Biography of Marat Valeeva

To share 0 for a year and a half of the existence of this blog, and Marat here is published from the very beginning of existence, reviews of the work of this author committed a striking evolution: from complete rejection, the editorial board of Nyublab even asked me to more than Valeev’s stories due to an abundance of negative assessments, to almost love. In one of the comments, Valeevsky fans, throwing a stone in my garden, offer Marat to take the place of the chief expert of the Astafyev Foundation.

Well, I’m just not opposed, especially if they give me in return to work in the Evenkey Life newspaper, albeit not in Maratovsky, but in any other place. On the water surface of the river, he saw someone slowly floating bald head. Fedor threw a fishing rod and asked: “Hey, man, why can't you sleep?” Why are you floating in such an early? The bald one croaked: - So I wanted to drown it.

Dunyashin became curious, because of which this can be lifted up in such a beautiful July morning. He went parallel to the course of a slowly floating head. And then his wife found a nursery and confiscated. Do you know how much was there? I saved up for five years, even denied myself in a beer. By the way, I am Fedor. What is your name? Hippolytus, that is, so, I wanted to buy a ticket and go to Honduras, - Ipa finally admitted.

You just listen: Gon-do-diz! And what, because of this you need to drown? Wasn't it easier to give her on her forehead? Yes, and I already wanted to put a wife before the fact: they say, Lizonka, I have such a dream, and I already have the opportunity to eat it. And I would show her the money, can I be a tactless question? It was evident that he froze, and his teeth began to knock out a small fraction.

Ipa stopped trembling and carefully looked into Fedor's eyes - is it mocking? But Dunyashin’s gaze was serious and sympathetic. If it really was a good country, would they curse it. ” And you know what I thought up? Well, you are a freak! In Spain, ”Hippolytus said dreamily. How romantic! And he all the time Doldonil: "He swallowed kefir, swallowed kefir." But not one, but with Lizonka!

Together we will accumulate money and go went with us, Fedor? On the shores of Guadalquivir! But for starters, it would not hurt to dress. That's where you left your pants and left everything else? But first, return my jacket, drowned! From which he jumped just half an hour ago to take his own life. But changed his mind. Because he has a new dream. And this, like him, Guadalquivir, - meanwhile muttered under his breath, returning to his cherished fish town, Fedor Dunyashin.

But he muttered not evil, but kindly. Because he liked this durynda Ipa with his dream. And now Fedor was thinking about this: he himself had a stiff. A little - I saved it on a motor boat. But to go with his wife and children by train at least to Baikal, whose clean and deep waters of which Fedor dreamed from childhood, and then somehow forgot, enough and the boat can wait!

The Deneck picnic turned out to be by order: Friday, warmth, and work on the order of the adjacent ended the day before, why did the salary happen in the morning. And the team of a small company of OJSC Edelweiss delegated its representative to the chef: they say, let's, Maxim Viktorovich, we will arrange a children's cry on the lawn. That is, immediately after lunch we will go to the picnic, we’ll fry the barbecue in nature, talk in an informal setting, buy-hacking.

Of course, it was possible without him, without this moron M. Kozlovsky to wave to nature. But, firstly, I really wanted to snatch free half a day, and secondly, this chief commanded a mini-wan, in which the entire friendly team of the company was inherent, all eight people, thirdly, this rainy summer did not succeed in such a good weather, so it was necessary to catch the moment. Kozlovsky broke down for a look, but in view of softening circumstances, somehow: there was no other order yet and still the company was idle again, and no one knew good mood, although he guessed what his salary he had, and also grabbed the bonus from the customer received from the customer, and, finally, why not, in fact, to draw out in nature without his wife and children, agreed.

So from lunch, all the staff of Edelweiss came to work completely in a non-working mood, in a walking vestment, plunged merrily in a mini-van, already packed thanks to the efforts of the driver Abakkumov by Mangala, a knitting foist and a couple of plastic louds with a store-marked shank store. At the end of the cabin, a bottle of beer, dry red and wet white were gently called back in two large bags.

And after half an hour, “Edelweiss”, busily, Homon, occupied a chosen lawn on the shores of Lake Karasevoy.

Firewood in the barbecue cracked merrily, music broke out of the mini-wen stereo-wen, the uncorked bottles gloomed out, the shifted glasses rang, and toasts went. At the head of the feast, he sat on a folding chair, as on the throne, the rest of the team simply sat or reclined around the improvised dastarkhan, the complacently tuned M. Kozlovsky and favorably listened to toasts, each of which ended with curtsy in his direction.Maxim Viktorovich learned from Vika Margaritkina that he was “the most human of the human”, Nikolai Petrovich Shevchuk opened the eyes of those present that their chief was a “brief manager”, but Sota Magaradze, who said that with such a “deputy chalaveki,“ at least in a divorce, at least according Abaspuchan ".

The sensed Kozlovsky in long and lengthy speech said that he had re -discovered the team and generously wished him simple human happiness. And then everyone decided to swim in the warm-breeded lake. Above the vicinity of the reservoir, screams, laughter, female squeal and noisy splash of water spread. Kozlovsky, who regularly visited the pool on a subscription and therefore feeling in water like a fish, scored more air in the lungs and dived.

And he emerged as much as fifty meters, in reeds on the opposite side of the lake. And mischievously fell silent there, deciding to scare the native team. Employed by water procedures, Edelweiss did not immediately notice the loss of his boss. And again he ducked under the female part of the team, eagerly gully under water shameless hairy hands. He did not go ashore, that's for sure.

Damn, really, well, you are quieter! Hear what they say to you: the chef entered the water with you, and now he is nowhere to. And for me so - let it rest at the bottom. There is a place for him. Kozlovsky did not believe his ears and from the anger that covered him even stopped driving away the trees over his head over his head: what about the “most human of the human”, but the “brilliant manager”, and with whom will the Shota “ranges” go?

And what should I, what do I need? So, for an excuse, so that she was silent, he gave some penny. So our tears cast him. And he already wanted to get out of the reeds with a roar, as Abakumov had heard the malevolent voice: - And if Kozlovsky suddenly emerged and said that he heard everything to do, and, brave men? A painful silence hung over the lake. More than half an hour has passed as he was drowned.

No, Kirdyk to our goat. Crayfish is already eating it. Let's go, remember the chef, if he was wrong, yes, it is necessary in the city, in the cop, let this drowned man look for who should be left behind, Shota! In the reeds, Kozlovsky quietly and viciously cried, covered with mosquitoes and leeches, two climbed into the side of the cafe on the water “float”.

One is very dark, almost black, the other pale, almost blue. We approached the bar. Probably with fear. You are with him, this, more careful, ik! They are nervous, these Somali pirates. I just opened. Later it was necessary to go to drink what will you be?