The coming apocalypse. Awakening of the Dead Princesses

Biking and racing through the woods

Ilda did not wander around the apartment at night, like sleepwalkers, as Ilya thought. Although he woke up, and looked out into the corridor, waiting for this, but nothing strange happened.

In the morning, after breakfast, we went to the Kuskovo park, walked around the pond, Ilda looked around, looked at the beautiful buildings, tilted her head. Then she stopped.

— Then go there, Ilya?

— They won’t let you go with the greats, on Wednesday we’ll go. My grandfather called and said that he was sending me on vacation for three weeks. Next week, on Sunday, he will deliver your passport, and I will deliver you home. Grandfather has already ordered tickets to Yekaterinburg.

— How will the gods decide, — only Ilda answered, and went holding her bike, — Well, start teaching, Mentor.

— Well, — Ilya blushed, — now I’ll quietly eat, look…

He held the steering wheel tightly, sat in the saddle keeping his feet on the ground, put his left foot on the pedal, and drove off, rotating both of them. The young man drove up to the girl, and again dismounted.

— And, here, the main thing, — and he pointed to the brake on the steering wheel, — if you want to stop, press smoothly, and gradually reduce the speed of pedals rotation. Control the steering wheel — but don’t put it too far, otherwise you will fall. Try you, “he said, leaning his great against the shop.

Ilda did as he taught, and began to slowly ride around him. The gravel rustled under the wheels, the sun made her white hair silver, she was just very beautiful, Ilya looked. It went on for a long time. She kept the balance perfectly, tried to slow down, turn around, as if she knew how to ride all her life.

— Well, what? Everything works out? Let’s go.

— Hold on to me, Ilda, otherwise you will be lost.

— Yeah. I didn’t get lost in the taiga, I’ll get lost here, — Tsarevna almost joked.

They drove between two memorial pillars by the pond, drove past paintings exhibited by amateur artists. But Prinzess (Tzarevna) was lucky — cycling competitions were started, everyone was recorded, bandages were handed out. The prize was racing bicycles, and one even BMW, Surov thought it was fake.

Ilda signed up, put on a bandage for herself too, and joined the group, well, Ilya had to, as he did not sigh.

— Come on, it’s fun… — the girl consoled him, — you see, I will win the bike. White, beautiful. I’ll give you a present.

— Let’s go, no problem, — Surov did not argue.

The judges released five riders, fixing the time. Finally, the time has come for Ilda and Ilya and three more.

The distance was six kilometers long, three circles in the park. Cyclists joined the race, and Ilda did not weave at the end, on the contrary, after a couple of minutes her white braid disappeared in the distance. Ilya did not keep up, but, of course, tried… He walked only one circle, and a meteor-like Ilda flew past him, waving his hand. The young man turned and pedaled, exhausted, reached half of the second round, and Tsarevna drove again, ending the race. He watched as the girl strolled near the finish line, waiting for the final results.

Ilya, in a wet through T-shirt, arrived, his time was recorded, and he approached the girl, next to whom enthusiastic race organizers were spinning.

— Veltisheva, — said one, — you have an amazing result! I just guarantee you a place in the city team. And with your willingness you will have no equal. Maybe you will get into the Russian Olympic Team.

— I don’t know. I’ll go back to my place here, to the Urals…

— What are you??? You can’t do that. Here, write down my number, do not ruin your career. Ask your young man — and he nodded at Surov.

— Yes, — the young man readily supported, — they will give an apartment on Volkhonka…

— Why not? Maybe on Volkhonka, — one of the men in an expensive suit answered calmly, — but the bike is yours, taxes have been paid from it. And take my business card.

— Thank you, — Ilda replied, — we’ll think about it.

The girl rolled next to her already two big. They went into a cafe under linden trees, Ilya ordered two coffees, and put one cup in front of the girl.

— Okay, you don’t have to drink, — Surov smiled wryly, — I’m not used to not eating anything. Sit just, look how beautiful?

— Beautiful, — said the young lady, taking out a mirror, and painting her lips red.

So they admired the park and the lake, but it began to get dark. Finally, we got ready to go home, the day ended quite well, as it seemed to them even then.

