Classics fantasy – 8

The core turned back and saw quickly approaching tolstenky old woman in a clean white cap. The old man at the sight of it involuntarily grunted.

– Found? – the old woman asked, wildly looking around and whispering prayers.

The old man silently showed a hand on a corpse.

– Pigeon you ours, martyr unfortunate! – the old woman began to wail, approaching the beheaded corpse.

The core saw that it will be difficult to cope with the old woman.

– Listen, madam – he told friendly, addressing the old woman. – I talked to your husband here and learned that you very much need.

– We need or not, we do not ask from others – the old woman cut off not without pride.

– Yes, but… you see I am a member of charitable funeral society. I can host a funeral of your niece into the account of society and I will undertake all efforts. If you want, you can charge it to me, and go to the affairs, you are waited by your children and orphans.

– You what here talked a lot of? – the old woman on the husband snatched. And, having turned back to the Core, she told: – I thank you, mister, but I have to execute everything as it is necessary. Somehow we will cope also without your charitable society. What eyes you move? – it passed to usual tone in a conversation with the husband. – Take away the dead woman. Let’s go. I also brought a wheelbarrow.

All this was told by such resolute tone that the Core chilly bowed and departed.

«Annoyingly! No, resolutely today unsuccessful day».

He went to an exit and, having taken the gatekeeper aside, said to it in low tones:

– So you look if there is something suitable, immediately you call to me by telephone.

– About the sir, by all means – the gatekeeper who received a good jackpot from the Core began to nod the head.

The core has densely dinner at restaurant and returned to itself.

When it came into Brike’s room, she met him by a question usual recently:

– Found?

– It found and is unsuccessful, oh, damn! – he answered. – Suffer.

– But really really nothing suitable was? – Brike was not appeased.

– There were such bandy-legged cuttlefishes. If you want, then I…

– Ah not, better I will suffer. I do not want to be a cuttlefish.

The core decided to go to bed before ordinary a bit earlier to rise and again to go to a morgue. But he did not manage to fall asleep as phone at a bed cracked. The core swore and took the call.

– Hallo! I listen. Yes, professor Kern. What is? Train wreck at the station? Mass of corpses? Well, of course, immediately. I thank you.

The core began to put on quickly, Jonah caused and shouted:

– To Mashin!

In fifteen minutes it already rushed on night streets, hastily.

The gatekeeper did not deceive. This night death reaped a big crop. Corpses were dragged continuously. All tables were filled up. It was necessary to put them on a floor soon. The core was delighted. He blessed destiny for the fact that this accident did not happen in the afternoon. The message about it probably did not extend in the city yet. Strangers in a morgue were not yet. The core considered yet not undressed and not washed corpses. All of them were absolutely fresh. Exclusively successful case. One is bad, as this beneficial case not really reckoned with special requirements

Core. The majority of bodies was crushed or injured in many places. But the Core did not lose hope as corpses everything arrived.

– Show me this – he addressed the employee bearing the girl’s corpse in a gray suit. The skull was injured from a nape. Hair are blood-stained, a dress too. But the dress is not crumpled. «Probably, injuries of a body are not big… Goes. The constitution is quite plebeian – it is probable, any lady’s maid, but is better such body, than nothing» – the Core thought. – And it? – The core indicated other stretcher. – Yes it is the whole find! Treasure! Devil take it, annoyingly after all, that such woman died!

On a floor lowered a corpse of the young woman with extraordinary beautiful aristocratic face on which only one deep surprise stiffened. It broke a skull above the right ear. Obviously, death came instantly. On a white neck the pearl necklace was seen. The graceful black silk dress was only a little torn in the bottom of and from a collar to a shoulder. On the bared shoulder the birthmark was seen.

«As at that – the Core thought. – But it… what beauty! – The core hastily measured a neck. – As by request».

