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Tatiana Ustinova

"You're evil? - Moomin asked quietly. “You’re awfully bad, scary, bloodthirsty, merciless, right?” Oh, you are glorious, dear, my little, my, my! "

Tove Janson. "The Tale of the World's Last Dragon"

An outfit arrived, and boring people in boring gray clothes with boring leatherette folders under their arms began to examine the body. They sat down, walked around him, every now and then touched the very white and lifeless hand thrown back. The hand moved at the same time.

- Neighbors found it? .. - asked one of them in a boring voice like a gray leatherette, and the second nodded at a tall girl who was sitting on the platform between the first and second floors, screwing up her eyes, smoking and shaking the ashes into a huge clean crystal ashtray. The ashtray was on the step nearby. Both the damsel and the ashtray were strange and out of place here. - All the other tenants huddle up to the walls, whisper, and this one sits for herself! Smokes. Look you! ..

- Only you ... be more careful with her, - closing the folder from the girl, muttered the second.

- And what? In hysterics?

- Yes, she is not hysterical. She's ... on TV.

- Yes, she is some kind of damn writer from these ... fashionable. My Lelka is just screaming from her! .. Only yesterday they showed on TV, she taught everyone life there ...

- Here, e-my ...

- That's it ...

The first sighed and began to rise. The girl looked at him attentively, smoked.

“Hello,” he said, before reaching, and adjusted his folder under his arm. - Captain Mishakov. Your corpse?

And he turned purple from such an oversight.

“Not really,” the girl responded without batting an eye and put out her cigarette. - But I know whose. That is, I knew him before he came to the state of a corpse.

Captain Mishakov, correcting the mistake, spoke deliberately loudly and clearly, and again stupidity came out:

"I mean, did you find him in a corpse state?"

- Lord, help, - the majestic grandmother in a satin painted dressing gown uttered in a distinct theatrical whisper, - to what it came to! .. So I knew!

Captain Mishakov looked - the neighbors were crowding, stretching their necks. We need to disperse everyone to their apartments, send the lieutenant to interrogate, and start with the grandmother.

“This is Tolya Kulagin,” the girl continued, not paying attention to the audience, and nodded towards the corpse. - He visited me yesterday. Old friend.

Captain Mishakov shrugged his shoulders, ran a few steps, called for Lieutenant Pavlusha, gave instructions in an undertone, returned to the site and invited the girl to "pass."

- Where to? - she did not understand, but obediently got up, immediately standing a head taller than the captain.

He didn’t like tall women.

- Let's go to the apartment! Which is yours?

In the apartment - oh-ho, these are shown more and more in the movies! - it was gloomy, very quiet and smelled good.

- Want to? - asked the girl who had ceased to like him. - Make coffee?

- Excuse me, what is your name and patronymic?

- Polivanova Maria Alekseevna.

- I would have a doc.

- You go through, - and Maria Alekseevna made an inviting gesture, - now everything will be: both coffee and documents ...

From under an old, loose, bronze-branched coat rack, she pulled out a rather shabby briefcase and walked down the corridor. The captain started to follow her, but he stopped and whistled, could not help himself.

All the walls of the corridor as wide as a tram depot were occupied by books. There were so many of them that you couldn't see the shelves behind them, and it seemed that the books were just growing out of the walls, starting on the floor and ending somewhere at an unimaginable height, under matte lamps on long chains.

The books were piled up, pointed, shoved on top of each other, propped up, propped up, squeezed in, they lived a life of their own, unknown to Captain Mishakov. For the first time he saw living books.

“I’ll show you later in the office,” the girl said easily, like a friend, and opened the door to the kitchen. - There's even more! It is believed that my great-grandfather began to collect them, but it seems to me that he already had a library when ...

- Hello.

In the sunny, bright to tears after the book darkness of the corridor window opening loomed a silhouette. The man was sitting on a stone windowsill, barefoot, in jeans and a crumpled T-shirt. There are holes on the jeans. Curls and curls on the head. Mug in hand.

Ooh, thought Captain Mishakov. It's bad.

- Here is my doc. - And a passport with a worn-out cover stuck into his hand. - You with milk and sugar? .. - asked the hostess.

“Show your passport too,” the captain muttered in the direction of the one sitting on the windowsill and hastily flipped through the pages that said that Maria Alekseevna Polivanova was born at that time, lives according to her registration here, is childless and is not married.

- Then you too will show! - said the long-haired.

The captain stopped flipping.

- Show what?

- Passport.

- Why do you need mine?

Mishakov got angry.

This is what he could not stand, and such fanaticism! .. Now he will start talking about a lawyer! We've seen enough serials, damned bourgeois, they should only have coffee and sit on the windowsills in torn jeans, and he, Mishakov, has a corpse in his arms, by the way! And the aforementioned corpse, by the way, by the owner's own admission, was in this apartment yesterday! ..

- Manya, give him my passport, - ordered the subject on the windowsill, glancing at the certificate.

- And where is he? .. - asked Manya.

Curly shrugged his shoulders:

- I have no idea.

