Olin island — the so called special camp № Kemperpunkta

(Illustrations and text Ellen Gernet).

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In 1887, Arkhangelsk merchants Shergold and Surkov received the right to harvest wood in the state forests of the KEMA basin. Build a sawmill on the Yak – the island, the place of the dead plant Vyatskie millionaire Kondakova, they did not dare – a bad omen. And then Kem the city Council in January 1888 the first gave them a lease on Popov island, previously owned by the Solovetsky monastery. The place of construction turned out to be successful, over time, the island was connected to the mainland by a dam on which to pave the road and even the rails of pig iron; and delivery of fresh water and communication with the city of Kem much easier. Deep-water lip, which is located on the shore of the sawmill, allowed moored and large-tonnage ships, and huge reserves of virgin forests in the region and good, cheap rafting on the river Kem contributed to the rapid increase in the production of lumber. In декабре1888 year vosmitonny the sawmill was built, and after a few years of its production went for export to England, Germany, Belgium and other European countries. Many of our relatives worked (and still working) on that sawmill, and the initiative has given my great-grandfather Ingvar PEC, which after a long life in Germany, returned to Russia and received in the factory spot, from the Commissioner of the workpiece and the alloy of the forest. The plant Manager at that time was our cousin Wilhelm I. Hoevelaken,and a mechanic for a long time served Charles Gernet, married to Caroline Hoevelaken. In 1889 the couple of Garneton was born spirited girl, Clara Ellen (Olia), named according to the tradition, in honor of his living aunts.  On this island of the KEMA coast she took the first steps and spent her Golden childhood. He studied at the factory school for a few years the girl, the parents were taken to Arkhangelsk, where she happily lived the rest of my life (until 1968). Together with the children, "German settlement" Olga graduated from the Mariinsky school preferred; married a famous surgeon Alexander Arkhangelsky Thunder. In their family were born two boys and three girls, for which Ellen wrote the tale and this story, and she kept a diary, which is very interesting to read.

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Long ago it was. 've seen a lot in his lifetime "Olin" island, especially when the Bank settled the infamous Kemperpunkta (Kem transit item) where all drove and drove to death the best men – the color of the Russian clergy, scholars, writers, merchants, officers of the Tsarist and White armies...there is no number. But forever in the memory of this little piece of the rocky firmament in the coastal zone of the White sea mother of pearl preserved noisy games, laughter and sonorous voice of her first little settlers.
Evgeny Bozhko.

Сад и контора

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В те годы этот большой одноэтажный дом назывался просто” КОНТОРОЙ “, так как самую большую комнату дома занимала контора, почему и весь дом носил это имя. А две комнаты и кухня, выходящие окнами в сад составляли квартиру Оли и других членов её семьи. В конторе на высоких стульях за высокими столами (точно маленькие дети) сидели дяди, что-то записывали в толстые книги и щёлкали круглыми деревяшками на проволочках. Дядям нельзя было мешать, нельзя было заходить в контору и спрашивать о чём-нибудь интересном. “Они работают”- сказала мама, хотя Оля прекрасно слышала, что они иногда разговаривают и даже громко смеются, особенно, когда уйдет дядя Саша. Дядя Саша – самый большой человек на острове, он управляющий и он ужасно толстый. Оля даже слышала один раз, как пьяные парни с гармошками пели: “Вот идёт, пыхтит машина, управляющий – брюшина “. Но когда Оля попробовала спеть эту песенку дома, качаясь на своей маленькой качалке, ей здорово досталось. “Эти дяди работают” – сказала мама, но Оле все-таки казалось, что мама ошибается. Ведь они никогда не ходили на завод, не шли домой по свистку обедать и не торопились назад на завод, когда опять загудит свисток: “На р-а-б-о-т-у-у-у-у!” Они никогда не были в саже и опилках, как те дяди, которые приходи ли в коридор конторы, долго там стояли, потом заходили в контору и выходили оттуда, пересчитывая деньги. Это были рабочие, а дяди в конторе раздавали им деньги. Какие они добрые и богатые! Но всех богаче дядя Саша; у него на столе стояли даже два мешка с золотом, которые он потом прятал в железный шкаф – Оля всё это подсмотрела в дырочку для ключа.
Оля вышла с парадного крыльца и остановилась в нерешительности: куда идти? Мама не позволяла уходить одной далеко, а няня была занята с маленькой сестренкой. Кроме того, на улице стоял туман, даже завод трудно было разглядеть, и определить, где он находится, можно было только по шуму машин и визгу пил. Вода была “прибылая ” и Салма заполнилась до краёв. Салма! Как много было связано с этим маленьким заливчиком Белого моря у маленьких островитян, героев нашего рас сказа. Салма соединяла в себе все моря и океаны мира! Салма омывала своими вол нами все части света! Но к Салме нельзя близко подходить, потому что в ней можно утонуть, а щепки туда можно бросать только, когда гуляешь с мамой или с няней. Если щепка плывёт к заводу, значит, вода убывает, а если она плывёт к лавке, значит, вода прибывает. Оля передёрнула худенькими плечиками от сырости и пошла в сад. Трудно было назвать садом этот, обнесённый решетчатым заборчиком, участок дикого северного леса.
Тут росла тёмная мрачная ель, шелестящие своими листьями осинки, весёлые берёзки, кудрявая рябина и колючий можжевельник. Было тут и болотце, и скалистая гряда, на которую ещё не могла взобраться четырехлетняя Оля. Здесь можно было найти настоящий гриб, не говоря уже о множестве поганок, а на болотце можно было собирать в конце лета и осенью морошку, чернику и голубику. Стояло тут и несколько кустиков малины, чёрной и красной смородины, но эти ягоды редко когда дозревали в суровом климате и дети, Олины друзья, съедали их зелёными, когда мама не смотрит. Сад осушали, рыли канавы, перекидывали через них мостики. Она весело побежала к клумбам, где тётя Лиза, жена управляющего, насадила цветов. Эта часть сада казалась Оле такой прекрасной, что она всегда заходила туда с некоторым трепетом. Тётя Лиза, сидя на корточках, полола свои клумбы. Оля забежала сзади и закрыла ей глаза. “Конечно это Оля, от рук пахнет всякой дрянью и они мокрые!”- сказала тётя Лиза. Оля смущённо вытерла красные ручонки о пальтишко – и как это тётя Лиза всегда догадается? Правда Оля сейчас собирала поганки и давила их руками чего удивительного, что они стали мокрыми. “Вот что девочка, зови маму гулять после обеда, смотреть на новые дома.” “А я тоже залезу в новый дом по доске? Я не боюсь!” Тётя Лиза засмеялась: “Ладно, ладно там увидим. Так зови маму, видишь, и туман рассеивается”. Туман и верно стал исчезать, показались очертания завода, столярная мастерская и мост через Салму. А вот и завод загудел весело и коротко: “О-бе-дать!» Только один раз прогудел, а весь народ тут же высыпал за проходную, оживлённо переговариваясь друг с другом и торопясь до дома. После обеда гудок завода свистел протяжно два раза, поторапливая людей на рабочие места. Заторопилась домой и Оля. Сейчас придёт папа, и мама подаст обед, опаздывать нельзя. Оля хотела бежать по крайней дорожке, там росла большая ель, а под ней маленькие белые цветочки. “Нет, нет, не ходи туда, ноги промочишь, беги по средней дорожке “- остановила её тётя Лиза. Можно и по средней – она посыпана песком и на полпути есть мостик, и если сильно потопать по мостику ногами, то получается, как будто бежит лошадь.

