Поиск

muvozanat.info

 

Holder Volcano

Member of the Uzbek Union of Writers

The execution in the electric chair

(The story)



Hurramcardon  of twenty-five, of medium height, with big cow eyes, hunched nose and black eyebrows and hair as oil.He works as an electrician in the local grid and loves his profession.Every day he's somewhere that's fixing, having climbed on high pillars on the claws.Working in a protective helmet of orange color, slightly deviating, holding in the stretch the chain around the pole and humming some funny song.At such moments, Hurramcardon  was too reminiscent of The villagers woodpecker sitting on an old pine post and knocks.Over the electric post, where Hurramcardon , floating like a huge cloud, like giant airships, and next spring the slender poplars sing Tits, bursting trills, such as: -Chka - di-di-di-di-di-di-di!The best and most interesting thing for Hurramcardon is that he can see everything from the height, at a glance, houses, yards, trees, streets, country roads, meadows and cows, cotton fields and fields of high mountain slopes and snowy peaks.

The villagers almost do not pay any attention to him. But when the electric wires were cut off in a winter blizzard or storm and the light goes out, then Hurramcardon  instantly transformed for the villagers, the most important, dear and close to heart person and even a heroic personality.How happy the villagers were when Hurramcardon panics and eliminates the problem! The population of the village old and young, even children in a loud voice, in unison they shouted: -Uraaaaaaaaa!. Hearing this for the first time, a person may even think that the angry people finally rebelled against the tyrant to make a revolution. Once the light is on, everyone, immediately forgot about Hurramcardon. And Hurramcardon in return, treating this with understanding, not offended at them. Often, the authorities themselves, to somehow save electricity, turn off the light and the village plunges into darkness. Especially in winter, when old electric kiosks explode, for weeks, sometimes months, people live without electricity, drowning their shacks and huts in the antediluvian way, eating and reading in the light of kerosene lamps, in the frosty silence. On days like these, when children do their homework in the light of a lit candle, an angry mob will curse the electricians and all the civil servants who oppress their own people, who voted for them in the elections, trusting  them with their fate, when they promised that there would be no problems with electricity and gas if the people voted for them.

With such thoughts Hurramcardon worked on the pole, and then rang his mobile phone. Hurramcardon pulled out his cell phone, turned it on.

-Hello!I hear you! - said Hurramcardon .

The man who called was silent.

-Hello! Who are you?! Why are you silent?  Speak, I'm listening! Hello!.. - said Hurramcardon surprised.

Here a man's rustling voice began to speak: - Hello! Is this electrician Hurramcardon?! Your last name is Uvadacardonov?.. Hello, man. In short you and I both know there is none. Well. Listen to me carefully and do not interrupt, do not ask who I am, where, of course, if you value your life!.. In short, your life hangs in the balance over the bottomless abyss and you have very little time.They want to arrest you today.This is because you blabbed somewhere that all the people who respect themselves in the world treat each other with aristocratic prefixes of the noble title as "Background", "Baron", "Don", "Lord", "Count". And he offered people a new idea that we too should address each other as they, having called names with the prefix "Cardon" and to write also names of citizens with the same prefix in new passports. After that, mentally calling their names with such a prefix, people laughed in unison, and could not suppress their laughter. Was it?  - friend asked.

-Yes, it was. What's wrong with that? I was kidding. Do they arrest you for a joke? - Hurramcardon was even more surprised .

- You kidding? That joke of yours on the same day, confidential informants denounced competence authority in writing, saying the idea of the citizen electrician Hurramcardon Uvadacardonov fraught with dangerous consequences for our society.To understand the scale of the ideas of a citizen of Hurramcardon Uvadacardonov enough to think about the name of our illustrious and eternally indispensable President with the same prefix "Cardon" - they wrote. After reading denounced the investigator from the fear got a dry throat. Then they raised the alarm and put you on the international wanted list. So run and look behind you. Okay, I can't talk anymore. It's dangerous. The situation is extremely serious. After our conversation you break your mobile phone with a stone and try not to talk on the phone. Sincerely, your secret friend ' said the stranger.

