Mikhail Budin Biography

And again our days. But through modernity, something is still not very clear. However, something in it is a bone flute Chapter 2 Cyril stood at the heavy old doors of the historical museum, listening to how Petka was wrapping with the guard, and, inwardly grinning, tried to figure out-how did he find out here in his legal day off instead of wandering around the May, to show on the pagus or, at the same time, to wallow the sofa and stupid on the phone?

He never loved museums. Even musical. There were half-dead tools and other things there, as if people in some kind of IF castle: they put them on a lifelong and forgot. And things wanted to work, they looked sadly because of the glass, begged: “Take me, I would come in handy ...” But each visitor knew that this would never happen. These things never know human hands anymore - except for the hands of museum ministers wiping dust, yes, maybe a random researcher who will only consider, measure and photograph them, but will not give them a work that they dream of.

And now Cyril and Petka are in the museum. On the weekend. They also break through the system of the enemy. How did Petka succeeded him yesterday, Cyril, to persuade? The easiest way, of course, was to say - I was drunk, I don’t remember. But no, they didn’t drink much ... ... when Petka broke up to him at night, he did not immediately ask anything: he just shook the cognac bottle in front of his nose, the infection, Blackmore, his beloved Kirillov!

And chatting, chatting incessantly about everything in the world: about how Irka and his daughter went to his grandmother in a buoy for all May, and he had to stay, because whoever would let him go before the field season, how they were again clamped for excavations, and they will have to almost make great discoveries in the sandbox, who always knows, who always knows, who is always firmly known, who always knows.

As it should, only no one can convince anyone ... Cyril listened to his chatter, feeling how blissful heat spreads throughout the body, as if after great fatigue, and was grateful to Petka for it. The scrambled eggs in the oven already began to spread aromas. Petka promised something interesting? Even musical even? Even a few pieces. Stone Age, Neolite. From bird bones are made.

Do you know where you found? Not far from here, in the Ryazan region. Actually, they are rare, these flutes. They find them a little. And recently, a man came to us, such an uncle, you know ... He says that peat for a summer residence was digging and found something like a museum. And shows us a flute! Almost like in the museum we have under glass! We are to him: where is your cottage?

And he: in the Shatursky district. Everything converges, you know! These are all the areas of the modern administration, but the edge is one: Meshchera! Lakes, rivers, peat. The same Neolithic cultures. It is a pity that the man is not an archaeologist, he did not know anything about the layers, now it is difficult to date this flute. But since it was dug up from peat, it means that it’s exactly ancient.

The peat that the summer residents dig - he is already completely ripened, and he matures for a long time, thousands of years. That is, if that got into it, then a very long time ago, when he was still half -dead. Three to four thousand years-easily! I know these swamps, there are five thousand years there - like a bush. And then, you see, the flute is almost one to one like our museum!

The same technique! I am in your affairs, too, like that man: I can dig, I can not dig, but I don’t understand anything else. Or do you need an expert conclusion that this is a flute, and not decoy on a fox? It's like put and forget! I was to him: Roman Petrovich, how can weak, we have the same flute under the glass in the exposition! And he: So it is also the decoy, these are simply the personalities of the unconscious once recorded it in flute, they wanted to make a great discovery.

Well, to be honest, we really have it as a “flute or decoy”. Only I always thought that this, on the contrary, was added about the same professors Sedo ... face, like our Kurdyukov, to be safe! Think for yourself, if the decoy - how many we still have found such bones? This is neolit, hunters! Every first should have a decoy! If they used them ... And this is a rarity!

There can be a lot of musicians, right? Yes, Kurlyk? Cyril only grinned: yes, probably, he could not. The musicians must have paid delicious at all times - or what was there in the Neolithic. It is much easier and more satisfying to run, like everyone else, behind a mammoth, to get everything for your woman. And to listen to the music-so, at leisure, when some poor fool plays it.

And throw him a bone from his generosity. So that I go to your kurdyukov and assured him that, they say, few fools go to musicians? And as proof, he presented his flute? Here, look - exactly the same! By the way, I don’t even know how these yours look splashed into Cyril in a glass of cognac. You have absolutely no need to go to Kurdyukov, he still has a bear in his ear, and even trampled.

You just take it - and play on this flute! Cyril almost choked on a sandwich. He did not even expect this from Petka.There, the violins of Stradivari for three hundred years - and then they need to receive special permission for them, from the state, they will not be given to everyone! Only great people like Kogan. And you say - this flute five thousand years! They will not give, of course.

Although Kurdyukov tried to blow into it - so that it means to prove that this is a decoy, and no instrument. And he has a squeak and wheezing. But this is Kurdyukov, you understand. And you are with us - a fool from God! Give you a stick from a mop - and then it will play! I still remember how you are in my second year, you have a “nightingale” on a fox -man man, and again Cyril grinned - wow, did not forget, it turns out.

And he even remembers that it is the Nightingale. And he was used to believe that Pechkin is also ... a bear ... Well, so be it, Wolverine. You do the winds yourself, right? You do, I know. You will come to us. You take a picture, or what do you need there. You will make the same - there is just a bone with holes, honestly. And how you play the classics - so that even his gray -haired Kurdyukov ...

Kurdyuk shook! He himself was angry with himself for this excitement-he found, as they say, time and place-but in addition to the will inside, something triumphantly sang on different voices, anticipating the adventure. An unusual ancient tool! Still not familiar to Cyril! It will be possible to touch him with his hands, lips, breathe a voice into him and hear his answer.

Agree with him-even if it is not easy-to find out all the features of his character and start doing something else incomprehensible, but certainly interesting and, perhaps, beautiful. And if Petka is right, and this flute is really easy to make according to the model - Cyril was fond of this since the time of the musical - then the instrument will remain with him, become his new friend.

Another member of his musical family, which he gathered for years. The family that will definitely not betray him. Unlike ... - Do you think the classic is so simple, took and played for anything? He poked something there concentratedly, and then triumphantly put Kirill in his nose: - Here! Petkin old smartphone, as always, hung, so before seeing, Cyril heard.