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Оля так и сделала, при этом даже поржала немножко – вышло очень хорошо. Домой она успела прибежать только к самому обеду, все уже сидели за столом, и папа строго посмотрел на Олю.
РОСЛА ОЛЯ… РОС ЗАВОД
В новый дом уже не надо было влезать по доске и Оля бойко бегала вверх и вниз по широким лестницам парадного и чёрного хода. С домом дяди Саши их дом разделяла только площадка, засыпанная опилками, как и большинство незастроенных мест рабочего посёлка Попов острова, что в 10 верстах от карельского городка Кемь. А контора осталась внизу под обрывом. Она теперь старая, такая же, как лавка, как дом дяди Саши и как казарма, где жили рабочие. Новый Олин дом был большой, двух этажный. Вверху, где жила Оля, было целых четыре комнаты, кухня, большой светлый коридор, просторные сени с окном и две широкие лестницы с перилами, по которым можно лихо скатываться, обжигая руки. Был даже балкон. Всюду на острове появлялись новые “балаганы” – домики для семейных рабочих.

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Завод рос и расширялся, легенда о том, что дядя Саша при основании завода жил в большой бочке на пустынном острове, отошла в предание. Росла и Оля, она уже не довольствовалась компанией своих младших брата и сестры, а заводила новых друзей среди ребятишек, живущих в казарме. Олина мама не боялась разрешать своим детям играть с детьми рабочих, и Оля часто бегала в казарму и «балаганы» для семейных Папа работал на заводе механиком (машинным мастером), хорошо знал рабочих и также не запрещал своей бойкой дочери общаться с их детьми. Ребятишки тоже приходили к Олиному новому дому, играли в саду, очень любили забиваться в парадное крыльцо на большую лестницу.

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Распута

Оле уже шесть лет, её брату Лёне четыре, а маленькой сестрёнке Зое – два. Была ранняя весна, дорога за пресной речной водой совсем испортилась, сегодня уехали в последний раз за ней. Скоро должны привезти воду для казармы. Предстояло интересное зрелище. Оля увидела, высланных на разведку (не везут ли воду) двух своих подруг – Саню Бугаеву и Еньку, дочь печника.
Вот выбежала из казармы шустрая Полька-карелка Оля присоединилась к ним и все вместе побежали по дороге, ведущей мимо балаганов к реке. Но по реке нужно ехать ещё вёрст 8-10, пока доедешь до пресной воды. “Едут”- закричала Оля, завидя какую-то лошадь вдали. Полька- карелка принялась хохотать: “Вот так вода, вот так вода! Это сам хозяин едет!”. Хозяином на заводе называли управляющего. Все стали смеяться над Олиной ошибкой и звонче всех Оля. Неужели дядя Саша такой толстый, что она его приняла за бочку!? Рассердится дядя Саша, если ему это рассказать. А ведь как смешно! “Вот теперь едут “- воскликнула Саня и стремглав бросилась бежать, сказать своей матери. Не отставали и другие девочки, и четыре пары ног быстро замелькали по дороге.

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Olga ran to the porch and wanted to stay there, but thought better of it and climbed in. "Lenya, water is being driven!” Leon threw the dice and, together with Olga sat down on the window in the kitchen, waiting for water. From the barracks out women on the run palthe pulling and tying scarves. That seemed a horse with a large bucket of water. Next fled women with buckets, arguing about primacy. The horse stopped, the carrier tears, picked up a long ladle – a “couple” and began to disperse the crowd. Was unimaginable ruckus. Olga clung to the glass, nose flattened into a pancake. Water came to an end, and women, having pushed aside a water carrier, climbed in a VAT, scooping up water. Water remained only on the bottom and the tank was already sticking out of the female foot. It looked very funny and the kids laughed cheerfully. But here again was given the cries. A woman whose water has not got, as its the beginning of an empty bucket punch happy opponents. Was a real dump, and he called the Sergeant, and he somehow calmed down the dispute. The woman with the broken head was led to the paramedic, and part of water to the General annoyance appeared spilled. Expensive on the island valued river water stored on respeto (thaw). The river water went only for drinking and cooking, and for other necessities water could be received on a water-heating system which strenuously worked at this time. They filled a large cauldron with snow, constantly heated the furnace, and the snow slowly turned into water. From complete boiler snow the water was quite a bit, and you had all the time to add snow. The guys looked at Vodogray with interest. ” Let's make fotograma house,” exclaimed Olga. Mom approved Olin venture, but was told to take only pure snow. And the work began. In large baskets dragged the snow on the stairs to the kitchen, scattering some along the way. Cook grumbled, but still, the water turned out and the game was like work. Spring did its job, the ice was dark, it was a puddle of fresh water and she saw women carefully approached the puddle and scooped a ladle of this water. Aunt Lisa brought today the good news-in the upper reaches of the river Kem began ice drift. All amused-soon they will not be cut off from the world, the debauchery will end, mail will come, navigation will begin.