- What are you talking about, I was just joking that the company had fun and talked about some of our officials in the highest Government of  the authorities, who steal people's money and send them to foreign banks through zones, in the form of gold and diamonds in place in order to improve gas supply in the country and to upgrade the ageing transmission system. I did not say a word about the authorities that sell natural gas, oil and other minerals almost for free to other countries. And our poor people are drowning their huts, shacks and concrete apartments the antediluvian way in the harsh winter.That is, coal, wood or dung. Especially in winter, in the absence of electricity and gas, the population of our country suffers from the cold. Especially children. They do their homework at the light of a kerosene lamp in cold a house in the siege of Leningrad in the forties of the 20th century. When for the money stolen by some state officials of our independent country, you can easily build powerful ultra-modern power plants, hundreds of giant plants and factories, where our patrons are suffering from total unemployment even though they could work. They wouldn't travel the world looking for work and becoming slaves. If they had a normal job at home, our young fellow citizens would not have turned into marauders, in the hot spots of the planet, where they blow up and destroy beautiful cities, turning them into ruins, killing each other and innocent people, especially the homeless children...
Hello! Hello, can you hear me?! - said Hurramcardon . But from the phone he heard short beeps, similar to the beeps of the ventilator of the lungs of a patient, who died. That is, the connection was broken.

Hurramcardon  with fright, looked around and quickly went downstairs and went to the side of the block where he lives with his mother. On the way, all the people began to look for undercover policemen in civilian clothing. Before he went to his apartment, he again looked around and going inside, closed the door of his apartment. Seeing his pale face and anxious eyes, his mother became concerned.

What's wrong, son? - she asked.

- It's okay.Only, you know... there is such a thing... well, how do you explain it? More shortly... he said barely hearing the thud of boots outside the door, the fear stopped. Then, approaching the door on tiptoe, he looked through the peephole and saw the people standing there. One of them Hurramcardon immediately recognized. It was the local policeman Lieutenant Qogozcardonov, who began to knock at the door.

Who's there? Open the door - said mom of Hurramcardon.

Hurramcardon putting his index finger on his mouth and said in a whisper: - Shh, Mom, there is the Lieutenant Qogozcardonov with his squad. They want to arrest me. Don't worry, mom, it's gonna be okay. I'm going out the window right now and tell them you didn't see me. Take care of yourself, mom. I love you - said Hurramcardon, hugging his mom and saying goodbye to her. From these words the mother of Hurramcardon almost fainted.

Hurramcardon  opening the window, jumped on the booming testennou the roof of a nearby house and ran as a stuntman who performs dangerous and difficult stunts, replacing the actor on the set. After him, said the local policeman Lieutenant Qogozcardonov, people engaged in catching stray dogs. Downstairs they gathered the people and began to observe what is happening sasisa their eyes from the Sunny ray ladanyi their hands. They thought that in their hometown was a shoot action-Packed exciting feature film. Hurramcardon recklessly ran across the tin roofs. He ran and thought that in this world he ran everything as a hampster in a cage which is turning a wheel. People run because they are chased by the merciless grim Reaper. And people twist their wheels, big and small, gold, iron, wood and clay, quietly turning gray and aging at the same time. Who's got the legs for untold wealth. Even those who have paralyzed legs, too, running for a paltry pentia, who is moving with the help of crutches, who is in a wheelchair with the wheels of a bike. And the Earth, Is spinning like a mysterious wheel of the universe and so good that no one can stop it. And the blue sky was too similar to an hourglass, where seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, and centuries are flowing from above like the Sands of the torn bag like heaven in the hourglass of eternity... Such thoughts Hurramcardon  ran on, leaping from roof to roof, like a flying squirrel in the forest as suspense in the jungle.

-Citizen Hurramcardon ! Wait! Stop! Otherwise I will be forced to open fire with my service weapon! - shouted the Lieutenant Qogozcardonov.

Hurramcardon did not obey him. On the contrary he started to run even faster. He jumped from roof to roof like a monkey in the jungle, like a flying squirrel from tree to tree and ran recklessly. Lieutenant Qogozcardonov and the hunters ran with nets in their hand, deftly leaping from rooftop to rooftop, never losing sight of cursory Qogozcardonov. At the bottom of all this with admiration he watched the crowd of onlookers, as tourists at the canadian waterfall Niagara, over which some zipline. Then disaster struck and Hurramcardon  old fell into a deep ventilation shaft of the Khrushchev era. As he fell crashing down, he heard shouting in the dark. Someone coughed and sneezed in the soot and dust. On the roof all, still stomping their boots were the people.
-Oh, my! He's gone! As if the landing failed! To Shaytan!, where has he gone?! I really missed the bastard. - said the Lieutenant Qogozcardonov and said: Well, we'll do a stakeout on his apartment and he won't escape us! After these words, stamping the echoing roof detachment Lieutenant Qogozcardonov began to leave. When they left, in a dark ventilation shaft, someone lit a match and Hurramcardon  saw a man of about thirty-five or forty. He lit a candle. Hurramcardon  immediately asked for forgiveness from the owner for jumping into the housing.

