True stories about Vitka-inventor. That day we swam in a rubber boat Vaikinai far. Left behind and the dam, and willow spreading, with lower branches which is so convenient to dive, and a small pier with a dozen pleasure boats… And if the road is “there” were relatively simple, return was difficult — in the evening blew strong headwind, rubber boat was parusel, and ping-pong rackets, which we used instead of oars, almost did not helped to move.
— Vic — I finally prayed, — let’s go to the beach, I’d rather walk Pat…
— No way, angrily said Vic. Walk around have to! Row, row, left.
We rowed. Hour and another half an hour… To the Bank where we landed completely exhausted.
— Well, you know, Vic, I said, already at home when we took a breath and sat down at the table to drink tea, or do you for your normal boat oars, or I with you, never and nowhere on it does not float.
— Be quiet, — muttered Victor, between two SIPS of tea, — for Sunday work something out.
It was in may, at the end of the school year. The week slipped as a day and once early on Sunday morning I was awakened by a phone call. Vitka familiar voice without any “Hello” or “did I Wake you?” briskly inquired:
— Hello Alka, you have a drill?
— You know, Vic — I was offended, you would have a night called about drills! You’ve got your own!
— That’s why I ask, ‘ said Vic. — I need another one. Now I have to explain you nothing will for a long time. You eat faster and fly me to the cottage. Just don’t forget a drill with a grab.
— A drill to capture? — ! I rubbed her forehead with a hand, banishing the remnants of sleep.
— What drill? — asked Victor puzzled. — What’s the drill?.. Ah, drill! No, no need. In General, more waiting…
Vitka I found in the cupboard, hastily converted into a workshop. On the bench was piling strange design to the plywood toe from the rubber boats were” put in charge of two boards, one of them with some clamps attached to a drill. Vic smiled graciously:
— Okay, okay, time to look, you’d better hurry up drill.
He carefully examined my drill, and secured it on the same Board, to which were attached him, but only from the opposite end.:.
— Vic — finally my patience has burst, — explain in the end what are you going to do? It’s just not fair on your part to keep quiet with a straight face!
— Nothing — Vic laughed, — you’ll see… And yet here, take this dural — he showed me leaning against the wall of the closet white sheet, and drink, as there is marked.
I pulled it out from under the workbench, the saw, carefully looked at the layout and realized that the sheet drawn blades, very similar to the impeller of a conventional fan.
— Vic — I called buddy, what’s it to you? And because he continued to be secretive, not offended in the joke. — Well, what you want to say.
I perched on the corner of the workbench. Vic, meanwhile, is something podstrahuet a plane, then while holding in the grip of a steel rod, intently cut it with the die thread.
Less than an hour, both impellers were ready. Vic meticulously inspected and cautiously praised my work, told me to clean the blades and drill the centers of the impellers desyatikilometrovy holes.
When the work was finished, Victor had loaded me with sticks and pieces of iron, and he himself was shining from the wall of a rubber boat and we headed to the pond.
On the shore Vic became a cast on his construction: he shoved him into the boat, inserted in the cartridges on the rod, and to the ends of the rods screwed me cut the impeller.
In General, ten minutes later, we solemnly sat in the boat. Vic proudly looked at me, winked and told me to turn the handle of the drill, he took up another. At first I did not understand what had happened, because the Bank suddenly went around us. “Rotate”, — flashed in the mind, and I shouted Vitka:
— In the other direction say, weirdo!
The shore didn’t stop Vic either did not hear or did not understand me. Then I frantically spun the knob in the opposite direction, the boat for a second, froze, and then — famously turned in the opposite direction. I dropped the pen and turned to Victor.
— You know, — a breath, he said, — come again, but slowly…
After the second attempt, we figured out what was wrong.
— Come on! — excitedly shouted Vic. Together we leaned on the arm, for stern rose from the foam breaker screws, and our boat, gradually increasing the speed, moved along the pond.
— What triumphantly shouted to me Vic is better rackets?!
I. GOREV
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