- Listen, sister, you have done things, honestly ...
Story
"Oh, August, well, what did you do ..." the mother did not find words and seemed to be about to pay.
The girl silently got out of the hugs of the mother and silently stared at the floor, covered with fluffy green carpet.
Even recently, on this carpet, she set up toys, and it was even green, but the sea, and the shore turned out to be on a small red sofa. Or on the floor was the ground, and on the sofa - the mountains or the sky. A bed in the shape of a boat was a real ship, and a plane, and the wagon of the poor from the distant countries. Everything that she saw on travels with his parents and everything that was invented later, how fun fairy tales was played here, in this room, and then recorded a student handle in large notebooks with pictures on the cover, which in a huge amount specifically bought parents. And now the time of the toys almost passed, and in a small head with confused dark hair, there are no fairy tales, but on the world of independent ribs into the world.
Unprecedented calm working day - it's on her moments, non-sitting work! - promised mother and a calm evening. Without a rush, the last project revised, brewed coffee. Looking out of the window of the highest building of the capital, even found time for "senile", as she was not without sadness, thoughts about the new generation, which wants to engage the age-old traditions of the whole civilization and build even residential buildings only inside. A hundred years old, the house of any family was in a big tree, flawlessly calculated from the point of view and their, and the earthly world so as not to damage the tree and not to suffer from the cataclysms themselves. Walking and all sorts of passion from the outside and nowhere else have always been an integral part of their lives. And now in the middle of the capital, the first "internal" park was built. Most there, as they say, uncomfortable, does not please landing greens and flawless flower beds: it's like walking inside a beautifully furnished cell under the supervision of foreign eyes. Whether it is - to go out at any point of the earth, breathe living air warmed by the real sun! It's a shame to say, but maybe young people just got lazy to produce calculations to go out where scheduled? Or maybe the knowledge is already missing? It is unlikely that young became so bugle that they are afraid to leave the trees. At home inside is the first step towards the trees remained only as the "doors" in the earth's spaces. And the park ... Park is already about the fact that no one will come out on the ground. Previously, the world inside was only for the economy and work, the connection with the Earth was not interrupted. And now?
In weightless, but still peaceful thoughts she got to the house. Removed shoes, fluffy slippers - a gift of the eldest son, what are they cute. Stroked the wood - real, and not finished wood, as in houses inside - the wall of the house: no, without a living tree in any way. Sounded: Dear, is who at home? The spouse had to return from the expedition only two days later, and she struggled to do not show the children that heasts. But kids - so she called the student-son and schoolgirl-daughter - they should have come back.
And then it called her phone call. After which she, pale and cold, had to be rushed into a nursery, to discover a daughter lying on the couch with a book and chatting, urgently find out the circumstances of an emergency, then dial the number of daughter girlfriend Rita, trembling, for the first time in many years, voice to talk With her parents and, finally, back to August.
- My sunshine, how is it? It's dangerous! With you anything could happen! Some, without adults! What for?
"I just wanted to see the Black Dragon Pond itself," Augustus was hatching his nose and militantly lost his sleeve of gentle-pink "princess" blouse. - You talked so great about him yesterday! Pond, black from algae, ancient trees. I remember everything and today I saw: the most ancient - plum, then - a huge cypress and the youngest-camelia. It is very beautiful and not dangerous at all!
- Cute, but you're not a child! The beast, a bad person - anyone could be there! Compared to your life and the life of Rita, this is, of course, it does not matter, but immediately after you, a whole bus of tourists brought to the pond - they could see you, and I would have been called from the service of the guard order! You must understand such things! We would have a big, big trouble with your dad!
"Well, they would think these, from the ground that we also tourists," the girl shrugged.
- Two girls who go straight from the tree at the dawn very?! Tourists? August, this is no longer funny. And if someone else also compared the facts and realized that not a single car was driving to the pond on this day? Oh, daughter ... and stop picking your finger the wall, try through!
August laughed:
"I presented how someone on Earth goes past our tree and sees my finger." You can pursue them - and people will be afraid and run away! They decide that we are ghost or someone else from their superstitions.