- Nothing, the case - said man and continued.

- I am a lone writer and poet my name is Dahabebahokardon - he explained.

- I'm glad to meet you Mr. poet Dahobebahokardon. Call me Hurramcardon. I have a special secondary education. Before that, I worked as a simple fitter.

- Well, then we're almost colleagues. As you electricians are covering people's houses and roads and we poets illuminated the human soul like a brooding weary street lights in the quiet dawn - said еру poet Dahobebahokardon . Then he read his new poem.

Listening to the verses of Dahobebahokardon, Hurramcardon  took a deep breath.

- Ndaaaaa, such a great poet lives in an unlit ventilation shaft! What an injustice, my Lord! How do you even live in a hole like this covered in cobwebs? Such poets as you have to live in mansions, in the window that at night sneaks the curious moon. Where, outside the window are rings of white-trunked poplars in the wind, and the fall of the brooding maples drop their leaves in silence as tears. In the winter  twilight poets have to sit silently next to a large window, especially turning off the lights and gaze for hours on snowy a snowstorm, listening to the howling of vugi he said.

-No, Mr. Hurramcardon , on the contrary I am glad that I live in the ventilation shaft. It's much better than living in luxurious mansions. Here reigns peace and quiet. No one's bothering me here. I'm not running, I'm not in a hurry, I'm not late. Im doing what I like-said Dahobebahokardon.

Hurramcardon paused for a moment, looking at the hands of the poet of Mahabaratha covered with tattoos. Then asked:

- I apologize, Mr. poet, it is clear that you have been in prison for many years. What for?

-No, Mr. Hurramcardon , I wasn't in prison -said the poet Dahobebahokardon.

- Then why are your hands covered with tattoos? - said Hurramcardon .

AAA said Dahobebahokardon. Then went on to explain:

-I have not only my hands, almost all my body is covered with tattoos, where the text of my poems is written in small print, which can be read only with a magnifying glass. I wrote them on my body with ink and a needle so my poems wouldn't get lost. In short, I live the manuscript of his poems. That's the way I will save money to buy new shoes, but I still can not. I walk, as you can see, in these old footsteps, wrapped in my footcloths. It's like gold for the rich to me. I rarely would like to share with paper he said - then he continued,

-Mr. Hurramcardon , I'm glad you came. Although you came into my miserable home without warning, but you still are a God to me, you should be able to treat the poet more than that - said Dahobebahokardon.

- Well, I'm ready to take treats, Mr. poet. I know you want to punch me in the face for the fact that I bothered you with my stupid visit - smiled Hurramcardon .

- No, really I dont want to punch you in the face, you truly are an expensive guest. I do have some treats for you. There's got to be a piece of dried bread around here somewhere .I didn't eat it, even when I was facing starvation. I saved it for random guests. Where is it?.. With these words, the poet Dahabebahokardon began frantically fumbling in his old and tattered bag, made of fox leather.

- Don't, don't worry, Mr. poet I'm full- said Hurramcardon .

-Yes? the poet - said Dahobebahokardon, and made a sad sigh. Then he got very excited, feeling his torn jacket and pulling out the inner pocket of the pouch.

- Here, I have an excellent shag, made by me from the fallen crimson leaves of autumn maple, which sadly drops in deserted autumn parks and alleys in the misty silence. That is, I will treat you with sacred smoke -he said, hastily unleashing a ribbon from his pouch with his hands shaking with excitement.

-Mr. poet Dahobebahokardon, don't. I'm not Smoking or drinking.That is, I lead a healthy lifestyle. Sports said Hurramcardon .

