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Winter Weather - Cold Stress
- Safety and Health Topics
- Winter Weather
Winter Weather
Cold Stress
Cold Stress Can be PreventedIt is important for employers to know the wind chill temperature so that they can gauge workers’ exposure risk better and plan how to safely do the work. It is also important to monitor workers’ physical condition during tasks, especially new workers who may not be used to working in the cold, or workers returning after spending some time away from work.
The National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA) Weather Radio is a nationwide network of radio stations broadcasting continuous weather information from the nearest NWS office. It will give information when wind chill conditions reach critical thresholds. A Wind Chill Warning is issued when wind chill temperatures are life threatening. A Wind Chill Advisory is issued when wind chill temperatures are potentially hazardous.
- Who is affected by environmental cold?
- What is cold stress?
- How can cold stress be prevented?
- Types of cold stress
Environmental cold can affect any worker exposed to cold air temperatures and puts workers at risk of cold stress. As wind speed increases, it causes the cold air temperature to feel even colder, increasing the risk of cold stress to exposed workers, especially those working outdoors, such as recreational workers, snow cleanup crews, construction workers, police officers and firefighters. Other workers who may be affected by exposure to environmental cold conditions include those in transit, baggage handlers, water transportation, landscaping services, and support activities for oil and gas operations.
Risk factors for cold stress include:
- Wetness/dampness, dressing improperly, and exhaustion
- Predisposing health conditions such as hypertension, hypothyroidism, and diabetes
- Poor physical conditioning
What constitutes cold stress and its effects can vary across different areas of the country. In regions that are not used to winter weather, near freezing temperatures are considered factors for "cold stress." Increased wind speed also causes heat to leave the body more rapidly (wind chill effect). Wetness or dampness, even from body sweat, also facilitates heat loss from the body. Cold stress occurs by driving down the skin temperature, and eventually the internal body temperature. When the body is unable to warm itself, serious cold-related illnesses and injuries may occur, and permanent tissue damage and death may result. Types of cold stress include: trench foot, frostbite, and hypothermia.
For more information, see OSHA's Cold Stress Safety and Health Guide.
How can cold stress be prevented?Although OSHA does not have a specific standard that covers working in cold environments, under the Occupational Safety and Health Act (OSH Act) of 1970, employers have a duty to protect workers from recognized hazards, including cold stress hazards, that are causing or likely to cause death or serious physical harm in the workplace.
- Employers should train workers. Training should include:
- How to recognize the environmental and workplace conditions that can lead to cold stress.
- The symptoms of cold stress, how to prevent cold stress, and what to do to help those who are affected.
- How to select proper clothing for cold, wet, and windy conditions.
- Employers should:
- Monitor workers physical condition.
- Schedule frequent short breaks in warm dry areas, to allow the body to warm up.
- Schedule work during the warmest part of the day.
- Use the buddy system (work in pairs).
- Provide warm, sweet beverages. Avoid drinks with alcohol.
- Provide engineering controls such as radiant heaters.
Immersion/Trench Foot
Trench foot is a non-freezing injury of the feet caused by prolonged exposure to wet and cold conditions. It can occur in temperatures as high as 60°F if feet are constantly wet. Injury occurs because wet feet lose heat 25-times faster than dry feet. [CDC/NIOSH]
What are they symptoms of trench foot?
Reddening skin, tingling, pain, swelling, leg cramps, numbness, and blisters.
First Aid
- Call 911 immediately in an emergency; otherwise seek medical assistance as soon as possible.
- Remove wet shoes/boots and wet socks.
- Dry the feet and avoid working on them.
- Keep affected feet elevated and avoid walking. Get medical attention.
Frostbite
Frostbite is caused by the freezing of the skin and tissues. Frostbite can cause permanent damage to the body, and in severe cases can lead to amputation. The risk of frostbite is increased in people with reduced blood circulation and among people who are not dressed properly for extremely cold temperatures.
What are the symptoms of frostbite?
Reddened skin develops gray/white patches in the fingers, toes, nose, or ear lobes; tingling, aching, a loss of feeling, firm/hard, and blisters may occur in the affected areas.
First Aid
- Follow the recommendations described below for hypothermia.
- Protect the frostbitten area, e.g., by wrapping loosely in a dry cloth and protect the area from contact until medical help arrives.
- DO NOT rub the affected area, because rubbing causes damage to the skin and tissue.
- Do not apply snow or water. Do not break blisters.
- DO NOT try to re-warm the frostbitten area before getting medical help, for example, do not use heating pads or place in warm water. If a frostbitten area is rewarmed and gets frozen again, more tissue damage will occur. It is safer for the frostbitten area to be rewarmed by medical professionals.
- Give warm sweetened drinks if alert (no alcohol).
Hypothermia
Hypothermia occurs when the normal body temperature (98.6°F) drops to less than 95°F. Exposure to cold temperatures causes the body to lose heat faster than it can be produced. Prolonged exposure to cold will eventually use up the body’s stored energy. The result is hypothermia, or abnormally low body temperature. Hypothermia is most likely at very cold temperatures, but it can occur even at cool temperatures (above 40°F) if a person becomes chilled from rain, sweat, or immersion in cold water.
What are the symptoms of hypothermia?
An important mild symptom of hypothermia is uncontrollable shivering, which should not be ignored. Although shivering indicates that the body is losing heat, it also helps the body to rewarm itself. Moderate to severe symptoms of hypothermia are loss of coordination, confusion, slurred speech, heart rate/breathing slow, unconsciousness and possibly death. Body temperature that is too low affects the brain, making the victim unable to think clearly or move well. This makes hypothermia particularly dangerous because a person may not know what is happening and won’t be able to do anything about it.
First Aid
- Call 911 immediately in an emergency:
- Move the worker to a warm, dry area.
- Remove any wet clothing and replace with dry clothing. Wrap the entire body (including the head and neck) in layers of blankets; and with a vapor barrier (e.g. tarp, garbage bag) Do not cover the face.
- If medical help is more than 30 minutes away:
- Give warm sweetened drinks if alert (no alcohol), to help increase the body temperature. Never try to give a drink to an unconscious person.
- Place warm bottles or hot packs in armpits, sides of chest, and groin. Call 911 for additional rewarming instructions.
Basic Life Support (when necessary)
Co-workers trained in cardiopulmonary resuscitation (CPR) may help a person suffering from hypothermia that has no pulse or is not breathing:
- Call 911 for emergency medical assistance immediately.
- Treat the worker as per instructions for hypothermia, but be very careful and do not try to give an unconscious person fluids.
- Check him/her for signs of breathing and for a pulse. Check for 60 seconds.
- If after 60 seconds the affected worker is not breathing and does not have a pulse, trained workers may start rescue breaths for 3 minutes.
- Recheck for breathing and pulse, check for 60 seconds.
- If the worker is still not breathing and has no pulse, continue rescue breathing.
- Only start chest compressions per the direction of the 911 operator or emergency medical services*
- Reassess patient’s physical status periodically.
