On the porch stood the captain Boldyrev.
And the house was empty.
That is, of course, there was a stove, was a table, chair, closet, bedside. On the table was a frying pan, which were the remnants of fried meat, and on the wall hung a small picture "Three heroes."
All of this was. There was no only human. That shot. Disappeared.
When the captain broke a window and shouted: "Hands up!", The house was already empty.
Boldyrev bypassed the whole house inaudible militia step, looked into the closet and under the bed.
Vasya came after him, every minute expecting a bullet in the forehead. But the bullets were not, and the man who had just fired, was not.
- Out, - Boldyrev said. - And how is gone? Windows are closed. Wait! What does it over the stove?
over the stove, directly in the ceiling, he could see the hatch, who was obviously up to the attic.
was set by the stove ladder Boldyrev reached for the hatch.
- Hey! - He shouted. - Get out!
Nobody answered, and then slowly climbed up Boldyrev. That left him in the hatch head, now only boots captain's stick to the ceiling. Vasya left alone in the room.
Wham-wham! ... - Something hard to rumble over his head. Boldyrev went to the attic, and muffled his footsteps echoed in the ceiling. But here they are quiet.
Basil was quite unpleasant.
«Kurochkin Damn! - He thought. - In what story I vtravil! A little shot in the forehead is not shlopotal and now I'm not known where. Facebook look, now anyone with a knife ahnet. Come out of the cellar of some shaggy! Boldyrev in the attic I suppose is good. What is he sitting there? Get down to! And now will someone. "
very quietly gone, and the room was not even a clock, wall clock, To revive the silence.
Vasya sat on the edge of the chair and anxiously began to examine the painting "Three heroes."
stared with a picture of Ilya of Murom, putting palm visor over his eyes.
«What are you doing in a strange house, Vasya? - Asked like Ilya. - What got you into this story? »
« Stupid, Vasya, stupid "- said though, and Dobrynya indifferently glancing out the window, where the apple trees and beehives were visible between them.
Alyosha Popovich looked sad. Single of the trio, it seems Vasya sorry.
Squeak-squeak ... - squeaked something on the street. It sang a step, and Vasey cooled heart.
On the porch he heard footsteps.
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