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The Descent Of "Nymph»

All, who was is free, sought on the pier. The mood of all festive, lively and fun talking, people are waiting for an interesting spectacle. Today, the water goes down “Nymph” after a winter of hard work. Olga with her mother, warmly dressed, also in a hurry to the pier. Here they passed a garden, office, shop and wrapped to the stock exchange. Olga did not even pay attention to his friends, two huge stones lying in their way.
How can a simple stone be a friend? Yes, you can! Here he is, about the fat, large, smooth, dark gray. Olya tries to embrace him with his little hands, but captures a very small part. He was laying here when there was nothing: no factory, no office, no all these people. There was only Salma and a deserted island. Olya loves him and stroking him with a pen when the stone heats up from the sun. And when the fog hangs over the island, the stone becomes wet and she takes pity on him. The second stone lies near the stock exchange and there is a recess in the form of a chair. “Last one in is a fool! One, two, three!"- there is a team, and the flock of children rushes to a big stone. “I'm first! I am the second! “ they yelled, referring to the stone hand and stand, waiting for stragglers, and wait for new command: “first, the king! One, two, three!"All, as one, break away from the stone and rush to the second, and who was the first to occupy the chair, he was the king.

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The game was repeated with almost daily walks, never losing interest. But today, passionate about the upcoming event, hosted by Olga your friends, just glancing at them. On the pier had already gathered a lot of people. The boys climbed on the piles of boards on the roof to see better. OLE and his mother managed to find a good place. Here it is, “Nymph!"Standing on land, it seems very large. "The nymph has just been repaired, recoloured, the copper parts are tinted. She prepared, as on celebration. On the deck there are a few people on the bridge the captain and Olin dad. Olja hard indeed. How she wanted to go with dad to “the Nymph”, and dad wanted to take the girl with him. But my mom disagreed, she was afraid of water. People began to fuss, ran, it seemed without sense, back and forth. Greased with fat boards on which the vessel has to move out on water. "Ready?"the captain screams from the bridge. Finally, all preparations are complete, the signal, let go of the rope that hold the “Nymph” and the ship is slowly and gradually creeping to the water. ” Come on, come on – cheering – come on mother, come on, poor thing."Everyone's faces are excited. Boys on stacks whistle, squeal with delight, throw up their caps. Olya excited, too, begins to shout and clap her hands. Hear a friendly “Hurray!""Nymph crashed into the water with his nose and lifting the fountains of spray, pumped on the waves! So she filed a whistle, greeted a new chorus of “Hurrah!"and walked in front of the audience, going to his pier, as if saying:" That's how I know how to walk, admire me!” In truth, everyone now looked at her with tenderness and excitement, as looks the mother on the first steps of their child.
He who has not lived in places that are sometimes connected to the rest of the world only by Telegraph, who does not know the dreary word “debauchery, debauchery”, lasting weeks, he will not understand the joy, the festive mood that covers the inhabitants of the Olin island with the onset of navigation.

Summer Sundays

Already "Nymph" went to Arkhangelsk and brought the products to the shop, foreign steamships have already come – giants and loaded with wood at the pier, Murmansk steamships brought mail, already started talking about when it will be possible to go to Arkhangelsk and the expected arrivals of guests have already begun. Every Saturday the children went to bed with the idea, some tomorrow will be the weather and will not come if someone special, unusual…
We got up this morning before the children were afraid to sleep, even though the ships come no earlier than 9 am or even 12 hours. From early morning people were sitting on the roofs, looked in the sea, some with binoculars and some just put a palm to shade the keen eyes. Olja sighed and looked with envy at the lucky ones: "Rather to grow up, then she too would get on the roof and, without stopping, would look into the sea and maybe the first would see the smoke of the approaching steamer and everyone would be surprised and would praise her." Just after drinking tea, hastening mom wore festive dresses and clean, lively, hurried to the pier, just hearing cries that seemed to smoke "Rubakov" (*Islands of the Kem at the White sea coast).
Today is an unhappy Sunday at Olya's, she has a sore throat and can not go to the pier. The house still have the good old nanny and Zoe, but that still, it is not even three years old, and she's not a pony took it. Dad put Olga in a chair by the living room window, explaining what a speck in the sea "Solovki", and a "Robaki". Showed smoke "Robakov" and told in which direction he should move. It was terribly exciting and she had almost come to terms with their grief and, not leaving, stood at the window.