*Chest compression are recommended only if the patient will not receive medical care within 3 hours.
Wind Chill Temperature: A Guide for EmployersOutdoor workers exposed to cold and windy conditions are at risk of cold stress, both air temperature and wind speed affect how cold they feel. Wind Chill is the term used to describe the rate of heat loss from the human body, resulting from the combined effect of low air temperature, and wind speed. The Wind Chill Temperature is a single value that takes both air temperature, and wind speed into account. For example, when the air temperature is 40°F, and the wind speed is 35mph, the wind chill temperature is 28°F; this measurement is the actual effect of the environmental cold on the exposed skin.
National Weather Service (NWS) Wind Chill Calculator: With this tool, one may input the air temperature and wind speed, and it will calculate the wind chill temperature.
The American Conference of Governmental Industrial Hygienists (ACGIH) developed the following Work/Warm-up Schedule for a 4-hour shift takes both air temperature and wind speed into account, to provide recommendations on scheduling work breaks and ceasing non-emergency work.
Know Your Winter Weather Terms
Blizzard Warning: Issued for sustained or gusty winds of 35 mph or more, and falling or blowing snow creating visibilities at or below 1/4 mile; these conditions should persist for at least 3 hours.
Wind Chill Advisory: Issued when wind chill temperatures are expected to be a significant inconvenience to life with prolonged exposure, and, if caution is not exercised, could lead to hazardous exposure.
Wind Chill Warning: Issued when wind chill temperatures are expected to be hazardous to life within several minutes of exposure.
Winter Storm Warning: Issued when hazardous winter weather in the form of heavy snow, blizzard conditions, heavy freezing rain, or heavy sleet is imminent or occurring. Winter Storm Warnings are usually issued 12 to 24 hours before the event is expected to begin.
Winter Storm Watch: Alerts the public to the possibility of a blizzard, heavy snow, heavy freezing rain, or heavy sleet. Winter Storm watches are usually issued 12 to 48 hours before the beginning of a Winter Storm.
Winter Weather Advisories: Issued for accumulations of snow, freezing rain, freezing drizzle, and sleet which will cause significant inconveniences and, if caution is not exercised, could lead to life threatening situations.
(From: National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA))
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Work/Warm-up Schedulefor a 4-Hour Shift
For a printable version of the Work/Warm-up Schedule, please print the PDF version that is available as a separate button/link on the web page.
Schedule applies to any 4-hour work period with moderate to heavy work activity; with warm-up periods of ten (10) minutes in a warm location and with an extended break (e.g. lunch) at the end of the 4-hour work period in a warm location.
Adapted from ACGIH 2012 TLVs
Uncle Styopa - Mikhalkov. The full text of the poem - Uncle Styopa
In the house eight fraction one
At the outpost of Ilyich
There lived a tall citizen,
By the name of Kalancha,
By the name of Stepanov
And by the name of Stepan himself,
Of the regional giants, the chief
.
Uncle Styopa was respected
For such a height.
Uncle Styopa was coming home from work -
It was visible from a mile away.
Famously measured steps
Two huge legs:
Forty-fifth size
He bought boots.
He was looking in the market for
Greatest boots,
He was looking for pants
Unbelievable width.
Will buy with grief in half,
Will turn to mirrors -
All tailor's work
Is coming apart at the seams!
He looked through any fence
From the pavement looked into the yard.
They raised the barking of the dog:
They thought that a thief was climbing.
Took uncle Styopa in the dining room
Double lunch for myself.
Uncle Styopa went to bed -
He put his feet on a stool.
Sitting, he took books from the cupboard.
And more than once in the cinema
They said to him: - Sit on the floor,
You, comrade, don't care!
But on the other hand, he went to the stadium
for free:
They let Uncle Styopa through -
They thought he was a champion.
From gate to gate
He knew all the people in the district,
Where Stepanov works,
Where he is registered,
How he lives,
Because everyone is faster,
Without much difficulty
He removed the kite for the guys
From the telegraph wires.
And someone who is small in stature,
Raised him at the parade,
Because everyone should
See the army of the country.
Everyone loved Uncle Styopa,
Respected Uncle Styopa:
He was the best friend
All the guys from all yards.
He hurries home from the Arbat.
— How are you? the guys shout.
He sneezes - the guys in chorus:
- Uncle Styopa, be healthy!
Uncle Styopa early in the morning
Quickly jumped up from the sofa,
Opened the windows wide,
Take a cold shower.
Brush your teeth Uncle Styopa
Never forgot.
A man is sitting in a saddle,
He is dragging his feet along the ground -
This is Uncle Styopa
On a donkey along the boulevard.
- You, - people shout to Stepan, -
You need to ride a camel!
He rode a camel -
People choke with laughter:
- Hey, comrade, where are you from?
You will crush the camel!
You, with your height,
You need to ride an elephant!
Two minutes for Uncle Styopa
It remains before the jump.
He stands under a parachute
And a little worried.
And below the people are laughing:
The tower wants to jump from the tower!
Into the shooting gallery, under a low canopy,
Uncle Styopa barely climbed in.
- Allow me to ask,
I pay for the shots.
This ball and this bird
I want to aim!
Looking anxiously at the shooting gallery,
The cashier says in response:
- You will have to kneel,
Dear comrade, get up -
You can reach the targets
Without a gun with your hand!
Until the morning in the alleys of the park
It will be fun and bright,
The music will roar,
The audience will make noise.
Uncle Styopa asks the cashier:
- I came to the carnival.
Give me such a mask,
So that no one will recognize!
- It's quite easy to recognize you, -
There is a friendly laugh, -
We recognize you by your height:
You, comrade, are above all!
What happened?
What is that scream?
- It's a student drowning!
He fell off the cliff into the river -
Help the man!
Before the eyes of all the people
Uncle Styopa climbs into the water.
- This is extraordinary! -
Everyone shouts to him from the bridge. -
You, comrade, are knee-deep
All deep places!
Alive, healthy and unharmed
Boy Vasya Borodin.
Uncle Styopa this time
Saved a drowning man.
For a noble deed
Everyone thanks him.
- Ask for anything -
they say to Uncle Styopa.
- I don't need anything -
I saved him for free!
The locomotive is flying, buzzing,
The driver is looking ahead.
Driver at halt
The stoker says:
- From the station to the station
I made a lot of flights,
But I'm ready to argue -
This is a new semaphore.
Drive up to the semaphore.
What is deception?
No semaphore -
Stepan is standing by the way.
He stands and says:
- Here the path is blurred by the rains.
I deliberately raised my hand -
Show that the path is closed.
What is that smoke above your head?
What's with the thunder on the pavement?
The house is burning around the corner,
One hundred onlookers are standing around.
The team puts up ladders,
Saves the house from fire.
The whole attic is already on fire,
Pigeons are fighting in the window.
In the yard in a crowd of guys
They say to Uncle Styopa:
- Will our pigeons burn down together with the house
?
