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Once Olga came and said that Philip should be fired for absenteeism, but he himself refuses to quit. The dismissal event lasted five months, including the court. Alex came to his place to work, he did not drink tea at this workplace, and a thin stream of fluids was flowing from him when Rimma approached him for work.

The horizon, pinkish – reddish against a gray – bluish sky, was not as gentle as yesterday. And the personal man somewhat lost tenderness in dealing with Rimma. Primordial tenderness, whether you are married or that casual love, happens once or extremely rarely. Everything else in love is the search for the first feeling, and sex is already a mechanical process for the search for pleasure, it is pinkish-red against the gray-bluish sky and human activity.

Sometimes any peace is more precious than pleasure, it would have survived, not to love, and the happiness at that moment is the absence of depressing thoughts. That’s all the sky, the prose in life wins the love beginning of man.

Olga had fun playing cards on the computer. Among the accountants, this is the most honorable entertainment, on this occasion, manager Alex twitted at her. She was beautifully offended and lowered her eyes in her many papers. Sometimes he made her laugh, and she laughed loudly.

The sunset was different from dawn by an inverted image of pinkish and bluish color. At dawn, there is a bluish sky below, a pinkish top, a pinkish below at sunset, a bluish sky above.

If you take a small team like: Rimma and the chief, she felt a hundred times that he shouldn’t contradict and argue with him very carefully, although he is not armed, but he is so dangerous, dangerous in anger if he is not listened to. The main he.

And in a warm country, people completely forgot about their own safety. Wanting is not harmful, but sometimes it is very dangerous. So, the chef talked. Rimma turned away from the computer, she had to listen to a man without a murmur, jerking. What was he talking about? Do not believe about the meat factory. There was a time when people in the store shouted to the seller that there was paper in the sausage instead of meat.

And Rimma had to learn the truth about the sausage.

In his youth, the chief came to work at the meat-packing plant, where his uncle, a respected person in the team, already worked. For this reason, it was easier for him to join the difficult team. He worked more often at night to tidy up the equipment. The years were not very well-fed, but in the meat factory meat was full. Eat – I do not want. The guy is skinny. The belly is small. He could not eat a lot of sausage.

The meat factory thundered all over the country with its advanced technologies, cleanliness and order in the workshops. Even the clinic, standing nearby, shone with these qualities. And there was a personal sanatorium for the employees of the meat processing plant. They built the building in the pre-war years, the building was Komsomol. Everything is done firmly and fundamentally, forever.

Next to the chef, a fat man worked, his stomach could hold more than one kilogram of sausage. It was not allowed to carry products from the workshop to the workshop. The modest chef endured a bit of sausage in his own working mitten, he had enough.

But Fatty tied the sausage to his big body, and then sold it to the drivers in the yard, without leaving the meat processing plant. So he bought a car. Once he was caught at the entrance. He was asked:

– Where so much sausage loaves you take out?

– I’ll eat it myself!

– That’s how much you eat, so much and make out.

A crowd gathered.

The fat man broke a loaf of sausage into two parts:

– One piece of bread, the second sausage, – and began to eat both.

But the sausage in the throat he did not climb, probably, the audience interfered. He did not finish the loaf of sausage. The remaining sausage loaves were seized from him, he was punished.

The chef entered two institutes, but went to the food institute. Sausage production interested him, he wanted to develop mechanisms for the food industry. Having entered the institutes, he did not go to study, but went to the sanatorium of the meat-packing plant and only after a good rest went to work, and then went to study.

The chief was called for work, he left the office. Here and the staff one by one returned to the place.

If the gas is air and fresh water is equal to sea water, then everything is fine. Each by itself. If one dump water into the sea, then the other is to close the taps of the air supply. Forcibly you will not be nice, since you do not need air from the pipes, let them take it from the air.

Rimma was so depressed by life that she did not call anyone. But the telephone rang. She picked up the phone.

– Rimma, hello! How are you feeling? – she heard the voice of Olga.

“Hello,” said Rimma, so sad and pitiful that she shuddered.

– What happened this time?

– Everything is fine, I’m getting used to my personal life.

– Can I help you?

“Yes, I’ve got everything done by somebody here, and some kind of TV is all over the wall.”

