Book-1 Tir novella. V. Speys
Father first saw the nail polish on her daughter: – A is not it a little early, Jeannette?
Girl blushed crimson paint, sitting back on a soft seat. Dan thought ruefully, “It is eighteen. And who would marry her without a dowry?”
With a sigh, he looked at his mother. That clattering keys, carefully locked the house and barn. Then she untied the thoroughbred watchdog. He immediately with the same barking rushed for balls that barely having time to dive under the porch hen house, peeking out of there now, catching the last glimpse of Omar. Carts, full of master’s long line stretched street of the village. The air was filled with laughter, jokes, neighing horses and sheep Blenheim. Lightweight crews with festively dressed young people having fun sped by. Dana heart was filled with anticipation of good luck: he foresaw a profitable sale, the ability to close Wealth tickled nerves. Imagination painted a rosy picture of happy future. The mood was rising, kneading and more on the experience of the sebaceous travel liners from which at Jeannette flushed cheeks and dropped his eyes.
At a specially designated area, allocated parking for crews. The hosts live unload the goods, throwing each other unfriendly attitudes and wary of malevolence. Dan put his crew on the space next to droshky drawn by a white stallion in apples. His nag looked donkey next to the thoroughbred horse.
– Dad! – Asked Jeannette! – Can we go with Omar walk?
– All right, kids! – Gentle voice he said! – Go only if you get lost, then stand at the exit to the auction if you do not get lost, it was waiting for us here. Do you understand me?
– Yes, Dad. – Responded daughter. Holding hands, they ran away. The auction was just beginning, and there were free lockers – a fenced place for sheep intended for trade. Viewers and buyers gradually took place under a huge canopy for bargaining, on benches, stepping stones goes under the canvas roof. In the center of the canopy was erected square observation deck, strewn with yellow sand. On both sides of this site, which is closely adjacent to each other, are located cabins-stall. Dan moved his sheep into the booth, auction officials said, after the shepherd gave him a purchased ticket. Old Naa smoked a pipe in the cart. Around her, a crowd of onlookers.
Even the most seasoned dealers, who have eaten dog for sale of the best breeds of sheep, not Mark, and have not seen anything like this. They excitedly called the price. Naa handkerchief nervously fingered. Of such amounts she did not dare to dream even in the days of his youth,
when, resplendent youth, turned the heads of local herders, and they were ready to put all his wealth for the possession of her rare majestic beauty. Doubts about the success gradually dissipated in the soul of the mother, giving way to confidence in anticipation of the successful tenderer.
Bargaining began with the battle gong. The manager called the auction room lockers, and a host of displaying the next sheep, loudly shouting the price But the price of sheep, sheep farmers do not exceed these amounts. This bargaining was not. Everybody is looking forward to something. Finally, it came to Dan. Managing struck the gong. Shepherd led the first sheep. The audience jumped up. Swept through the ranks hum of voices, Dan wrung the price that all sellers dumbfounded gaped in astonishment and envy, the other in a frenzy began lash whips are not sold their sheep. Still others, who removed elk somehow sell their goods, slyly smiling, exchanging glances with each other.
– One hundred thousand and two hundred. Times! – Loudly notifies the manager, striking
electronic chime in with a rubber mallet. Blow, reinforced multi-multiple amplifiers, and came from the loudspeakers installed under the roof of the pavilion.
– One hundred thousand three hundred! – Shouted from the audience. Wave swept over the rows of excited babble of voices.
– One hundred thousand three hundred! Times! – Monotone voice to the beat of the gong
heralded manager. He sat in the middle of the court at the little table next to the selling. And every time that you wrote down, after announcing the price, in a notebook, which lay next to the gong and microphone.
– Two hundred thousand! – Getting up, fat man shouted with cigar in hand. On the index finger of his right hand flashed a diamond in the gold ring.
“The whole state will be” – to determine Naa, glancing around the burning of unprecedented gaming excitement, expensive ring on the finger of the fat man next to a smoking cigar clamped.
– Two hundred thousand! Times! – Managing paused. Hall was buzzing as disturbed hive. The unprecedented auction attracted spectators from other sites Auction. Hall virtually empty at a cattle pavilion and equestrian. The crowds of shepherds squeezed forward, trying to take places closer to the ground.
– Lord, Who is the greatest? – Managing looked expectantly to the bit-com packed hall. Fat man with an expensive ring and little cigar be seen. Just stuck his mustache in a sea of flushed faces.
– Who has more? – Sounded the voice of the manager. But the hunters are. Little by little, in the hall of oppressive silence reigned. All waiting for the outcome. Call anyone worth more? Will buy anyone else?
– I take away all seven to two hundred thousand for each! – Shouted the fat man, and then his voice was drowned in the new loud explosion exclamations.
– All seven, two hundred thousand each! Times! – The voice of the manager
from the loudspeakers was louder hum loudly. – … Two! … Three!
– Barely pausing between account, as still equal millionaire sheep farmer from the Southern Hemisphere, Sylvester, according to the riches there. The manager of the Auction ended his account with the words: – SOLD!
And Dan was a millionaire. His stern face touched children good-natured smile. Sheep moved by a nagging Naa corral buyer. Dan, pushing the latter into the opening paddocks, said:
– Mother, you are always dissatisfied, even now when words are not necessary, and so everything is clear.
– You sold too cheap, stupid. A year later, you would be able to help out in
twice the amount. I told you, do not hurry.
– You wanted us to be robbed. After all, could Omar Shake. Jeannette, and you’re quick on the tongue.
– What do you unleash on children. What I do not understand that for the sheep we have…
But a fight is brewing stopped the farmer came to the rescue. Swaying from side to side, he approached his sheep are: – I am very glad to meet you! – Holding out his hand, he said.
Den embarrassed, blushed like a young man. He has long been brought so easily talk to a millionaire. And he reached out timidly.
– Sylvester!
In rough calloused hand Den found ourselves soft pads groomed fingers. Cold hard Signet tickled her palm.
– Den! – Ingratiating smile, introduced himself. Naa cast an angry look on his son.
– This is my mother.
– Very nice. – Curves thick lips in a welcoming smile, Sylvester dropped and turning to the shepherd, said: – I ask you to rise to the office of bargaining. It is necessary to make
some documents. They are gone, and the old guard remained in Naa stall, with a viewing platform could be heard shouting manager Auction: – Every twenty-five thousand! Two!..
– Omar! I want to take a ride on the roller coaster, let’s go! My brother has not had time to respond, as Jeannette pulled him by the arm to the Raced at breakneck speed on a steep turn booths. In the little window offices, she bought two tickets, and putting their employee sat
They drove up to the booth behind her slowly climbed into the front Omar seat.
– Ah-ah-ah! – Jeannette cried, tight clutching his