The core broke expensive necklace from the real large pearls, threw it the employee and told:

– I take this corpse. But as I have no time to make here careful survey of corpses, just in case I take also this – he pointed to the first corpse of the girl. – More likely, rather. Wrap up them a canvas and you take out. You hear? The crowd gathers. You should open a morgue, and in a few minutes there will be the real chaos.

Corpses were carried away, laid on the car and quickly delivered to the house of the Core.

All necessary for operation was already in advance prepared. Day, is more right – night of revival of Brike came. The core did not want to lose any minute.

Both corpses were washed and brought to Brike’s room wrapped in sheet and laid on the operating table.

Brike’s head burned with impatience to look at the new body, but the Core deliberately put a table so that the head did not see corpses, all preparations will not be finished yet.

The core quickly made the section of the heads of corpses. These heads were wrapped in a canvas and taken out by John, edges of a cut and a table are washed up, bodies are put in order.

Once again having critically examined bodies, the Core anxiously shook the head. The body with shoulder birthmark was perfect beauty of forms and especially won in comparison with a body of «lady’s maid» – shirokokostny, angular, wrongly cut out, but strong sewed. Brike, of course, will choose this aristocratic Diana’s body. However at careful survey of a body the Core noticed at Diana as he called her, some defect: on a foot of the right leg there was a small wound caused by some scrap of iron. It did not constitute big danger. The core прижег a wound, blood poisoning to be afraid there were no bases yet. But nevertheless for success of operation with a body of «lady’s maid» it was quieter.

– Turn Brike’s head – told the Core, addressing Laurent. That Brike did not interfere with the garrulity during preparatory work, it shut a mouth, that is the cylinder with compressed air is switched off. – Now it is possible to start up an air stream.

When Brike’s head uvidat corpses, she screamed as if unexpectedly burned. Her eyes extended for horror. One of these corpses has to become her own body. For the first time sharply, to pain she felt all extraordinariness of this operation and began to hesitate.

– Well that you? How it are pleasant to you I rub… these bodies?

– I… am afraid … – the head croaked. – No, no, I did not think that it is so terrible… I do not want…

– You do not want? In that case I will sew the head to a corpse

Volumes. Toma will become the woman. You want, Toma, now to receive a body?

– No, wait – Brike’s head was frightened. – I agree. I want to have here that body… with shoulder birthmark.

– And I advise you to choose this. It is not so beautiful, but without uniform scratch.

– I am not a laundress, and the actress – is proud Brike’s head noticed. – I want to have a beautiful body. And shoulder birthmark… It so is pleasant to men.

– Let will be in your opinion – the Core answered. – Mademoiselle Loran, transfer the head mademoiselle Brike to the operating table. Make it carefully, artificial blood circulation of the head has to continue till the last moment.

Laurent pottered with the last preparations of the head of Brike. On Brike’s face the extreme tension and nervousness were written. When the head was postponed for a table, Brike did not sustain and suddenly cried as she never before shouted:

– I do not want! I do not want! It is not necessary! Kill me better! I am afraid! And – and – and-and!.

Core, without interrupting the work, Laurent sharply shouted:

– Close rather air crane! Enter into nutritious solution gedonat, and she will fall asleep.

– No, no, no!

The crane was closed, the head became silent, but continued to move lips and to look with expression of horror and entreaty.

– Mister professor, whether we can make operation against its will? – asked Laurent.

– Now not time to deal with ethical problems – the Core chilly answered. – She will thank us then. Do the part or you leave and do not disturb me.

But Laurent knew that she cannot leave – without her help the result of operation would be even more doubtful. And it, having overcome itself, continued to help the Core. Brike’s head so fought that tubes nearly left blood vessels. John came to the rescue and held the head with hands. Gradually twitchings of the head stopped, eyes were closed: gedonat made the action.

Professor Kern started operation.

The silence was interrupted only by short orders of the Core demanding this or that surgical instrument. From tension at the Core even veins on a forehead were blown up. It started all the brilliant surgical technique, connecting speed to extraordinary care and care. At all the hatred to the Core Laurent could not but admire it this minute. It worked as the inspired actor. His dexterous sensitive fingers made miracles.

