The coming apocalypse. Awakening of the Dead Princesses

The car stopped smoothly, Ilda did not believe that it happens, she habitually held on to the door handle tightly, because she was used to shaking drags or carts. They came out, there was a gate between the two towers. The girl calmly, swimming in her gait, went to them.

— Ilda, wait, now I’ll buy tickets, — shouted Surov.

He came back and handed her a cardboard and showed her how to attach it. The turnstile opened and they went in.

— Do not throw away the ticket, put it in your pocket. It will still be needed, — the grandfather taught his granddaughter.

There were not so many people, there were visitors with children. Boys and girls, especially small ones, looked more at Ilya and Ilda, towering above ordinary inhabitants, than at rare animals and birds.

But the animals behaved unusually for everyone, but not for the Princess. They simply tore from their cages, trying to touch the white-haired guest, dressed so simply. Bears and foxes poked their noses in the glass, the poor eagle tried to put his head into a narrow hole, and the beast began to chomp as soon as the girl left.

They managed to touch only the giraffe, who managed to touch her palm with the edge of his nose, and immediately raised his long neck, and examined other animals with the appearance of a winner.

The little girl followed Ilda without lowering her round surprised eyes, and for greater pleasure she did not let her finger out of her mouth. Suddenly she fell on a bump, and breaking her knee, roared loudly with resentment. The princess quickly turned, and sat down next to her, trying to calm the child. Veltishchev and Surov only looked, without stopping…

Then, Ilda quickly brought her palms to the sore spot, the blood stopped flowing, and the napkin Ilya served wiped the dirt and bitch from her leg.

“That’s all,” the girl said with her blue lips.

The child pulled her palms, and the witch took her in her arms, lifting her to the height of her height.

— You are cold, — the lucky woman said quietly, — are you sick, frozen?

— No, — the healer replied.

— What is your name? — the girl asked.

— Ilda. And you?

— Katya, — the child called himself, and looked away in embarrassment.

The princess only shook her head, not believing her ears. The girl suddenly screamed enthusiastically, and pointed her finger somewhere in the crowd of people. The girl walked past people to a couple, probably a father and mother. Ilda handed the child from hand to hand, only the girl’s mother shuddered, feeling the cold of the witch’s hands.

— Thank you, — the woman thanked the Princess, “what about the knee,” the girl’s mother asked, and she only hid her face on her shoulder.

Finally, the woman looked at her legs, not believing her eyes, seeing only smooth baby skin.

— There was nothing like that, — Ilda reassured the woman, — wiped it with a napkin, and that’s it.

The woman did not believe the words, and only said:

— Thanks.

— Thank you, — said the girl’s father.

Veltishchev took his grandson and granddaughter further, and bought himself ice cream for complete happiness, and he himself happily looked at the animals. In addition, he himself became as if he was thirty years old and his knees did not hurt, and his head did not spin on the go.

— Granddaughter! ‘he shouted, “Will you ice cream?”

— What’s in there? — she asked, “I eat nothing but honey.”

— And my grandfather? — Surov asked, laughing.

— And you are an adult already, you will buy yourself. She is only sixteen, and you are all twenty years old.

Ilya went to the stall and bought himself a popsicle, took off the wrapper and began to eat, sitting down on the bench. Ilda sat next to her, leaned a little, as if trying to sniff unfamiliar food.

— And the sun is shining, it smells like people,” she sighed heavily, “how beautiful everything is around,” she said quietly, “surely the goddess forgave me?”

“Do your eyes hurt? — We go to the doctor? Ilya suggested.

— No, it has always been the way she turned to the Dead Princess, — she explained, — In the dark I see how during the day, but I cannot distinguish colors and smells. And now again, as before — and tried to smile — and the sun, here it is, and flowers… But I don’t feel the heat and cold. Is it warm now?

— Yes, it’s even hot…

But true, the eyes are blue again, not black. I saw myself in the mirror.

— How did you like it here? — asked the grandfather.

— Yes, I haven’t seen lions or giraffes before. Are there moose here? — and she just jumped up from the bench.

— How not to be, — answered Veltishchev, — let’s go, look.