-Don't be afraid, Mr. Hurramcardon. The tobacco heals - explained the poet Dahobebahokardon , stuffing his pipe with tobacco,on the thin mouthpiece, specially made of reeds. Then, lighting his pipe, took a few puffs and handed it to Hurramkardon.

Hurramcardon  picked up the phone and also made a puff. Then the toxic smoke entered his lungs and he began coughing heavily, sticking out his tongue like a sick old sheep, gasping for breath. Dahabebahokardon began to laugh. He barely was able to breathe due to him constantly laughing said: -You cough as quail, who sings in the predawn darkness of the clover field. The quail was also coughing, the quail's throat was frozen when it drank the cold dew.

- Hmmm,the tabacco that you made with fallen maple leaves which you picked up from the foggy autumn park bitter - said Hurramcardon smiling - just recovering.

Dahabebahokardon asked him about why Lieutenant Qogozcardonov and his team following him.

Hurramcardon  told in detail the reason for the prosecution thought Dahabebahokardon. Then, lighting a pipe he stuffed it with healing tabacco, made of fallen crimson leaves of the autumn maple, he began to speak.

-Yes, Mr Hurramcardon  like you - a rarity not only in our society but on the planet.Not everyone is given the courage to tell the truth about the hard life of people, risking their own lives. I envy you in white in this regard, honestly.And I live here, hiding from the stupid crowd like an eagle nesting on a high rock. Since this property has no Windows, every day I go up to the roof through a compact folding staircase to meet the dawn and sunset, sitting on a tin roof and write new poems.At night I admire the starry sky and the shining moon in silence.I especially love to look at the dawn from the roof down, watching the movement of the crowd, hurrying to work or somewhere else.The flow of crowds moving along the sidewalk as the caravan of ants and headed toward the subway.Hurrying the people obedient to remind me of grains of sand, which the winds easily control and direct them wherever it wants...

Then suddenly someone began to shout at the top:

-Oh, crap, he is here, in the ventilation pipe.Talking to his accomplice!Hurry up, comrade Qogozcardonov! - he screamed.

And again there came the sound tarpaulin boots echoing on the tin roof.Hurramcardon  and poet Dahabebahokardon with horror, stared upward, as prisoners in the deepest dungeon of the ancient Bukhara.

They are terribly scared seeing the angry policeman Lieutenant Qogozcardonov, which looked at the ventilation shaft, as in the well with a service weapon in hand.

-Come on, hands up, bastards!From us still no one can not escape!Now you end Hurramcardon ! And your accomplice too!.. Hey, you bring the rope quickly.Let them rise voluntarily, unless of course they still want to live in this world! he shouted, raising his cap slightly with the barrel of a silenced pistol.

Hearing this Qogozcardonov's heart sank.He stood with his hands raised as a warrior captured in the war.Poet Dahabebahokardon too.

-Wait, Lieutenant Qogozcardonov!I've got tranquilizer Darts! He just ran to the dog hunter, who is engaged in catching of stray dogs, and pulling from his pocket a brass tube began to throw his Darts at Hurramcardon  and his friend.But he couldn't get in.Then the Lieutenant Qogozcardonov lost patience and abruptly pushed him away.

-Oh, you poor dog hunter!Who shoots like that!Move, stupid! I'll do without your bear services, without the rope! I've got a smoke bomb that'll make them go upstairs! he said, lighting a smoke bomb, and threw it into the windpipe, which resembled an old dried-up well.

At this time, the push Lieutenant Qogozcardonov dog hunter rolled on the tin roof and barely stopped at the edge of the roof.

-Don't be afraid, Mr. Hurramcardon .Without panic.In an air duct has a back door-said in a whisper and coughing in the smoke poet Dahobebahokardon.After that, pulling out the old mattress, they opened the doorway and dived there.

Hurramcardon  with the poet Dahabebahokardon out of the doorway and ran, not looking back on the sidewalk, knocking passers-by, in order to get away. Lieutenant Qogozcardonov and his partner the dog hunter. They were still above the ventilation pipe, hoping to catch the two fugitives, that is from the pit of the ventilation pipe, filled with a caustic smoke.And runaways-adherents ran on the sidewalk with all their might, overtaking each other as participants of the sports Olympic games on a treadmill.When they started to cross the street, as if changing direction on the run, Hurramcardon  almost got hit by a truck.The driver of the truck, sharply twisted the steering wheel to the right and in a panic pressed the brakes.As a result the truck sharply left on a roadside and with a roar crashed into a column. From a powerful blow a wooden pole broke like a mast of an ancient pirate ship in the stormy sea.There were heart-rending cries of women, like whistling, swearing and screaming alarm.Fortunately, there were no casualties.The friends fled until, they began to suffocate.Here in the head of Hurramcardon came a unique idea and he forced one man bike with biker handlebars.