Uncle Styopa from the sidewalk
Gets to the attic.
Through the fire and smoke of the fire
His hand reaches out.
He opens the window.
Eighteen doves fly out of the window,
And behind them is a sparrow.
Everyone is grateful to Stepan:
He saved the birds, and therefore
Become a firefighter immediately
Everyone advises him.
But in response to the firemen
Stepanov says: — No!
I'll go to serve in the Navy,
If I'm tall enough.
Laughter and whispering in the corridor,
Rumbling of speeches in the corridor.
In the office - Uncle Styopa
On examination by doctors.
He is standing. Bend over him
The sister asks politely.
- We can't reach!
Doctors explain.—
Everything, from sight to hearing,
We examine you:
Does the ear hear well,
Does the eye see far.
They examined Uncle Styopa,
They took him to the scales
And they said: — In this body
the heart beats like a clock!
Growth is great, but nothing -
Let's accept him into the army!
But you're not fit to be a tanker:
You won't fit in a tank!
And unfit for infantry:
You can be seen from the trench!
With your height in an airplane
It is inconvenient to be in flight:
Your legs will get tired -
You have nowhere to put them!
For people like you
There are no horses,
And the Navy needs you -
Serve the country!
- I am ready to serve the people, -
Stepin's bass is heard, -
I will go into fire and water!
Send even now!
Winter and summer have passed.
And winter came again.
- Uncle Styopa, how are you? Where are you?
There is no answer from the sea,
No postcards, no letters...
And one day past the bridge
To the house eight fraction one
Uncle's height
A citizen is moving.
Who, comrades, is familiar
With this prominent sailor?
He walks,
Snowflakes creak
Under his heel.
Pleated uniform trousers,
He is wearing an overcoat under the belt.
Hands in woolen gloves,
Anchors glitter on him.
Here is a sailor coming to the house,
Unfamiliar to all the guys.
And the guys here to him
They say: - And who are you to?
Uncle Styopa turned around,
Raised his hand to the visor
And answered: — I returned.
Gave a vacation to a sailor.
Didn't sleep at night. Tired from the road.
Not used to dry feet.
I'll have a rest. I'll put on a jacket.
I'll sit on the sofa,
Come in after tea -
I'll tell you a hundred stories!
About the war and the bombing,
About the big battleship "Marat",
How I was slightly wounded,
Defending Leningrad.
And now the guys are proud -
Pioneers, Octobrists -
That they are familiar with Uncle Styopa,
With a real sailor.
He goes home from the Arbat.
— How are you? the guys shout.
And now the guys call
Uncle Styopa Lighthouse.
------
Who doesn't know Uncle Styopa?
Uncle Styopa is familiar to everyone!
Everyone knows that Uncle Styopa
Was once a sailor.
That he once lived a long time ago
At the outpost of Ilyich.
And that he bore a nickname:
Uncle Styopa - Kalancha.
And now among the giants,
Those that the whole country knows,
Stepan Stepanov is alive and well -
Former naval foreman.
He walks around the district
From yard to yard,
And again he has shoulder straps on,
With a pistol holster.
He is wearing a cockade on his cap,
He is wearing an overcoat under his belt,
The coat of arms of the country shines on the buckle -
The sun is reflected in it!
He comes from the department,
And some pioneer
The mouth opened in amazement:
“That's how mi-li-chi-o-ner!”
Uncle Styopa is respected
Everyone, from adults to children,
They meet - they see off with a look
And they say with a smile:
- Yes, yes! People of this height
are not easy to meet!
Yes! Such a young man
new form to face!
If he stands at his post,
Everyone will see a mile away! —
Traffic jam near the square —
A traffic light broke down:
The yellow light came on,
Still no green light…
One hundred cars are standing, honking —
They want to start moving.
Three, four, five minutes
They are not given passage.
Here Uncle Styopa says to the employee of ORUD
:
- What, brother, is it bad?
The traffic light is not on!
From a glass round booth
A voice is heard in response:
— Stepanov, I'm not in the mood for a joke!
What should I do, give me some advice!
Stepan did not argue —
He took out a traffic light with his hand,
Looked into the middle,
Tucked something somewhere…
At the same moment
The right light came on.
Traffic restored,
No traffic jams!
The guys told us,
That Stepan has been since then
The kids in Moscow have nicknamed:
Uncle Styopa - Traffic light.
------
What happened? At station
, a boy of five is crying.
He lost his mother in the hall.
How can I find her now?
Everyone calls the police,
And she's right there!
Uncle Styopa slowly
Raises the baby,
Raises him above himself,
Above himself and above the crowd
Under the high ceiling:
— Look around, son!
And the boy saw: right,
At the pharmacy stall,
Mother wipes her tears,
Lost son.
Mom hears Colin's voice:
— Mom! Mother! That's where I am! —
Uncle Styopa was pleased:
"The family didn't break up!"
------
There was a student coming from school -
A well-known mischief-maker.
He wanted to quarrel,
But he didn't know where to start.
Two girlfriends were walking from school -
Talkers in white aprons.
There are books and notebooks in the bags,
And everything is in order in the notebooks.
Suddenly a mischievous one meets,
In a knapsack - a diary with deuces,
No emblem on the cap,
And the belt is already without a buckle.
The students did not have time
to get away from him -
He pushed them straight into the dirt,
Laughing at the pigtails.
He offended them for no reason
In front of passers-by,
And then he saw the tram -
Hooked on the move.
He stood on the footboard,
Waving another in the air!
He did not know that Uncle Styopa
Sees everything from afar.
He did not know that Uncle Styopa
Will not forgive the mischievous one.
From the doors of the department store
Uncle Styopa — at the same moment
Took three huge steps
Straight across the square.
At the tram turn
I took a tomboy off the footboard:
- Answer: where do you live?
What is the father's last name?
With a sentry of such height
Arguing is not easy.
------
On the river and crack and thunder -
Ice drift and icebreaker.
Rinsed the old fashioned way
Grandmother in the hole in the sheets.
The ice cracked - the river went,
And the grandmother swam.
Grandmother groans and groans:
— Oh, my underwear will sink!
Oh! I got into trouble!
Oh, save! I'm lost!
Uncle Styopa is on duty —
He is on duty at the bridge.
Uncle Styopa through the fog
Looks into the distance like a captain.
Sees - an ice floe. And on the ice floe
A grandmother is crying on a basket.
You can't describe what happened here!
Uncle Styopa - hands down,
Leaning over the railing,
Hanging over an abyss.
He managed to grab
The frightened grandmother,
And the old woman - behind the basket:
- I won't throw my underwear!
Uncle Styopa saved her,
Both the basket and the linen.
------
The guys were walking past the building,
What's on Vosstaniya Square,
Suddenly they look - Stepan is standing,
Their favorite giant!
Everyone froze in surprise:
- Uncle Styopa! It is you?
This is not your branch
And not your district of Moscow!
Uncle Styopa saluted,
Smiled, winked:
- I received an honorary post! -
And now on the pavement,
Where there is a high-rise building,
There is a high-rise guard!