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"Nanny, see, see, there's smoke!""See, see honey, you see faye Reagan" assured the nurse, though her old eyes did not see anything. Suddenly the smoke disappeared! Olya's heart even froze, what is it? Where did he go? Drowned? Pass by? "Nanny, nanny, where is he? Look, smoke's gone! What's the meaning of that?"anxiously asks Olga. "Well, enough of that you're fireman of wood not planted, or fog made that clear and we'll see.""No, nanny, no fog, what nonsense spoken...Here it is, here it is!"cried Olga, when he saw the smoke. "Nanny, nanny, masts, I see masts, pipe, oops, nanny, the entire steamship! Look, look, look, look!""Yes I see, I see – says the nurse – and you don't shout because you have the same neck pain". But Olya did not listen to her and said to herself: "Now you can't fool me, now get away, dad explained to me, and then seem your masts for the Yak-island". "What is it, it seems it's been ages!"Olina's lips are tightly compressed, in the eyes of anxiety. "And here is the mast, that I can see"- he heard the nanny's voice. "Where, where? Yeah, well, of course I do, too, you're not the first to see."Olya, happy, looks like the move for the Yak-island mast of the ship, as shown with the tip of the pipe. "Oops, see, see, goes, goes! What a great! Ah here is, again fled, I know, now he to customs is gone!"It's been five, ten minutes, an eternity, finally, it seemed the masts for piles exchange, finally, the whole ship went out and stayed on the roads. Now everyone at the Marina will be watching how passengers sit in the boat and of the boat, but Olga did not see her and immediately wanted to cry. "Well, let's go to the kitchen, see what there Marusa baked, and there we come, with the guests"- said the nurse.
But this time no one came to OLE: neither Maroussia nor Borya, cousin and sister, who spent almost every summer on the island. Arrived only Tatar, but it was very interesting. Our islanders did not know any trade, except the factory shop. Tatar was selling chocolates and, most importantly, delicious - pricesnew halva, the subject of dreams all the factory guys.
But not every Sunday was sick Ollie's throat, and she almost always Sunday hurried to the pier, first with mother, and, being older, and with my friends. Almost every Sunday someone extraordinary came. Once arrived the organ grinder. He was in a copper helmet with bells, drum back, in which he was beaten with rods attached to the elbows, and with one hand he spit the handle of a barrel organ. Isn't it a miracle! And another time a peddler came and laid their goods at the barracks on the porch. What charms wasn't there. And whistles, and clay pupae with baths, and dying cuttings, and balls and hooks for fish. Yes just not re-read! The guys ran their eyes, and they did not know what to buy on their accumulated pennies. But most liked OLE pictures of the: big, brilliant, bright. Particularly struck by Olya is where he painted two girls of extraordinary beauty, blowing bubbles. Olya put all their money and bought the picture. And in one thing Sunday arrived quite taken the unusual people. He was tall with Olga, and an adult. He had a long torso and very short legs, his knees were not at all, and were just shoes. He asked for a penny. Mom's not allowed to laugh at him, and called him to the kitchen and were fed lunch. The boys were amazed at the speed and agility with which he rose and descended the stairs. "And I hare able to jump, here uzho show!"smiling, he said, noticing the impression his dexterity had made on the boys. Called the little man a Stroke, he willingly showed the kids and adults magic tricks, and it was with regret that accompanied him on the steamer.

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Summer Thursday

On Thursday night, left the boat in Arkhangelsk. Stood on the roof only those who have anyone left. Today on the island to Olya's parents came from the mainland from a small town of Kemi's two aunts of the boy of years of seven. They had to go to Arkhangelsk and waited for the ship. They seemed Ola is not the same as the islanders, and she curiously examined them. "Mom, let me also to wait for a ship" – asked Olya. "What are you, because the boat will come about one o'clock, and even later, you will want to sleep. Yes, you and the boy don't play at all." "No, no, mom, I won't want to sleep. I will not disturb anyone, I will only look." In the end, the mother allowed Ola to stay. But the game with the boy did not get along. He went out into the yard and began to collect wooden churbachki. Olga got to watch him from the window of the pantry. So the boy made churbachkov walls, and churbachki with a round hole inside laid on top and stuck in one of them the stick, playing the trumpet. "What a fool!"thought Olya, and, forgetting that she was hiding, shouted, "This is a wall I must be a round window, like a fairy-tale castle". The boy looked around with bewilderment and, having not seen who shouted it to him, kicked the building and began to build anew. "As in a fairytale castle," thought Olya, closing his eyes. Something happened with Her eyes closed themselves, when Olga doesn't want to sleep.
So the boy again started to build. "Yes, not, not want to say Olga, but the language doesn't listen and doesn't say anything funny," smiles the sleeping girl, her head falls to the window sill and the project continues to build in my sleep. Here is she takes churbachki, puts their on the pavement and they are worth firmly, as real wall. Then the pavement disappeared, and around was a green meadow and forest, and the wooden choirs in Olin hands turned into white marble. Olga easily turn their marble slabs, and puts them in their places, and the castle is growing by leaps and bounds, and by the minute. It's built. Night descended on the land, was the but but in the round Windows of the castle lit up colored lights. And Olga is standing alone and looking proudly at his creation. "Well, I did say sleep, because that's where got, arise, and go to bed"- Olga woke the mother. The girl struggled to open my eyes and muttering: "Mom, there's a castle...you see, marble ...there...with lights...I myself have built". "What is marble? Ah, there on the pavement. Duck, the boy was built and all scattered...Well, come to bed!"Olya tries again to open my eyes and look at your castle, but sees only a handful of churbachki. "Mom, where's my castle," she pulls capriciously. "Well, let me take you to bed, sleep, build your fairytale castle."

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Trip to Arkhangelsk

At last mother told "on Thursday we will go to Arkhangelsk. Went cooking to my mother, sewed new clothes, hastily washed and ironed, made a list – what to buy in Arkhangelsk, which is not to forget to stock up for the long winter. Have guys, too, has been going preparations and talk. Remembered already experienced one argued whether to go to certain friends and whom they see. Some of the questions could not solve themselves and fled to her mother: "mother, Mother, as we will see in the Arkhangelsk king?"asked Leon. "Well, of course not – laughing mother – well, that may be of General or of the Governor will see on the street." "Here, here – ran to tell the joyful news to Leon - Mama said see generals and governors, they are there walking the streets, as we do men". And barely having time to finish, ran again: "Mom, Jogging in the streets you can run, don't get angry governors and generals?""No, the streets have to go quietly, only molochkom, and even the police to get you". "Mother, and to live we will again have grandmothers? Shall we go to the godmother? Will she give me a chocolate bar again-a cancer and a fish?"threw questions Olya. "And my grandmother is Natalia?", suddenly stretched out muzzle have Laziness. "What, Natalia?"that were repeated Zoe, nedoumevala looking at brother and sister. "Yes, such a terrible, terrible – making a scary face, said Leon – her hair disheveled and sticking out two large teeth, she's not real, she is Baba Yaga, only dressed and hired himself to the old cook" — with conviction added Olya. No assurances mom, that she is just an ordinary old woman like Babysitting, couldn't convince the guys, and to the delight of the trip was adding some kind of alarm.
Finally came the and Thursday. Brought a large suitcase into the bedroom, brought in linen, dresses and mother began to meet, sometimes stopping and listening, not raised whether the storm. She was very afraid of the sea. Children run, way, brought completely unnecessary things and ask whether we have forgotten the mother to take them. In the morning mom baked plantains, it was also interesting. And the main thing, the main thing is today they will not go to bed at the usual time, and will work together with all to wait for the steamer. Evening has come, everything has been folded and prepared. The dad came with a message that is visible to the steamer. All games were abandoned, all ran to the window to see where the steamer. Mom was visibly nervous, though it was quiet. "The tempest is not, in any case — said the Pope – but the fog, perhaps, something wet". In anticipation of the ship decided to have dinner. Finally had to get dressed and go to the pier.