They walked to the aviary, where the owner of the forest walked behind two fences made of thick glass, with beautiful horns on his head. The elk also did not repair, and came closer, leading with nostrils and noisily drawing in the air

— And I had the same… He died without me a long time ago — and she sighed — I raised him as a little.

The moose pulled its huge head towards her. There was a servant in the aviary, and an employee of the Zoo stood nearby.

— Won’t you let a girl into the aviary, kind people? — asked Veltishchev, — she from the Urals, breeds moose. See how the animal reaches for her?

— Of course it is,” the worker scratched his head. — and if he gives her a hoof?

— She’ll just come in. If the moose gets worried, it will come out right there.

— Just right?” the worker asked, holding on to the broom like a machine gun.

— I will not let you down, — the girl convinced both of them in two words.

She entered the cage, the elk immediately sniffed her, and almost feline rubbed his face on the girl’s shoulder. Then the forest owner carefully, rubbed the girl with his body, and stood between her and the servants, as if he believed that they could offend Ilda. Suddenly, Ilda jumped up, riding on an elk, but the animal stood calmly, and then walked a few steps, proudly carrying a new mistress. The caretakers looked at the unprecedented, but only clicked the cameras of the phones, thinking now about one VK, how the photos will be flooded, how they will be thrown with likes. They came to their senses later when Ilda left the pen.

— Let’s go to the Planetarium,” the girl said quickly.

They barely managed to get tickets, and climbed the high stairs. Grandfather pointed to the exhibits, the Princess could not tear herself away from the globe of the Moon, photographs of Mars and Venus, lunar stations. Veltishchev calmly walked behind, and looked at the delight of his granddaughter. She looked at copper telescopes of the past and enamel present, installations of nebulae and galaxies.

— Beauty. You dismissed me, grandfather Vadim, — she said in the same low voice, — I have never seen this.

— So now we fly into space, use mobile communications and electricity.

— I heard it while I lay there. And the light from there — and she nodded at the light bulbs — however… Let me look at your phone? she asked Ilya.

Then the case dragged on… The cultural feat was not easy, but the girl grabbed on the fly, and already turned the pages of the mobile quite easily.

— I’ll buy you, — said the young man calmly.

— Digna also needs… You have to go to her. I heard, now they fly across the sky?

— It is necessary to wait, granddaughter, — Veltishchev intervened, — I will send you papers, without them you will not get on the plane, even tickets will not be sold. I told you I’d do it in three days.

— Okay… — she sighed, ‘that’s not how I thought it would be. Well, if anything, I will reach the Golden Mountain on foot.

In her dreams, she would have been kissed by the leader of a large army, and they would have entered her shelter on boats, and then on foot, or on the dry ones, and the Chosen One would have found six more Princes, they would have raised a huge army of the dead, and would have put the whole world at his feet… Here is an ordinary young man, handsome, smart, but not a warrior. Magus in general. The princess sighed again. But what about her Mikla?

***

From the session, she came out simply with shining eyes, recalling stellar lessons. True, the constellations looked a little wrong in her time. But it was beautiful. They were again driven home by a car, although the grandfather got out early, he lived far from Ilya. They drove up to the house, which was above the huge walls of Oum, she did not even believe her eyes, but did not let go of the donated mobile phone. Nothing, she said to herself, Ilya gold and emeralds I’ll fuck off, she will lead a better palace. We went inside, and the young man pressed the button.

“It’s an elevator. We have an apartment on the seventh floor, remember. Entrance two. Apartment number 176, — he said, — if anything, I scored my phone number for you on your mobile.

— I got it, — she said, and dialed the Chosen One number, and he gave out rhythmic music.

Ilya nodded his head, and the cabin just came up, and they went upstairs.

— That’s it, your number is saved with me. I’ll call, “he laughed.

Near the elevator, already on the seventh floor, there was an elderly woman with a checked bag.

— Good evening! Ilya said very loudly, where are you, Irina Ivanovna?

— Ah, Ilya, — the woman answered, — for bread. Now, not far here, I myself go.

— Give the bag where you go for the night looking. What but bread to buy?