Dance of the Dead

On the asphalt path, they walked past the trees, only lit lanterns, and unpleasant mosquitoes that began to buzz around Ilya.

— I won’t get used to it in any way, — she said, — I don’t care, I see it in the dark like during the day. And it’s easier for people to live now. Are people all kind now? the girl asked Ilya with hope in her voice.

— Yes, how to say.. — tried to answer honestly Surov, — Different. Deceivers and crooks divorced a lot. Especially, they try to deceive the traders on the phone. Especially old people. How was it at that time?

— Yes, too bad enough. Fear, disease. This is not to say that everything was fine. And people had a difficult life. But they did not deceive, they were afraid.

Then they walked in silence, the girl all admired the well-groomed park, and what’s funny, the mosquitoes did not favor Tsarevna with attention. Surov, taking a twig, fanned from the burden, which was simply completely loose.

— Do not give me your bicycles, lanky? ‘an incomprehensible stranger who emerged from the shade of the bushes said immodestly.

— No, a mistake, — Ilya has already declared evil, — go your own way.

— Okay, — was the answer.

The robber rushed to Surov, but the intellectual turned out to be unexpectedly strong, and knocked down the insolent with a blow to the jaw, and a knee blow added iron significance to this argument. The unlucky robber tried to kneel at least, but his head so far outweighed.

— Let’s go faster, near maybe, his friends expect, — quickly Ilya Ilde.

But Surov did not follow the advice of Dima’s friend from the gym, that in such cases it was necessary to break the attacker’s mobile phone in order to deprive him of the temptation to call his accomplices, and then regretted it for a long time.

Three hundred meters from this place, a regrettable and funny event, they saw four people running towards them. Ilda threw her bicycles to the ground and stood next to Ilya.

— Well, now you won’t get off with the greats… Your girlfriend, white-haired, we will let you go in a circle, and then you… ‘said one, stretching words and taking injuries out of his pocket.

Then the biologist student watched the event, already studying the grass, burying his nose in it. The mad man managed to shoot at Ilda, but he could not know how fast she was. The bullet only buzzed in the air, and the Princess, jumping up, hit the shooter in the throat with her fist. The next crushing blow, now legs, overtook the groin of the other, and the third was able to jump back and pull out the knife. Ilya was just getting up, and saw that Ilda’s face from white became blue, almost black, and she shouted:

— If you want to live, on your knees! Ya-Dead Princess!

— You are nobody, blue-blooded, and I will not do what you want! ‘the underdog villain shouted.

— So, creature, you will dance in front of me, — the witch promised.

The fool was taken aback, and tried to hit her with his miserable knife, and then Ilda could not restrain herself, angry at his words. The knife was in her hands, and a blow to the heart ended the life of the robber. The girl waited for death, and then, first with a gesture of her right hand, then beckoned, and raised the body still beating in convulsions. Three more crossed fingers of her hand and the corpse began to dance in front of her in a wild dance, faster and faster, making pretzels with her hands and feet.

The last of them stood without moving, falling into a stupor. The dead Princess, only with the movement of her hand made one more dead body rise, and loudly ordered:

— Kill these!

One quit dancing squatting, instantly turned around, which is why the last one left on his feet fell on the grass with his ass, but immediately jumped up. Two dead people deprived of their lives, one with a broken throat, the other with a knife sticking out of his heart, rushed at their still living comrades. Fate was more merciful to someone who lay without feeling with a groin injury, perhaps without feeling the terrible blows of his former friend. The last of the living, screaming, tried to run away from the stabbed dead. But Ilya, standing next to Ilda, saw how quickly Nezhiva ran, overtaking the fugitive. Only a hail of terrible blows awaited the fool, like a terrible reward.

The dead were trampled into the ground, the bones were simply ground, as if in a terrible meat grinder. The princess said to the dead:

— Come here.

And they obeyed without saying a word. The eyes of the dead looked without expression, breathing could not be heard. Ilda bent her fingers in a completely different way, and said:

— Fall.