 

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The ship stood at anchor, it had to be reached by boat. Skilled oarsmen deftly landed on the ladder, lowered from the ship and all in turn began to enter the ship, first daddy, then mommy leney, followed closely by Olga, Olga rowers did Zoya and finally, things. But I was on a big ship, and the deck and cabins, and the stairs which go down into the cabins, and the bridge and rescue boats, and circles, and a fat yellow tube. Children running around, all consider everywhere trying to get everything they ask and do not notice that are causing other passengers dissatisfaction and frustration. And the captain, in fact, I think almost a God. "Daddy, will you sleep in the boat again?", asks Olya. (Her dad isn't recognized for some reason sleep in the cabin, and always with the consent of the captain, was settling down for the night in a lifeboat.) My mother thought it was a miracle, and Olga heroism. Dad's expectations were met, the fog really caught the whole sea, only the ship moved away from the island. Then the steamer got up and all night gave disturbing beeps, and only in the morning, when the rising breeze scattered the fog, he again started on the road.

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As a result, came to Arkhangelsk with a big delay when the city already went to bed, and on a pier there were absolutely a little cabs. Our travellers met aunt, cousin Olya's sister Mary and, horror of horrors, scary Natalia. Things drove the cab, all went on foot, and Natalia was asked to carry Zoe. Terror seized the little heart zoey: take this as Baba Yaga! "I don't want I, I'm on their legs will go," desperately screamed the little girl. Mom started to talk to her, but she very angry, the iron hands grabbed the child and quickly walked down the street, she and Lenya , holding hands, trying to keep up with the old woman to help poor Zoe, if Baba Yaga suddenly decided to eat it. And poor Zoe never stopped the whole way kicking and screaming.

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The next day he started to go to relatives, shopping and just around town. Everything was magnificent and unusual in the provincial city. Painted the house seemed so elegant, and stone – the king's chambers. Stores and does affect the children, because they knew only one factory shop which sold only the most necessary things and simple treats. Children thought that in the city there live only one rich and were surprised, meeting the worker or the peasant. "They are, right, too, as we toured", decided guys.

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"Look, look, General!"pushes to the side Olga Leon, pointing at the policeman. «General?- questioned Olya – why is he in the middle of the road cost?". "Of course, General, look how important he is and all afraid of him, mother, because it is General?"- argued Lena. "Oh, you silly, it's only the policeman, which is even less than our Sergeant "Sergeant Less!?". Well, Leon, even the Sergeant is not afraid, because he's not drunk.
Went to the godmother and she gave OLE not only chocolate cancer, but straw hat and a new dress. One time I saw the parade were musicians and a lot of soldiers.
Then another went with mom, Mary and Boris walking in the Summer Garden. People there climbed on the pole for prizes, funny jumping in bags, and there was still a lot of interesting things. Played wonderful music, and my dad would buy candy and ice cream. All dressed up and cheerful. Yes, there will be something to tell, there will be something to surprise your friends on the island!

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But here's dad's vacation is over, all seen, all purchased, and it's the day of departure to the island. How sweet it seemed to the native island after a ten-day separation. And exchange Commission, and Salma, and Salma stones, and the shop and office (which they were little during this time) — all seemed happy to return! And the house! He seemed to have opened his arms, meeting the children. But Watchdog really went crazy with joy.

 

News and changes

Again game with factory friends. With great pleasure on a rainy day, the children climbed into the front and, holding her breath, listened, embellished with Olina's rich imagination, stories about the wonderful Arkhangelsk. Sometimes Olya confessed that the passion and a little FIB, but the audience was not discouraged: "nothing, Nothing, tell, so even better!"But one piece of news, this OLE mom, and at the first event, told buddies, amazed everyone with his importance: "And the mistress of the soon to be little girl!"Is it born?"asked Polka. "No, not was born, and so!""Why so surprised Sasha - small children always are born". "But not always, and that's not always the case," exulted Olya. "Wasn will buy, rich after all" suggested Enya. "And will not buy", said Olya. The curiosity of the children were already at the limit, and Ola couldn't wait to tell. "They take to itself the education of the girl, the same as I am, her dad died and she has five sisters and she is they will have daughters, and they will love her as his"- blurted out in one breath Olya. This news made the guys a big impression, and Sanya said, "Now I want you to be friends with us you will not!". "What are you, Sanya!"'replied Olga. "She's right won't let us in his front porch! Important, I suppose, will be. Or maybe not, because Olya says she's from the poor." So discussed the children's message until the day of arrival of the mysterious girl. The weather was nasty and a stranger, completely prostrate from sea-sickness, brought into the house of uncle Sasha.
Only in the evening my mom called to Olga and went with her to aunt Lysa, to get acquainted with the girl. "Mama, what is she? Large? Bigger than me? Beautiful? What is the name?"- threw questions Olya. "Call Lesochki, and the rest you'll see for yourself, just remember that she was an orphan, took her from my mom and sisters and we need to be kind to her." "I'll be good I'll give her a watchdog, good mother!"– escaped at Oli. "Well, Barbosa can keep to yourself got a feeling mom and just love her."
Liza was a small, fragile-looking girl, tall with Olga, although she was older than Oli for the whole year. On a round face, pale from the painful road, and watched the large dark-gray eyes, and sticking out a little snub nose.

