver hair, dazzling white skin, blue lips and light blue eyes. True, her teeth were not visible. Maybe he won’t eat… For now…

— I, it just so happened, — said Ilya, — I did not want to offend you, honestly.

The girl, as she was, in one bedspread, shining with the dazzling whiteness of her face and shoulders, approached the young man with a strange, floating gait.

— By orders and by prophecy, I will serve you forever, knight, — said Ilda, putting her palms in the hands of the young man, — I will not leave you in battle, I will fight for you, I will not harm you, — and looked expectantly at Surov.

— And I, — and the student began to remember all the books and films about this, not paying attention to the cold of her hands, — I accept your service, and I will take care of you as I should.

— It turned out as it should have. — Grandfather expressed himself vaguely, — granddaughter, let’s go, help.

Veltishchev led Surov to the boxes lying on the floor. Grandfather looked at the seals, checked with the notes in the notebook, and opened one of them. He took off the paper, then the felt. Ilya looked inside and gasped. Inside was a copy of Ilda.

— what is it? the young man did not understand.

— Young green. New technologies. 3d printer. My granddaughter did, — Vadim Sergeevich said proudly. — I took photos of the Princess, measured the body. That’s beauty, right?

“You’re a big artist, like my Mikla,” said Ilda, swiping her finger on the cheek of her double.

Suddenly she sat down, did not move far from her saviors. Her eyes were open, but her lips were moving. Here the princess got up and said:

— We need to go to the Urals! Baba Yaga is already waiting for me!

— And he says beautifully, — Veltishchev smiled, — so you need to get the documents, granddaughter. If you want to become Veltisheva Ilda Vadimovna, I will make a passport in a week.

Grandfather began to put the mannequin in the coffin, thought, looking at the bedspread worn on Ilda.

— And nobody asked me what, — Ilya said.

— You’re coming with me, Knight. So you are destined, — answered the snow and white girl.

— I don’t want to, — he said.

— After you want, — Ilda Veltishchev supported.

— How will we get Ilda out of the guarded facility, grandfather? — the granddaughter got nervous, — and where is her clothes?

— Young green, — Vadim Sergeevich sighed, and went to the closet.

He fished out a tracksuit, sneakers, everything similar to what Ilya wore to work on Fridays, only women’s. Blushing, he took out a black bra and women’s panties.

— Well, you give! — only said Surov.

— Look away, you bastard, — Veltishev commanded, “the Princess will dress.”

Surov turned away, did not peep by itself, was not enough yet. I just heard Ilda’s disgruntled whisper:

— Why all this? Here, pants and jacket, yes shoes. And enough for me. Squeezes after all…

— It’s impossible, — the grandfather persuaded, — get used to it, Moscow, your tea is not Ural… And you are a prominent young lady. Be patient…

They did this for another five minutes, and the Princess could not be recognized — almost Ilya’s twin brother, and a spacious jacket hid the girls’ charms. Veltishchev looked, and sighed, threw a hood over Ilda’s head.

— Now it’s another matter, — Vadim Sergeevich smiled, — now Vohra will not catch us.. Ah, the head is two ears… After all, return through the shower. Well, okay, we will turn away… Let’s go, we have to leave.

They quickly gathered, the grandfather straightened the cover on the mannequin, together closed the crystal coffin with a lid, and Ilda looked at it without stopping, brought it together, bent her fingers, and finally hugged her shoulders.

— Let’s go, granddaughter… How old are you, Princess? — asked the grandfather.

— As elected was, so sixteen to me remained.

Ilya only nodded his head, looked at the revived girl who got up from the coffin under his kiss. Cool lips, as he recalled, were first stone, and then so plump and soft… Surov sighed and turned around. Well, yes, and in height…

— Grandfather, — the Princess said more simply, — do your knees hurt?

— Well, it happens, before the rain… Hurt, no strength… I can’t sit down.

— Sit down. I’ll do it quickly.

