Дмитрий Таганов - Русское воскрешение Мэрилин Монро. На 2 языках

When Rebrov killed his first man he was sixteen. He ran away from the boarding school and began to work with a team of lumberjacks. It was in the early nineties. With perestroika, all state farms collapsed in their Novgorod remote villages. Half-broken tractors, rusty equipment, and hungry calves were then distributed among dumbfounded peasants, and everybody was invited to free-enterprising Capitalist world. With a great pump the land was distributed among them, though in the form of vouchers, pieces of paper with seals, nobody knew what to do with, and would gladly swap it away for a bottle of vodka if anybody then offered. Nobody of them became farmers after that, because one should be born a master to be one, or to be skilled enough, or hard-working. Seventy years of Communism wiped all of that, and there was only devastation and mess in their heads now. The only thing, that could support the families of these men, and supply them with vodka they depended on from their adolescence, was timber.

Самые тертые и крутые скупали старую или краденную технику, сколачивали бригады из ошалевших от безденежья мужиков, запасались ксивами на делянки у продажных лесников и, как хищники, рубили все подряд. По ночам с надрывным воем шли по длинным лесным дорогам в балтийские порты перегруженные лесовозы. Без лишних проволочек они прямиком подходили к бортам сухогрузов с чужими скандинавскими флагами, и когтистая лапа крана захватывала наши северные елки и уносила их в темные трюмы. Расплачивались тут же, наличкой, набитой в дешевые китайские сумки. При свете фар, над раскаленными радиаторами грузовиков деньги пересчитывались только по толстым перевязанным веревкой пачками: этих, из леса, обмануть боялись.

The most brave and cool of them bought old or stolen equipment, and hammered together teams of crazed from the lack of money men, alcohol-hungry and ruthless. Bribing or intimidating corrupt and defenseless foresters, getting permits from them, these predators chopped down twice or thrice as much, leaving only bald hills that have been once thick with beautiful north-Russian woods. In the nights, with the hysterical roaring, groans, and squeaks overloaded trucks hauled their lumber through long back roads to the Baltic ports. Reaching the pierces, trucks with no delay drew near to cargo ships with Scandinavian flags, and a sharp-clawed paw of the crane hurriedly grabbed northern fir-trees and carried them down to the deep holds. This hard men’s lumber was paid on the spot, immediately, with cash from the cheap canvas bags. Packs of the money, tied up by rope bands, were hurriedly counted by the truck’s head lights on its hot and steaming radiators. No one ever tried to cheat here, for these neat Europeans were really afraid of the wild men from the woods.

Иван Ребров работал у быстрого и наглого парня, у Степана. Тот умел вертеть эти лесные дела, – все на пути у него были прикормлены, смазаны, и лес гнали в порт каждую ночь. Но вот только своим работягам он стал задерживать с заработанным, и уже подолгу. Мужики, привыкшие к водке с малолетства, только глухо матерились и, как могли, терпели из последней мочи, деваться все равно было им некуда. Может, и задерживал им Степа заработанное, чтобы меньше те пили, да больше пилили.

Ivan Rebrov worked in the team of arrogant and impudent guy, Stepan, who was just born to do this murky timber business. Everybody, who had any power on these long roads to the port, was well bribed by him, and his trucks with lumber roared to the sea almost every night. But he was always late paying his hardworking men, and that day their pay was badly delayed, too. His men, used to vodka from almost childhood, and now weeks from their last drinks, could only stealthily curse their boss: they wouldn’t get a job anywhere else here. Probably, their boss delayed money deliberately: less vodka, more timber to the port.

Иван Ребров и сам не мог уже без водки. В школе-интернате не только своей «котлой», а с воспитателями вместе напивались. «Воспитатели» там те еще были, – из не сумевшей никуда приткнуться до армии местной шелупони. Они же и выручали бутылкой, когда свои кончались, полученные за грибы да клюкву, сданные продавщице автолавки.

Ivan Rebrov, as young as he was, also couldn’t live and work in the frozen woods without vodka. Even in the boarding-school he frequently got drunk not only with his gang, but also with their “educators”. Those were local village guys that couldn’t get any other job before army enlistment. Sometimes they even drank together, or loaned money for a bottle when their pupils were out of money they usually got for cranberries and mushrooms sold to a girl at mobile shop.

