On the weekend, I go by car on the regional track, not on the main, multi-band, where disconnectors, cutting, and removals, but on the usual two-line (on the strip in each direction), but the road is good, there are few cars. The sun shines, the appearance is excellent, the mood is great, the posture is relaxed, in the car one, the music is louder, the Tokata and Fuga of Bach play in the string processing of the Silesium trio, they make covers not only of famous classics, but also of famous rock groups, such as Metallica and Nirvana, yes, and violins with a violin, yes, and melodies familiar from childhood, and on good equipment - up to mushrooms on joints. What a wonderful thing, beautiful girls.
Suddenly, because of the almost approaching fur, going in front of me, flew on me in the forehead, some beech of thick years, and it rolled out very decently and fur began to bypass the course - I was not noticed by the driver (the sun shone in front of him), or the next lamb frozen... He jumped on me at about 35-40 meters, and the road was making a smooth turn, and I did not see the BMW until the last moment. What a wonder, on what kind of reflexes I was able to leave, I did not even understand. I flew out on the sidelines, fortunate that dry and relatively flat, still took off, the brake, of course, did not press, only adding a little gas, the car aligned, (front drive), and almost immediately jumped back on the asphalt. The hands and feet did everything right themselves, the mind already turned on much later. Fu-u, it passed... I was driving a little bit for a hundred and I was flying at least 140, in the sum of 250 km / h, it will be exactly.
The frontal blow at such speeds is a guaranteed death, no belts and pillows will help, and it turns out that for some micron temporary shares he broke up in space with the old lady...
I went on and thought, because it happens, you live so relaxed, with confidence in tomorrow, you build plans, and the stallion has already gone to meet you - flying, rushing... Yes, I owe today to God or the guardian angel, or maybe they gave me the old debt? I have never thought about this before, but I immediately remembered an old story that happened almost twenty years ago, which I have already forgotten.
I lived then in another city, the neighbors on the site were a young couple, and their boys were twins (not twins), with my younger about the same age. The children were not sure for three years. Well, as it goes - friends with families, especially women, still "entertaining" in the decree. The doors of the apartments were opposite, never closed at all, and a crowd of children, connecting a neighbor from above and my elder, not much older, with screams, whispers and screams was carried from one apartment to another.
The boys were different, both in appearance and character, but together they represented a crazy, explosive mixture. What they did not produce. Then Olga on the balcony in the winter in one coat will be closed, and daddy, as it was, went to work without keys, then into our oven, with the cooked chicken, their plastic will be, their mother without supervision and for a second was afraid to leave, again something to do. Then I called them Sasha Sereja.
Once Olga, cooking something in the kitchen, literally distracted for a moment, so they wrapped in the hall a paper bag with flour, a kilogram for three or five, and she did not notice. During those few minutes, until she caught up, and why they so suspiciously silenced, they made the whole room, from floor to ceiling and all the furniture, and themselves stumbled from legs to head, all the clothes, and the face, and the hair. When I met her, in the semi-dark corridor, two completely white humans jumped out, she stumbled so frightened that I heard probably the whole quarter, my wife was sure, although there were no common walls, and the windows on the different sides of the house came out, well, and, accordingly, broke out to help. Olga opened her already bending in half from laughter, and the two are standing and rearing, letting the trails of tears on white cheeks.
On an ordinary day, I went home in the afternoon for some need. Suddenly in the door, frequent intermittent calls, strikes, like feet and hands at once, and wild Olgin screams. I quickly discovered, Olga is in an unsuspecting hysteric, can say nothing consistently, I only understood that Sakha does not breathe. We run there, and he lies on the couch, with his eyes closed, all white with a blue outflow and some sinking, small. I will immediately explain that I am not a doctor, and I am not even close to a nurse. How much time has passed is unclear, from Olga no sense, cries, voices, almost screams. So, calmly, stop throwing yourself, take yourself in your hands... - it's already me, I once gave a practical account on the military on this topic. The wife will call an ambulance, but until he comes... Okay, let’s consider that I still have a minute, children’s brains don’t die so quickly and you have to try to do something. Standing on his knees near the couch, so, we look at the pulse on his neck. Not immediately, but the weak felt - Ura!, although there were a few dull seconds with rising panic, well how to do such a little indirect heart massage? Now breathing: Nothing in the mouth, put a finger in the throat, shit, what all small and gentle, would not hurt, in the throat too nothing and already straight skin I feel as seconds run. I need to do artificial breathing, but I doubted, and if suddenly something was stuck at the beginning of the trachea, and I would foolishly blow the air even further. Pulled his nose and through his mouth pulled the air into himself, first slowly, the second breath stronger, then he was going to swallow, in counterattack compressing his chest from the sides of his hands (not to be overstated), but Sascha, somehow shaken, or sneezed, or coughed, several times swallowed and took a deep breath, a little coughed, still laying down, already breathing normally, only a couple of times coughed, and suddenly sharply opened his eyes, seriously and with astonishment looking at me. And Serega turns around, a little quiet, no longer crying, only asking:
Are you, uncle, going to be kissed by the Sanka?
The ambulance arrived ten or fifteen minutes later, when Sascha was already walking around the apartment with cries:
Serena, where is my pet? - and my brooded Olga with a strange mixture of valerian with champagne (nothing else was at hand). The doctor, a normal man with a sense of humor, listening to me, said that his professional services no longer seem to be needed. Anyway, with my help, after capturing Sasha, I examined and listened to him - everything is okay, but I said that the signs of asphyxia from foreign objects in the respiratory tract are not observed at all and recommended that I contact a neurologist, nevertheless, I did everything right and actually pulled the guy out of that side. Also, he offered Olga a soothing injection, but then with doubts said:
- Yes, no, it seems not necessary, her mixture is better, more effective will be... - smiled, and looking me in the eyes, tightly held his hand, also saying goodbye to the others.
In the future, life has shattered us, divided us and somehow all contacts have been lost... How are you there now Sasha and Sereshka live?
This story was not remembered for fifteen years exactly, and today, suddenly emerged itself, after an accident on the road. Well, of course, the debt was given - the hint understood - we should now be more careful...