-Mr. poet Dahabebahokardon! Jump quickly to the back of the trunk assembly of Shaytan! - he shouted.

Poet Dahabebahokardon jumped on the trunk of a stolen bike with biker handlebars.He deftly sat on Satan's wagon, go prompt the Indians on the horse and together they raced down the sidewalk, screaming: -From the screw, dear citizens!This unit Shaytan is not working brakes!

Passers-by leaned against the walls of houses and showcases of restaurants and cafes, freeing them from the sidewalk.There was a trouble.That is Qogozcardonov's pant leg caught in the chain and the fugitives, losing balance fell to the pavement.To get rid of the two-wheeled trap, from the Shaytan unit, Hurramkardon had to say goodbye to the Trouser leg of his trousers.After that, they started running on the crowded sidewalk again.

There were screams.:

-Companion Qogozcardonov!Here they are!Shoot!We'll miss them again! - the driver of a pickup truck shouted, densely approaching the populous sidewalk.

- No, it's crowded here!I'm going to miss and shoot innocent passers-by!You are a dog hunter, go ahead and shoot poisonous darts for fugitives from his stupid brass tube! -shouted the Lieutenant Qogozcardonov.

-Well, comrade Qogozcardonov! - said dog hunter, and he drew from his pocket of his blue robe brass tube, similar to the tune, began to throw Darts, taking aim at the neck of the fugitives.But he missed and immediately fell a few passers-by, clutching his neck with his hands.

- Fool!Be careful, smelly dog hunter! - reproached the hunter of stray dogs Lieutenant Kogozkardonov, slightly raising the visor of his cap with the barrel of a service weapon.By this time the fugitives sharply changing their directions, dived into a narrow alley, where the car would not fit.

After this detachment of Lieutenant Qogozcardonov began to pursue the fugitives on foot.The persecuted ran towards the railway station.There is screaming from the unbearable pain electric Hurramcardon  started limping, clutching his leg.It turns out he stepped on a rusty nail that pierced through his leg.He could no longer walk, and fell to the ground like a sack of fertilizer.
Poet Dahabebahokardon  had to go back to help his faithful friend in the difficult moments.

- What's wrong? - he asked, running and breathing heavily.

- Vss aaahh!..A nail pierced through my leg! - said Hurramcardon .
His face twisted into a grimace of pain.

-Anything, be patient, master electrician Hurramcardon .Get up.
Let me help you with that. It's dangerous for both of us to stay here. After the squad Lieutenant Qogozcardonov, you understand? - said the poet Dahabebahokardon, trying to help to rise to his fugitive friend.

- No, don't help me.I like something better of myself... You run, I got your back.While I'll hold them off, you will have time to escape, blending into the crowd in the station the flea market.I'm sure.Goodbye, my friend the poet Dahabebahokardon! You have no right not to be saved, run for God's sake, for the sake of our long-suffering literature, for the sake of our oppressed people! said Hurramcardon , groaning from the unbearable pain.
After that Dahabebahokardon there was nothing for it but to run on.
-Goodbye, Mr. Hurramcardon ! Thank you for helping me, staying in trouble and sacrificing yourself for our friendship! - cried the poet Dahabebahokardon. His eyes glistened with tears.Saying goodbye to his friend he ran on.When he disappeared from sight, there was a detachment of Lieutenant Qogozcardonov and caught the fugitive electrician. Lieutenant Qogozcardonov sitting on the back of Hurramcardon, put lowcost handcuffs on his hands.

- Well, got the smelly electrician, evil enemy of our suffering people?! We will catch your crazy rich friend poet living in a luxury ventilation pipe!

- Ah stop... come on, chief, that hurts! Don't put pressure on my leg, which was pierced through by a rusty nail! - said Hurramcardon , lounging on the ground.

After that, he was taken to the basement of the detention center for questioning.