------
Like a stretched handkerchief,
Smoothly filled rink.
Everyone gets up in the stands:
The skaters are given a start.
And they run in a circle,
And the fans to each other
They say: - Look! Look!
The longest ahead!
Longest in front,
Number "eight" on the chest!
There is a strict dad here
He asked his son:
- Probably, these legs
belong to the Spartak team?
Mom intervened in the conversation:
- These legs are at Dynamo.
It's a pity that our Spartak
won't catch up with them!
At this time they announce:
The competition is over.
Congratulations to Uncle Styopa:
- Well, Stepanov! Well done!
------
Uncle Styopa is proud of
All police of the capital:
Styopa looks down,
Receives the first prize.
Uncle Styopa, as if on purpose,
We urgently need to be on duty.
Who would be able to give a lift to Guard on the way
?
One driver speaks,
Young motorist:
- Drop you off at the station
I would consider it an honor,
But, to my great regret,
You won't get into my Moskvich!
— Hey, Stepanov! I'll throw it in, -
Then another driver called. -
Get into my car -
Into a multi-ton dump truck!
------
In the "Children's World" store,
Where the toys are in the window -
A hooligan has appeared.
He overturned the skid.
He took out a carnation from his pocket,
He made a hole in the drum.
Seller to him: — Pay! -
He answered: - I won't cry!
- Do you want to go to the department? -
Answers: — Yes, I want to!
Only suddenly the bully
Heart skipped a beat in his chest:
In the bright mirror Stepan
He saw behind.
- Do you want to go to the department?
- What are you! What do you! I do not want!
- Pay money to the cashier!
— How much do you need? I will pay!
Guard Stepan Stepanov
Was a thunderstorm for hooligans.
------
One Sunday morning,
Styopa came out of the yard.
Stop! Don `t move!
No escape:
She stuck around the children.
Vitya looks at the authorities,
Wrinkles his nose in embarrassment:
- Uncle Styopa! Sorry!
- What is it?
— There is a question!
Why, having come from the Baltic Fleet,
did you join the police?
Didn't you find a better job
than this one?
Uncle Styopa frowns,
Left eye squints a little,
Says: — Well, friends!
I will answer the question!
I'll tell you a secret,
That I serve in the police
Because I find this service
very important!
Who with a staff and a pistol
On duty in winter and summer?
Our Soviet sentry -
This is the same sentry!
It's not for nothing that he avoids the police post
And he is afraid of the police
The one whose conscience is not clear.
Unfortunately, it happens
That the police frighten
Naughty kids.
How are parents not ashamed?
This is stupid and insulting!
And when I hear this,
I blush to the ears...
Second class children
More than an hour with Uncle Styopa
The conversation continued.
And the guys said goodbye
Shouted: - Goodbye!
Goodbye! Goodbye!
Uncle Styopa - Traffic light!
------
I, friends, will tell you right away:
This book is on order.
I came to the kindergarten,
I speak with the guys.
"Read 'Uncle Styopa'" -
Chorus asks for the first row.
I read a book to the guys,
I didn’t have time to sit down,
The boy gets up:
“Does Styopa have children?”
What will I say to him in response?
Difficult to answer: no.
Poems about Uncle Styopa
Started many years ago.
And nowhere about Uncle Styopa
He didn't say that he was married.
That he once fell in love,
Chose a girl alone,
And married Manechka,
And brought his wife home...
------
What happened in the maternity hospital
On this winter day in the morning!
This is who the guests are introduced to
Sisters, nannies, doctors?
In a bright, sunny ward,
Near mother, on the bed,
In the sight of other mothers,
An unprecedented child is sleeping,
Not a baby, but a whole little one -
Full eight kilograms!
A whisper is heard in the wards,
A loud conversation is heard:
- Born to Uncle Styopa
A son named Egor!
To the seventh department
To the father-foreman
Sends congratulations
All the police of the country.
Telegrams arrive:
"What is the new Hercules?",
"Specify kilograms",
"Confirm exact weight".
Congratulates the city of Gorky
October kids:
"To Uncle Styopa and Yegorka
Our greetings from the bottom of my heart. "
Uncle Styopa is congratulated
Both Tashkent and Sevastopol,
A gift is sent to the kid
The Battle Baltic Fleet.
Congratulations in the department
The postman is tired of wearing.
Uncle Styopa from excitement
He even began to stutter.
------
A hero, not a child!
How not to believe in miracles?
Grows out of diapers
Not by the day, but by the hour.
He is already eating jelly from a spoon,
Says: “Yeah, yeah…”
Now he got up on his feet,
He took the first two steps.
Egorka is already standing
At the blackboard with a chalk in his hand,
Here is the first five
Egorka is in his diary...
He goes to bed by the clock,
does not wait for instructions.
Even if you dream of something -
At seven in the morning Yegor gets up.
Whether it's hot or cold, it doesn't matter
He opens the window.
Exercises quickly,
Eats soft-boiled eggs for breakfast,
Five potato patties,
Two glasses of curdled milk
And a bowl of semolina -
Porridge is also good!
------
About Yegor Stepanov
The rumor spread very soon:
The boy is ten years old,
But a small child has
Strong beyond his age,
Not a child, but an athlete!
Among the thousands of babies
There are no such strong men.
A quarrel is brewing somewhere,
An argument turns into a fight -
There is no fight, no contention,
If Yegor is nearby.
Although not as tall as his father -
You won’t offend the young man:
He puts on two shoulder blades
The best wrestler in the school is
Wrestling champion
From the seventh grade “B”.
Uncle Styopa is glad and proud,
That my son loves sports.
------
Once the Volga got stuck in the snow,
It skidded for a very long time,
It skidded until now -
Do not notice her Egor.
The driver is behind the wheel askance
Looks sadly under the wheels,
Angrily mutters to himself:
"That's the trouble, how skidded!"
Yegor came up from behind
And helped someone else's uncle:
He rested his foot on the fence,
He pressed on once or twice ...
The uncle was very surprised,
He gave a signal and rolled!
------
Shoes slide on the grass,
Eagles soar in the blue.
Stretched along the path
Tourist squad.
It’s hard for everyone on a hike -
Everyone doesn’t go light,
And there is not fluff and cotton wool
In a pioneer backpack.
A mountain is moving uphill
All kinds of goodness -
This is dragging our Egor
Two tents, two buckets
And firewood.
He loaded so much luggage,
What is neither in front nor behind
Do not recognize him.
What to do, since in the detachment
There is no one stronger than anyone!
------
Day after day, year after year
Uncle's son is growing up.
Red-cheeked, broad-shouldered,
Walks in the first strong men.
Stocky and muscular
A well-known weightlifter.
First day of competition.
One hears in the hall: “Attention!
"Middleweight" performs!"
Yegor comes out onto the platform,
People keep their eyes on him,
Show interest.
Not for the first time in this hall
Breaking world records —
And gold medals
Issued to craftsmen.