– Good question. I can buy it from you.

– No, I am not selling, I did not put it here, not for me to sell, suddenly the former mother will appear!

– I agree, then so, turn on and use. You twist the handle, and before you pass the regions.

– Thank you, I’ll now take a look at the land, but I don’t understand how you know everything? – asked Rimma and heard the whistles, and it seemed to her that it was not Olga, but some of the men spoke through a filter for telephones that distorted the voice.

Rimma called Olga back:

– I had the opportunity to view the entire globe, but I wanted to watch only one person. For safety reasons, each person must be grounded or de-energized.

– What does it look like in reality? – Olga asked.

– For example. The man lies and watches TV, or sits at the computer, or reads a book. An elementary current of desires passes through him if he accidentally wandered into an erotic picture or saw sexual moments on the screen. After a while, he develops an ordinary hunger and a state of dissatisfaction.

– What does he want at such a moment?

– So that the one whom he chased came and brought food and that she cooked food and fell in love with him. And the most important thing is to leave after that, not having drunk tea.

– How does a woman respond to such a situation?

– Once or twice she may well meet all such desires, if… If she wants it herself, and if she does not want a sloth, then she may be lazier than him and not read or watch erotic materials. So they died out. From laziness. Having thought of this version of life, I grinned and remembered the alarming and calling eyes of a superficially familiar large man, but I did not strive to approach the new object of women’s suffering. I still understood, communicating with different people, that people perceive an ordinary registered marriage differently, and I didn’t want to climb into this variety of opinions.

Olga did not answer this humor.

Yesterday at work they read how invented condensed milk. This is opposite Rimma in the office, hiding behind an old plotter, decorated with blooming violets, a very strange man is sitting. Imagine a working engineer in 80 years. It is hard to imagine? For his work biography, he worked exclusively as a design engineer.

He began to draw on the reshyshin, then on the drawing board and now draws in the computer. Sometimes he was the head of the design bureau, sometimes the head of the department, and now he is the lead designer. A sinusoid is present in any biography, he is no exception, he is a man of the golden rule, which says that work is the main thing in life.

Yes, he is gray, so already laid was gray. But he is in his mind. And he quickly moves when walking. He is married a second time, his second wife is 17 years younger. But it does not work, but it works. His son lives overseas, but his daughter from his first marriage lives nearby, and she is the only one who shares his passion for the dacha. On weekends, he travels by train to the country in any weather. He himself cleans the roof from snow in the winter and from the leaves in the autumn, he upholsters a toilet and a garage with a profile sheet.

Sometimes he and his wife make long walks on weekends or visit museums, parks, observation platforms of the city. He rarely takes vacation or sick leave, practically he is always at work. It happens that he argues with the chief, who is the head of the design bureau.

In the afternoon Rimma and Olga walked in the forest.

“I printed regular books and presented them to different people,” Rimma said.

– And the people? – Olga asked.

– Some grab the book and give further, others sell. Often they don’t need a gift book, they want to get money for it. They call the publisher, make comments. Then the author is called from the publisher and give the gift comments.

– Who is to blame for the whirlpool of such generosity?

– Author. The author should not give their books to greedy people.

– How to weed them out?

“A detective is needed at this place.” I gave the book to my boss. He has a first wife. His wife does not work, but makes money from gifts. She was given something in the store, she found a defect, put the entire store on her ears, and she was given money for an item she did not buy.

– Rimma, you put so much work into your books. And then you give them! Do I need to publish my own books?

– You’re right, you need to publish only copies for yourself, to work on the works. People who publish their books in large quantities often live in books from their homes.

– There are those who sell books?

– Those who sell books through shops spend a lot of money on the sale and publication of books. Life is so wise that it is easier not to publish than to publish books, it is better not to write than to write. But there are those who have written themselves, but nothing is sold. Therefore, there are gifts.

– What do they do with gifts?

– Throw out, read or peredarivat, less often sell. Stuck in my teeth this topic.

The next walk of Rimma and Olga came to an end.

Very different problems were busy at work. The water element of the oceans, somewhat reminiscent of space, immersion, as well as taking off, does not happen without overloads.