— Kefir, milk, potatoes. Chicken legs. Here, Ilyusha, take the money, — the woman gave the guy and a bag for groceries.

— Ilda, come in, — he said, opening the door to his apartment.

— Girl, you will sit with me, I’ll drink you while I drink tea… ‘the elderly woman suggested, looking into the guest’s eyes, while the girl could not refuse.

— I’ll wait at your neighbor’s, — said the princess.

Irina Ivanovna brought the guest home, sat in a chair in a room where there was an old wiped carpet on the floor, the same hung on the wall, there was a TV on the stand, and a furniture wall with an abundance of books and porcelain on the shelves.

— Who’s there? ‘asked an older man in a plaid shirt, house pants and woolen socks.

The man, sitting in another chair, turned the wheels of the radio in his hands. He turned his head to someone else’s voice, and waited for an answer. Ilda did not understand, but then she looked at his hands, fingers, restlessly feeling the arm of the chair, and bright, almost colorless eyes looking away from her.

— I brought a guest, I came with Ilyusha. The boy went to the store, now he will come.

— My name is Ilda, — the girl called herself, rising from the chair, — can I see? and she nodded at the blind man.

— Yes, doctors have not come to us for a long time… How many times I call the clinic — for six months the specialists are not, to whom we are old here, we need, — she said with resentment, — And as Vanya saw how many more went to the clinic, the optometrists did not wait… Look… Are you a doctor?

— I’m flying, — the girl nodded, “give me a chair, — she said, adjusting the sleeves of her sliding jacket.

— Here, sit down, girl — and the hostess put down an old chair.

The healer sat down, looked at the face of the blind for a long time, focusing, put her hands on the eyes of the blind, waited a minute, and everything is ready…

— Well, it seems… — the Princess said uncertainly, — she had not cured for a long time, — and the girl got up, adjusting her braid.

Doubts were superfluous, and everything turned out as it turned out before. The man looked around dumbfounded with brown eyes, and the receiver, as if rejoicing with the owner, gave “Traviata” out of his speaker

The healed man jumped up from his chair, touched his eyes, looked at his fingers, and shouted:

— Ira, Ira, I see again!

Ivan gratefully hugged the girl, and almost pulled his hands away, feeling the cold of her body.

— Thank you, thank you, — Irina Ivanovna said loudly, standing on the side of them, — oh, what am I? — and the dear denshchina cried.

— Let me see your ears better,” said the healer, “and knees at the same time.”

And here it all ended quickly. The landlady listened to the radio in shock, touched her healthy legs, and quietly, now quietly spoke to her husband.

— What are you eating? — the woman tried to treat everything to a guest, — otherwise in the guests, and not in the ews?

— If only honey, — Ilda, who felt terrible hunger, asked with hope.

— There is, from Bashkiria, — said the hostess, and immediately rushed into the kitchen.

A large cup of honey and a spoon to eat it stood in front of the girl, and she quickly honored her with a wonderful treat. The hunger receded and she felt very well. Ilda looked curiously at the TV, where incomprehensible personalities tirelessly insulted each other, and turned away from the screen in disgust.

The woman switched the TV to the channel where classical music was playing, the guest now listened and watched with visible pleasure. Then there was a doorbell, Ilya came, with an edible bag.

— Come here, Ilyusha, come, what joy we have. Your guest cured my Vanya, — and the landlady burst into tears, — and helped me… Legs walk, and now I hear well… There will be for whom God prays…

The husband looked expressively at his wife, smiling happily, and cast a glance at the door to the dark room.

— And, now, the old me became, — and Irina Sergeyevna laughed, and brought a pack of money, fifty thousand, — they saved up for the coffin, but why? Now live, thank you, daughter! To you, for your work…

Ilda, not understanding looked at Ilya, he frowned, and shook his head.

— Don’t, I’m rich. I have a lot of gold, — the Princess proudly declared, — I’d rather take honey, — said the girl not wanting to offend the old people.