Veltishchev, gasping for order, sat down on a banquet next to the shower, and looked at Tsarevna without looking up. She threw the jacket hood off her head, the girl’s eyes darkened, and her palms froze three centimeters from the old man’s knees.

— That’s it, I think.

Vadim Grigorievich touched his legs in surprise, sat down, shook his gray head.

— I never would have believed it… You, granddaughter, go through the shower and wait for us.

Near the elevator, grandfather diligently checked Ilda’s clothes, tied her shoelaces on sneakers, and exhaled heavily.

— Pass give, Ilya.

— Take, — and the young man gave the card, — where should I wait for you?

— Wait until others go, there and slip through the guard, — the mentor taught an inexperienced employee, — how to wash your eyes.

And so it happened. The guard only nodded to Veltishchev and Ilda, mistaking her for a student, an assistant to a respected senior researcher.

Here at the entrance people knocked down from work, and the guards did not have time to check all the passes, here Surov appeared in front of the turnstile, of course, without a pass.

— Ilya? looked at him, not understanding the guard.

— I forgot the pass in my desktop. With the crowd crawled back.

— Well, come on, — and the turnstile opened in front of the student.

Ilya ran down the degrees, looked around at Khoroshevka, and noticed his grandfather and granddaughter, talking very nicely.

— Here, the granddaughter does not want to eat ice cream, — Vadim Grigorievich complained, — you have to finish.

— Yes, I can’t, — and Ilda shrugged, — I only eat honey.

— I’m going now,’ the young man said quickly, ‘if necessary…

He went to the supermarket, walked through the shelves and bought two kilos. At the checkout, the saleswoman looked at him with round eyes.

— That’s my sweet tooth. And punch another spoon, — said Surov, — I will pay with a card.

Honey in the bag, and he was back on the bench. Ilda was unusually pale, with blue lips, but her eyes brightened to light blue.

— Here, you sing, — and he gave the Princess a jar of honey.

The girl was cheerful, grabbed a jar, and the glass burst in her fingers at once… Time seemed to freeze. Ilya reached into his bag for wet wipes, his grandfather barely managed to move away, so as not to be doused with sweetness, Ilda deftly arched herself, and not a drop fell on her pants and jacket. Deep cuts from the glass were clearly visible on the girl’s palms, and blood would have to flow…

Yes, in fact, it flowed, but only the blood was not red, from the word at all. Transparent, such, a little bluish. Ilda was not embarrassed, only pressed her fingers to the wound for a second, and they tightened before our eyes.

— Granddaughter, let me open a jar of honey for you, — Veltishchev quietly said.

The princess almost smiled, Ilya was dumbfounded when suddenly she stuck out her tongue, taking it almost to the chin. And the tongue was blue-blue. And as if she did it every day, she added casually:

— I am the Dead Princess. What would you know.

Dead Princess visiting the Chosen One

We arrived by taxi quickly. Ilya and Vadim Grigorievich did not want to risk going down the subway, thinking about Ilda, and how this human whirlpool would seem to her. However, the car with checkers delighted her to the core. The driver only laughed a little, watching the reaction of this basketball player, or volleyball player.

— Are you from Siberia? ‘he asked.

— No, from the Urals, — Ilda answered honestly

— Well, then, of course. I’m rooting for Uralochka too, — added the taxi driver.

And the girl really looked at the huge city, and could not come off.

***

So unusual, she tried to sit down more comfortably, led her shoulders, feeling the narrow straps of this women’s clothing. Somewhere it’s easier with her, the girl thought, somewhere harder. In battle, with swords or sticks and on a moose on horseback, it is, of course, easier. It’s better to shoot at night, these clothes, she thought.

— We’re going past the zoo, maybe we’ll come? Ilya asked his grandfather.

— What is this? — she did not understand, — a zoo?”

— Animals there, people look at them, — added Veltishchev, — for sure, look, you need, then to the planetarium. Since we are still in the center.