Named Sherlock

by Bagatur Zhamkochyan

  Already running out of the village, corner of my eye time to notice another body lying on the ground, his head submerged to his shoulders in the trough for cattle. And the old woman who calmly smoking a pipe, sitting on an old snag, already half-upraised, stronger and stronger snowing.

  - That's where it all started, man, but where to end? - a hoarse, croaking, and a familiar voice in the back flying. Stop, turn sharply! Anyone.

  Suddenly, I catch myself thinking that I had not seen Joey. As if responding from the forest suddenly dealt him barking.

  - Joy! Boy, where are you? Do not run away, I go!

  Ignoring the whipping branches in the face, I broke into the thicket. Somewhere ahead, a heart-rending as if calling for help, barks Joey. Suddenly, his barking is replaced by a hollow growl heard distinct sounds of struggle, pop tree branches, scrap weighing locked in a battle of bodies and all of a sudden! Dissonant sounds howling a broken spring, a ring and clatter of gear crumbling ...

  - No! Joy! - I hasten to the aid desperately, not thinking about anything, as though still not realizing that it's all over. But the picture has opened to me a few seconds, it does not leave a chance - a pile of warped springs and gears, torn apart the body - that's all that's left of my true friend. Unable to restrain himself, forgetting in that moment and dead the village and of the terrible old woman, I fell in the snow, torn by terrible pain and a burning sensation in the chest ...

  ***

  - No! - I sat up in bed screaming. Phew ... I dreamed. Here the horror. So real and terrible in his phantasmagoric, dream yesterday was clearly inspired by the book and all the latest developments. A terrible village - not only as the very village of the "Tales of the old masters." That's just the words of the old woman ... I take them just a dream? Perhaps this message, you never know what opportunities has this strange grandmother. After meeting with her it was possible to believe anything.

  Well, let's just assume that this is not just a response to my brain, not all experience, and the old woman's words do have meaning. And what follows from this? Do I need to understand the way that events in one country, which took place a few hundred years ago, are directly related to what happened recently? And the old woman apparently hinted that it is not just related events, namely the continuation of one, once started the script. Not whether she had in mind that the woman who had once destroyed the ill-fated village, and no one knows who is pulling the strings of Mr. Appleton - this is one and the same person? But it took several hundred years! That is, if you take it for a working version, will have to make the assumption that it is that, the immortal?

  But ... why not. Molly grew old and died, she just took away the youth and life! How's the old woman said, "..chto disappears one, can always find another ..."? That is, someone that life appeared. It remains only to understand who is this mysterious "someone"?

  On further reflection I was distracted bell Wake. Giving myself to think about it later, and then again to disturb the elusive old woman - the prophetess, I took up every morning exercise. Later, after washing and leisurely breakfast, I was intercepted in the hallway Miss Emily, who asked me, immediately after breakfast, go for it.

  In the dining room I was pleased to see it is alive and well Donnie, who jumped from the table towards me. He looked quite cheerful, from yesterday's fight was gone. Breakfast and promising another talk later, I ran to the third floor, Miss Emily. Knocking and received an invitation to enter, the first thing I saw in your favorite chair hostess Cabinet, none other than Mr. Jobson.

  - Good morning, Sherlock!

  - Good morning, sir.

  - Sherlock, I was told all this nice lady, and now I say to you, too. Since I am the executor of your uncle, Mr. Jeremy Browne, then, in his absence, I can take you under their temporary custody. Miss Volfish that your clever friend, Detective March yesterday, held at night gave a confession, unable to refute the evidence. I spent the night at the station, as your authorized representative was present at the interrogation, testified, and did other things that a man of my age to do at night is not so useful - the lawyer sighed wearily. - So in fact, I showed up here this early.

  - Hold on, sir. You want to take me?

  - That, my young friend. The money that has been allocated to your content, fortunately, sly snake Volfish did not have time to spend. And now, in the hope to ease their plight, she returned them. Although, I confess, it is no longer help. But, even if the money was not, I would be able to keep you on their income. Believe me, I can afford it. That's just how I know your character and education, would you are not satisfied, do not you?