Раз возвращались они в феврале с дельней делянки, груженые, Ребров да шофер. Сумерки, мороз, в желудке голод, и выпить позарез надо. Шли по узкой ухабистой лежневке, и фары как будто расталкивали в стороны обступавшие черные елки. И вот за поворотом, там, где они пилили всю прошлую неделю, вспыхнули под их фарами два рубина задних габариток. Понятно было, чей стоял в этом глухом лесу джип: Степан приехал на вырубку смотреть хозяйским глазом штабеля готового в путь леса.

In February once, late in the dark, Rebrov and the driver returned with a load of lumber from remote allotment; a severe frost in the woods, in their stomachs nothing but hunger, and both in great need of a drink. Their truck struggled forward over the narrow bumpy log-path in the snows, its headlights pushing aside crowded at the road black timber. Suddenly, behind the turn down the hill, where they worked all last week, two rubies of tail lights flared up under truck’s headlights. It was plain whose jeep stood there in this midst of dense forest: Stepan, the boss, arrived to inspect with master’s eye the stacks of his ready to howl timber.

– Останови, – вдруг неожиданно для себя сказал шоферу Ребров.

Почти уже в темноте пошел он по развороченной тракторными гусеницами дороге на вырубку, и злоба, как кошка, драла его когтями. Он шел только чтобы достать себе на выпивку, да на нормальную жратву, потому, что опостыло то «едалово», что готовила им повариха. Но когда он увидал Степана с фонариком у штабелей, то достал свой нож. Он думал, что просто покажет его Степану, и тот поймет: работягам без денег уже «край».

Но Степан слышал рев их грузовика, и теперь стоял, смотрел, как шел к нему в темноте кто-то. Поэтому Ребров снял шапку и накрыл ею нож. В лесу человек чует недоброе сразу, и Степан это почуял, и когда Ребров был в пяти метрах, да с каким-то каменным лицом, то взял в руки метровую лесину и приготовился. Ближе, когда они увидали в сумерках глаза друг у друга, все стало ясным, разговаривать было поздно. Степан стал поднимать лесину, но Ребров вдруг неожиданно подкинул свою шапку вперед, на Степана, тот вскинул на нее голову, открыл из-под толстого воротника овчинного полушубка шею, и под его кадык сразу вошел нож.

“Stop here!” suddenly and unexpectedly for himself Rebrov said to the driver. The heavy truck groaned and stopped. In the dark Rebrov went by tractor trail to the timber stacks, and the anger as a cat with its claws tore on him. He was going just to get some money his boss owed them, because he badly needed a drink, and he was bored to death with potatoes’ meals of their team cook. But when he saw Stepan with a flashlight between the stacks he pulled out his knife. Rebrov thought that he would simply show this knife to Stepan, and the boss would understand: his hard workers are desperate, just on the edge without money. But boss, Stepan, had heard the roar of the truck, and now stood there looking cautiously at someone coming to him in the dark. In the forest a man senses a danger clearly, and Stepan sensed it immediately. When Rebrov was closer and he could make out in the dark his stony face, Stepan picked up two-yard long piece of timber and got ready. Closer, when they saw the eyes of each other, both men understood it was too late to talk. Stepan began to raise his timber, but Rebrov suddenly threw his fur-hat up and forward. Stepan glanced upwards, uncovering his bare neck under thick collar of sheepskin jacket, and immediately the knife entered his bare flesh under Adam’s apple.

Степан еще хрипел и брызгал на снег кровавой пеной из распоротого горла, а Ребров уже распахнул его полушубок и шарил по карманам. Из бумажника он выкинул на снег все, кроме денег, но и тех было мало, – кто же ездит по этому лесу с деньгами.

Когда тронулись, шофер спросил:

– Ну, поговорили?

– Нет.

До поселка ехали молча, только у магазина Ребров сказал:

– Тормозни тут.

Stepan still wheezed and spattered the snow with bloody foam out of his ripped throat, but Rebrov already threw open his jacket and fumbled through his pockets. From the wallet he threw everything out on the snow and picked up the money. There wasn’t much – who would go with money to the forest.

When they moved on, the driver asked, “Talked to him?”

“No.”

They drove in silence to the settlement, but nearing the store Rebrov said, “Stop here.”