- You with sugar and milk, Comrade Captain?

- Kulagin Anatoly Petrovich who do you belong to?

Curly shrugged his shoulders again and took a sip from the mug. And there are abrasions on the knuckles, the captain noted, wow! .. And absolutely fresh! Looks like he hit someone in the mouth as recently as yesterday, but it looks like a squishy squishy! ..

- Kulagin Anatoly Petrovich is my old friend! - shouted a girl from somewhere in the distance. - We had a fight yesterday!

Mishakov, who did not expect such a quick recognition, was taken aback.

- How ... did you fight?

“Manya is exaggerating,” said the seated one with hostility. - She always exaggerates everything. By virtue of the profession.

- Here you are, - said the girl so close that the captain even shuddered and looked around.

Why does she appear and disappear every now and then ?! She should have shed inconsolable tears over an old friend, but she flutters, although she looks like ... a horse, and a horse is not supposed to flutter!

- Here is your passport, and this is your coffee. I put in more sugar.

For some reason, the captain dutifully took both the cup and the passport.

Shan-Girey Alexander Pavlovich. What a surname, Chuchmek, it must be some kind of! .. Born, married, divorced. Registered on the horns of the devil, liable for military service, no children.

In the photo, the curly and full of holes looked the most ordinary, unremarkable person, and the captain sighed and put the coffee on the table.

We'll take the documents for now, perhaps. For an accent. It is known that when an official takes a passport and does not seem to be going to return it, it always makes ... an appropriate impression. It exerts, so to speak, psychological pressure. And it is very important for Captain Mishakov at the moment to psychologically push the strange couple! ..

And he carefully and unhurriedly placed the passports in a leatherette folder and even zipped them up, loudly louder.

Neither Maria Alekseevna, nor Aleksandr Pavlovich paid any attention to his "shouting". It was not possible to exert psychological pressure.

Well, they are completely! ..

- So, Kulagin Anatoly Petrovich was here last night, did I understand correctly? ..

“Absolutely,” said the girl. - Twice.

- What do you mean ... twice?

- The first time Alex kicked him out, so he came back! I had to exhibit again. Reapply.

Tatiana Ustinova

One day one night

"You're evil? - Moomin asked quietly. “You’re awfully bad, scary, bloodthirsty, merciless, right?” Oh, you are glorious, dear, my little, my, my! "

Tove Janson. "The Tale of the World's Last Dragon"

An outfit arrived, and boring people in boring gray clothes with boring leatherette folders under their arms began to examine the body. They sat down, walked around him, every now and then touched the very white and lifeless hand thrown back. The hand moved at the same time.

- Neighbors found it? .. - asked one of them in a boring voice like a gray leatherette, and the second nodded at a tall girl who was sitting on the platform between the first and second floors, screwing up her eyes, smoking and shaking the ashes into a huge clean crystal ashtray. The ashtray was on the step nearby. Both the damsel and the ashtray were strange and out of place here. - All the other tenants huddle up to the walls, whisper, and this one sits for herself! Smokes. Look you! ..

- Only you ... be more careful with her, - closing the folder from the girl, muttered the second.

- And what? In hysterics?

- Yes, she is not hysterical. She's ... on TV.

- Yes, she is some kind of damn writer from these ... fashionable. My Lelka is just screaming from her! .. Only yesterday they showed on TV, she taught everyone life there ...

- Here, e-my ...

- That's it ...

The first sighed and began to rise. The girl looked at him attentively, smoked.

“Hello,” he said, before reaching, and adjusted his folder under his arm. - Captain Mishakov. Your corpse?

And he turned purple from such an oversight.

“Not really,” the girl responded without batting an eye and put out her cigarette. - But I know whose. That is, I knew him before he came to the state of a corpse.

Captain Mishakov, correcting the mistake, spoke deliberately loudly and clearly, and again stupidity came out:

"I mean, did you find him in a corpse state?"

- Lord, help, - the majestic grandmother in a satin painted dressing gown uttered in a distinct theatrical whisper, - to what it came to! .. So I knew!

Captain Mishakov looked - the neighbors were crowding, stretching their necks. We need to disperse everyone to their apartments, send the lieutenant to interrogate, and start with the grandmother.

“This is Tolya Kulagin,” the girl continued, not paying attention to the audience, and nodded towards the corpse. - He visited me yesterday. Old friend.

Captain Mishakov shrugged his shoulders, ran a few steps, called for Lieutenant Pavlusha, gave instructions in an undertone, returned to the site and invited the girl to "pass."

- Where to? - she did not understand, but obediently got up, immediately standing a head taller than the captain.

He didn’t like tall women.

- Let's go to the apartment! Which is yours?

In the apartment - oh-ho, these are shown more and more in the movies! - it was gloomy, very quiet and smelled good.

- Want to? - asked the girl who had ceased to like him. - Make coffee?

- Excuse me, what is your name and patronymic?

- Polivanova Maria Alekseevna.

- I would have a doc.

- You go through, - and Maria Alekseevna made an inviting gesture, - now everything will be: both coffee and documents ...