  - You are right, sir, - I thought. Was the appropriate time to ask for the custody and over Donny? And it was, was not! - Sir, tell me, and the money that left Uncle, enough for the maintenance of the two boys? We eat a little, and I will soon be able itself to earn money, I'm the future master mechanic.

  Mr. Jobson laughed merrily, while, for some reason, winking at Miss Emily:

  - Indeed, my dear lady, you know Sherlock as well as I know him, I - seeing my puzzled face, the lawyer said - Miss Emily, when I said that, as your guardian, today'll take you home, he said that you probably refuse to leave here without his companion. So I was ready for your statement, and I'm glad that we both do not make a mistake.

  - So, you pick Donnie?

  - Of course, my young friend. I told him the sad story, and I'll be glad to take part in the fate of this boy. Run away, make him happy.

  It was almost out the door, I suddenly remembered a not very pleasant thing that could hinder the implementation of our plans.

  - Miss Emily, and how, guardianship ... Do not need permission from his mother? Donny is a mother ...

  - Who? What mother? The first time I heard - without batting an eye the woman said. - In Donnie no mother, he was an orphan. Do you understand?

  Looking at the smiling serenely and a smoking pipe Mr. Jobson, I realized, really, Donny mother is not. He has Miss Emily, and now even I am.

  - I understand, ma'am! I understand perfectly!

  Chapter 4.

  Sport, meanwhile, have already begun. Tapping into the classroom, I'm waiting for an answer Mr. Birkin looked.

  - Excuse me, sir.

  - Sherlock? You're late, my boy. Come on in - the teacher chastised usually belated challenge to the board, but it was not a punishment, classes I really liked for me.

  - Excuse me, sir. I'm afraid that today I will not be able to attend the lessons. I for Donald Watson, it immediately asks Miss Emily.

  - ABOUT! Well, well. Donald, you can go.

  Nothing in response to questioning look Donnie, I silently followed him to the office of Miss Emily and went after him. Seeing us, the old lawyer winked:

  - So, this is Donald Watson, the same mysterious friend Sherlock, without which he refuses to leave this blessed house?

  From this issue right at the doorstep, Donnie obviously taken aback. Without asking, he silently looked from Miss Emily to a lawyer, then back at her.

  - Donnie, meet, this is Mr. Jobson. He is the guardian of Sherlock, and yours, of course, if you do not mind - Miss Emily hurried to defuse the situation.

  - My? Guardian? And ... - It was as if in amazement and surprise, Donnie forgot all the words. However, it was possible to understand, the news really was a big surprise for him.

  - We'll leave from the shelter, we live in a big house - there is, and I could not resist. - Are not you glad?

  - I? Leave the shelter? A class, and Mrs. Rose? A library ...

  - So, guys, let's have something to quickly decide, I must confess I was very tired - Mr Jobson and really looked unimportant. - I'd like to land on the couch in your own living room, and enjoy the wonderful pastries Mrs. Jobson. As far as I know today, in honor of Sherlock return home, she bakes chocolate brownie.

  By the way, the question of employment indeed be relevant, not just for Donny. I suddenly remembered his lessons from Mr. Shaw, the new studio, which I have just put in order. What
to do with all this?

  - Miss Emily, tell me, we can come to you? I do not want to throw a class, and Donnie, I'm sure, too. - In fact, I was confident in the other - each was terrified of what he could not see the object of his love interest, Miss Emily.

  - Of course. Moreover, I very much hope that you will come to both. I'll always be glad to see you too, and Donald, and as for your classes, they in any case can not be interrupted. Especially you, Sherlock, you know how they positively influence the mood on the grandfather.

  - Thank you, Miss Emily! We are definitely going to come to school, yes, Donnie? - I nudged each other, which, judging by his absent mind still has not coped with the shock, and therefore somewhat slowed assimilate information.

  - Yes ... I mean, I was taken to the family? I will have a house? - it seems that up to now only Donny realized all the things we talked about.