The investigation lasted long.The criminal case consisted of several volumes.Finally, the trial took place and the jury handed down an indictment.After all this, the Prosecutor asked the court to sentence Hurramcardon to death.

- The court having consulted on a place, decided! Since our convict Hurramcardon  worked at the will of the electrician, he will be executed in the electric chair! - the judge said.
Then ordered:

- Rise, condemned!
Hurramcardon  stood up.
- Do you understand the sentence?! - the judge asked.

Hurramcardon  replied: -Yes, your honor.

-Sit down! - ordered the judge.
Hurramcardon  sat down on the defendant bench.

- At this court session is declared closed! - the judge said, tapping with a wooden hammer.

Hurramcardon  never thought that he would ever commit such a heinous crime and will be executed in the electric chair.Oh, how his mother in court, was crying!The worst thing happened before the execution.When he heard the barking of angry dogs and keys rattled the iron door, Hurramcardon  thought with horror that the executioners coming from the dark corridor to take him to the room for the execution.But it was not .The lawyer came with the Mullah. Beardless young Mullah with a black velvet skullcap on his head with a sacred book in his hands.

-Electrician Hurramcardon , so you are going to the afterlife, I came to read your janaza by Sharia law - said the beardless Mullah with a velvet black skullcap.
Hurramcardon  was silent, looking at the Mullah indifferent gaze as a crazy person.

-I also came to say goodbye to you, my dear client Hurramcardon .I apologize that I couldn't protect you from a death sentence-the lawyer told and bitterly began to cry.

After this came two, which brought him food.

- This is your last meal.Excellent plov, cooked on a sheep fat gisar breed.Eat.If you want to drink vodka or wine lastly, tell me do not be shy-said one of them and uncorked a bottle of wine, gently pulling the tube with the aid of a corkscrew.

-No, thank you.I don't want to eat.Drink is also - said Hurramcardon .

-Well, well.If you don't want to drink, we will toast to you, that is, the sight of your soul -the other said and they drank in silence, clinking glasses, and ate.Then they took Hurramcardon , dragging him along a narrow, poorly, conferences hall.Before putting him on the electric chair, the Barber shaved his hair with a razor in the top of his head, wet his head with a wet rag so that his skull effectively passed the high voltage electric current.Then put him in the electric chair, the executioners tied the hands and feet with belts, blindfolded his eyes, a dark blindfold, so they don't jump out of their orbits during the execution.

After the judge read the verdict , Hurramcardon with a rag in his mouth thinking about that here is the main executioner nod to his assistant and he pulls the switch and scary sitebest electrical discharges like lightning in the black sky, throwing sparks and he's done.

Finally it was the time of the execution and the assistant chief executioner solemnly pulled richer.Those present in the hall covered their face with their hands, with magazines, who else than that, not to see the terrible event.But just at this time the power went out throughout the district, thereby saving Hurramcardon  from apparent death.
Hurramcardon  woke up in a cold sweat and saw his mother, who stood with a candle in her hand.

- Oh, mom, why are you holding a burning candle? - he asked with fright, thinking  that he really died after the execution and is already in the dark world.

-What is it, my lamb, I think you are sick? What to do if power each day turn the light off, under the pretext economic electricity? Turned on the TV to watch movies and again turned off the light - mom said electrician of Hurramcardon.

- Oh, thank God, mother, thank God, that all this was not in reality! - said Hurramcardon  hugging his mother.
-What happend to you, my son, did you have a nightmare? - asked the mother of Hurramcardon.
-Yes, mother, in the dream I was executed in the electric chair!Good thing the lights went out during the execution! Oh, how good it is to live without electricity!Look, mom, how the moon looks in our open window!As the distant twinkle of countless stars! Do you hear the frog choir whispering?How they croak! Kuvaс! Kuvaс! Kuvac -cac -cac - cac -cac -cac -kuvac!! And how selflessly crickets sing!  - said Hurramcardon , looking in through the open window, which gently fluttered the net curtains.

- Yes, son. Frogs are humpbacked, bug-eyed, ugly, in a word.And how they sing under the bright shining moon, in silence! - said the delighted mother of Hurramcardon.

Mother and son wondered, silently glaring through open window on moon and on distant the blue stars.




02/05/2018.
9:46 in the morning.
Canada, Ontario.

 

 

 

Обновлено (18.10.2018 21:38)