It is ridiculous to say, but for several years Rimma thought about the fact that she didn’t like submarines at all, working as a designer in completely different areas, she was constantly thinking about submarines. Somehow she was very lucky, because she was given a small device for deep-sea diving to develop, from such work she was in seventh heaven with happiness.

But there is no complete happiness, a new chief came to them in the KB, a copy of one of the country’s previous presidents. Name, surname, appearance, height – everything corresponded to this president.

During the reign of the president, the designer was also a twin, he had a huge design office in his subordination. If his wife needed a new apartment, he was given it for a week, and in two weeks he could drive into it.

The president on the throne was about five, five years his twin – the designer enjoyed power over people and over structures. The triumphal peak passed, and the counterpart-designer at retirement age came to the small design office where Rimma worked.

The duplicate – the designer decided to restore his own order both among the people and in the products they were developing. Most of all in the design bureau he liked Rimma’s work, he constantly took it out with his not entirely correct instructions about the design of the device for deep immersion.

It must be said that by this time Rimma had been working independently for many years, and what she developed was all working.

The new retired chief of the Design Bureau prevented her from all his former triumphal forces. Before him, she had already developed a basic design node, which passed all the tests. The pest-twin did not let her repeat the tests with the device. He had magnets – and they worked incorrectly.

Horror gripped the entire consciousness of Rimma. The head spoiled all her work, despair – poorly said – accompanied all the days of his work with his counterpart-pest.

The administrator can not work – designer! If he commanded an army of developers, it does not mean that he developed what they did. He was the administrator, the counterpart of the president, and all. Amazing work with an underwater object was destroyed by a twin to the ground.

God did not let Rimma die in the presence of the double of the president.

It is impossible for a designer from God to interfere with the development of designs! God took pity on Rimma and sent her a new leader, Andrei Georgievich, with whom she had already worked. Both were obsessed with developing a lightweight submarine. What Rimma did not like the existing submarines? By its size.

Floating houses in the ocean with a huge number of unnecessary pipelines, made of poor-quality material, could not please the hereditary designer. Remember the death of a large ship and a huge number of versions: because of what he sank? Rimma of all versions was interested in one – the ship’s casing was made of molten metal, and the interior of the ship was luxurious. A terrible contradiction! Ice beat metal! Absurd ship designs.

And if you look at the design of submarines? Hell of a sailor, and this is poorly said. Previously, sailors were fed with stew and condensed milk, they were fed better than the rest of the army, a former submariner told him this.

And now? How to lure a sailor in a submarine? Consequently, in the development of submarines, it is necessary to involve completely different mental forces, this means of underwater movement of submarine missiles and people must be reconsidered.

Miniaturization should penetrate the design of the submarine.

Rimma and Andrei Georgievich started the development of an underwater helicopter. It is a helicopter. Without a screw, the plane does not fly and the ship does not sail. Rimma developed an airtight assembly between the inside of the ship and the outer screw. The difficult thing without a magnet did not work, she did it with a few magnets.

If the propellers are at the rear of the ships, then the 4M light submarine is at the top. The great helicopter designer M. invested his knowledge in helicopters and airplanes. Unknown to the world, the chief designer has developed an underwater helicopter. And the fact that he is unknown to the people, he was clear from the time of his uncle.

Rimma’s uncle was secretly kept alive, his name was known to great SP, but the people and distant relatives did not know what he was working out and who he really was.

The underwater helicopter was not sent to the exhibitions, it was immediately hidden from people’s eyes and declared a secret underwater UFO. The size of the underwater helicopter was greater than the air, undoubted.

So, small apartment with a small size control panel. Rimma was a great developer in the field of miniaturization of structures due to the use and development of the latest chips and other electronic components. She was a well-known designer in her circles in the development of sealed enclosures using magnets to transfer one type of movement to another.

The shape of the underwater helicopter gradually became oval when designing; a huge number of drawings were left behind. Layouts worked flawlessly. The ubiquitous scouts were the first to learn about the work in this area of underwater craft.

The secrecy of the work was marginal, all people did not accept their own, but information was leaked into secret, knowledgeable services of the country.

