In the gloomy days of summer is very tempting to dip into nostalgia and remember how in childhood we were in those days at the cottage on the second floor, comfortable rain drumming on the roof and smelled fresh (washed from the foliage outside the window) and dust (from the mountains of magazines, which were filled to capacity racks on the second floor). Selected journals were indeed impressive - starting perhaps with the 60-ies. "New World" as a child I was not impressed, more liked those with pictures - "Crocodile", "Pioneer", "Young Naturalist", "Science and Life." So much was not clear, but we're still a very tender age with the same pleasure buried in the dusty stacks of already yellowed by the time the magazines. A favorite of the new, those who were discharged for me personally, was "Streetcar." It is difficult to imagine how many times I reread favorite numbers. Unfortunately, the repair giving the relatives did not show proper deference to the printed word and all that trash burned in FIG. Long I was sad over a handful of ashes, but nothing has been done about it ... And then just recently unexpected joy - Yo-ho-ho! magazines, then in the network are! It turns out that good people have long been a bunch of old numbers scanned and uploaded to the network. Here you and "Pioneer" and "Funny Pictures" (only cover, unfortunately), and "Science and Life" (here here , incidentally, a selection of their collection on the history of Moscow), and "Crocodile" and my adored «Streetcar» ! Hip-hip-hooray! Me back and the frog Pipa and tybloki happiness, suffering painfully in love with balkonihu balcony, and vurdralak Gavkin with a good heart, and with butyavkami Kalush, and many more who ...
in one Scottish town lived a Aunt Solveig. Outwardly, she seemed the most ordinary aunt. But in life she had somehow turned out all wrong, like the others. She could spend hours running around on the ice and did not fall, but often slips on dry pavement. She deliberately dropped her vase from the fifth floor, and that is not broken. But when she accidentally hurt the arm a pitcher like that - to pieces! At Auntie Solveig even the dog was in fact actually not the dog and cat. But about this the wrong dog - some other time.
Worked Aunt Solveig not in the same town where she lived, but quite another Scottish city. And to work she flew an airplane - twice a week. From the house Aunt Solveig set off early to catch the airport. But for some reason always late. And the plane flew without it.
One morning she decided: "Enough of late, today it is necessary to get to work."
Aunt breakfasted an hour earlier than usual and on-speed car BMW drove to the airport. However, halfway through her run out of petrol.
- Ho-ho! - Exclaimed Aunt Solveig.
- This specially in case I keep a bucket full of gasoline.
And she went on. But it soon became clear that the shortest road to the airport at this hour is closed for renovation.
-hee-hee! - Smiled Aunt Solveig.
- I'm going to detour. Time, many more.
A way to bypass went through the bridge. And you ought to happen, that this bridge is unexpectedly collapsed into a river.
- Ha, ha, - said Auntie Solveig. - I'm in the back seat is a large inflatable boat. She and the car will stand. Change over to swim!
Crossing across the river - oddly enough - ended safely. The airport has remained a few kilometers from the sky suddenly fallen meteor and landed right in the front wheel.
- Heh-heh ... - Sighed Aunt Solveig.
- have to put a spare. Never mind, have time.
But the spare tire in the trunk for some reason was not found. But there lay an old bicycle.
When Aunt Solveig finally got to the airport, falling from the bike only twice, raced her aircraft on the runway. "Wow - surprised Aunt Solveig - did not have time ..." But she was determined to get to work today and so immediately went to buy a ticket for the next flight.
- there are no tickets - and said to her hand.
- How so? Have always been ...
- And today, no!
"Okay - Aunt Solveig reasoned," I come to myself flying away. Surely someone be late. "And while she decided on a bus to go home for lunch.
bus winds through the city more than an hour." Streets are unfamiliar - worried aunt Solveig. - Maybe it's not at all my city of Glasgow? .. However, we must calm down and try to act differently ".
After lunch, she pulled out of the closet Norwegian map City of Oslo, which usually went in the summer to swim in the gentle sea. "What's the fastest bus rides to the airport? - Murmured Aunt Solveig, running her finger on the map. - It seems that the 777-th ... However, you should hurry. Prior to departure, the remaining ten minutes! "
he fed canned dog that was a cat, and abundantly watered cactus a ficus, aunt rushed into the street. But in a hurry for some reason she got into the tram № XIII. "Doedu somehow - comforted themselves aunt. - Map does not fail."
And indeed: half an hour later she was almost there - the airport remained to pass any some a couple of miles. "Oh," thought Aunt Solveig, brisk walking on the highway - so even uninteresting. No you adventure ... Although the airline still has departed ".
But the plane did not fly away. Because he has suddenly fallen off the left wing. While this wing to fasten seat, all passengers passed the tickets and rushed to the station hoping to catch a train from Glasgow, Edinburgh. Aunt Solveig could Now choose a plane anywhere. Though near the porthole!