"I seemed to know that our children will be restless, as we ourselves, I nodded my mother. "Therefore, a older tree was chosen with his father on a desert mountain pass. To nobody went past.
"And now to walk coldly," the girl was put together. "It's better you stayed where they lived before our birth, in the jungle. My dad told me how fun was.
- And what insects were inhabited there - told? It is cold - you can always dress, the main thing is clean air and water, and in the winter you can walk in the countries warmer.
- ... and only with parents, yeah. I wish we settled in the tree of any amusement park! Every day the carousel, sweets ... - invented August.
- And in front of everyone they would return back to the tree. And it would be cut! With this do not joke, honey. We had one family so injured. I wanted to live in intact civilization in Africa. How were they going to stay there unnoticed? At the first exit, they were discovered. Coming all the tribe, and they barely managed to collect the most needed and run inside until the natives spread with the tree! Yes, they did not even take care of protection. Always said that the new fashion would not bring to the good. Both extremes are bad: And it is a hobby of construction inside, and the thrust for excessive "naturalness" with a refusal of protection ...
- Mom, - Waving his eyes, asked the girl, - And if the lightning in that world will hit in our tree - are we saved?
"We are responsible people," mother replied condescendingly. - Before settleing somewhere - to protect this place. Even if on our tree, the stream of lava rushes - even though we will have to move, but only in order to not cause suspicion of earthly people who survived in such a cataclysm with a tree. Competent protection will work until we turn it off.
- And if the tree grows on the slope of the mountain, and at the same time the earthquake and the eruption of the volcano begin, and the tree will fall into Lava?
- For residential trees there are special calculations, and they never let us down ... So wait for me to bang out. You answer the most important question: How did you calculate the path to the pond? I do not remember you have a single good estimate for calculations. Could you take the Namaum coordinates, go through them myself, also to call a girlfriend - such irresponsibility, I don't care about you. I was very lucky that your rita parents are such ... calm people. Even too calm. I will not remember who they are poets?
- Artists, - sighed Augustus.
"Oh, they say, children's pranks, we also Shali ... However, this father said, I don't know what I was with my mother when she found out." And you do not need to look at me: I was obliged to call, apologize and take responsibility for not having warmed up for my daughter. So where do you have coordinates? Whether you are even a genius of calculations - this is not a school level!
"It's me to blame," there was a low voice from the open door, from somewhere from under the ceiling.
"Victor frightened," the mother grabbed his heart. - How good you came. How long have you been here?
The young man entered the room, cursed his head, under the highest point of the Arch, the final door: Even the Father, a professor of architecture and settlements, could not figure out the height of the firstborn in advance.
"Mom, I did not follow it," Victor continued. - Because…
- Do not say! - bore August and often, often froze through her eyes. - You will spoil everything!
- I am nothing yet ruined. In a word ... August was not just asked you yesterday that such a black dragon pond. You were there with my father together ...
"Don't together: he was there several times there with an expedition, and then we both went with a tourgroup, with earthly people," mother clarified.
"Then he asked for your hand, we now know," the son smiled. - So, yesterday we were looking for a book in the father's office for my new work in the father's office, and from one book fell a piece of paper with the calculations of the path to this pond. And at the top there was a date, - the Father likes to put the dates so much!
"But the order," the mother said in instructing.
"It was the date of the anniversary of your wedding," said Victor. - Apparently, this year he wanted to walk with you at the pond on this day! We agreed to hide the leaf in the room Augustus so that you did not find it and did not know about such a surprise. And August, apparently, decided not only to hide.
August sighed to blame.
- Listen, sister, you have done things, honestly. The main thing - no one warned. Father on the expedition, mother at work, I'm at the university. I would come, but you are not. And where to look? What at least the world?
August sighed again.
- There, which is important, the recordings end with one exit to three trees, the calculation is not completed, I remember exactly. I wonder where you are stuck if the calculation was interrupted even earlier?
"Could warn," the girl answered angrily.
- Where could I know what you got there, I wonder? And from what tree you, as a result, have come out? From plum?
"From Camellia," the girl whispered.
"Camellia has five hundred years old, it's good," Brother breathed light easier. - plum for more than a thousand years, the penalty would have to pay a great one.