  - Yes, Donnie - smiled Miss Emily. - You're going home. There were relatives of Sherlock, and his take home. If you want, they will be and your family. You'll Sherlock, well ... like brothers.

  - So, everything! - old lawyer rose heavily from his chair, leaning on his cane. - I think everything is all clear, all agree and are very happy. If you, dear lady, do not want me, asleep in a chair, his snoring scared all of your students, if possible accelerate these young people, I beg you. And then I have the impression that they are ready to clap eyes before lunch.

  - So, Donald, Sherlock quickly get down to their rooms, collect items. At present, you are freed from all the lessons, teachers, I warn. From tomorrow, be kind, be present at the usual time in the classroom for the craft. Sir, - the woman has addressed to Mr. Jobson, - you will be able to provide children with the teaching of other subjects?

  - I think so, but it will take some time.

  - Well, then you can visit until the usual morning classes. Hurry.

  Out the door, we rushed to their rooms. I do not know how many things Donald, but I gather it was almost nothing. In addition to clothing, personal property, I had only three drawing crossbow, two letters (one - uncle's, the second - Molly), and a clock. Set mechanic I decided not to take with them not to carry constantly back and forth to school. Donny things, apparently, was no longer, as he too left the room a moment later, with a small bag in his hand.

  A further series of events swept by me as though, almost without leaving sensations and memories. The ride in the cab, sitting in the living room with Mrs. Jobson, even tea with her delicious brownies, all flew like a flash. And now, with a slight nervous trembling, I'm standing in front of a massive door of dark wood, cautiously waiting for the meeting with the past. Let not mine, and my character, but that, for some reason, I was not less exciting.

  - nervous? - Mr Jobson absolutely correctly understood my condition.

  - A little bit, sir.

  - Do not worry, it's not scary. Open - my hand went to a small key. - There is now no one housekeeper dismissed all the servants soon after your loss.

  Turning the key, I unlocked the heavy door, and we went inside. I do not know what I expected. Naturally, no flash memories are not followed, simply because it would be the memories of my character, not my own. Mr. Jobson is clearly expected me to do that, because it sideways, he thought quietly, constantly looking at me. Realizing that there is no glimmer of recognition, he sighed, and began to show us with Donnie house in my eyes.

  I must say that he was simply gorgeous. Although, perhaps, in terms of the local wealthy aristocracy house is nothing special in itself is not, but it seemed a palace. And if I do, though, and never seen in the real world of the choir, with the exception of the hotel corporation "VirtArt" had an idea about them from books and movies, then Donald for everything was a miracle of miracles. He is unaware of his half-open mouth in surprise, looking at the situation with amazement and admiration that inevitably evokes a smile.

  I must admit that most struck my uncle's office. I had never seen such a throng of books on such a small area. Bookcases took everything piers, resting on the ceiling. I think I can guess who will spend here all my free time.

  On the second floor were his uncle's bedroom, my bathroom and two guest, one of which was now to sleep Donnie. Going round the whole house, we again descended to the first floor and returned to the living room. I must say that now I fully understand the desire Miss Volfish get the inheritance. The house is quite consistent with my idea of how man should live with incomes well above the average, during the Victorian era. There was even a gas lighting and heating, which was no small luxury. For example, a shelter that Miss Emily could not boast.

  Still, despite the luxury and well-groomed, and the house still felt former meticulous care of cleanliness and comfort, it produced a sense of not living space, and some decorations - beautiful, authentic, but still, a little fake.

  - Well, what do you think, Sherlock?

  - Do not know yet - and what could I say? The life of me, I did not have the feeling that in this house lived people, I could not help but feel some wrong, something unreal. Perhaps if I'd rummaged for personal things in the papers - and this feeling was gone to, but under the old lawyer, I, of course, would not do it.

  - Tell me, sir, and who was my uncle? - I do not know why I did not ask about this before?

  - Your uncle? Did not I tell you? Hmm ... Your uncle was there, and I'm sure will be many years, the most successful writers of modern - Mr. Jobson pointed to a narrow closet to the right of the fireplace, as well as the cabinets in the room, tightly packed with books.