— Honey is good, — the woman agreed, — but maybe you will take the money? And then it’s inconvenient… You helped us so much…

— I… Ilda tried to find the words, — I can’t do anything else… I feel everything, and if a person is bad next to me, then I feel bad, very bad, mistress… Pain, already turns out all… I saw that your legs hurt, your heart and head… The black stripe was… Now everything is fine… Therefore, I do not live among people for a long time, I will breathe a little, and I go to my forest.

— And you feel bad, — the woman was saddened, — take honey… And we would be happy to help you, but how?

— You and your husband have been cured, so they have already helped. Let’s go, it’s too late, “said Ilda Ilya.

They were also accompanied by the smiling Ivan Dmitrievich, whom Ilya always remembered as a hunched and sad blind man, and like a rejuvenated Irina Ivanovna, an eternally sad neighbor, now easily held a hotel for Ilda in her hands. Ivan shook Ilya’s hand for a long time, and kissed the Princess on the cheek and only muttered:

— You’re completely cold…

***

Ilya finally went through his door and escorted Ilda.

— Take off your shoes, go to the gym, said the young man.

— Mom, we’re here, — he shouted.

A mother came up, a woman in her forties, in a sweater and the same pants.

— Well, what will you please, son, — the woman cooed, looking with approval at the tall girl.

— This is Ilda, she is from Tomsk, came to our institute to enter. Let it stop here?

— Of course, son, — said the mother to her son with some hope in her voice, — the room is free. Where are her things?

— Luggage gone… But, they say, they will give a ride soon.

— What is her name? — Rather, Ekaterina Alexandrovna spoke sternly, — does she have a surname?

— Veltishcheva Ilda Vadimovna, — the Princess called herself.

— Is it really the daughter of the chief Ilyusha? — and the woman threw up her hands and spoke now in an angelic voice, — why didn’t you, Ilya, say something? Ah, and clever, and beautiful, all in the father. Sit down to eat… I will cover you in the kitchen, I will not interfere.

Ilya put himself a chicken pilaf, poured mineral water to drink. Ilda stood with a can of honey in her hands.

— I hope they won’t tell everyone, — Ilya said with a frown, — come with me. — tomorrow to the gym. and on Sunday to the museum. Good for you. In historical.

— Let’s go.

— We will come to outlet, we will buy you a sports uniform.

— Eat it, — said the girl, having already eaten half a liter can.

— Have you always sat on honey? Well, did you eat honey?

— How did the Princess become… I can’t eat or drink anything else. Nothing, I didn’t like meat anyway, only fish and pies.

— Yes, we will come for honey, we will buy you five kilograms. And so, a gift, — he handed the girl a player with headphones, — you will listen to music.

— Ilya, do you always have this on the street? Nothing to breathe? — she asked, — I choke, then the cough torments…

— Yes. parks are better. Then we go, — he encouraged, — gasoline, cars. You understand, Moscow.

The meal ended, Ilya washed the dishes, and they returned to the hall.

— Ilda, let’s go show your room, — Ekaterina Alexandrovna called the guest.

Ilya relaxed, as the ladies left, there was no one to endure the brain, and he settled on the couch more comfortably, and began to read Rabelais. Well, he liked Rabelais, and that’s it. To whom Pelevin serve, and he only writers of the Renaissance. Pantagruel and Panurg are his heroes. And then hello — a doorbell! Creaking not only with his heart, but with all his bones at once, the young man reached the door, well, he asked:

— Who?

— I am this, Blinov, Dmitry Ivanovich, your neighbor… Thank you to tell the girl. Are you Ilya? Open the door.

— Now, she is busy, her mother is her room, the sofa shows where she lies. Okay, I’ll go and call you.

Ilya opened the door, and a neighbor came to the hallway with a bicycle, and a good one. Very.

— Thank you Ilya, — and he tapped his comrade on the shoulder, — I don’t know how to thank.

— Hello, — Ilda said simply as she approached the guest.

— Thank you, good girl, — went to spar Dmitry with sublime words, so that even Ilya’s speech was taken away, — a modest gift for helping my parents. This is for you — and he pointed to the bike.

— Thanks. said the Princess.

— Well, I’ll go to show my father a movie… — Dima said hastily, hardly breaking away from Ilda’s unusual face, her piercing blue eyes, icy face and blue lips.

