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The girl settled in a chair, stretched her legs, felt the teeth of the comb gliding gently along her hair. She almost fell asleep under the measured movements of her black. The clever and skillful hands of the woman slowly continued, without interruption, did their usual work. She did not touch or scratch her scalp, everything came out okay and somehow beautiful. And she was dressed, although simply, but neatly and okay, she looked nice to the eye. Even her wrists were decorated with bracelets, but, of course, copper, and not gold or silver.

“Well, I’m tired today, my beauty,” the Chernavka said, “but I leaked a lot today.” Mother could not get enough of you, she praised and praised everything… Everyone was happy, happy.

Alive and could not believe such words. Mother more often scolded her, called her only daughter so only crooked indiscretion. Astya did not give sweats, mother was harsh, oh… Everything showed how they weave behind the machine, so that the canvas would come out even and smooth.

“Thank you, Jarka. — said firmly Alive, looking in the mirror — Since you, no one can, that’s for sure… Hair after your crest, just burning, glittering…

The mirror was old work, they said, the craftsman Acast himself created it. Smooth and even, with a better reflection, it was inherited in the family of Savir Katovich. And now Zhiva got it.

— And then, my child… And well, everything is so good… So, the matchmakers arrived, Father ordered you to dress up. You are my beloved beauty, — the chernavka said with feeling.

— Why didn’t Mother come herself? — the girl answered with a call in her voice, — it must be, if according to the Covenants. I suppose, according to Elena the Beautiful herself, it is written on gold tablets, and it is inappropriate to violate this… Even her…

— Will be, will be Mrs. Astya in the refectory, otherwise how? Tomorrow, everyone will gather, do not doubt… And the brothers will arrive… Everything, as it should be…

— And Rata? Will Rata?

— Yes, I don’t know… You know yourself, if your brother is not needed… Then no, what should he do there?

“He is not insane! And you… Don’t dare! ‘she shouted, stamping her foot, ‘take him here fast! I order!

Chernavka threw the ridge, bowed, bowing her head almost to the floor, and was about to run, when suddenly…

“You forgot the braid. Here, you finish, so run after my brother, — the girl recalled.

“I’m sorry, madam. murmured the chernavka.

And, quickly, but skillfully performed her work, completing everything to the end. Alive bowed her head, checked how she would fulfill all this. And, ahead, the thought was already flying, and she smiled a little. But so that the cunning Yarka would not have guessed. After all, the girl knew that the chernavka was listening, she was reporting everything to the priest about her, and about her brother. Yes, she could not do anything, but there were no servants.

Yarka bowed, but quickly left the girl’s lady. She moved her legs like that, did not contradict. And then, and heard Live long-awaited steps, and a sweet voice:

— What, called me, sister?

— So it is, — muttered Zhiva, and hugged and kissed her brother, — I heard, are they marrying me?

— Exactly, the whole estate says that.

— I ask you to help…

Rata looked at her as if he had never seen her before. He bowed his head to his left shoulder, squinted a little, and took his sister’s hand.

“It won’t work tomorrow. There are many guests, and the estate is full of notes. You have to wait, two days. You’re not in a hurry, are you?

She thought a little, remembering her own. And then, even the prigozhy son of the governor Seyan, the cheerful and talkative Umir, was not in her thoughts. Only the resentment remained, the day arose when, according to the single word of her father, Savir Katovich, Umir Seyanovich retreated from her. It seemed lively and strong, and then, immediately blown away, like a fish bubble. So the annoyance was still in her heart.

“There’s enough gold. Do you want to live in Varta or Sad yourself, Rata?

“I don’t mind. I would also like to visit Gandvik, but how will it come out… But, for you, sister, the main thing is to survive tomorrow. And then, everything will work out, be sure!

Rata’s words were, right word, like a sip of water for a thirsty person. It became easier on the soul of the girl. And then, she knew that Rata was not mistaken, she had only to be able to listen to him.

***

Savir Katovich was restless in the morning, oh, and not calm. He personally went around the entire farm of his estate, as soon as the sun rose. He looked around, and cows and geese, checked how the servants were doing the job. But, everything seemed to be in order, and all one thing, the heaviness hung on my heart, could not calm down in any way. Even now, he ate and drank a full ladle of put honey, but he had a long time with his wife surprised by such a turn.

“Why are you, Savir,” she murmured when it was over, “as if you were younger?” Or did you decide to marry?

— She said too, — he grinned, gladly flattening his wife’s lush chest, — you, my beauty… So, hard in my soul, as if I was doing the wrong thing…

And now, years later, his Astya was beautiful. Savir did not take other women for himself, disdained.

— So the daughter is on the son of Seyan? Why interpret? Prigozhiy, yes, okay?

— Sluggish hurts, there is no solid vein in it… Our daughter will turn them. And there is another groom. You can’t lose here, Astya

— Just do not deceive yourself, — the woman quietly said, turning on her side, and now she looked into her husband’s eyes, — sometimes, it is worth taking her time…

— Oh, tip your tongue, Astya. But, smart, just like a snake — a scratch…

“Really? she grinned, moving closer, and, is it so cold?

