Welcome to aicels.org aicels.org was created: March 13 2013 17:23:07. Today Sunday 26 May 2013 12:00:19 - It is impossible to receive all pleasures at once. And it has furiously brought down a butt on Sajmona looking by a muddy look, directly in the person, in nose bridge. The curious began to look out of the nearest houses. - What for firing? To whom there hands unscrew? - Three-fingered Sajmon has got! It has shot Jack. It and its friend Merl! - To hang up the bastard! From different directions to a beating place people were tightened. Sen-Avgustin was tiny settlement, inhabitants here was a little, entertainments any, therefore any quarrel was perceived with enthusiasm. Sajmon planted the feet, trying to escape from strong hands, fell to the ground, kicked, but anything could not do. Someone has already built a loop and has thrown a rope through a thick bough of the thick tree, growing steps to twenty from a tavern. - Here it! - What occurs? Before Zherarom Ljusena Dupont's dense figure has grown. - What here? - He has again asked, looking in eyes trapperu. - We will hang up Three-fingered, - someone has explained hasty and has briefly explained, in what there was a fault of Sajmona. - I did not kill Jack! - Sajmon rattled; on his lips which have blurred from weighty blow, the red saliva flew. - Perhaps it actually is not guilty? - Dupont has imperiously spoken. - it is necessary to understand, devil take it! Eventually, I here the main! - Ljusen, - has gloomy spoken Zherar, correcting the woollen cap which has slipped on one side, - you are put by the Company to be engaged in trading business. In office and in a warehouse you indeed posess last word. But now it is a question not of the price on bobrovye skins. So move and do not prevent to do to us that we consider it necessary. Hunters have resolutely pushed away Dupont and have dragged Sajmona to a tree behind which the timbered paling - the pity rest of a wooden fort Sen-Avgustin lasted. Close wooden krepostyonka has been erected in 1763 by free hunters and dealers who bought up furs at Indians and sent it then to Montreal, but in ten years the Fur Company has bought the Poppy-tevisha this strengthened post and almost all not numerous inhabitants of a fort have arrived on service in the Company, having signed corresponding contracts. Among them there was also twenty years' Ljusen Dupont. It has arrived in Sent-Avgustin the ten years' boy together with the father when after war between France and England in Canada English domination and many Frenchmen was established, being afraid of oppressions, have moved on the West. Sen-Avgustin slowly expanded, turning from small timbered strengthening to a certain similarity of boundary small town. At first houses were put chaotically, but gradually from variegated structures the street was moulded krivenkaja, about a fortification there was the board churchlet similar to a barn... Ljusen Dupont has matured, has become staid, married the daughter of the former French officer and has turned to the exemplary family man. Having begun work in the Company as the small employee who was engaged in sorting of furs, it gradually rose all above and above and eventually, thanks to the grasp and enviable judiciousness, has been appointed by the head of a trading post. - Well, - Dupont has given up as a bad job, - you not babies that with you to be nursed. But to hitch up the person here so, without court - a sin... It has turned a back to hunters and has started wandering to the house. Towards to it there was a wife, correcting a white cap. - What do they do? - The woman has with anxiety asked. - Hang up Three-fingered, - it has muttered. - Hang up? The presvjataja Maiden! - the woman has scaredly pressed hands to a breast and has looked back on the house. - have absolutely flown into a rage. Forgive them, My God, do not know that create! On a ladder run the girl of years of sixteen-seventeen has gone down. It was younger daughter Ljusena. Its light, serebristo-ashy hair have been pulled together in plaits and accurately laid on a nape. Expressive green eyes have stuck into the raged crowd. - Mari! - Dupont has frowned and has shaken finger at the daughter. Its big face has become covered by hard fleshy folds. - what the hell you here do? Immediately leave! It is not necessary you to stare at it! - Ljusen, - the wife has pulled it a sleeve, - watch the language. The girl has slipped back in the house and has hasty risen in the room on the second floor. There it has clung to a window and has seen, how a body of Three-fingered Sajmona, being jerked, has risen in air. Someone has shot at the grey autumn sky from a gun, and over noisy crowd the grey powder smoke has blurred. - Oh, - has whispered Mari, scaredly having put both hands to a mouth. © ISP