— Ilya, put the bike on the balcony, — Ekaterina Alexandrovna calmly noticed. Ilda, come to my room. It is necessary to talk, it is clear that your dad did not let you out of the taiga.

The girl shrugged her shoulders, snarled into his mother’s room, and closed the door behind her.

Ilya went to himself, and all without end rubbed a red spot on his shoulder, in the form of a bird’s foot. Nothing, it will pass, he thought. It was too late, and the young man laid out the sheet on the couch, and calmly lay down to sleep.

***

In the morning we ate quickly, but true, something has changed. Ilya looked at the guest, and realized what was the matter. Lips turned red, light makeup made the face more invisible, human. Ilda began to use perfume, see, her mother supplied, the young man thought. But the smell of jasmine and rose, it was impossible to interrupt.

— Well, yes, — he agreed, — straight beauty. Let’s go, we need to go to the gym. And we’ll go to the store for clothes.

They got together, drove to the store, but they found clothes for the tall Tsarevna with difficulty, Ilya was now dragging a voluminous bag. Let Ilda pass, guest visit after all. Ilya greeted his comrades, and began to warm up, expecting a girl.

What to say? They dressed her up in the store conscientiously… As in a fairy tale, you can’t take your eyes off. Leggings, spacious T-shirt, sneakers. Fashionable whites did not want. Embarrassed, asked the Reds. Ilya did not understand at first, only then, when she hung her head and lowered her hands, she guessed, a foolish person. Ilda distinguished colors now! Tired of white and black or gray in extreme cases, I wanted bright!

Now he showed her machines, rods, dumbbells, simulators, everything that is in the gym

— Let me try… ‘she said, pointing to the sunbed and barbell.

By the way, it was the day of the new season, and the host’s voice sounded in the club:

“Sign up for the competition! To participants and winners of competitions prizes from fitness club!”

— Let’s sign up, suggested Surov.

They approached the coach, two more pairs stood in front of them, and when the turn came, he entered the Surov, Veltishchev names in the form. They signed up for doubles, and individual. There was still half an hour left before the competition.

They returned to the shells, Ilya greeted his comrades, the people stared at Ilda. Surov was approached by his acquaintances, Dima and Sanya, middle-aged men, with whom Ilya loved to fight in a soft room.

— Hello, Ilyukha, — and Dimka smiled broadly, — finally started a lady? I am delighted, I declare this to you as Fidius Polycleta, and conspiratorially poked him with his elbow.

— Ilda, — said Surov, — these are Dima and Sanya, my friends.

— Very nice, — Dmitry said very gallantly, looking at the girl admiringly.

Although, he, being very strong and strong, almost square, got a new acquaintance barely to the shoulder. Suddenly Dmitry turned, and energetically went to the door to the group class hall. His friend briskly broadcast something to Nastya, trying to get up so that the girl would not notice Surov and his acquaintance.

“Strategist,” Ilya thought, “What did everyone think?”

The princess looked at her new friends with curiosity, but she lay down on the sunbed, grabbed the barbell with her hands in leather gloves, and squeezed out the weight quite easily. Dima returned from an interlocutor who had gone to train, and also looked at Ilda’s exercises.

Dima and Sanya, to put it mildly, were surprised. A hundred kilograms hung on the neck.

— However… — only and even the duty trainer told.

— Add twenty-five each, — the girl asked.

Dima and Ilya hung pancakes, the young man got up, insuring the girl. Yes, it was not necessary — twelve times the northerner shook easily.

— Damn… What potential, — the coach admired.

Those involved postponed their affairs, and only mobile cameras were pointed at the racks, on which there was already a two hundred kilogram bar.

— Now, — said Ilda, removing the neck from the racks.

She performed the exercise, deliberately pretending that it was hard for her, fixed the weight, then exhaled noisily.

— Enough, otherwise the forearms will hurt, she declared, getting up and adjusting her braid.

— Well, what? — the duty coach looked around the fitness staff of the club, — no one will dispute the result? Now we will issue a win, a subscription for a year. Congratulations, and he nodded to Ilda.