This time European record
Uncle Styopa's son beats:
Lifts,
Squeezes...
Three hundred and thirty kilograms!
From such great luck
Uncle Styopa almost cries,
Whispers in his wife's ear:
- I, Marusya, as if in a dream ...
The champion was immediately given
Two gold medals.
They called from the newspapers:
They urgently need a portrait.
Two overseas reporters
Politely ask Yegor
Answer questions.
— How old are you?
- Twenty years old.
- What is your main wish?
- Get an education.
- What do you want to become?
- Fly between the stars!
Reporters smiled:
- Can you dream?
- Yes! - Yegor said. - I can.
I dare not deny myself!
This is how the whole country dreams,
Our whole big family ...
Meet my dad -
Police Chief!
The reporters bowed,
apologized in English
And after closing the tape recorder,
quickly ran out.
------
International port open —
Air port, not water.
New air terminal.
Passengers full hall.
Every minute
Ships fly off -
One to Havana, one to Calcutta,
To the other end of the earth.
Like heavenly princesses,
Stewardesses run through.
Border Guard
Stands at his posts:
Stamps foreign
AND Soviet passports.
People have tickets in their hands,
Both bouquets and packages.
Loud talking. Jokes. Laugh.
Only these are not tourists,
But gymnasts and weightlifters,
And, of course, football players -
We know everyone very well!
All of them by name
We have known each other since childhood…
Mothers and fathers are seeing them off,
Uncles Kolya, aunts Kapa,
Grandchildren, daughters, sons —
Everyone has a family!
Goodbye to everything
They say interspersed:
- If you run - don't stumble,
If you run - don't catch a cold!
- Every business needs experience,
In order not to waste energy. ..
Three weeks have passed.
- Arrived?
- Arrived!
- How did you fly? Aren't you tired?
- Everything is in order!
— Where are the medals? -
Voices from all sides ...
- Hello, son!
- Hello, dad! -
Olympic champion shouted from the ladder to Uncle Styopa.
------
We have an inconspicuous
Semi-secret town,
Surrounded by a fence…
Among the military pilots -
Excellent testers -
Egor lives in the town,
He is a major.
Strong, brave and serious,
He achieved his dream
In the study gave the star,
In the conquest of heights.
To complete the task
On a rocket ship,
Unearthly tests
He passed on Earth.
And early one morning
We will hear in the silence:
"Cosmonaut Egor Stepanov
Sends greetings to the Moon from Mars!"
This will be the message:
"Sends greetings from Mars to the Moon!"
That will be admiration!
And to the seventh department
From the minister congratulations
to Uncle Styopa - foreman!
------
Lived in Moscow Stepan Stepanov
An eminent policeman.
And now Stepan Stepanov -
Ordinary pensioner.
A veteran in considerable years,
The man is already gray-haired.
Of all the experienced people
Still the youngest.
Stepanov does not sit at home,
He does not look out the window all day
And he does not look for acquaintances,
To play dominoes.
What is Uncle Styopa doing,
Hero of our childhood?
As before, Uncle Styopa
is close friends with the children.
Take, for example, the stadium -
Where the guys are, there he is!
Children are being led to the zoo -
Children are waiting for Uncle Styopa.
With his wide step
He is walking across the square.
And around the children the gang -
Curious people.
- Tell me, Uncle Styopa,
How does your son Yegor live?
— Show me, Uncle Styopa,
How to look over the fence? -
Uncle Styopa is happy to try:
- I'll show you! Look, brothers!. .
— He does not know the sense of proportion, —
Pensioners say.
- Uncle Styopa and now
wants to be younger than us!
------
Is there anything in the world,
What can be hidden for a long time?
Fifth grader Petya Rybkin
Slowly began to smoke.
The boy's hand reaches out for cigarettes
.
Falls behind in all subjects,
Do not recognize the student!
The fool started coughing.
That's what it means - tobacco!
Uncle Styopa frowns:
— Which one of you guys smokes?
I can't stand smokers!
I don't ruin my health!
You are a conscious people!
Who smokes, step forward!
Answering for himself alone,
Blushing in front of everyone like cancer,
Fifth grader Rybkin Petya
Took the required step.
What is there to talk about?
- I promise not to smoke!
Stepanov winked at the children,
He shook the boy's hand...
Everyone knows that Petya Rybkin
He kept his word.
------
Infantry takes the high ground -
On the offensive of the troops.
Like a frog, out of the swamp
Someone is pulling the tongue.
Even the girls can't sleep,
They, the nurses, can't sleep...
It's the game "Zarnitsa" -
Not a military war.
Uncle Styopa on a hillock
Yes, even on a hillock
Watching with a keen eye
Watching the battle in the distance.
Mitya Vertushkin ran up,
The platoon commander asks:
- Uncle Styopa! At least get down!
You are such a landmark!
Uncle Styopa smiled,
But he obeyed and bent down.
The former foreman sees:
At least they are playing, but there is war!
------
They surrounded Uncle Styopa,
They are taking him straight to the headquarters:
- Confess, Uncle Styopa,
Whom did you "root" for?
- I won't answer,
I'm supposed to keep quiet.
I am detained. I am in captivity.
Not a word to say!
------
One morning Uncle Styopa
Met in the yard;
— Where are you going?
- I'm flying to Europe!
I will be at home in September.
I have a ticket and I have a ticket,
Airplane Moscow - Paris.
It's embarrassing to refuse:
And if you don't want to, you'll fly!
Everyone gets on the plane:
- Well, take it, Aeroflot!
Uncle Styopa sat in the chair,
Buckled up. Ate breakfast.
Just picked up a newspaper -
What is it? Arrived!
landed on three points And ended up in Paris.
The Eiffel Tower in Paris
Uncle Styopa visited.
"You're a little shorter, of course!" —
The translator was joking.
Tourists in the old town hall
Received by the venerable mayor,
A sparkling glass for Paris
Raised by our pensioner.
Sitting next to a partisan,
Talked about Moscow,
Two veteran workers
Presented a nesting doll.
Uncle Styopa was invited
Both to the museum and to the restaurant
And everywhere they represented:
"This is a Russian giant!"
And one day, with a suitcase
Passing through the X-ray first,
The tourist Stepan Stepanov got on
On the Paris-Moscow plane.
He sat down in an armchair by the window.
Buckled up. Ate breakfast.
Just picked up the newspaper -
What is it? Arrived!
— How did you fly, Uncle Styopa?
— How are you?
— How is Europe? -
And Stepanov answered everyone:
- It's better at home - there is no place!
------
In the fifth grade, a detachment gathering.
Everyone must come to the gathering!
An emergency call is announced:
Uncle Styopa has fallen ill!
Uncle Styopa caught a cold
And ended up in bed.
And friends are right there:
Those came in, and these are waiting ...
Who brings him jam,
Who is his poem,
Who makes tea:
- Uncle Styopa! Here is a raspberry,
Drink instead of aspirin!
- Uncle Styopa! Don't be bored!. .
