Book -11 Aliens novella - стр. 3

Through the glass, the only large window on the plank floor of the room falls a sheaf of sun rays, delineating a neat square with moving shadows of leaves in it. Close to the window sill, lined with straight lines (sundials), there is a table, at the same time it is a workbench for carpentry. It smells of tart, resinous aroma. The fresh shavings and spicy smell of wax coming from the frames, entirely hung on the walls of the room, create this amazing aroma of honey of wax and pine shavings. The furnishing of the beekeeper's utility room is supplemented by a stove laid almost to the ceiling. In the corner of the room, opposite the window on the left, is a metal barrel with a centrifuge inside. From the big handle through gear gearing the rotation is transferred to the centrifuge. An old man is sitting at the bench. He holds a thick book in his hands and carefully reads it. Through the round glasses, which have been lowered to the nose, the brown concentrated eyes from under the hanging gray eyebrows look into the book. The old man suddenly broke away from reading, listened. Behind the door there were footsteps. He turned his head and looked inquiringly at the door. A boy appeared on the threshold:

– Hello, grandfather!

– Ah, it's you, Valik. Come in, come in. "The old man said in a soft, kind voice.

– I'm driving, but it's time to see the bee already?

It's time, it's time. It's already been a long time. Oh- ho- ho. What did you do earlier?

– That's why I came so early. "I'm sorry," I answered, grief.

"Well, nothing." The beekeeper smiled crookedly.

He, with a puff, rose heavily and headed for the centrifuge with an old, shuffling gait:

"And I've prepared you a medication." And grunting, he took a frame from the barrel with heavy honeycombs full of amber honey.

– Take the mug and get the water.

Honey, mixed with wax honeycombs, melted in the mouth and was much more delicious than honey, which is eaten just a spoon. I took out the neat chewed lumps from my mouth and threw them in a bucket, where The beekeeper dumped pieces of wax to then fuse the wax ingot. These bars he exchanged for wax screensavers in the framework with marked on them neat hexahedrons, for future bee masonry. Having filled with honey, I drank two three sips of water from a heavy copper mug and again began to chew juicy honey combs. And so, relishing, ate and ate until the beekeeper stopped me: – Come on, show me your stomach.

I tore up the shirt, revealing a swollen, like a drum and a round belly.

He deliberately surprised, carefully examining and probing my belly with a rough hand. "So honey started to perform!"