Operation continued hour fifty five minutes.

– It is over – at last told the Core, becoming straight – from now on Brike stopped being the head from a body. It is necessary only to blow it life: to force to be clogged heart, to excite blood circulation. But I will cope with it one. You can have a rest, mademoiselle Loran.

– I still can work – she answered.

Despite fatigue, she very much wanted to look at the last act of this extraordinary operation. But the Core, obviously, did not want to let her into a revival secret. He once again persistently suggested it to have a rest, and Laurent obeyed.

The core caused it in an hour again. It looked even more tired, but his face expressed deep self-satisfaction.

– Try pulse – it offered Laurent.

The girl not without internal shudder took by hand

Brike; by that hand which belonged to a cold corpse only three hours ago. The hand was already warm, and pulsation was probed. The core put a mirror to Brike’s face. The surface of a mirror misted over.

– Breathes. Now it is necessary to swaddle our newborn well. Several days it should lie absolutely not movably.

Over bandage the Core imposed a plaster popular print on Brike’s neck. All body was спеленато, and the mouth is strong tied.

– That she did not take in head to speak – explained the Core. – The first days we will keep it in somnolence if heart allows.

Brike was transferred to the room adjacent to the room Laurent, carefully put to bed and subjected to an electroanaesthesia.

– We will feed it artificially, yet there will be no union of seams. You should flirt behind it.

Only for the third day the Core allowed Brike «to recover».

There were four o’clock in the afternoon. The slanting beam of the sun cut through the room and lit Brike’s face. She easily moved eyebrows and opened eyes. Still vaguely thinking, looked at the lit window, then translated a view of Laurent and at last looked down down. There was no emptiness any more. She saw poorly waving breast and a body, her body covered with a sheet. The weak smile lit her face.

– Do not try to speak and you lie quietly – Laurent told. – Operation took place very well, and now everything depends on how you will behave. The more quietly you will lie, rather will rise to the feet. So far we with you will speak a mimicry. If you lower eyelids down, it will mean «yes», up – «no». You feel pain somewhere? Here. Neck and leg. It will pass. You want to drink? Is?

Brike did not feel hunger, but wanted to drink. Laurent called the Core. It immediately came from the office.

– Well, how the newborn feels? – He examined it and was satisfied. – Everything is safe. Patience, mademoiselle, and you will dance soon. – He made several orders and left.

Days of «recovery» hung for Brike very heavy. She was an approximate patient: constrained the impatience, lay quietly and carried out all orders. Day when it was raspelenat at last came, but did not allow to speak yet.

– Whether you feel the body? – with some nervousness asked the Core.

Brike lowered eyelids.

– Try to move very carefully fingers standing.

Brike, obviously, tried as on her face tension was expressed, but fingers did not move.

– Obviously, functions of the central nervous system were not quite restored – authoritatively told the Core – but I hope that they will be restored soon, and together with them also the movement will be restored. – About himself thought: «As if Brike did not limp really on both legs».

«It will be restored – as this word strange sounds» – Laurent thought, having remembered a cold corpse on the operating table.

Brike had a new care. Now she for hours was engaged in the fact that she tried to move with fingers standing. Laurent nearly with smaller interest watched it.

And once Laurent joyfully screamed:

– Moves! The thumb on the left leg moves.

Further business went quicker. Also other fingers on hands and legs began to move. Brike could already raise a little hands and legs soon.

Laurent was struck. In the face of it the miracle was made.

«How the Core was criminal – she thought – it is an unusual person. However, brainless Douel it would not manage this double revival of the dead. But nevertheless and the Core the talented person – it was approved also by Douel’s head. Oh, if the Core revived also it! But is not present, he will not make it».

In several days allowed to speak to Brike. It had quite pleasant voice, but a little breaking timbre.

– It will be corrected – assured the Core. – You will sing still.