And, touched by the attention,
Full of thanks,
Aunt Manya greets everyone -
Uncle's wife.
Not yet a week has passed,
Uncle Styopa got out of bed,
Went out into the yard on Friday,
And son Yegor met me.
The son met his father,
Everyone looks great!
— Can you congratulate us on our daughter!
The astronaut told his father...
We must put an end to this.
Uncle Styopa became a grandfather!
Veteran Stepan Stepanov,
If you look sensibly,
Must die sooner or later,
Unfortunately, die.
Amazing thing:
Day after day, year after year,
So many springs have flown by,
And Stepanov is still alive!
He has a pension,
And advanced years,
But he will never grow old
Never and never!
Those who used to know him
And went to kindergarten with him,
Those bearded today
And introduce him to grandchildren.
Uncle Styopa is friends with them -
He faithfully serves the guys
And is always ready, everywhere
To help them in any trouble.
Adults and children know,
All reading people,
What, living in this world,
Uncle Styopa will not die!
Stories of the finalists of the second season of the contest
Dudko Maria. Keys
So... Tick... So...
The voice of the old grandfather clock from the hallway already met me, but I could not open the door. Well, where are these keys?... Really lost? Only this was not enough, and so the day didn't work out!.. Ah, no, that's it...
The clock struck eight when I stepped on the creaky parquet of the hallway. How I missed the quietness of my apartment! I just wanted to fall apart on a shabby sofa, and lie there until the morning ... But instead, I trudged to the computer. While the old unit, inherited from the dinosaurs, turned on, I made myself coffee. Today you will need more than one mug. Article for the night, and inspiration from gulkin's nose. They also threaten to make layoffs at work. You can not delay, otherwise the dismissal cannot be avoided. And it would not be bad to update the blog, otherwise the last subscribers will soon scatter. Eh…
I worked in the editorial office of a magazine that was in demand in our district, and in the city in general. The editor - Fedot Stepanovich - always put only the best into print.
The best. Yes. It means not me. For some reason, lately my writing has not been impressive at all. Even myself. Honestly, not surprised. It looks like I've lost the spark, like there was nothing to write about. It's funny somehow: I live in a metropolis, where something happens every day, but I look as if into a void. Other people's problems ceased to excite, everyone here is a drop in the ocean. So my news is gray, alien, distant and unnecessary, in general, to no one.
What did I write about? As I then still thought, about the important. About eternal, to some extent. I noticed that the people around were so closed that they seemed to stop seeing each other, let alone feel and understand. Everyone at some point withdraws into himself and loses the key to the door he entered. Locks up the heart. Puts on a mask. Indifferent. And silently walks along the gray stones of the pavement...
I just wanted to be heard... I thought I would become the key to the world on this side of the mask. I will help those in need with my word, I will teach people to listen and hear, I will save the world... But it seems that something went wrong. And now... Now I don't even know how to save myself. So in response I get the cry of tearing paper and the famous last warning from the lips of Fedot Stepanych. Last chance. Tomorrow I will not come with a sensation - that's it. Well... It looks like it's time to forget about your reasoning for a while and plunge into the world of human intrigues. Write what will be read. What is expected of me. No not like this. What do you expect from an article in our magazine.
What are the stone jungles talking about these days? What is the wind of change carrying along their paved paths? The most discussed topic was a series of strange deaths, however, as is usually the case. For a long time now, criminals taken into custody have been dying one after another. The most different: from simple pickpockets to almost murderers, adults and still teenagers of fourteen years. Most of them haven't even been sentenced yet. And they all have the same diagnosis - poisoning. What is still a mystery. This happened with some frequency in different parts of the city, but most often in our police department. And, by pure chance, none other than my older brother, officer Yuri Diskarin, worked there.
How I could use his help now... But no. My brother and I don't get along. And they never got along. It just so happened ... Probably, we are just too different. Yurik is secretive, distrustful. He never told me anything, he preferred to do everything himself, and I felt that he did not need me at all. I must have been a little jealous of my brother. He is successful, just the pride of the family, and I grab the last chance to stay at work.
...Grabbing for one last chance to stay at work. Although ... You can try to find out about the high-profile case first hand, so to speak. This, for sure, would interest Fedot Stepanych, but he would have to turn to his brother for help. Yeah ... And once again become a loser in the eyes of a whole family. Hell no! Even for the sake of work, I will not ask for the help of this person!
Well, nothing. I prepared, collected materials, now I will write and saved! I manage myself. If only I could make it until the morning…
GO!!!
The sound took me by surprise. It was a signal that the factory was over, from the old watch in the corridor. The matter is fixable. I got up, went to the clock, opened the lid and reached for the key with a familiar gesture. Only the key was missing. What's the strange thing? In my house, I valued order, but such incidents simply unsettled ... What should I do now, look for this lost key? Looks like I'll have to...
Casting a sad glance at the computer, I began to remember where I could put this old piece of iron. So I have already climbed several shelves, looked into the boxes and ...
What is this? There was an envelope in the dresser. And, if I was ready to see the key to the winding mechanism among the socks, with my absent-mindedness, then there’s no strange message at all. Although, maybe I'm too naive? Oh, I don't like it all...
Naturally, I opened the envelope and immediately recognized Yurik's handwriting.
"I'm not sure I wasn't followed. Check your mail. I never forgot your birthday!
Yu.»
What's the joke? I knew that it was necessary to take away the keys from him when he moved in! Wait, there's something on the back...
"KeyHole4u..."
I scanned the hastily written lines again. The text seemed devoid of meaning and meant nothing to me.
What is he? For henbane, it seems, it’s not the season ... Just in case, I checked the calendar and made sure that my birthday is not today and not even in the coming days. The only thing that made sense was to check your email.
What am I doing with my time? Before my hand could close the text editor, a window popped up asking if I really wanted to do it. Here, even it is mocking...
One letter actually came to my post office. So, why is Yurik doing this: invading my house with a strange note and tweeting on the Internet at the same time? After all, isn't it easier to call? Of course, I would not jump with delight when something would make our little star descend to mere mortals, but why reinvent the wheel?
So I thought as I sipped my cold coffee while waiting for the text to load. Finally, the following lines loomed before my eyes:
“Hello, Egor.
I know you'll be surprised by my letter, but I wouldn't bother you if it wasn't really serious. I wanted to call, but my new phone didn't have your number. My number hasn't changed, if you're interested...
Let's get down to business. We need to talk. But the conversation must be face to face. Come today at nine at the intersection of Pskovskaya and Myasnaya, there, in the courtyard of house 26, I will be waiting for you.
It's about a series of prisoner deaths. Correction, about a series of murders... I thought it might interest you, I'll explain everything when we meet, if, of course, you show up... your fault. But I ask you to believe me one single time. You are my last key to hope. I expect you to read this letter and come.
Your brother Yuri Diskarin
Hmm...
Everything is more and more wonderful, as the heroine of a famous fairy tale used to say...