“Not at all,” he whispered, covering her mouth with a kiss, “you just do wonders…

The woman smiled, pre-war with such words. But, as if she remembered something, looked at the door, listened, but calmed down in her husband’s arms.

***

Savir Katovich stood on a high porch, and his wife, Astya Yamaevna, in expensive clothes, everyone was waiting for the guests. In the courtyard, on the benches, buffoons sat and bored, folding goose and horns, waxwings and pipes in a row. Also expected.

— Where is this long-awaited groom? Astya muttered quietly, curling her brightly painted lips.

Savir only smiled rather remembering this morning. And then, he and his wife did not hit their face in the mud, I suppose, they were not worse than young feathers. And the spouse, and made up, all according to custom. And she whitened her face, bright punchy lips, and blush on cute cheeks play with fire. Savir Katovich could not resist, put his hand on his wife’s strong ass. She mowed her eyes, smiled.

— Going, going! there were cries from the street.

It is understandable, onlookers gathered a lot. The children sat down on the neighboring fences, anticipating a rare sight. And so, the hooves of the horses were caught, and elegant riders appeared. And ahead of everyone, a young man dressed in a dark blue caftan was driving, just glistening in the sun. In a rich sable hat decorated with feathers.

The gates creaked, the melancholy did not fail, they opened the entrance for dear guests in time. They dismounted in the yard, the unots took the horses under the canopy. Finally, the groom himself, with two respectable-looking companions, climbed the porch.

Savir saw how she changed in the face of Astya, almost grabbed the railing. The elder quickly said:

— Is it healthy, Manis Sabadayevich?

And for sure, the young man, in a blue shiny caftan, it was Manis Sabadayevich himself, the son of Sabaday, the lord of strangers, with whom all the khanz so often fought, and with whom peace would now be concluded.

— Before you is our Manis, — began one of the companions, — And we ask for him, you have great honor. Give your daughter I live Savirovna as a wife to Manisa. And the warrior of the steppes is strong and dexterous, but he does not have a warm hearth without a good wife. And here are the gifts, for honor, not for purchase, kind Savir Katovich. Is it possible to pay with something such an honor?

— We are glad to see you, dear guests! Go to ohm, taste bread and salt! — answered, stammering, Astya.

It was evident how surprised the woman was by such a groom. Savir just felt with his skin that if he were not there, Astya would have escaped. And it was much easier to blush and pale under a layer of whitewash. Well, he himself kept calm. He pushed his wife a little, so that he would come to his senses of course. Well, she still said her due:

— Here, knock down from the road, dear GOST!

And she brought a reaper with a drink and bowls. Yes, poured a drink for everyone, so they didn’t shake their hand either. Those, remembering politeness, drank, but with pleasure.

— Please, please, to the table. In the garden, everyone is just waiting for you… — said Savir, taking Manis by the arm.

He let him down, and the rank seated the groom opposite the bride. Alive, sat, lowering her head, and did not raise her eye. Rata calmly drank kvass. The older brothers, Umil and Sarth, as Manisa saw, turned pale and blushed, almost grabbing their swords. Astya held them, grabbing both hands.

Here, nearby is the governor Seyan and his son, Umir Seyanovich. Volhv Salim. Ouma, Zatey da Gatal, Umil and his nephew, Urd, also came. There was also foreman Ramid, known for his luck on long trips, And behind each stood their youths, and for honor, to serve at the table. Well, of course, and everyone had fear, no one knew how such a feast could end. Good, or bloody fight.

— Remember many, years of wars and endless fights between hanza and strangers. It happened, but now, it’s time to live in the world, enjoy the times of prosperity and peace, — Savir said enthusiastically, — wealth, so it goes into our hands, so why refuse! Caravans of expensive goods will go east to the lands of Zhou, and our furs and jade, copper and tin, we will get silk and expensive stones… We can sell a lot, oh and a lot…

— Yes, Sabaday will be happy to skip the caravans with the goods. It will be beneficial to both you and us.. A good world is much better than an evil war, “Manis said.

He got up, and during the speech he turned, giving himself to everyone to consider. And then, stared at him, as if a monster from terrible dreams. And when they saw closer, they noticed that they were saying okay, but sit down with themselves, albeit not in a local way.

“It’s good,” Salim began to say now, “that peace and tranquility will come.” And as a sign of this, Manis asks for the hands of his daughter from Savir Katovich, Zhiva Savirovna herself. So that trust becomes stronger, and friendship grows out of enmity.

Everyone fell silent, it became quiet, you could hear the zanpvesi swaying from the wind. Nobody wanted to talk, everyone expected the other to say.

— So let’s drink to the health of Manis Sabadayevich! — again helped out an old friend of the Magi, and the first raised a bowl of foam beer

Here others supported, caught instantly empty bowls on an oak table. Beer poured like a river, honey set, flowing, and a bitten-narrow stream. One Alive, just sitting and silent, was quiet and thoughtful, did not even touch her cup.