Sapphire fairy. Prose in English. Natalia Patratskaya
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that the girl decided to sit on a bench and look around. She remembered how she first came to visit Aunt Dasha last year.
The sun shone through the curtains just like a copper ladle into which it fell by its rays. But the sun and the copper ladle by common efforts did not make stars out of Catherine. Now all the stars are singers, thin, small in stature and weighing up to 50 kilograms. “Probably, so that the scene under them does not fail,” – thought the girl. Yes, to be a star is not for her, but for singing birds, and she has a different weight category.
There are racing horses, and there are heavyweights that are heavy, but slow. They are closer to Katerina, and even closer to her Sisyphean labor. So, last summer she drove from the train station to the village in a real cart with wooden wheels. The cart was carried by an ordinary horse.
The next morning, Katerina went to the river in the same swimming trunks.
Neighbor Semenovna jumped out from behind the fence and screamed:
– Girl, you completely lost conscience! The chest has already appeared, and you are not covering it! You’re a big girl, you can not walk around the village like that!
Katerina stopped, eyes on the neighbor dragged out and could not understand at all, why such disfavor was for her. She was 10—11 years old at that moment, and she just had 50 kilograms of weight. Aunt Dasha weighed her on the scales for vegetables. Catherine’s mind is girlish, and her appearance is large. No, she was not fat, she was just a big girl. On it all the reliefs of the figured terrain immediately became visible.
A girl in swimming trunks reached the river, and there was a feather lying on the shore, geese swimming. She goggled her eyes again and could not understand in any way where in this river you can swim! The girl looked at the river and was afraid to go into the water, and around her swallows flew and hid in the bank, in the pits of the nest.
Katerina climbed on a slope with swallows nests and vegetable gardens passed into the house.
Aunt Dasha worked as a vegetable gardener in the village. She had a vein and was tanned in the arms to the elbow and legs to the knees. Katerina was all white, unburnt. And she was fastidious to hell. She looked at the pot on the stove and the nose of the wheel.
Why bring up the nose? There has never been any other food here. Aunt Dasha coarsely cut the potatoes, then she fried them in lard and put them on the table. Near onions put the whole arrows. Katerina choked, wanted to eat, but could not, put off the fat in the direction.
Yes, still. Aunt Dasha gave her daughter Tamara from a gypsy. Gypsy camp passed by the village, the daughter was born. Of course, by the time Tamara grew up, Aunt Dasha presented her legal father. She married married retired Ivan Kuzmich, he was very handsome, with a mustache.
Here Ivan Kuzmich and became the official father of Aunt Dasha’s daughter. Oh, and Tamara and Ivan Kuzmich loved each other. They are not relatives, and relatives were better. Oh, life sometimes – foot wrapper! Ivan Kuzmich very much footcloths after the army he loved, everyone in his boots went.
Katerina, sitting on a copper bench, noticed a rooster who ran out from Aunt Dasha’s chicken coop.
The girl sang a song:
– Rain, rain and sunshine, it is not wet at all. He is like a grain, golden and kind.
The sun blinded the rain. The rain in the sun seemed not wet drops, but sunshine. The cockerel was jumping through the puddles in the sunny rain.
The rooster came out of the chicken coop to meet and stopped under a canopy.
– Cockerel, you, why run through the puddles, so it is impossible! – cackle pestle.
– Pest, do not worry, look, what a golden rain! He is warm!
– Tell me too! Rain is damp, and kind and warm is dust on the road!
– Pestrushka, quickly turn to the chicken coop! Look what happened to him!
“Cockerel, you’re making up again,” said the nestling and slowly turned to the chicken coop. – Oh, that with our chicken coop has become! – the hen cackled.
– I do not know, our chicken coop has become a sunny palace! – the cockerel crowed.
From the song sung by Katerina, the coop black from the rains turned into a golden house and shone with its new walls in the rays of the sun under a thin sunny rain.
Five more chickens ran out of the coop. They stopped under a golden canopy. Chickens trampled on one place, they could not cluck with excitement.
– Pestros, why are you silent? – zakukarekat cock.
“Oh, Petya, look at what happened to our chicken coop inside,” said the elder pestle, barely audible.
The cockerel and his six chickens entered the chicken coop and stopped at the entrance. They could not take a step or take a flight from surprise. Instead of seven poles in a dirty hen house from the litter, they saw a golden room, made of wood, but covered with lilac varnish. Along the perimeter of the chicken coop are shelves of thin perches. On the floor were golden baskets for layers. The water shone clean in a wooden trough. In the second trough lay golden grain.
– Pestrus! Great! I like! Choose your place! Three on the left, three on the right, I’m in the center. In places!
Pestros, without saying a word, took off each in its place and happily cackled. Soon they sat in their baskets and laid down six golden eggs. The cock appreciated his work and happily zakkakrekal! And in vain. Hearing the cock crow, Aunt Dasha came running. She threw up her hands and sat down at the entrance to the chicken coop on a stool golden from lacquer.
– Chickens, what is it? Asked tired Aunt Dasha.
In the chicken coop, everyone was silent.
– Miracle! And the eggs are golden!
And suddenly, before the eyes of the rooster and the chickens, who were sitting on the new and comfortable perch, Aunt Dasha changed dramatically. From a tired woman in a calico long skirt, tucked from the sides of her incomprehensible figure, she turned into a pleasant slender woman in jeans and a white T-shirt. Her gorgeous wavy hair lay on her shoulders.
Sang a loud and joyful cockerel.
Sleepy Ivan Kuzmich jumped out of the house in old blue sweatpants, swollen on his knees, and shouted:
– Well, cock, you got me! You do not give sleep after dinner! I can say, I am following an ancient custom: I sleep after dinner, and you wake up! I’ll take my head off!
Ivan Kuzmich suddenly stopped himself, he saw a beautiful woman at the entrance to a magnificent chicken coop.
– So I still sleep? He asked himself and touched the wall of the hen house.
After Ivan Kuzmich touched the golden wood, he began to change dramatically in front of his wife and the whole chicken coop. The man’s face became smooth and pleasant. In fact, Ivan Kuzmich appeared sports suit, which made him slim. His hairstyle has become a man’s haircut, and not a felted haircut.
From behind the corner of the house came a neighbor Semenovna. She went to the numb surprise people and birds.
– What happened here? Everyone is so cool! What a beautiful chicken coop! Neighbors, when did you manage to build a new chicken coop?
– Semenovna, do not worry and do not touch anything! – shouted Aunt Dasha.
“What else, they don’t sit down on the new porch,” the elderly woman was indignant and sat down on the porch of the hen house.
Naturally, the old woman immediately turned into a decent woman of uncertain age.
“Oh,” groaned Ivan Kuzmich, astonished.
At this time, the sun hid behind the clouds, and the rain stopped. Gloomy sky surrounded the chicken coop and the