Rima felt shadowed, but the twins did not send her and did not interfere with her work. The development of the underwater helicopter was completed, the product passed all tests.

The customer was pleased, but did not go to increase the series, they didn’t want to let the new product into public use, the secret services took the underwater helicopter into service for ten years, then they gave permission for the use of the underwater helicopter.

He worked. Life was on the rolling track of existence.

At work, a natural storm. The wind blew right through the window and brought such tasks that everyone was turned upside down. Yesterday, the chief came to the assembly area, who had long looked at what to find fault, and found the door, which was thrown under the windows on the street. The door lay under a rusty pipe and quickly rusted.

The head of the department gave overclocking to the boss. The chef gave overclocking to Rimma yesterday and continues to humiliate her today. As a result, she has a desire to quit. In order not to quit, but to calm down, Rimma begins to write. And you thought, why do people write? To bring the nerves in order.

The air conditioning rumbles, the wind flies into the open window and flings the doors open – all three pleasures on the face. The sun is shining outside, all the lights are on, plus the light of computers – here are three more pleasures in the same office. And silence – all went out on business.

Strips of curtains slowly sway from the wind, the phone rings, and there is no one to approach. She got up, went over, listened, but there was no one to call – everyone came out. Job? After labor races came a respite. Everyone wants a vacation. Outside the windows of August. The first leaves of the trees flew along with the wind. One of the works lies, there is a lack of a pair of elements, today it has also been shaken. Attacks from all sides.

Passed day. Day to day is not necessary, yesterday all day – even cry, today is just a day without a smile. I had to eat ice cream, which turned out to be fresh and tasty with a jelly filling. It is impossible, but it would be desirable, so let at least something pleasant and cool. “Coast, coast” – lunch in full swing. Rimma forgets the one with whom she went on the other side, and reminders of her psyche no longer work.

So, she ties up with the publication of books through publishers, samples of personal books are more than enough, and the financial sense is zero. Can not sell. There is a dream that cannot come true, to make full-fledged detective stories out of novels. You can read detectives, but the most bressed to the clue – solid thorns, or it is not her profile.

The real spring sun reigned on the street, if you do not look down to the ground, where there was still snow in some places, then the sensation of life and mood is spring. Life twists and twists forces, sometimes pierces the chest.

Rimma went to work. Bright snow glare glittered in the cold snow from the light of lanterns. Buses were left behind, in front was a parking lot. Frost reigned over the land. She was warm today, she dressed in winter clothes – she froze yesterday: she did not dress for the weather, and the bus got cold.

She got around the cold, sat down on a warm spot on the bus and put on winter clothes. At the bus stop today all the ladies were in fur coats, everyone aired the fur coats for the first time after last winter.

“Fur coat is good,” thought Rimma, passing a huge dog past her. And then she realized that the stop and the people were left far behind. Nearby there is no one except a huge dog. She missed him, but the dog was clever, he ran ahead and waited.

Rima felt threatened in the frosty air. She was no longer up to the brilliance of snowflakes. She looked back, but she didn’t see the people and realized that meeting the dog is unavoidable, but there is nowhere to retreat. Deserted She went ahead.

The dog jumped out from behind the car and stopped. It was a huge white dog with black spots, arranged like a bow around his neck. She lifted her bag, protecting herself from the dog, as if to say that there was no meat in the bag. She went to the checkpoint, where there were two more big dogs, it was their rightful place. Someone brought them food. Rimma walked past the dogs and the checkpoint.

She constantly managed to come to work first, so she turned on the lights in the office. Turning on her computer, she straightened her smooth hair, changed her shoes, and began pounding the keys. After watching the news on the network, she briefly recalled what should be done, and proceeded directly to work. At this time, the rest of the staff appeared.

And the roses bloomed on the window…

The oldest employee of the company was born so long ago that it is difficult to imagine that you can work at his age. But he worked, read the news and announced them to the public. He has very little left until 80 years. Years old…

With him you need to take an example for long-term performance.

At 11 o’clock in the morning he announced to all that it was time to eat fruit. And he solemnly said which pears are the best – that is, if he brought pears. The next day he praised the persimmon and called delicious varieties. He also brought apples, which he sliced into slices on a saucer. He very gently and with a sense of eating grapes. He could so admire the lemon with a leaf that then no one could eat this lemon, he became an animated fruit.