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Olga was disappointed that she somehow expected that Lisa will be pretty as a girl, blowing bubbles in her picture. And Lisa turned out to be quite the same as Sasha and Polka and all the others. "But I certainly would love it, but such more" mentally decided Olya. And indeed, after about half an hour the girls had talked together, telling each other the events of his life. In the evening, lying in bed, she could not sleep, remembering a particular detail of a new acquaintance. "Mom, mom, why so weird she says her sisters name is Polinesia, Hatanaka, Mannanase, Catanese and yet somehow, I do not remember. However, what funny names, or in the city these are?". "Of course, such names there is no, this she was joking"- he was smiling, explained mother. "No, mom, she's not joking". "Well, she wasn't kidding, so she didn't tell the truth." "But to tell a lie a sin?". "Yes, of course, telling a lie is very bad, but don't judge so strictly Lisochku, remember what you often tell something and start to improve, which actually was not. So, right, and Lisa, she thought that it would be more interesting." Olya blushed, remembering their stories girlfriends. "Mother, I always, always say then, that I added ... accidentally." "That's good, but even better would be if you when you want to "posochinyat", said to the girls: "Well, girls, listen to a story". Olga was happy, kind and smart as she is good.
The convergence of Liza with Her girlfriends was very slow. She was very timid girl, could not long get used to his position "host" daughter of. Factory same children took her timidity for pride and considered it "master". Thus, the more Olga approached Lizochka, the further she departed from her girlfriends and the feeling of the Sled began to come true. Still, sometimes together, and played ball on the court between Olya and Lissoclinum houses, raising clouds crushed chips. Then uncle Sasha ordered the entire area to be leveled and laid with turf. Next spring this place was cheerful green meadow of the regular quadrangular form.

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Why and why?

"And why snow white and cold, and respiration water in sea is salty, and in river fresh? And why have us often a, and in Arkhangelsk quite rarely? Why is uncle Sasha afraid? Why is he in charge? The Pope does not fear? Why and why, why and why???"- was falling without end with lip Oli. But not always, she received to your questions, reasonable answers. Mom in process of forces and possibilities to satisfy the girl, and uncle Sasha, whose house with the appearance of Liza Olya began to spend a lot of time, often annoyed by these persistent issues and to get rid of, he replied: "Because the moon on to a lot of cast iron". "Is the Moon made of cast iron?"Olya didn't let up. "Yeah, cast iron, well, go play with the Lick." Mother explained to OLE that the Moon is a planet made of cast iron and it has not been done, and uncle Sasha joked. «Joked? So when they joke, they tell lies?"- puzzled asked Olya. "Yes, very often joking tell a lie, but it is better to joke without a lie, it is correct to tell the truth always and joking, and seriously – mother told the girl – and try not to bother with adult questions, and before think, learn to think".
One day aunt Lisa had guests from Kemi. OLE and Lizochka, as the eldest of the children, were allowed to attend the guests. There was a rich old believer (*the old believers were much in Kemi). She even went to visit with her Cup. An important old woman was seated in the living room in an armchair. Strictly looking around the audience, her eyes fell on the two girls. "But there has to be a favourite of my husband? Come on, show yourself, come to me." (Her husband liked glib, talkative Olya , and Olya's parents coming to, he always affectionately joked with her). Olga modestly walked back to the chair woman. "Well, well, nice girl, humble girl," murmured the old lady, looking very earnestly at Olga. Ola it became annoying and zachatevskiy hands on the arm of the chair, she began rocking from heel to toe. «GM..GM – pursed-lipped old woman – you have brothers and sisters?""There, they stayed at home, brother, sister and even Watchdog", Boyko said Olga. "So, about dogs I don't ask...Well, why are your brother and sister didn't come?"the old woman continued her interrogation. "What a stupid – flashed through my head Oli – she doesn't want to think that they are small and I am big." Suddenly and unexpectedly blurted out: "But because the moon have a lot of cast iron!""Ah, here's the favorite of my husband"- strictly said the old woman, gave Olga from head to toe withering look and turned away. "It's a shame – excitedly whispered to my mom – shamed for all that now about you and me I think!"Mother, I was joking." «Joked! Stupid, cocky girl."
Mom is gone. Olga left, her thoughts were confused: "Why is one allowed to make jokes, while others can not?"She felt offended, she wanted to cry. "Here you are!"cried, in runs Liza. "Come, I'll show you what!"triumphantly she whispered, happy that she finally will surprise with something Olga.
Indeed, such a miracle, she hasn't seen: by the window, a lady sat and smoked, smoked like a real man. Olga was so surprised that he forgot his resentment, and that upset mom, and I wanted to cry. She came close to the lady and asked loudly: "Why do you smoke, are you a man?»

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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It was the last drop that overflowed the Cup of Olin shame. Before she could gather her wits struck by her surprise, I heard my mother's strict voice: "Enough, Olga, you don't know how to behave, go home and go to bed." Olga was neither to apologize nor to cry and left, feeling terribly unhappy.

The moon and the gorge

Sometimes it happened that Olga did not get along with Lizochka or disappoint mom and feel lonely and very hurt. In such minutes, she embarked on a journey through the surroundings of the plant alone. One day she came across a huge pile of iron and iron scrap that was lying behind the stable. Olya sat down on some thick pipe and began to think: where did all these fragments and why do they so carelessly tossed. "Oh, it's probably remnants from the moon, when it was made of cast iron!", flashed in Olina's head. "But mom explained that one of the moon made of cast iron do...But sorry...much more interesting if it was man-made. Maybe mom was wrong, but that's not all, all the world knows? No, probably wrong." And so Olga wanted to mom was wrong, and the Moon was made by human hands that had almost convinced myself that. The trouble with Lizochka were forgotten and she rushed to her friend to share his discovery. "Lisa, get dressed soon, I found something interesting." "Where, away?"asked Liza. "No, not far, just need more"- hurried Olya, just cast iron scrap could suddenly disappear. "Well, put on your coat, here's your hat, don't look for galoshes, don't, well, let's go." "Why are you in such a hurry, unless it can escape?""There is no escape, but only..., you're here, you'll see... Well, what you copule!"Olya was worried.
Finally came on the dustbin of. «Here!"solemnly showed the wreckage of Olga. Liza with a puzzled looked at the trash, then stared at Olga. "Yeah, don't you know? You know what?"the tone of a strict teacher asked Olga. "Well, the rusty iron" – stretched helplessly Lisa.
"The rusty iron – mimicked Olya - and this is what?"- showed she is on heavy pieces of iron plates and pipes "I don't know. Is that your secret?"- frustrated with stretched lizochka.

