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Stems won, and quite a decent amount. Painted another, Stems won, but so much more. The third game, he also won. When the barrel has won the fourth game, the door swung open institution. Came landlords. They are indifferent and fastidiously looked over the situation and demanded the debt. Stems begged them “a moment of patience,” scored thousand; Krapivin and Vanya last pulled money out of pocket, and stretched out his entire Stems present a formidable advantage to landlords.They said that in the first place – little money, accrued interest, and secondly, the barrel must immediately get out of the institution, as it was lost on the stock exchange.
- Too lost in a thousand? - Sochuvstvuyusche asked Vanya.
- This is who? - Asked the landlords of stem. - He is human, fun?
- No, no! - Stems flustered. - It’s our Vanya. He’s just an artist. The artist-restorer.The artists – they’re all a little misunderstood everyday nuances. Well, they do not even know what a stock exchange.
- Well, well! - Said, landlords, took the keys of stem, made him a verbal warning about the timely payment of the remaining debt, and were kind enough to pick up the belongings – a samovar with a tape recorder. After that closed the institution took place in a black BMW and drove away.

On the street a few homeless people were playing on the empty bottle into the twenty-one, comfortably ensconced on the withered grass next to the institution, which is already in the past, was in charge of the barrels. He walked up to him, raking the remaining detail, put it on the line and for a short time, under the astonished cries of Vagni and bemused laughter Krapivin, won all the bottles.Homeless, angrily, and at the same time sad to look at the loss, the exposed rows behind the stem, and headed for the dustbin for new prey.
- Wait a minute! Take a bottle, then your own! They are we to anything! - Ivan stopped them a cheerful voice.
- What? What! - Stems screamed and ran to the bottles – you Vanek brazen! This is mine!
- Yes, God bless you, Stems, – indignant Krapivin – why do you empty dishes? Do not you ashamed?
Stems red, motioned for the homeless, so they took away the bottle, and made his way to the Zhiguli stuff in the trunk of a samovar. After that kicked the wheel and hesitantly asked,
- Well, what do I go?

On that day, Stems suddenly realized that the outcome of the game may be subservient to him. He confidently sat on his couch, took a card and said:
- From now on, I’m not losing.
Krapivin skeptical grimace, and Ivan scratched his curly head and noisily sipped tea.
- I know – continued confidently Stems – you do not believe me, but it is. I have often in my life came to the wrong conclusions and findings, but not today!
- You, Stems, hand, hand – Krapivin grinned, lit it and let the smoke in his eyes zelenovolosoy woman. - You, probably, bought some Chinese talismanchik?
- No, I invented a system based on Taoism – took the card, went on Stems
- What is it – Taoism? - Ivan asked.
- Vanek, why are you so narrow-minded? - Stems outraged. - And the restorer.Yin-Yang. Male-female.
- This type of Kamasutra? - Vanin question remained unanswered – the cards were dealt, the game began.
- Do you read books then at least!? - Continued to resent the Stems.
- I did the artist restorer of books and graphic – resentfully answered Vanya.
- Okay, but read what they read? - Stems did not let up, handing the card.
- I have a favorite book “One Hundred Years of Solitude,” I have long since I read it. And I recently mastered Pilevina, about Chapaev and void.
- So what? - Asked Krapivin reaching for undelivered cards.
- Normal book, – said Ivan – There about the Civil War, about the revolutionaries.
- There is about the Revolutionary … An interesting interpretation, – smiled Krapivin, sorting out their maps.

By ringing slot machines and bryakanyu Stems could never get used. In the eyes dazzled by the bright ugly, yellow and red fruits. Drawn money waxes and wanes, without causing an emotional response in the stem. A year lease of the gryaznenkogo institution with four slot machines, the same amount of high stulikov, small sofa, upholstered in leatherette, a table with the words “Winston”, and amateur figure goggle-eyed face zelenovolosoy woman on the ceiling, Stems understood as if the drums are not cool still it is enough just to pay bills, food and a limited amount of gasoline for beushnye Lada.
Today Stems not resist. He rose from his couch and began to walk around behind the backs of two players and loudly argue that people now a peripheral device to a computer or a slot machine. What a person thinks he’s watching TV, but in reality television looks at him, that life in general has become unbearably simple, there are no movements of the soul, there is nowhere else.
- And the woman calmly looked on top! - He cried out loud at the end of speech, and held out his hand toward the ceiling. Indifferent to this point visitors looked up sharply.
- What a crap! Painted themselves? - Odernuv jacket, said hook-nosed, with delicate features, a young man, and second, a large head, a good-natured grin.
- What, in the fig, the difference! - Exclaimed Stems – the point is that today, I suddenly realized what this should be addressed. It is necessary to play cards. This is at least mentally, healthy and excitement. I am the owner of this room. It will settle down and play. And then those fucking dwarves have already got!
- What are the gnomes? - Said a large head with a slight shock.
- These! - Stems said, pointed to the screen machine, where the cartoon gnomes ate fat pink worms, put in the middle of the hall table, pulled out a deck of cards and started shuffling them.
- Gnomes really disgusting – said hook-nosed, stretched out his hand and introduced himself Stem: – Krapivin.