The corpses fell, and scattered into dust, which she scattered on the grass with her leg shod in a sneaker. She did the same with the disfigured remains, first lifting them from the ground, and these mutilated bodies stood crookedly and obliquely in front of her, trembling, and emitting the remains of blood from the veins. She glanced at each one, and then also wiped them to dust.

Ilya looked at all this without looking up, turned pale and turned away, picked up fallen bicycles from the ground. He took a sheet of burdock, and through it picked up a gun and threw it out of the way into the bushes. There is nothing for weapons to lie here, you never know what. His Beautiful Maiden was more and more reminiscent of Elena the Beautiful from fairy tales. Not childish, of course, but folk, where Elena kills her loser suitors without mercy. And always kind and wildly bloodthirsty by necessity, but loves animals and birds, and those. But he must take her home, to the Urals, to her shelter, otherwise it becomes completely…

***

At the exit to the park stood police Ford, and next to him stood two policemen, PPS-nickname. One ensign, the other is a senior sergeant.

— Hello, young people… And you have a lot of bicycles, why so many?

— The girl of competition won, it’s a prize, — explained

Surov, — pointing to a white bicycle.

— Where do you live?

— On Veshnyakovskaya. Local us.

— Didn’t you hear the shots? And then they called us, they say they shot here.

— There was something.. Ilya answered uncertainly, — we must have been far away.

— I see.. Dima, let’s go, let’s walk, — said the warrant officer to the sergeant, throwing the machine gun on his chest.

Ilda looked at the weapon for a long time, and it was clear that she wanted to try what it was like in business.

— If you want, I’ll call the shooting range, try this weapon, — the young man quietly explained the situation, “just don’t take away the police guns.

— Don’t forget what you promised. I have to learn everything here.

— We also go to the museum, Historical. Did you really fall asleep five thousand years ago?

— I didn’t count, — Tsarevna answered sharply, — and I don’t kill everyone, only if they attacked themselves. Did I give them time to run away? Warned. You didn’t take the lives of others?

The words of the Princess fell on him like heavy stones on his back. Sometimes he looked at her beautiful face, and thought if he had kissed in vain? Ilya was silent, just looked at his feet, and was now walking a little ahead.

Week in Moscow. Healer in the park. Museum and shooting range

At home, Ilya, as he entered, found the nearest shooting range on the Internet, and signed up for tomorrow. Shooting range under the former DOSAAF, they promised to shoot the entire range of weapons.

— Tomorrow morning we’ll go to the shooting range, — he warned the guest.

— Until eleven I can’t, — the girl answered quietly, — I promised…

— Did you win the bike? — — asked Ekaterina Alexandrovna with respect, — an expensive thing.

— Ilda rides perfectly, — the young man praised it, — in the national team of Moscow invited.

— Agree, girl. You look, and the career will be provided. Why sit in this Urals? Well done, Vadim Grigorievich, raised his daughter, — the woman radically changed her opinion about the guest.

— Mom, next Sunday, we’re leaving, business trip. To Severouralsk.

— Well, what to do? Again! What is there to do? — she threw up her hands, — you, then Ilda, submitted documents to the university?

Ilya sat at the table and cloyingly smiled and quietly pushed the guest with his foot, she nodded.

— Well, that’s good. Let’s go watch a movie. I have a new one on the disc “Romeo and Juliet, — my friends at work advised a lot.

Everyone sat around the TV, Ilda sat down next to Ilya, Ekaterina Alexandrovna brought two blankets, gave one to the girl.

— You’re a freezer too, — the woman said, touching the Princess’s hand.

Ilya helped to cover the northerner with woolen linen, and turned on the film.

Ilda watched this drama carefully, without asking questions. The girl’s face was still, as always, but Surov already knew how she felt. Often the Princess was given hands, or rather fingers, which she began to quickly fold, as if twisting something. The end of the drama, the death of the heroes, infuriated Ilda, and she clung to Ilya, as if trying to get at least a drop of heat from him. Finally, great music and final credits went, the girl was silent.

— Did you like it? Ekaterina Alexandrovna asked.

— Good legend, — said Tsarevna, and not thinking to move away from Ilya.

“I’ll go to bed. And good night to you, — the woman said meaningfully, got up and went to her place.