 

 

 

 

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"It is solemnly rapped Olga is the remnants from the moon!""What of the moon?"I say to Liza. "From the, which on the sky!""Well, Yes!? Who told you that?"incredulous, handed it to Liza. "No one told me, I know!"- Olya continued solemnly. "What nonsense, let's go home and play with dolls, cold." "No, you listen, I'll explain." The girls sat down on the trumpet again. "You were in liteyke or in the smithy?"No, it was nowhere." "To the smithy we'll go Egorka let" Olga remembered a big, strong Ehorse blacksmith with his kind smile on her soot smeared face. The designer often ran to the smithy, admired the strength and dexterity of a blacksmith. "Agora, let me pack"- she asked. He took some thin wire, put it in hot coals, chose the light hammer, and Olga, gathering his strength, knocking the bright orange twig, and he didn't give in" "you see, a little porridge to eat again. Well, what do you do?""Oh, Agora, make me a puppet poker". "One, two" – hit Agora, and the twig took the form of real pokers, flew in a tub of water, hissing, remained there. Smith Ola seemed all-powerful sorcerer and was bound to take part in the construction of the moon. Very different was liteyke. And to get there one could not in any case, only with dad. And it was impossible, as in the smithy, to ask the caster of Basil, but only quietly to stand in the sidelines and closely monitor the actions of workers. Here they are carefully removed from the fire the vessel with molten metal, carry it to the prepared form and fill it. Fire-water seemed to be rained in the form of a metal casting and the room was filled with heat and light. "Enough," says dad. "Pretty – echoes Basil, and working carefully away from the box form. Of course, caster Basil was supposed to take part in otlipanie moon cast iron. Straying and confused, often correcting herself, Olya described to Lizochka the construction of the moon. Boring but seemed Lizochka intricate story. "Well, how can you not ashamed to lie, finally she interrupted Olya – the moon God did, not people!""I'm not lying – offended Olya - it's like that tale, and tales even to write books". "Well, the adults write – said Liza, let's go home." "I'm not going to stay here." Lizochka's gone. Olya was left alone, offended and disappointed. More she was not telling his own tale about the moon, but sometimes liked to come here and look at the remains of the "moon."
It wasn't the only secluded Olean corner. Once she is on the rocky coast of Salma at recess, curiously went down – it hid her head. Olya sat on the oblong stone on the bottom, like on a bench, and looked around. It seemed to her that she sits in the gorge, and its walls sparkle with gems as in a fairy tale. "Lizochka need to show. No, it won't, she again says that she is not interested or will bring shards and will be playing hostess, here, where, as in a fairy tale!". So gorge and remained Olina secret.

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Friendship with Lizochka

When the cold autumn weather, rain and gray mist drove the children home, friendship Oli with Lizochka became stronger. Then Lisa came to Ola, and together they came up with fun games or sitting at the table and draw or something, cut paper, pasted and painted. Olya's mother was able to captivate the children. But more often Olya went to Lisochka. There, in a big house, they floated along a wide corridor and hall, depicting, wild horses, highwaymen, brave soldiers, undeterred by the fact that the fight they had with chairs and large flowers in tubs. Oncoming their fill, they went to Lisichkina room, asking aunt Lisa's all yummy, and arranged the dolls feasts. When that they were sick, and dolls with the girls, ate all the food, Lisa and Olga climbed into a corner and talked quietly. Lizochka recalled her sisters and mom, but these stories often led to sad results: no matter how well she lived with aunt Lisa, when she was remembered, she was covered with longing for relatives and the conversation ended in tears. So the children avoided Lisichkina stories and is attracted to Olga, took to the world of her fantasies. Olga talked about the wonderful gardens with fragrant flowers, beautiful, nowhere, rushing music, the boats sailing on the blue river, the children playing in these magical gardens. Olga spoke fervently, worrying and worrying their stories. Her eyes shone enthusiastically, and closely pressed against each other, the girls gazed thoughtfully before him. When Lizochka were allowed to go to sleep to Ola, then four children to come up with something interesting. Played in “Black Canary”: three plug his ears, and the 4th clearly uttered a word, ears were opened and each reported that he had heard. Often heard is quite different, and children cheerfully laughed, her face buried in the pillow so mom won't hear. Lyonya said, that he coined a new game. After running across the room, he stood at the chest in a strange position: bare feet tightly compressed, arms stretched along the chest in different directions, the head hangs sideways, eyes pumped under the forehead. Then the door opened and my mom came in. “And what are you supposed to be?"she asked. "Crucifixion" - confused slapped Lenya.

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And girls, buried in a pillow, choking on laughter. Mom lightly slapped Leon on the soft spot and said, ” Well, now straight to bed” and the kids quickly fell asleep.

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Should the chief do so?

After a long snowy winters when trees burst from the cold, and the children were not allowed outside, came spring days. Again went the steamers to the island and everyone cheered. Green garden and meadow between Lissoclinum and Olya's homes. In the garden for children built a gazebo, a house of hexagonal shape. Girls from the barracks dragged shards, and Olga and Liza toy dishes. And went to play in the “mistress”. But the relationship between children gradually changed. And on the swing in the summerhouse were admitted only those children who wanted Liza and Olga. The garden was transformed into a city in which "Housewives" went shopping, then at sea, and the husbands of the Housewives has set sail for fish in the forest, which was collected toadstools and berries. Sometimes the garden has become a garden and the girls, arranging the heads of the cap of headscarves, became the ladies, and walked there with the kids dolls. Once the children decided to build a steamer, but it is not very argued in their inept hands, and the construction was delayed. And suddenly, in the morning, at the construction site turned out to be the steamer with pipe masts, and benches for sitting. The ship was painted in grey color and on the nose in white letters is written the name “Boris”. This is uncle Sasha helping the kids. Captain “Boris” was assigned Leon, Liza became an engineer, and Olga wanted to be a sailor, and even Zoe was promoted to Coca. A real little steamer “Courier” every day he went from the island to Kemi. From there, he delivered mail, carried passengers back and forth, sometimes dragged on a tow boat – the water carrier filled with river water for the islanders.

