Happy day

Twenty years ago, in our house I lived a happy Uncle Borya uses foul language - a little thin old man, God rest his soul. We all loved Uncle Borya and asked, according to their age - who is a light, and who help pull taut bow. all day with the old man in his teeth belomorinu sat on a special stool at the door and flirted with all the passing girls, from 5 to 80 years ...

Though he was in a board, but probably about two months after the May 9, we called Uncle Borya solely on "you", it is very strong impression made on others of his order on the Victory Day, there were so many, that is more than enough for four ... During the war, uncle Borya was a pilot.

One day I went out of the door, sat down on the step and talked with him about life. What, I ask, was the most terrible four years for you ...? Stupid question, but the old man answered without hesitation:

- I had a friend Vaska, we were friends since aviation school together and fought. A whole year of each other tails covered. In general, were like brothers, yet one with the task will not be back, the other is awake and has not even sat down ...

Here at Uncle Borya tears stabbed his eyes, he closed his eyes and said angrily:

- Oh you with your questions! (Examining its renovated wire glasses, Uncle Borya continued) Well, listen on, asshole, just ask. It was the 42th year for us for separation came Zhukov himself. He built a regiment, a long shout that we are all bastards, traitors and cowards (nobody did not understand what we were guilty before him and did not dare to ask ... apparently that is not converged on his genshtabnyh layouts ...) Our colonel, standing at attention, even afraid to fart in the direction of Marshal ... In the end, Zhukov walked down the line and chose the two of us, apparently someone did not like the mug. On the same day they were shot. Among them is one Vaska ...

At the old man's lips trembled, and the ash from his cigarette fell down on his pants ...

I did not want to leave his grandfather in this state, it was necessary somehow to taxi to something funny and I asked:

- Uncle Borya, you better tell me what you have in the war was the happiest day ...?

- Well, you ask something like pernesh in the water ... What war can be happy, except the victory ?! And although the wait, lie was one happy day, not even a day, and hour of all ...

This is the 43 th in the Caucasus, I was after being wounded could no longer be a fighter and flew on transporters. Dumped in the mountains with parachutes provisions and ammunition.

They called me to the headquarters of the front and ordered to fly from one general to the front and back. I confess to never before drove generals and said: "I was there srach where I'll put it? We were in the cabin, and so the two, and in the cargo area even bench to pull out, and dirty there ... "

But the order - there is an order, loaded me with the adjutant general on the floor, only coats them having spread. Look - along with them the soldiers loaded some boxes, I ask: "What's the cargo?", Replied: "I do not mind your business, fellow pilot ..."

Soared. The journey time just over an hour. Suddenly the navigator says to me: "Boris, you do not feel a strange smell, smells like strawberries or flowers?". What, say, strawberries, strawberries for the off-season, there is probably general eating apples ... Here we are, and often from the cockpit to the tail with a wrench, like in the case, and themselves looked and could not believe his eyes. Why not just guzzled general adjutant, here you and strawberry, and watermelon, and grapes, and even some African fruit, which neither before nor after I've ever seen. Then he moved to the US canned crabs, hrenaby, caviar black and red, pâtés, sausages, chocolate is generally silent about the ...

And the opposite, that they all devour, and pilots and will not be offered a sandwich. Of course, we are not hungry, and we had the stew and biscuits, but somehow disappointing ...

We sat down, the general got out of the aircraft at the airport, five minutes talk from occurring and then climbed back. Apparently, he flew to the individual in fact there was a record that, they say, been at the forefront ...

Soared, these again began to drink and eat. Suddenly, from not waiting, we begin to fire from the ground and with the navigator we hear that very fall ... The shelling was over, the navigator went to see if our general crap, comes and sees that the skin of several through holes from bullets, General and with the captain sitting in an embrace. Both dead.

And here began our co-driver is the happiest day in the entire war ... What we have tried not only for that hour, on the ground because the general's grub is still taken away. We arrived a little living as two drums. Barely plane planted ...

Does a man need to be happy much? ..