I re-read the message several times to make sure that I had really ceased to understand anything. Except, perhaps, for the fact that some kind of mystery lies in this whole affair, and Yurka for me now is the key to all answers. Besides, since he himself calls me to talk, I will not fail to interview the lead investigator . .. Unless, of course, this is a stupid attempt at a joke ... But it is unlikely that he would write to me for fun.
And what, now it's raining again, right?.. But he came home! Okay, I’ll figure it out quickly, and I’ll have another six hours for the article ... I glanced at the clock, belatedly remembering that this was pointless. Another advertising message comes to the phone, helpfully suggesting that I need to go out if I want to be in time for a meeting. Having extinguished the monitor that had just woken up and abruptly grabbed my raincoat, which had not yet dried out after a day's walk, I jumped out into the entrance.
Only at the car I hesitated a little. Isn't it too easy for me to fit in? Just a couple of minutes ago, I was sure that for the sake of my brother I would not lift an eyebrow, and for my own sake I would not mess with him. What did this message do to me?
It filled me with a sense of self-importance. Finally, something depended on me, on me alone! Probably, I was driven by the desire to prove that I was worth something . .. But I didn’t want to admit such motives. From this, an incomprehensible annoyance settled in my head, but I stubbornly explained it only by the spent time taken away from writing the article.
Stopping at the appointed place, I looked at my watch. Another full five minutes ... It was possible to leave later, although ... as if it would give me something. Around no one like Yuri.
An unpleasant, vile fog reigned in the street. I hid from him in the car.
The sun has long since set behind the clouds, and the city has lit its fires. Lanterns, not stars. I sometimes thought about how this noisy world lacked stars. Each of them is unique, even though there are billions of them in the darkness of the sky. It's the same with people, isn't it? But we almost purposely forget about that, therefore we hide from condemning burning looks from the depths of the immense.
And just now the thought flashed through my head: how often do I myself think about others? It would seem that constantly . ..
I digressed from philosophical reflections to look at the time. Five minutes. There was no one even humanoid in sight, the yard was empty.
Ten... I'm checking my phone, mail. Not a line about being late.
Twenty! No, it's not serious anymore! I shouldn't have come... Nervously dialing a number, preparing a scathing speech. In response, only long beeps are heard. Okay... Let's wait... You never know. He's got a job too... Trying to calm down seems to be working until I remember that damned article never started! Where the hell are these fools?!
"I'm waiting another fifteen minutes and I'm leaving" - I angrily type a message and press "Send" furiously.
Time is running out and the message hasn't even been read! Twenty-five minutes... thirty... Still silence. There is no point in waiting any longer.
To clear my conscience, I call again. A melodious female voice is heard from the handset:
- The device of the called subscriber is turned off or is out of coverage area . .. - the lady says, slowly repeating the phrase in English.
- Damn you!.. - hissing irritably, I throw the phone on the seat next to me. - So... Okay... I warned you, I waited... waited longer than promised. Now you can go home with a clear conscience.
Looking down the road, I was surprised to find that I was not so much angry as nervous. It pissed me off even more…
***
There was less and less time left for work, and I continued to pace the apartment. Usually such a calm creak of the floorboards now mocked my poor hearing with all its might. It was by no means the article that occupied my thoughts, despite the fact that they would not forgive me if I screwed up such material...
Minutes passed slowly. I felt them even without the usual ticking of the clock. OK. I will be frank with myself, because my strength is no more, and then to work! All this is strange! What exactly? That I couldn't get through. Yura does not turn off the phone and diligently monitors its charge, he should always be in touch, should I, as a brother, know about this. Also this line from that note, it is no coincidence that it is the very first ...
So... don't panic. What the hell is this blockhead in general so businesslike settled in my head?! Anything happens. Everything! Article. Only an article.
By an effort of will, I managed to sit down in front of the monitor and even write a couple of lines before I again plunged into thought. And yet... what could have happened?..
***
The days passed like hours, but not mine. I never found the key, and I haven’t tried, to be honest, since that evening. They froze, showing half past nine, as if that day had not yet passed. I didn't show up for work the next morning. I don’t believe it myself... how could I put everything on the altar for the sake of a person whom I was mortally envious of, whose disappearance I dreamed of... the one whom I had known all my life and with whom I was still connected invisibly?!..
And the apartment! Oh... if the old me had seen what my temple of comfort had turned into. .. however, he would have shot himself right away, leaving behind only the gloomy aesthetics of a broken creator... All the tables were cluttered with dirty mugs and fast food packages. The entire floor is full of shoe marks. Here and there were meticulously compiled lists of those with whom my brother could communicate, where he could go, who could wish him harm...
But none of that mattered anymore...
“- Yegor Diskarin? - I heard a calm male voice from my phone this morning.
- Yes. I answered nervously.
- The police are bothering you - my heart threatened to break my chest. It must be from stress and lack of sleep ... And in the meantime, in my head: "If only they could find ...".
- Your brother was found today at noon, - a slight pause, as if to realize what was said, - He is dead. The circumstances of death are being investigated. - just as calmly, as if nothing had happened, the man on the other end of the wire continues. - We offer our condolences. Today you should come to the department ... "
Followed by instructions and occasional questions to which I answered things like “yes”, “no” and “understood”. Be afraid of your desires. Found...
I spent the next half day in the same department. Some papers, some formalities, a funeral... And a conversation.
From that conversation I learned something that struck me. Yura was suspect. They said that he killed the prisoners by slipping poison into their food or something like that. There was not much evidence, so they only planned to arrest him, but now the main version of my brother's death is suicide during an attempt to escape from justice. What heresy… But at that moment I could not object anything. Exactly like believing even a single word.
And now I'm back in my home again. Devastated, with only one thought in his head: “he is no more”…
What are words? A set of letters, a set of sounds, nothing more. .. But some become keys. This key with three heavy teeth will open one of the most terrible doors: the door of despair and pain. Maybe I should have phrased it a little more bluntly? But as? What would it change? There is only one key, no matter how you decorate it, and there is only one door, and you are standing on the threshold. You can't go back. And the castle succumbed. Started...
I look around the apartment with a detached look, slowly falling into a rage.
- Damn! - comes out of the chest. How long have I not uttered this word, - Damn! - I repeat louder, clasping my hands sharply. My whole army of mugs is flying down to the sound of glass. A blanket of scribbled sheets covers them from above.
- Dunce! Brat! Freak! I scream, not remembering myself.
- Look... Look what you've done, you bastard! I lost everything because of you! Inspiration! Work! Dreams! How can I pay my bills now? I've wasted so much time on you, damn it, even the key to the clock. .. - the silence hurt my ears, so I continued to throw empty phrases, trying to throw out everything that had accumulated inside me. My voice broke, growled and wheezed, turned into hysterical laughter, and I didn’t even understand why I was so angry ... At myself?