 

 

 

 

 

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Ran the “Courier” Grishka – the captain, who often visited not at the height of his post and after “yesterday's” put the steamer on one of the many river stones. Not just Olga and Liza witnessed as uncle Sasha scolded in the kitchen in the morning guilty Gregory: ” Back at the stone ran, the beast? Get drunk again?"– angrily shouted uncle Sasha. “Sorry, drank a little, Alexander A.... well, somehow the screw and broke... the Screw broke? the screw broke again, scoundrel, and what happened last week, huh?!” “I'm sorry, I accidentally ... I will try to get to...”- humbly swore to Gregory. “Accidentally? ! - uncle Sasha roared-here to you, you will remember how to get drunk, an animal”. Gregory head dangling from side to side under the blows of uncle Sasha. “Great, and fights” johnny whispered Olga Lisochka. "Why, Grishka fault," objected Lisa. “Still, fighting is bad”. "He's in charge of the factory, he can punish. Here we are with you, too...” “Yes, we are the main thought and confirmed Olya – and you think?” Olga even did not dare to utter the thought that came to her mind. "Of course, if our girls ruin anything and we punish them, we won't be taken away.” “Well, they would also like Grisha stand and will not change?"Sure, "will not dare" – confidently said Liza. "But mom will be very angry." “You can do it, so no one would know, we'll call her into the gazebo, put the guard and... come on, it will be interesting”- whispered Liz points. Although oline conscience and tells what they're up to something very bad, curiosity to experience his power took over and she agreed to one of the next days to beat some girl. But what? ” Well, let's at least Sanka Bugaev” Liza”. No, Sania is no way, she's very good” protested Olga. In the end, the fate of the beatings fell on Pasha, which is not so often played in the gazebo. Polka – karelka decided to put on guard to warn the girls, if there was Olya's mother. After beating decided to give Pasha toys in comfort, and polka for the honor. Olga slept anxiously that night. Finally, in the afternoon, unfortunately, managed to see a Polka, and all agree.
In the agreed hour came Pasha, Enya, Sanya, polka And a few girls in the gazebo. Began to reason, whatever game they pick. Polka suddenly blinked Ola with Lizochka and walked out the door. We must begin to act. ” You're more important, start!” whispered Olga Lisochka. She blushed, but still came to the Pasha and hit her on the back. She had looked round, puzzled. At this time, Olga punched her in the side. "Why you?"Pasha slapped in confusion. ” But why!”- as menacing as they can tried to shout to Lisa and hit her in the face. Pasha rushed to the door, the other girls frightened pulled away in astonishment and fear looked at Olga and Lisochku. “That's what, that's what!”- pale, cried the girl, and began to strike blow after blow. Pasha stood silently, her face big tears rolled down, she never lifted her hands to protect the face from blows. Her submissive form is brought Olga from itself, and with trembling she went on to beat the unfortunate victim, shouting: “You are silent, you are silent, why not give back?” ” Olga, that's enough, stop it” tried to persuade her Liza. ” Olga, Olga, don't, don't” timidly said Sasha. But Olga heard nothing, and again, and again struck the Pasha, then suddenly jumped back and his face buried in the wall, desperately sobbing. She cried as fervently as she had just beaten Pasha.

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Lizochka approached her with the words: "Olya, stop, do not cry, Pasha is not angry, I gave her the dishes, no one will tell your mother.” ” Go away”- with some horror shouted Olga, continuing to cry. ” Well, don't cry, Olya, we'll forget everything and remember, I'll never”- put it to Sasha. Suddenly Olga was silent, suppressing sobs, decisive step toward the door. “Where are you going?”- scared Liza. "I'll go and tell my mom, let her punish me.” Olya's lips trembled again and her eyes filled with tears. She sat on the floor and helplessly wept quiet, bitter tears. To raise his eyes and look at her friends she was not, such a shame she had not experienced in his 7 years of life. ” Yes, Olga, come on, haven't we all made up, so Pasha ...Pasha, go, kiss Olga”. Pasha obediently fulfilled orders Lisochkin and kissed the wet cheek by Olina. But Olga still felt the irritation against the Pasha for her resignation and did not respond to her kiss. “Well, now let's go somewhere else to play, and that we still will look”. “I'm not going anywhere “ – in anguish whispered Olga. All gone... Olya was left alone with his thoughts. "Oh, if it was possible to fall through the earth, if it was possible to return yesterday, when there was not yet this terrible story. Go to mom and tell her? There is no need, and then it will have the same shame as Ola, since she has such a naughty girl. So let me be the only one unhappy”... Olga was still sitting on the floor, when he felt on his shoulders hands. “Sanya – thought Olga – sweet, good way”... “No more crying, faye Reagan – said Sanya – because Pasha is to blame, would change, you would soon come to their senses. You know what I say, here we have a father sometimes get drunk and nail, and then crying like you regret that nailed”. ” Yes, I was not drunk, Sanya”- sadly said Olga. "No, you like as drunk, as not in itself was... Olja. It was terrible” recalled Sasha. Olya shuddered and began to cry again, but clinging to Dignity. ” Sanya, ashamed that I like! Do you me to love you?” “I will, Olga, and everyone will love you. We all feel sorry for you. Perhaps it is Lisa up to?”- said Sanya. “No, we decided together to Sanya, and God will forgive you?"Olga whispered. “Of course, forgive you because you repent, and you pray there” advised Sasha. "Yes, pray. What a good, Sania ...” the Girls embraced and kissed. Olya knew now for certain: the thing was very bad, to do so they Lizochka shouldn't have, although they are ” main”. A few days passed and the children played together, but if the gazebo is left a dark stain on the bright childhood memories.