Doctor Zhivago

4

In the summer of nineteen hundred and third year on the chaise with a pair of Jura uncle rode through the fields in the nest boxes, estate of the silk manufacturer and great patron of the arts Kologrivov, to the teacher and popularizer of useful knowledge Ivan Ivanovich Voskoboinikova.
Kazan was, the height of the harvest. Due to the lunch time or on the occasion of celebration of the soul did not come across any fields. Scorching sun nedozhatye strip, how poluobritye convict heads.
Birds circled over fields. bowing ears, Wheat stretched to attention among committed no wind or in the sacrum towered far from the road, where gazing at long accepted view of moving figures, if it went over the edge of the horizon surveyors and writes something.
- And these, - asked Nicholas Paul, laborer, and the caretaker of the publishing house, sitting sideways on the box, stooped and lifted the foot for foot, a sign, that he was not the driver and zapravsky ruled not by vocation, - and this is how, pomeschikovy or peasant?
- Эnty hospodsty, - I answered Paul and lit, - but efti, - drove with fire and protracted, He poked a long pause after the end of the whip in the other direction, - efti their.
Ai asleep? - and then I shout it on the horses, on their tails and cereals which he always squinted, as a driver on the gauges.
But the horses were brought, all the horses in the world, ie wheeler ran with the innate nature guileless candor, and trace horse seemed uncomprehending outright bezdelnitsy, who only knew, what, arching swan, I danced squatting under the bells jingling, which she raised her own heartbeat.
Nicholas drove Voskoboinikova proofs of his book on the land question, that in view of the intensified censorship push publishing asked to reconsider.
- Shalit people in the county, - said Nikolai. - The parish Pankovskaya merchant killed, Zemsky burned at stud. What do you think about this? What you say in the village?
but it turns out, Paul sees things even murkier, than even the censor, moderates agrarian passion Voskoboynikova.
- What they say? disbanded nation. naughtiness, they say. With our brothers have possibly? Peasant Unleash, so because we have each other passing, the true Lord. Ai asleep?
It was the second trip to the uncle and nephew in the nest boxes. Jura thought, he remembered the way, and every time, as the field scattered in breadth and a thin rim covered in front and behind the forest, Yura seemed, he finds a place, from which the road should turn right, and with the rotation appear and disappear in a minute desyativerstnaya Kologrivovskaya panorama from far and glittering river running through it for the railroad. But he deceived. Fields alternated fields. Them again and again covered forest. Changing these spaces to set up a broad way. I wanted to dream and think about the future.
None of the books, fame later Nikolai Nikolaevich, It has not yet been written. But his thoughts were already defined. He did not know, how close his time.
Soon among the then literature, university professors and philosophers of the revolution was supposed to be the man, which is thought to all their subjects and who, except for the terminology, there was nothing to do with them.
They all together held some dogma and contented words and appearances, and his father was the priest Nicholas, Tolstoyism past and the revolution, and which went on all the time. He longed for thought, Elated-real, which draws to hypocrisy discernible way in its movement and change something in the world for the better and that even a child and ignorant would be noticeable, like a flash of lightning or thunder rolled trail. He wanted a new.
Yura was well with his uncle. He was like a mother. Like her, he was a free man, devoid of prejudice against anything was unusual. As she, he had a noble sense of equality with all living. He also, how is she, I understood everything at a glance and know how to express thoughts in the form, as they come to mind in the first minute, while they are alive and not inapplicable.
Yura was glad, that his uncle took him to the nest boxes. It was very nice, and scenic location is also reminiscent of mom, who loved nature and often took the Jura for a walk. Also it was nice to Jura, he will meet again with Nike Dudorova, gimnazistom, jïvşïm Voskoboinikov, which probably despised him, because he was two years older than him, and that, hello, with the force pulled her hand down and bowed his head so low, that the hair fell on his forehead, covering his face half.

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