Gavrilych and his commanders
"Well, goodbye to everyone ..."
So, as already reported at the beginning of the story, the director went on stage and above all, he ordered everyone to pour half a glass. They started pouring, so the men had eyes on their foreheads and in their goitre their breath was full of surprise! Vodka was not a sick muck, but “Stolichnaya” and “Pshenichnaya” from the director’s stocks of still Soviet manufacture. He once regaled her visiting bosses, and the men only saw empty bottles from her, they called her general’s.
The first director offered to drink “with a date”, and said: “Well, everyone with a date ...” They drunk the second “for men”, the third - “for the army” ... After the third, the men became agitated with incomprehensibility, they even started to ask a friend friend quietly, but is our "political officer" inside? The director, after the third, stood behind the podium, sort of stretched the hall, looked around until everyone was quiet, and began:
- Guys, fellow countrymen, fellow villagers! What our life is today, you yourself know ... Which year we live, as if we are unnecessary garbage, on our own land. Only when Gavrilych was a donkey here did some kind of light and hope appear, it was then that they immediately remembered us ... In short! Today everyone saw, Gavrilych had "farmers." They want to receive tribute from him, like the yoke of the Tatar or the invasion of German invaders. Only this tribute will not be from him alone, but from all of us, they will suck the entire state farm, nobody will turn out. And how will we resolve this issue? Is my hut on the edge and my pose is cancer?
Then all the men roared at once, in the life of such a mat did not hear. The director waited, grinned and ordered the fourth to spill. They drank it without a toast, and he ordered:
- Raise your hands, which of you did not serve in the army.
Not a single hand has risen!
Who was who in the army
- And then, maybe you blabbed out in the service room at the service station, the construction battalion there, the house platoon, clerks at the headquarters, you were holding an automatic machine, except on an oath, in your hands?
Then the men roared again, they started shouting who was where and who was in the army. There were border guards, and paratroopers, and arrows, one sailor, one scout and even one sniper! And the most hefty, the first strongman in the area, served already in the Kremlin regiment! For a long time they would roll out before each other, but the director ordered the fifth to be poured. We drank it. The director back to the podium:
- Guys! We have known each other for a long time, all my life, and I have always believed in you, no matter how life somersaults us all. If what I’ve heard from you now is not trifle trifling, if you really decided not to bend before any punks, then right now, we begin to prepare, there’s not enough time, we have to keep up ...
The peasants calmed down somehow cautiously, they began to ask, they say, what to do?
Then the director brought Gavrilych out of the corner and said:
- And what should I do, Gavrilych should tell you. His rank is major, which means “main” in Spanish. Now, of all of us, there’s only nowhere for him to retreat, so we won’t betray him, brothers. Here you are, Gavrilych, the army, lead - do not be timid, do not hesitate!
And the sixth ordered to pour. Husband, gloomy all, did not believe him, but began to offer. He said that it was necessary to share on teams from close neighbors, to select commanders above them, whom everyone was ready to obey, to find out which weapon and ammunition is available, how much, is it working properly, and most importantly - to be able to keep all preparations secret, so that the bandits do not know ahead of time.
Guys forgot about the drink! They immediately divided into five teams, chose commanders, agreed that they would tell the wives and children about everything at home and told them to behave in such a way that outsiders could not find out anything. The commanders of the teams were a Kremlin man, a paratrooper, a border guard, a scout and a sniper. All of them in the army rose to the rank of commanders, the sniper - foreman, the rest - senior sergeants.
Headquarters and its staff
My husband, the fellow traveler continued the story, said that the headquarters, that is, the commanders, would meet every day in the morning and in the evening, and general meetings, if necessary, would only be in the evening. After that, they drank it somehow quietly, sadly, and the husband offered to disperse, and the headquarters linger. The commanders around him stood up, and the husband expressed it to them in the sense that they would leave now, dash for the drink, and the whole thing would go to dust. Then the Kremlin man silently and quickly left the club. Ten minutes later he returned and reported: “Some went to the store, but I, Petrovich, the seller, said loudly, everyone heard that there would be a dry law, and if anyone begins to pester, so sell him a bottle and let me know, I have it later this bottle and bite through the ass! " The commanders neighed, and the husband laughed with some relief for the first time in a day. They agreed to meet tomorrow at seven in the morning, and in the evening all the same once again to collect all and talk without a drink. At home, my husband said to me: “For three days I will watch and study, and then I will definitely decide whether we stay or leave.”
To be continued ...
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