From under an old, loose, bronze-branched coat rack, she pulled out a rather shabby briefcase and walked down the corridor. The captain started to follow her, but he stopped and whistled, could not help himself.

All the walls of the corridor as wide as a tram depot were occupied by books. There were so many of them that you couldn't see the shelves behind them, and it seemed that the books were just growing out of the walls, starting on the floor and ending somewhere at an unimaginable height, under matte lamps on long chains.

The books were piled up, pointed, shoved on top of each other, propped up, propped up, squeezed in, they lived a life of their own, unknown to Captain Mishakov. For the first time he saw living books.

“I’ll show you later in the office,” the girl said easily, like a friend, and opened the door to the kitchen. - There's even more! It is believed that my great-grandfather began to collect them, but it seems to me that he already had a library when ...

- Hello.

In the sunny, bright to tears after the book darkness of the corridor, a silhouette loomed. The man was sitting on a stone windowsill, barefoot, in jeans and a crumpled T-shirt. There are holes on the jeans. Curls and curls on the head. Mug in hand.

Ooh, thought Captain Mishakov. It's bad.

- Here is my doc. - And a passport with a worn-out cover stuck into his hand. - You with milk and sugar? .. - asked the hostess.

“Show your passport too,” the captain muttered in the direction of the one sitting on the windowsill and hastily flipped through the pages that said that Maria Alekseevna Polivanova was born at that time, lives according to her registration here, is childless and is not married.

Is one day and one night a lot or a little? What can be destroyed and what can be created? ..

In the entrance of the house where the author of detective novels Manya Polivanova lives, her old friend was killed, who the day before went to a "glass of tea" and talk about the eternal. Money and valuables remained with him, and he himself was neither a crime boss, nor a great politician, nor a rich man! So why was he killed?

Alex Shan-Girey, Polivanova's beloved and part-time genius of world literature, may not look like a "real hero". He is absent-minded and loves to delve into himself. Nevertheless, he knows for sure: it is up to him to deal with the next incident in which his girlfriend fell.

One day and one night is a lot! They will change the whole future life of the heroes, and they have only one chance to preserve themselves and their world - to establish the truth ...

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About the book "One day, one night" Tatyana Ustinova

The detective story "One Day, One Night" by the talented writer Tatyana Ustinova is the third story about the charming Manya Polivanova, who so often gets into trouble. Fans of Tatyana Ustinova's work have already encountered the author of detective stories, who independently conducts investigation, in the works "From Heaven to Earth" and "Uncut Pages".

The victim of a crime this time is not a rich man or an adventurer leading a dangerous life. An ordinary young man, who is in no way connected either with the world of crime, or with political adventures, or with the cynicism of show business, perishes at the hands of an unknown killer. Whom and how could he interfere? Fortunately, if the author of detective stories, Manya Polivanova, is interested in this question, then the culprit will be found. This case seriously hurt the main character, because the murdered one was her acquaintance, who more than once came to visit to chat about life over a cup of fragrant tea. But time is running out - to solve this mysterious murder, Mani has only day and night. Will this time be enough for her? It turns out that in such a short period of time, your whole life can turn upside down. To save her peace, the heroine of the work "One Day, One Night" has to solve this intricate criminal puzzle and establish the truth, no matter how unpleasant it turns out to be.

Of course, Polivanova will not be alone in her investigation. Her beloved Alex Shan-Girei, at first glance, is not a heroic person. He is absent-minded, suspicious and prone to prolonged and not always necessary introspection. But Alex knows for sure: he will have to rescue his girlfriend from the next alteration, which she managed to get into.

Tatyana Ustinova is a popular Russian prose writer specializing in detective stories. Most of the readers who accidentally get acquainted with her work become his devoted fans. The book One Day, One Night is a great option to plunge into the world of intrigue and crime, invented by the writer. The tension is maintained until the last page of the piece. Connoisseurs of love stories will also have fun, because this fascinating detective novel is not without a romantic line. Lovers of philosophy will also appreciate the book. Perhaps evil lurks in people with whom we have known for a long time? Or even in ourselves?

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Quotes from the book "One day, one night" Tatyana Ustinova

I am explaining to you how I understand life. A man exists to create, protect, protect, explain, and not spoil and crap! He should not leave behind him only manure, he is not a dung beetle!

A man exists to create, protect, protect, explain, and not spoil and crap!

- And where did you get these roses, Michurin? Dan bent down and pulled the bucket towards the center of the room. - Robbed the Botanical Garden?

... What can you do? .. Old friend. Better two new ones. Where can I get two new ones and exchange them for this old one? ..

Any relationship must "develop". If they do not "develop", then sooner or later they die.

- You go to fig.
- No, really, where? Suddenly tomorrow I need to impress the ladies' imagination, but I don't know where they get such roses at night!
- In a stall, - Beregovoy muttered. He was shy about roses. - They were just brought in and unloaded. And I bought it.
- A whole truck? They say they are carried by trucks!
- These have arrived at the Moskvich.