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Also snow are more white
It became.
Here unexpectedly burst an amicable laughter of little listeners. The reader reddened to ears, wounded up to the soul depth, but read up up to the end.
– Well done! – the teacher told and, having turned back to the class shutting itself mouths from laughter strictly told: – I ask not to laugh: he read perfectly: here and it is necessary to read good verses, and I taught you: but you still consider a model of good reading reading our sexton in church! It is advisable to laugh at you, but not to you at it!
Pupils became silent, but Vukolu seemed that they did not believe the teacher.
Vukol was accepted in the second class at once though Elizar, leaving, warned the teacher that he taught the son itself – and only to reading, and did not teach the letter. The teacher, smiling, objected:
– Nothing, we will learn.
When there occurred change and the teacher left upward, pupils, running out from school on the square, imitated Vukol:
– And mine му-?
And again laughed at the beginner: over his short-haired head and a city suit, imitated his gait, manners. Vukolu remembered far times of Tatorki, is inexplicable the hating Vukol.
It was considered how a ridiculous wonder. Big pupils – too in undergarments and with hair to a curve piece came from the senior class.
– Shay Kaká of a debt, as at Ali’s goose at an ugly duckling!.
– And holds the head on one side!
– Correct for it!
At new explosions of laughter pokes, clicks in the head, pinches began, and one big speckled guy of years of seventeen caught it the head “to correct”.
The beginner suddenly lost patience, again reddened to ears as during reading, his lips flinched, eyes began to sparkle. Vukol grabbed the ruler sprained under a hand and stuck with it into a face of the torturer. The blow incidentally had directly in the laughing teeth, having scratched gums: at the guy blood seemed. He unexpectedly was embarrassed and departed away.
Too began to laugh at the big pupil:
– Eka communicated!
– Beginner! give it looking for!
– I do not fight! – gloomy, as the badgered small animal, Vukol answered.
– You do not fight, and gave a smack in the teeth?
– Well, according to Lyubov with somebody, with more exactly!
It was faced by the robust fellow fellow – hair as rye, blue eyes, a high breast. Its exterior something was even pleasant to Vukol. Not to fight, and to make friends with such. The boy growth was higher than Vukol and addition athletic.
It threw off an undergarment, having appeared in a red shirt and plisovy wide trousers.
– Let’s fight! – and strong squeezed to it forearms, as if investigating muscles.
– Throw! – having flashed, Vukol told and very much squeezed the opponent’s hands.
That with surprise receded.
– Stand, robyata!
Vukol was pushed out in a circle. Some encouraged:
– Fight, at us without fight it is impossible!
– Surely it is necessary to visit fight!
The opponent pushed it in a breast with the left outstretched arm, bringing right above and above.
Vukol turned pale. The audience surrounded them with a ring, encouraging both. The beginner extended the left hand too as a board, and both of them came around, choosing a moment for blow. The opponent came, Vukol departed, changing a position. Suddenly blue-eyed struck to Vukol the first short blow with a poke, but Vukol reflected it the left hand.
On both sides the short blows which were not achieving the objectives fell down.
Vukol quickly adopted methods of fight, new to it: here did not swing the arm widely, fought pokes, striking blow shortly and quickly. The martial art was in that the left hand to reflect blow: the hand of one was linked under an elbow to a hand of another. Blows of the opponent poured immediately on Vukol, but he quickly adapted not to allow them to itself (himself).
Sometimes both, сцепясь, as if not in forces were to be uncoupled and then, having jumped aside, again went around as the fighting cockerels.
From crowd remarks poured: all wanted that “the” fighter knocked down “beginner”, but Vukol, by sight thin less than the opponent, did not give in.
– Add to it, Vanka!
– Pour to the dolgoushy Tatar!
– To Gololoby!
– Give not to the peasant! To Strannem!
Strannimi in the village called strangers to peasants, visitors, landless, the poor people, farm laborers and handicraftsmen working on hiring. Each of small kandalinets got used, imitating seniors, to despise “strange”.
Having uncoupled, they were again linked. Vukol was more flexible, managed to jerk unexpectedly Vanka on himself why that suddenly fell on knees, and, falling, unintentionally hit the opponent with an elbow in a face. Furious Vukol crushed the athlete under himself.
They were separated. Hubbub began. Shouted that Vukol incorrectly struck. But at it under an eye bruise was blown up: was considered to beat “snouts” unlawful too.
Then Vanka zavorotit a sleeve of a shirt and showed bruise on a hand – a trace of “handshake” of a hand of Vukol.
It immediately changed a general view to the beginner.
– Here it is what! Only once zhamknut – and printed all hand!
– Silence! – Vanka cried, shaking off and putting on an undergarment – fight was in a draw! – And suddenly, having friendly smiled, gave a hand to Vukol: – Do not become angry! We have a custom – beginners in fight to test! I am Ivan Chelyak, the son of the miller Amos! Still nobody from legs knocked down me: I love such though you and stranniya! How call?
– Vukol! – the beginner answered, accepting the given hand.
Explosion of the general laughter sounded.
– Vukol! in a corner! knocked!
Rang out in a bell. All rushed in places. Vukola covered with chalk a black eye.
The teacher entered. In a class there came the silence. The teacher attentively looked round pupils and suddenly approached