- And I didn't even think about it! - Mother's head shook.
"Yes, how can you think about money when a person almost disappeared," Victor spread his hands.
"Man" continued Ponuro to look at the floor.
"Okay, my dear," the mother summed up. - Let's do this and finish. I hope August well understood that to run somewhere in secret - it is impossible. And I just in case a ban of the cabinet of the father for these two days. You never know what other calculations is there. I remember, he somehow planned to move at all without trees, on the North Pole ...
- August, do you want to the North Pole? - Victor laughed.
"You know that I don't like cold," the girl went out. She really had plans for secret travels on fatherly calculations in the coming days, but with a closed office will have to forget about it. She could not rely on his own knowledge - especially after the control led his class instead of the Swiss foothills in some lonely stuck in the midst of the unknown desert Saksaul.
- So, it was decided. I closes the office, - the mother went to the exit.
"Wait a minute, I'll take a few books from there, I need to report, now I will clarify on the list," Victor ran out of the room.
"Mom, we go to the kitchen first," the girl asked and, as in early childhood, took the mother by the hand.
- To the kitchen? Well, go, - my mother was surprised.
At the dinner table, she was waiting for her transparent vase, which was not taken from the closet for a long time. And in the vase - a wonderful gentle flower of camellia. Live and real is so that it is he was the most ever life, the force that teaches to breathe and reach the sun, and the same fragile and defenseless as life.
Augustus silently pulled out a folded sheet of paper, the edge of which was pressed to the Vase table, and served her mother.
"Mom, it's you! Do not be sad, dad will come soon! " - It was on paper. The note ended with a suitis signature. For several months of August, he tried to come up with a signature attachment and very sorry, which would have to finally choose only one ...
"Wow, what kind of tenderness," Victor lost, who entered the list in his hands and found the mother and daughter hugging and loudly kissing each other in the cheeks. - And me so?
August and mother laughed and rushed to hug him.
***
"Mom, I don't understand something," said Victor, getting another book from the shelves.
- And what? - asked mother.
Victor looked out of the office, looked around, made sure that August was not applied to the favorite reception "squeak on tiptoe to the door," and returned:
- It is not clear that's what. If the tourists did not see anyone, the service of the protection of order is not known, and you have called Rita my parents ... then who informed you? ..
"I will not say," the mother squinted slyly. - Do you have no books a lot for two days? Take away and I'll close the door.
"And I seem to know," the son solemnly said and pointed to one of the photographs hanging in the niches. "I didn't think everything: and who is this mysterious citizen, from where it comes from, I told me about the rest, but I somehow forgot about it ...
Two faces were captured in the photo. One is the Father, with his constant good smile. And the second person, probably, would not be called - but also the face of the physiognomy of the creature of some people will not really mark the creature. Grozny and strong, but not the young dragon with black and black, like Smin, scales, joyfully rolled his teeth, obviously trying to smile into the imitation of a friend.
"Old complainant," Victor laughed and clicked in the image. - I wonder how people of the Earth would respond if they found out that those whom they consider either beasts, or fabulous characters, can call and complain to the behavior of the daughter of two solid scientists? Worried his older, you see. It could, by the way, to visit the girls to call, treat ...
"Unlike August, he keeps care," the mother said. - What do you think: what will happen if the dragon from the black pond will start just so in broad daylight on earth?
"Yes, there will be a lot of bad things," Victor agreed. He picked up a stack of books and went to himself.
"Still, the Earth is a dangerous thing," he thought, as long as the corridor was awkwardly. - It will end in that only the most desperate scientists will be published. "
Mother looked at the office again before close it. There was a whole world, the world of what they lived with her husband: Toma of the old and the newest editions on the shelves flying under the ceiling, photos of persons and beautiful species, paintings, gifts colleagues and memorable things from expeditions. And it was here that it was especially felt that there, behind the wall, is not a faceless peace of inner space, but the fresh wind, the mountains and the sky. And somewhere far away - the North Pole, where you have to get without trees, and even further - an ancient tree and his beautiful flowers. Their old and slightly grumbling dragon, which for some reason did not say a word today about one torn camellia.
"Still, the Earth is beautiful," she said out loud.