Yes... I was jealous of my brother in black! The pride of the family, a great future, office authority, lofty goals, a dream job - everything I wanted to hear about myself, I heard about Yurashi! I remained his little brother, always second, always underestimated. It was an axiom that everything was easy for him. But for some reason it did not occur to me that we were actually brothers. Our conditions were the same. And I seemed to be blind, I did not see what he had to go through. And what did I do when I got tired of being a shadow? Exactly. He erected that very wall, the wall of indifference. I didn't care. And there is one more drop in the ocean. It was not Yura who closed himself off from me, but I from him. And what did it lead to? “He is no more,” and I can’t even say with certainty that I’m not the brother of the killer! And all because I don't know! I don’t know how he lived all these years, I don’t know what was going on in his soul, I don’t know if he called me to stop the rumors in the bud, or to repent of what he had done even a little to his own creature, albeit such a vile one, how I . .. And I will probably never know, my key to this secret is forever lost ... What a blockhead I am ... What are all my arguments about feelings, words, stars, but all about the same keys worth now! How could I have changed the world when I myself could not find those vices for which I reproached mankind?! That's why my articles weren't being read. When changing the world, start with yourself, otherwise everything is empty words. Gray, alien, distant and unnecessary, in general, no one ... Such words will not become keys ... Keys ... I return to them over and over again. Oh, this world is really crazy about them! We have the keys to everything, they are even where we don’t think to find them, because they have entered our lives so deeply that everything now rests on them alone, and we don’t even notice. Yes, and life itself is like a constant picking of locks! But even that is not important. The important thing is that there is no key leading from There. This is what gives meaning to all other keys. No matter how hard I try, I won't start Yurik's time again like the old clock. But who knows from what doors, I would have taken him away, if only I was there ... It's a pity, I realized it too late ...
- I'll never sit down to write again... - I said to myself, almost delirious, barely recognizing my own hoarse voice. After that, I fell asleep and didn’t think about anything anymore.
***
I spent the next day almost without getting up. Only in the evening I somehow tried to eliminate the consequences of my yesterday's insanity ... But the attempt was nipped in the bud, as soon as the very note that I found among the socks caught my eye ... Surprisingly, all the time while I was busy looking for my brother, I almost did not remember her, as a thing that does not carry any meaning in itself. But there were so many questions connected with it! I re-read it. As expected, nothing new appeared ... And yet ... Why was she needed?
I immersed myself in the memory of the day when I lost the key to the watch, which was so silent for the last week. .. It seems that since that time I have not turned on the computer... How is it, my old man?
The legacy of the ancestors, as expected, grumbled and buzzed at my long absence, but in the end it had mercy and opened my e-mail page for me. Yurik's letter has not disappeared anywhere. I didn't reread it. One thing is a note with unclear text, and another is an invitation to a meeting that was not destined to take place ...
"Check your mail..." echoed in my ears. The sudden realization made me jump. What if... This strange text on the back is nothing but a username?..
What nonsense... I'm chasing again, I don't know what... Stupid assumption! But my hands are unstoppable...
Hastily logging out of my account, I entered the characters into the appropriate box. But you need a password... Password... Another stupid thought... "I never forgot your birthday!" I enter.
Only one digit changed on the monitor, but I didn't believe it. This eternity could not last for one miserable minute.
- It worked... - I said, looking into this luminous box in a frenzy. Another account. And only one letter.
The entire apartment fell into absolute silence as I read what was written here.
“Egor, I knew that you would solve my message! Help out, brother! I need you, we all need you!
For several months now I have been busy with the death of several criminals in custody. These are not just deaths, Yegor, these are murders. I'm sure I got very close to the solution. I have two prime suspects. But there's a problem. Both of them are my work colleagues. And I don't know if any of them acted alone or in concert. In other words, I don't know who in the police force I can trust with regards to this case.
Also, I notice that I am being watched. Apparently, the attacker feels that I got too close, and will soon try to eliminate me. Well, that's what I use to pinpoint the culprit. How? I told one of us about our upcoming meeting. If I guessed right, and he's not a criminal, then you don't have to read this, I'll tell you everything myself. But, if I made a mistake, and you are still reading this, then most likely I am already dead ...
Brother, now only you can solve this case. And only you can I trust him. To this letter I will attach documents in which my evidence is collected, there you will find the details of the plan, all the names, all the evidence. Publish them in your journal, let everyone know, and then the villains will have nowhere to go! I hope for you. I know you won't let me down..."1268
For some reason, my heart skipped a beat. Brother... I won't let you down!
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Never say never. For the next few days, I did not let go of the keyboard. I know, I promised myself, for writing, no, no, but the last, last time! For Yurik! This will be my best article...
And it really became the best. Where did I get it from? Just my blog would not be enough for such an important mission. So I had to visit Fedot Stepanovich. I almost begged him on my knees to read my work. But he still read it. Read it and put it on the first page!
A few days later I had to go to our police station again. There, of course, there are again formalities, thanks, apologies ... But they did not interest me. He was arrested. I wanted to talk to him. With a killer. I wanted to look into his eyes. For help in solving the case, I was even allowed to do so.
I was taken to a special room. He sat opposite me and froze with his cold gaze. But there was nothing in the eyes... He was... Empty. However, the first one spoke.
- Because I saw how souls died, - he answered my question before I had time to ask it, - Every criminal who was brought here did not set foot on this path from a good life. The world has treated them cruelly. It's wild, but for some, crime is still a way to survive. Not for everyone... But I didn't talk to everyone. Do you know why? Because they don't listen, you know? And when I talked to them in this very room, they just wanted to be heard . .. And I listened to them, watching how the eyes on the contrary go out, and how hopelessness penetrates into the very heart. They had not yet been sentenced, but they no longer believed that something could be changed. Outcasts of humanity. They could only hide in themselves and wait for the end. Then I gave them the key to freedom. An ampoule with poison, as the end of all torment. You won't understand, must be...
- And now, being in their place, would you like the same? I asked quietly. My interlocutor was silent. And I continued, - Do you know why? Because there is no key from there. As long as you're alive, you can still fix it...
We talked with him for a while, and then I went out into the street. It was already getting dark and the lights were on. The downpour threw fragments of stars right under my feet, and they flared for a moment with earthly human light, breaking on the wet asphalt. I silently walked along the gray stones of the pavement, finally throwing off my indifferent mask. Raindrops on my cheeks from something became salty. His image stood before my eyes. Indifference. The way I saw him once on Bolotnaya Square - not seeing, not hearing, impregnable. The source of human vices. I wanted to run away from him, and I even ran, as if it could help. God! Who would have known that it hurts so much to open your heart to the world! The dialogue with the murderer still sounded in his thoughts, and his brother's voice echoed in his soul. But, if you were already hiding from all this behind a wall of indifference, then only after going through this pain you can go back, again know the truth. Insults, murders, wars... How many more lives will be shed before each of us conquers this evil in ourselves? The hearts of the people are closed and the key is lost. But what can I do?..
I thought about it already at the entrance, slowly going up the stairs. Perhaps... No, but I promised myself... And yet...
Keys. I could turn words into keys. I could write again.