Ilda hid her legs under the blanket, looking at the dark screen.

“I was lying there. In the mountain chambers, three days. And every night I woke up and talked to friends. Then she fell asleep like Juliet. How is my Mikla in the Mountain Chambers?

— Wait if you are dear to him. Soon we will find out. Grandfather will bring your passport tomorrow, he threw me an SMS. I’ll go to bed.

She nodded to him, and so she remained sitting, looking at one point in complete darkness.

***

In the morning, Ilda was busy until lunchtime, sitting on a bench near the pond, and a whole procession of suffering people lined up to her. The queue was a kilometer long, no less. There were already on duty that they were keeping order. After all this, healings, the girl dragged home bags of honey and gifts.

After lunch, we finally got to the shooting gallery by two-wheeled transport. The bicycles were chained so as not to be twisted. The shooting range was housed in an ordinary building, probably a bomb shelter made of thick concrete slabs.

— Igor Evgenievich? Surov asked at the entrance.

“We’ll call you now,” the guard answered and followed the boss.

A man of about fifty came to them, in an inexpensive gray suit, shirt, summer shoes.

— Did you call me and order shooting training? ‘he asked.

— Yes, I wanted to shoot. Learn, — said Ilda.

Igor Evgenievich just looked at the tall girl, and seemed to change. From a tired and exhausted man in front of them stood a cheerful and welcoming man.

— I’m so glad you came… Mom is doing great now, and sees and hears, walks herself. Even the borscht boiled… You just saved my life. Come on, what are we waiting for here.

In the very place for shooting, a mattress was prepared on the floor, an SKS carbine was lying, Margolin and IZH pistols were on the table.

— I am at your service.

— The girl wants to learn how to shoot, — explained Surov, — she did not hold weapons in her hands.

— No problem. Did not hold, so hold.

Igor was a poet of his craft. He immediately fired several shots from the pistol at the target, and began to show Ilda how to hold the pistol correctly, so as not to get injured from the shutter, how to load and discharge. Ilda took the player’s earpiece out of her left ear, put the device in her purse and lay down on a tarp.

The girl fulfilled the standard the first time, and already fired recklessly from two hands, and then, in the classic shooting position, putting her right leg forward, laying her left hand behind her back with a pistol in her right hand. With IZH, she knocked out eighty points from eight rounds, and Igor enthusiastically showed a target with holes marked with chalk.

There were no difficulties with the SCS, it shot down falling targets one by one, then discharged, brought the bolt to the extreme rear position, showing that there were no cartridges in the carbine.

Ilya only admired, looking after the Princess. Yes, she was beautiful in everything, even with a weapon in her hands. The instructor was also delighted with the guest.

— If you decide to hand over the rights, I will contribute. And with a hunting ticket there will be no problems for you and your young man. I organize everything, don’t worry.

Igor approached Surov, and looking up, he said:

— Just a human soul, how lucky you are with it! And helped so many… Not greedy…

Ilda shook her all-time sports, shook off the sawdust from the sleeves of the Olympian, and quickly approached them. The instructor told the girl something that was forever imprinted on Surov’s brain:

— Yes, you are a shooter from God…

***

Tuesday morning was ordinary, and at lunch Ilda came with the car keys in her hand.

— Ilya, here, take it… — and she gave the bundle, and put the folder with the documents.

“What is it?” — Surov did not understand.

— Yes, a man arrived by car, brought his father. He was paralyzed, very bad. But alive, and this is for me… Well, the old man went back himself, smiled, sat on a bench, fed the ducks. His son was sitting next to him, then he called, and his friend brought it — and she pointed her finger — and the car is standing there, next to the entrance to the park.

— Ilda, went again to DOSAAF, they promised you rights, — he said laughing.

Yes, it didn’t take long. His young lady became just a star of Veshnyakov, although she learned to drive herself, in just a couple of hours.

***

On Wednesday, at the place where she received people, there was already a police car, with terribly polite and cultural employees. Now the police kept order.

They walked to the metro, where some people had already greeted Ilda, finding out. This time she wore a dress, remaining in white sneakers, and with a leather woman’s bag over her shoulder. She didn’t like the shoes very much.