And Brike tried to sing soon. Laurent was very struck with this singing. Brike sang the top notes by quite squeaky and not really pleasant voice, on average the register the voice sounded very dimly and even got hoarse. But the lower notes were charming. It was an excellent chest contralto.

«Throat sheaves lie above the place of a cut of a neck and belong to Brike – Laurent thought – from where this double voice, different timbres of the upper and lower case? Physiological riddle. Whether it depends on process of rejuvenation of the head of Brike which is more senior than her new body? Or, perhaps, it is somehow connected with violation of functions of the central nervous system? Absolutely it is unclear… It is interesting to know whose this young, graceful body, to what unfortunate head it belonged…»

Laurent, without telling anything to Brike, began to look through issues of newspapers in which lists of the dead at train wreck were published. Soon a note that the famous Italian actress Anjelica Guy following in the train which crashed disappeared completely got to it. Its corpse was not found, and over permission of this riddle newspaper correspondents exercised the wit. Laurent was almost sure that Brike’s head received a body of the died actress.

THE RUN-AWAY EXHIBIT

At last in Brike’s life great day came. The last bandage were removed from it, and professor Kern allowed it to get up.

She rose and, leaning on a hand Laurent, walked about the room. Its movements were not sure and a little gusty. Sometimes it did strange gestures by a hand: to the known limit her hand moved smoothly, then the delay and as if the forced movement passing again into smooth followed.

– All this will pass – with conviction told the Core. A little the small wound on Brike’s foot disturbed only him. The wound began to live slowly. But over time and it began to live so that Brike did not feel pain, even stepping on a sore leg. And in several days Brike already tried to dance.

– I will not understand in what business – she said – some movements are given me freely, and others are complicated. Possibly, I did not get used to operate the new body yet… And it is magnificent! Look at legs, mademoiselle Loran. And growth excellent. Here only these hems on a neck… It is necessary to close them. But this shoulder birthmark is charming, isn’t that so? I will sew a dress of such style that she was visible… No, I am resolutely happy with the body.

«The body! – Laurent thought. – Poor Anjelica Guy!»

Everything that so long constrained in itself Brike, at once broke outside. It threw Laurent requirements, orders, requests for suits, linen, shoes, hats, fashionable magazines, cosmetics accessories.

In a new gray silk dress it was presented by the Core to the head of professor Douel. And as it was the male head, Brike could not but coquet. Also it was very flattered when Douel’s head croaked:

– Perfectly! You perfectly coped with the task, the colleague, I congratulate you!

And the Core under a hand with Brike, shining as newly married, left the room.

– You sit down, mademoiselle – the Core when they came to its office gallantly told.

– I do not know how to me to thank you, mister professor – she told, languidly looking down and then having coquettishly looked on the Core. – You made for me very much… And I can reward nothing you.

– It is also not necessary. I am rewarded more, than you think.

– I am very glad. – And Brike took the Core even more radiant view. – And now allow me to leave… to be discharged from hospital.

– How to leave? From what hospital? – at once did not even understand the Core.

– To leave home. I represent what furor will be created by my emergence among girlfriends!

It is going to leave! The core did not allow a thought of it. He did huge work, resolved the most difficult task, made impossible at all not in order that Brike created a furor among the thoughtless girlfriends. He wanted to create a furor Brike’s demonstration before scientific society. Subsequently he, maybe, will also give it some freedom, but now there is nothing and to think of it.

– Unfortunately, I cannot release you, mademoiselle Brike. You have to remain still some time in my house, under my observation.

– But what for? I feel perfectly – she objected, playing a hand.

– Yes, but to you can become worse.

– Then I will come to you.

– Allow me to know better when you can leave from here – already sharply told the Core. – Do not forget, than you would be without me.

– I already thanked you for it. But I am not a girl and not the slave and I can dispose of myself!

«Oho and it with character!» – with surprise the Core thought.

– Well, we still will talk about it – he told. – For now all right to go to the room. John probably already brought you broth.

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