At 12 o’clock it was lunch time. Included kettle and “Road Radio”. If you can drink one tea daily in a sachet until you have drunk the whole package, then listening to one song “Happy Birthday” every day is simply painful. And only the president’s speech on Constitution Day could turn off Road Radio with its songs of the same type.

The elder’s birthday came, but not on Constitution Day, and on this day “Road Radio” was in place. He loved and drank only brandy, drank with feeling, with pleasure. Snacked with respect to the products that he himself brought. It is amazing to look like this at his age and so rejoice at everything that can be eaten. But he could be angry, he could hate, if someone had crossed it. There was one enemy in his office, it was he who did not sit at the birthday man’s table.

And on the street was slushy December…

Rimma sat in the office and looked around her. On the left was a palm tree. On the right was a smaller palm tree. Evergreens curled over the right shoulder. Purple flowers bloomed on all surfaces. Small bushes bloomed in red flowers.

Earned a printer, this is Rimma made a printout. Rimma followed her gaze and thought that all the color and leafy decisions in the office belong to her. She is a master in caring for office flowers. The spring holidays have just passed, but all the flowers of the office survived during the weekend decade. Rimma put all the flowers on the table, wrapped them with rags of flagella, the second end of which was dipped in a bowl of water.

Today, all the flowers were normal and bloomed in full, creating a cozy atmosphere of the south in the office located on the Central Russian Upland. Outside, the temperature is around twenty degrees, the sun is shining, white clouds are running. All work intently.

Rimma once complained that in their country house the water had gone from the well. The winter was not too snowy or someone pumped water from the level of the land where they took the water. Her neighbors began to deepen the wells. Summer residents are strange people, they get water, put greenhouses, and then successfully distribute the fruits of their labor, because they cannot eat jam – pickles, frozen berries – fruits.

Rimma has no problem, the chief has no problem. Olga and the elder have a dacha. In the office, they each sit in their own corner. In the center of the office are a table and chairs. Put on the table design documentation for inspection and delivery to the shop or archive. It was on this table that the office flowers survived a long holiday.

The next day, Olga went with her friend to the dining room. Rimma stayed in the office. She put the kettle on, warmed the second in the microwave. Music sounded during lunch. The rest is full. Rimma goes to work by bus, almost half an hour in one direction, then goes on foot. Today she didn’t get two stops and decided that she wouldn’t go for a walk in the afternoon.

Yesterday she wrote an application for leave and came to the conclusion that you can spend your vacation at home. She goes to the gym, bathes in the pool, goes to the solarium, does massage.

The question is, what is she still not doing in parallel work? As for men, Rimma has a complete failure in this matter. She has a state of complete zero. There is no love, no love. Silence in the feelings. She had seen Alex again, but she wasn’t at the cashier’s desk. They have no feelings. And she is not ready to change it yet.

Sucks.

So, there remains a job with which it is completely overwhelmed. There is still time before vacation, you can work in your pleasure. This alignment. Rimma will go on vacation in the middle of summer.

Rima in the summer went to the mountains by car with her mother. She is just in awe of mountain lakes. Mom has a cottage located near the lake. Once went and again wants to go. She and her mother are great. Last year they traveled to the peninsula, and the queue at the ferry did not stop them. Everywhere visited: in Simferopol, in Bakhchisarai and in the Ancient city with caves were photographed.

Satisfied…

Rimma can not drive. She has mastered the computer one of the first, started a cell phone long ago, and stopped at that. An entrance order was hanged on the door: on Fridays in the summer, everyone works until 15 o’clock without lunch. Suburban period legalized.

Strange news day. All were sent on vacation for two weeks and calculated. The chief in rubies first went on vacation, Rimma will go on vacation after his return. She tried to find out where he went, but he didn’t say anything. She studied the prices of trains and airplanes, she also looked where, how and for how much you can relax.

From the first time, vacation problems did not work out, but within a week everything turned out how good or bad it will write later. And then the complete calm in her feelings after the departure of the chef. Sometimes there is an idea to call, call Alex on a vacation, but she understands that they will not succeed.