"Well, - she was happy, comfortably settling into a chair - I also felt that now surely 'll get to work! Importantly, no fuss ... "
deafening engines roared. But it soon subsided.
- What happened? - Asked Aunt Solveig.
- None radioman and the stewardess - announced the crew commander. - Apparently, they decided that the wing is not repaired, and went to the circus on the performances of African rhinos.
- So what now?
- Nothing. Without them, resolutely refuse to fly. Maybe I wanted too look at the rhinos.
"No luck - I think Aunt Solveig, leaving the empty plane. - It is necessary to although a telegram to the Chief ".
She went to the post office and sent a telegram:
Lord Commander CAN NOT get to work STOP METEORITE LANDS WHEEL PTA PTA DUMPS WING STOP TIME Supper
AUNT Solveig
You probably think that the chief immediately dismissed my aunt from work. Certainly not! Before she dine as the postman delivered the answer:
MS AUNT Solveig sincere sympathy Trouble STOP KREP PTA SEND CASH AID AMOUNT OF ANNUAL EARNINGS STOP
Lord Commander
Can not you guess what happened? It's very simple: the telegraph lines somehow messed up some of the letters and instead "The Wheel" received "head" instead of "WING DUMPS -" ROOF DOWN "and the word" supper "turned into a" dies ".
- turns out I was deceived by Mr. Head, - Sad Aunt Solveig. - What should I do now with denzhischami? - She asked the dog, which was a cat.
dog shrugged. Then my aunt Solveig opened the phone book and dialed the number.
- This Norwegian city of Bergen? - She asked someone. - Says Aunt Solveig. Do not find you any work? .. Oh, thank you .. True, I live in Oslo ... Well, yes, this is not a problem ... Of course, the plane is quite convenient ... Twice a week ... Good! Tomorrow I'm leaving ...
He heard the busy tone. Aunt Solveig wanted to hang up the phone but never appeared. "I guess I forgot it on the plane - she decided. - Day Today some sort of strange. Although everything seems to be settled well ".
However, the mood of his aunt was somehow sad.'s Arm caught her journal, which brought the postman together with a telegram. Leafing through the pages, she went to the mirror and looked at herself from head to toe.
- And why I did it all wrong, like the others? - Asked Aunt Solveig reflected. - Here, even in the magazines write about me already ... She put
page closer to the mirror and read:
In one Scottish town Once there was Aunt Solveig
frost is not terrible
in one Scottish city a long time autumn comes. In other European cities, it had long since come, even snow in some places had fallen, but in this case, the individual Scottish city, well, could not come. Advancing, advancing - and did!
accurate in it's time to call me back my friend Aunt Solveig.
- Come on - he says - to us. We have a well. We still summer. Goggle-eyed dragonflies fly. And anyway ...
- Okay - I agreed, - Come. If the tickets are.
tickets, oddly enough, turned out in bulk. On any mode of transport.
- I do the same to the Scottish city of Glasgow - I did not believe the cashier.
- I'm not deaf, - resented the cashier. - I understand that you are not up to the North Pole. Here you go, you want - on an airplane, you want - on the ship you want - on the tram ...
I chose the tram. Tuesday night came to a stop. We have gathered a dozen who had to be in Scotland. On urgent business. Nobody believed that the tram do come. And if you come, you're lucky if in such distant lands. But he came and took exactly 21.30.
tram as a tram. Only in the car seat instead of the clamshell stand. To sleep in a way you can. And even every two hours, hot coffee and sandwiches are served with cheese.
the road, I kept a diary. Here are a few records from him:
"on November 11. Let's go!'s Crazy! ..
November 12. Let's go.
November 13. Keep going.
November 14. We continue to keep riding ...
November 15. Gone Paris - a city of contrasts.
November 16. They drove to the beach. After a hearty dinner - down to the water.
November 17. Sailing.
November 18. Still afloat. (Coffee was served regularly, and sandwiches stale).
November 19. At noon, the water seemed to sea snakes. All the passengers shouted: "He'll eat us!" However Snake winced and said: "I do not like trams. Painful crunch ... "and disappeared into the depths of the sea.
November 20. Until now sailing surrounded by the sharks of imperialism. Electricity is over. Began the storm. Cradles ...
21 November. On the horizon the city of Glasgow.
November 22. Horizon is approaching.
November 23. Began slowly approaching.
November 24. Doplyvem Really?
November 25. Swam! Swim! .. "
- Well, at last, - exclaimed Aunt Solveig - but then I really started to worry. - She wiped away a dragonfly pop-eyed, shrunken in her ear.
- plaguing of them do not. In some parts of Europe already lies the snow, but we do dragonflies fly.
for speed BMW car, we safely reached the house of Aunt Solveig. At the door we were met by a large black dog named Shaq. I patted her behind the ear.
