abyss of water, which was trying to pull the weakened body. He continued rowing and soon jumped to embrace the cold flow. The body ached. Exhausted feet touched the bottom last. The guy on all fours and crawled ashore with pleasure sprawled on the sand. He lay in the sun long enough.
“Why not bake, do …?” – He looked around and saw the sun, which was already late in the afternoon.
– Well, it is necessary to stamp! – He said to himself out loud. I looked up at the cliff. “I’ll go on horseback, in fact swim to the left bank,” – he thought, and began to climb the ten-sand wall. The feet trod softly rolled away on the rhizome pieces stuck on the side of the cliff. He was raised up. In the middle of the slope of the man he paused. Before him stretched a vast panorama shrouded in a blue haze late afternoon forest, interspersed with cultivated fields and the picturesque scattered here and there Ukrainian villages, clearly visible from here his little white toy brick house. Nez-ribbon Throw back roads could guess by slender poplars, like spaceships shot up to the sky green crown housing. River snake curled in the green, glistening ripples of waves, justifying the already exact name of the river, “I do.” Long shadows lay in the lowlands filled with mysterious black ravines, cool mist concealing veil. Looking around the guy began to rise above his feet, feeling tired reluctant to seek support, resting his hands on his knees, he eased the upward movement. It bumps will be no end to the top was only half of its growth as a foot, finding flimsy support slid and it uplifting clubs sandy dust flew head over heels for almost vertical slope down. Tripped over a piece of rock sticking out of the cliff, painful scratched his leg above the knee. Angry at a bad climb, he was going quickly, he surprised his swagger, climbed to the top. And only then at the top, really I felt the pain in his leg. Wound was like a wound from a sharp object. Blood flowed, folding cup on the knee, stained with mud.
“The wound was an urgent need to wash!” – He thought, and began to descend again to the water. “And, that’s the one.” – Going down closer to her abuser, the guy thought. And he began to consider it. It was a sharp Chipped edge of the pot sticking with the collapsed slope steeper.
– You’re from there took a pot? – Asked the space in the ear.. Dropping to one knee, his hands began to tear yielding soil. Soon it appeared the thin neck bellied surface Greek amphora with two arc-shaped handles on the sides. The outer surface kept some color illustration jammed with mud. Wounded amphora guy is faster, uncork vessel. Amphora was the size of a bucket. The guy tried to pull it out, but the vessel was heavy.
“Probably full of sand.” – He thought. And turning the neck down, he began to shake with her sand. But it was all to no avail, the sand does not spill.
“We must stick may be easier. I’ll take to the water to wash out there.”
In the water he washed the wound, the blood ceased to flow, but the pain did not go away. Not paying attention to the wound unwell, he pulled the vessel into the river, began to wash the amphora. On the surface of the picture stood out from the life of the ancient Greeks, hitting preserves the purity of colors. They showed a woman in a long white dress with amphora on his shoulder. Next scene of warrior fighting a hunter holding a spear in his right hand directed to the edge of the image of a brown bull. The neck amphora was chipped off and the sharp end of it sticking out outwardly. Slipping his arm, the guy came across a solid barrier compacted soil cap scored the internal volume of the amphora. Rinse mouth with water, he was convinced that this was the tight tube poking fingernail pliable tube material he stared substance. That may still be there honey? Ancient wax compressed time, he guessed. A vague presentiment of something unusual hidden there, shivering swept through the body, making you forget about the injury. “The treasure?! Maybe it’s a treasure!” – Frantically raced in the brain. He tried to remove the nail jam. Nothing worked. Wax pressed for centuries as a monolith stuck in the neck of the amphora. Finally, I break guessed right stick. Hazel branch, thought about, and that if you break it. No break an ancient work of art, to clean the house and put as decoration. Well, that is interesting, what is it? He became a broken branch to pick stopper. Scratched, pulled rotten rag from time to time, put his hand into the neck. Fingers groped hard roundels and oval plate. The treasure, and is a treasure. He took out a coin and looked at her, the glint of gold for a moment blinded Man, gleaming in a ray of the setting sun.
– Wow! Yes, I am richer than most of Tutankhamun! – He exclaimed. Tilting amphora, coins spilled on hand yellow circular plates were piled on a bunch of hard palm…
Thirst of money
– There is no sense to wait any longer. – Said the gray-haired man of medium height tall and broad friend.
– Yes, I’ve seen at a bus stop one sleek boy out of the brand new “Audi”. Why do they have to ride in jeeps, sedans, Mercedes and we do not? We have to have money!
Two figures were moving at a slow pace through the alley of the old park. Twilight gradual, but concentrated in the crowns of centuries-old pines and lindens. At nightfall, a keener sense of the idea of tormenting both, ideas mining money. They are intertwined in the minds of the interlocutors in the most improbable plans. But on closer analysis shows their inconsistency, absurdity, and the thirst for easy money harder inflames the imagination and the desire to obtain money doubled with renewed vigor. One of them, of the shorter name was Igor. Igor did not differ athletic build compared to his old friend. But he had a sober mind and ability to think analytically. He wore long denim suit with a faded and worn in the fashion of trousers. He wear usually black hair streaked with gray. He did not like to drink and did not smoke. Early he started a family and did not have time to walk properly. He hated all my heart the work in design and technology bureau. He not loved specialty acquired at the institute and specialty dreamed superb obtain coveted money to lead a life without work for fun. A first step to destroy the hated diploma acquired profession that not to stay at home to find work in shifts as a blindfold blind, burning and not skipping prey dog. His melancholy eyes blue intelligent eyes looked indifferent to the world around us, and only at a meeting beautiful girls animated twinkle subdued melancholy passion. Yes, he was men love women, he wanted to throws the money, he wanted to have an expense car, but in an honest way, he understood that earn a lot of money will never work.
His companion was different harmony. High growth. Square jawed, chiseled nose, and to top it all had beautiful blue cornflower blue eyes, and not one pair of female naive eyes could not help but sigh, looking at friends. His name was Oleg. He was wearing a shabby old coat. Wrinkled pants and boots laced to the nodes connected to the laces. He loved life. His eyes were alive with enthusiasm. He received his education at night school. He worked on the basis of a transit of imported goods as a loader. He was tormented by an obsession thirst for money.
He wanted to live in the age of forty years instils. What prevented him to reach the previously prosperous life; a number of circumstances. A failed marriage to actress of the local theater and its constant betrayal. One day, finding her lover’s wife in bed gave him a severe wound with a knife, which led to a ten-year prison term, and then, finally, he is at liberty. Around simmering, but angry at his fate loser he is increasingly returning to thoughts of easy money. And now on this Sunday, day strolling old park thought both friends hovered in the production of easy money.
– Oleg, has an idea! – Suddenly exclaimed Igor.
– Speak, speak, rather than push?
– The head of the base, you have spoken, elegant living.
– So what?
– So, we milked.
– It