- Named for a long time it was – replied Stems – but I just now realized that the historical process is missing. But this is enlightenment and truth. So I renamed store. These are going to do. What would it cost me. Moreover, it is still no buyers.
- As always, there is – sigh Lavrik, removing the box Mandzhongom. - How to rename?
- We call the shop – “Stems” – said the barrels.
Lavrik smiled
- Maybe, “Samovar”? As for us here, except your samovar, and there is nothing interesting. By the way, and he is involved in your process?
- Yes, the samovar is involved, but it sounds stupid.
In the evening on the porch of the store hung a little crooked, but a bright sign: “Samovar and Stems.” At night, store, along with a sign that blew up, and the stem, knocking his door, dragged out of bed and beat him. She was beaten and laughed: “We must then, as oborzet, Well have a retarded name invented”.
In the morning, under the June sun-maddened when the trunk with easy access to your damaged property, and saw a bustling concerned representatives of the authorities, he suddenly felt like hell inside the black earth was a rapid pulse. Lavrik sometimes slept in the store, he allowed the Stems.
- Are you the owner? - Asked the stem. - What kind of person you slept in the store?
Trunks could not answer the question, he just cringed parted swollen lips and said softly:
- A samovar, what happened to him? He’s alive?
- What the hell samovar? Found a corpse identification impossible. You also ask – who you have slept in the store?
- I have a samovar – a real, not electric. I have for him and derevyashechki felled in order to incite him. We have always boiled the samovar in the morning, drinking tea and listening to “Death in June”, – said Stems, and touched his temple significantly graying. His head swam, his legs became cotton, and he sat down on a black ground.

Today Stems suddenly realized that the historical events and personalities, the whole historical process – full Bayda. Nothing like that is not there. Stems are now aware that the ceiling above him just under his feet linoleum floor; below – if you go off the elevator – a black ground, covered with asphalt, which is located within the Ag. There are a number of peripheral sites, but they are so negligible that the historical process, they create their very existence, and can not support.
One of these places, a tiny shop of home appliances, “Caesar” Stems owned.And today, waiting for the seller Lavrik – part-time students, thin and sad, permanently evading the army – will bring to the boiling streets, smelling of smoke, a samovar, put it on the table, brew tea and spill it on the big brown circles, Stems included dozens of exposed TVs on sale at the History Channel, and said:
- Laurel, Bayda it all! All this Histori. Brad and simply a lie!
Lavrik made “Das Institute Joon” and pulled out a box with a bright mandzhongom:
- Maybe a better play? - He asked without much hope – they played at the Lavrikova premiums would equalize – but until Stems not pronounce his next enlightenment, it is useless to ask him about anything. Good thing this time is not as complicated enlightenment, as in the past associated with an introduction to stem from Hegelianism.
- No, Laurel, no! - Exclaimed excitedly trunks stood up and began to walk around extensively and substantially in front of soundless screens and broadcast that Babylon, Joan of Arc and the Kulikov battle – all invented that story began when the trunk was born, and so it stuck. He was born, studied and served in the Army, married, divorced, and that’s the whole process.
- And what, and Caesar was not? - Lavrik said.
- What the Caesar?
- Julia, Caesar’s. Ancient Rome. Cleopatra. ”And you, Brutus”.
- No – without hesitation, replied Stems – is the fruit of the imagination. Especially Brutus! - Stems paused, looked like a big black heron, and touched his temple beginning to turn gray, and continued – Yes, the imagination! Whose only here? With this I have to sort out.
- And what if you have a shop “Caesar” is called?
Wrinkled trunks. Gangster named Caesar put before him the condition – if the barrel would call a store in his honor, it may not pay as well as “what the fuck with this zadripannogo shop has something to take!?”