- Here's a canned bone. The highest grade!
- Thanks, I'm hungry ... - Shak sighed.
- He does not eat the bones - explained Aunt Solveig - because the fish feed. After all, in fact it is a cat.
- I only have "Sprat in tomato sauce."
- good! - Overjoyed Shaq and his teeth in a jar.
- Rare dog - said I - that is a cat. For her, perhaps, a special observation is?
- Famous Sobakoved regularly monitors Shaka at a telescope - boasted Aunt Solveig.
here from the roof of his voice was heard:
- Oh, these dragonflies! The whole sky filled! Is it possible to such conditions, see the moon?
A minute later we went down the well-known Sobakoved, which was actually an astronomer.
- I am glad to welcome you in Norwegian City of Oslo, - he said, handing me a dragonfly. - Here, Sympetrum sangiuneum, especially for you.
Mechanically I took a goggle-eyed insect.
- But why in Norwegian? I'm in Scottish city of Glasgow has arrived ...
- Do not worry, Nick. - Aunt Solveig put his hand on my shoulder. - We've got everything so mixed up - can not understand themselves, what really is happening. In short, Europe - the common house, you know. But the world must be taken for what it is, ikke sant?
I nodded.
- And you, by the way, as here got? - Asked Sobakoved, he's an astronomer, he's probably someone else.
- I sailed on the tram.
- You see - he smiled a man with a telescope. - The next time you come to me for a visit. I live on the fourth cloud on the left of the Sun.
- On the boat very easy to reach - advised Aunt Solveig. - And to me now to another city for work time. We now solve the difficult question, "On the Structure of the garden on the roof of an apartment house."
Soon everyone went about their business: Aunt Solveig flew in the Norwegian city of Bergen, known Sobakoved - the observatory Para-Mount. Schuck climbed into a tree and recited verses from there, composed in his honor to the brave fireman, who once was a poet:
Dogs - with only a mean dog,
But when they are glued mustache,
They are very easily become cats -
These tender, oh-ma! .. Meanwhile, I sat on the grass and thought: "How it all mixed up in this world. Nothing is impossible to understand: where is the winter, where summer ... where the earth, where sky ... Or maybe it's for the best? Live like fun. When tomorrow is not like yesterday ... And who knows what will happen the next moment. "
My thoughts interrupted by the postman. He brought news to the Motherland: "Dear Tim Sobakin! Urgently return. Library drifted snow. Readers can not get the" Russian-Norwegian Dictionary fisheries terms. "shovel is waiting for you! Head Cleaning territories."
- Sorry - I said a postman - but you've come to the wrong address. I'm Nick Bosma, children's writer. And this letter to some janitor Tim Soba ...
- Let your passport. - Postman through the pages. - Errors do not. We need only name-surname read-back to front. Then, instead of "Nick Bosma," just get ...
- you're right - agreed, rather, I had already agreed. - This is probably why I got it wrong.
- Maybe you to dance a farewell? - Suggested The Postman, which in reality was a dancer. - I have very bad gopak obtained.
- Thank you. As some other times. I was waiting for a shovel.
And I hastened to the port to catch the evening horse-Oslo-Zhmerynka Guangzhou-Moscow. Near the coach showed up my suitcase, forgotten at a meeting with Aunt Solveig.
- who already host day waits - the policeman said. - Why is it abandoned? I do not whether there is gold with diamonds?
- There 'Sprat in tomato sauce ".
- Same thing! - approved the Police and played the French horn a solemn march in honor of the departure of our crew.
in heavy seas driver stupidly yanked reins, bewildered muttering under his breath:
- I do not see the guiding star, sir. Where is right? Kuzia are swim? ..
Then I struck the French match and tossed it into the dark sky. The sky was lighted beacon.
- Well, that's nice - a sigh of relief driver. - Now, no frost is not terrible.
In general, old newspapers beautiful. In addition to the long known and loved me headman with a selection of our newspapers 1901-1908 years (especially the good ones out there for my taste, ads), I discovered there by accident, that is, and Times posted its archive already since 1785 (!) years. Yes, headlines such as «Execution of the Queen of France» (October 23, 1793 - Execution of Marie Antoinette) or «Titanic sunk» produce impression ...:) Still very cool that in contrast to our elder, there is not just text, but a scan of that same newspaper page. The Germans also have a similar thing - "Spiegel" (albeit only from 1947), but there are many old newspapers varying degrees of famous and interesting, but the "contents" with the advertisements of the most significant events on German newspapers there, and read old German Gothic - fun somewhere else.
UPD: Here I am a canary! - It turns out, here is a wealth there, here and journals , and postcards, and films and have a lot of interesting things. Highly recommend!
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