  Wow! A real writer! I do not know how other people, and I from childhood belonged to writers like some magician, the people who have to be different from others. Well in any way in my head, especially in the still very childhood, it did not fit, that a person who is able to invent and inhabit a magical world, will be commonplace. Well, I do not! Highbrow thinkers, heroes, who themselves may kill the dragon with his bare hands, are natural detectives, who are able to use deductive and inductive method of analysis at home - that's what my naive eyes of children, must be real writers.

  Now, of course, I got rid of such illusions is almost entirely, but, nevertheless, the cupboard came with a certain trepidation.

  As soon as I read the names of thick volumes bound in leather with the same author's name on the spine - D.K.Braun, my eyebrows in surprise rose higher and higher. "Train to Venus," "Lost in the Jungle," "Treasures Tahir Maroon", "Journey around the globe committed to the balloon with air" - is that my uncle - Jules Verne this world? Suddenly, one book caught my attention - "Mystic expedition" So on the spine. Wait a minute ... It was the name of the quest in which I proposed, passed by parents and uncle, to find them. And no lies there a clue here? Already pulling his hand to the book, I stopped, distracted by the words of Mr. Jobson:

  - By the way, guys, I have for you a wonderful offer. I feel myself, like, the better, so why do not we arrange a holiday today, given that there really is something to celebrate. How do you look at it?

  I do not know how Donnie, and I looked just great! Total time spent by me in this world, I have never there just is not a good time and did not rest. Constant anxiety and bustle, I admit, pretty bored. Of course, the next task will not disappeared, and Molly's killer, I planned to find and search for parents and uncle to do in the very near future, but, why not make a day off? After all gone through in recent years, it was just necessary. A book can be read in the evening.

  - It's just a great idea!

  - And you, Donald, what do you say? - Mr Jobson spoke to Donny. He is not expecting from him in all seriousness will wait for some solutions, dumbfounded nod.

  - well! And now, I, with your permission, I'll go for Martha, I'm sure she was a great pleasure to walk with us. And also I send our maid, so she put things in order, as we absent, - the lawyer left, promising to return in a few minutes.

  For a time, left to themselves, we just sat quietly on the couch. I looked around and tried to imagine that in this house Sherlock lived for five years ... B
ut, no, not lived. This world does not have five years ago, it is designed specifically for me, and for the competition. But the people that remember these events, so for them they were true ... Damn, something I'm confused. My thoughts were interrupted by the voice of a friend:

  - Sherlock, what happens now?

  - In what sense? - poor Donnie, I-it was prepared for the fact that sooner or later leave the shelter, and for him it's about as abruptly as if the world turned upside down, and people began to walk upside down.

  - Well, that's all. Really, it's true, and I really live in this house?

  - Yes. And what you do not like, do you like in a shelter?

  - No, I just, uh ... I do not know. And why did you took me out of there?

  - Because you're my friend, and you're there - no place. And then, here you will be able to learn, I'll ask Mr. Jobson, perhaps he will find you a teacher of alchemy. It is not that you wanted? - I must say, it was already heavy artillery. If and when it will be Donnie fear and doubt, I do not know what to do. Although, it can be understood, after his experience - hard to begin to believe that you can come something good.

  - Yes ... Do you think this can be arranged?

  - I'm sure! By the way - I was reminded of another hook, which could catch Donald - and you read something from what was written by my uncle?

  - Oh sure! - Donnie perked up, instantly switching to the favorite topic. - Yes, I read everything that was in our library! Some books even 2 times! Listen - it seems that my friend also did not immediately believed what he heard - it is what it turns out, Jeremy Brown - your uncle? Heck! Yes, I would not have believed in life and general ...

  - Yes, I too somehow did not immediately believe, I do not remember anything. And what a good writer?

  - Yes, it is impossible to break away! He describes where things just go crazy! Here, for example, the story of how people traveled under water - built for this mechanical whale and swim in it, can you imagine?