Capítulo 5: Chapter 4. Grand piano. Part one
Having reached the desired metro station, he quickly reached the store I needed, buying the same kimono and white belt that I liked. Putting it on myself, as the seller showed me, and tying his belt, I thought that, most likely, I would not wear it for long. After all, I felt that if I tried as I followed, I would be able to surrender to the next belt in the very near future. Having paid for the purchase, which cost me 5,200 rubles, he left the store and headed for the metro, deciding to cut the way, passing through the yards. And on the way to me, there was a "huge white piano" on my head... No, truth! He walked to himself, did not touch anyone, and then he heard a loud promiscuous scream from somewhere on top. Quickly raising his eyes, he saw the ROYAL rapidly approaching and covering me with his shadow!!
Not having time to enter a state of delayed time, he still managed to react and jump aside, almost avoiding damage, the piano only slightly hit my leg in the fall. Bruising, I think it will be weak, judging by the outbreak of pain in the leg. No matter how hard the bones are. Just a few seconds later, from the entrance, and I was just walking past the nine-story building, some people dressed in overalls jumped out, who began to vote something there on the go, ran up to me and began to inspect what was left of the piano and stared at me.
— Well … I bought a birthday present, they say, - I heard from behind. Looking around, I was very surprised to see the very man who helped me get off the rail in the subway.
"Oh, it's you, young man! Again we met under not too favorable circumstances - coming closer, he extended his hand to me for a handshake. Slightly hesitated, I extended mine in response, and we shook each other, squeezing them quite sensitively at the same time. You can even say that he tried to spread this very brush to me. This happened a year ago, he could well have succeeded, but now, to my pleasant surprise, I felt only light pressure on the palm, although the man even had a drop of sweat on his forehead from the efforts and tension.
— It is strong … Now it's clear how you could throw her away... - he said, releasing my limb. I stared at him in surprise, it is not clear why suddenly he did this at all. Having raised his eyebrow, he looked at him expressively.
"You don't look at me like that, man. Just in the old habit I checked. It became interesting whether you were worth the attention of my daughter, who asks you to find, since your address was not given to her at the institute, but you came to me directly, "he told me with a slight laugh in his voice.
— Daughter? What daughter? Who are you? - I did not completely understand, but I already vaguely guessed what was going on.
"Nice to meet you, young man. My name is Viktor Vladimirovich, but you can call me Victor, and my daughter - I am about the girl whom you have already saved twice, and her name is Victoria - after which he looked me carefully and cheekily. It is worth noting that by that time we had already managed to sit on a nearby bench, where we continued our conversation. In response, I also looked into his eyes, for some minute we looked at it. After which, apparently, reading something in my eyes, he turned his eyes to the convolution in my hands, from where my kimono looked from the hole. By the way, I tried to hide the pain in my leg, there will be fewer questions for me when it heals abnormally quickly, I already directly felt how the bruise at my foot resorbs.
"Are you doing it?" he asked, nodding his head at the curl.
- Yes, recently started, - I answered
- Karate, probably? Or maybe sambo? - he asked with a smirk.
"No, aikido.
"Exotic," he said. Then he drew attention to my leg, which I put forward so as not to strain, although I no longer felt pain in it. Still, it was not disturbing to allow time for the bones to grow if they were still damaged.
— Touched?
- Yes, slightly, the very edge. Anything terrible …
- Sit here, I am now - and, having risen, went to the entrance. While he was moving away, I thought something strange was going on. Well, once saved the life of a man, well, the second, even if the same, but then he himself barely escaped... This gives rise to suspicions that all this is for a reason. As if all this was adjusted, although who may need it and, most importantly, why? It is not clear, which means, most likely, I became so "lucky" after leaving the hospital. Since I lived eighteen years before and nothing like this happened to me, even closely similar. And now, wherever I go, I get into such situations where I barely survive myself or save people at the limit of my strength. And if this happens further, then you need to take this very seriously and prepare as much as possible for such surprises. At this time, Victor had already returned and handed me a puffy envelope with the words:
"It's for saving my daughter.
Not thinking for a moment, answered,
"I can't take it," I said firmly.
"But why?" he looked at me in surprise.
- What I did, I did not for personal gain. And I think anyone in my place would do the same.
Would he jump under the train to save an almost unfamiliar girl?
- Well, yes... likely …
"Everything is clear with you. It's good that I was not mistaken in you, "he said. And putting this envelope in the inner pocket of the jacket, pulled the other out of there and handed it to me with the words:
- Here, hold, it to you for moral and physical damage - and looked expressively at my leg.
- What are you, don't, not so much damage. And in general, it's to blame, you need to look up more often, then you wouldn't get into such a situation, "I decided to reduce everything to a joke.
- No, take it, otherwise I will feel indebted, which I really do not like - and literally put it in my hand.
"Well, thank you..." I said, realizing from his look that I could not convince him. Having looked at the clock on his hand, I saw that almost two hours have already passed, and that if I want to have time to start training, then it is time to move out.
- Well, I, perhaps, will go, otherwise I am already late for training - and shook his hand, now it is already normal. He turned around and finally went to the subway, clattering on his right leg specifically slightly, so as not to scorch the fact that she was no longer hurting and, apparently, completely healed.
- Good luck to you, boy, and look, do not get into any binding, or otherwise with your luck it is quite possible. If anything, call my number, the card in the envelope, "I heard behind my back. Turning around, I saw that Victor was already distracted and talking with the workers who began to collect what was left of the piano, with drunken expressions on their faces. Apparently, he managed to tell them everything he thought about them with a couple of phrases. Having reached the hall, he immediately paid for a month of classes at the reception and went to the locker room to change clothes. There was no one inside, apparently, others have already changed clothes and are waiting in the hall, or I came too early. After looking at the watch on a mobile, I saw that I had reached in just thirty minutes and before the start of another half hour. After changing clothes, he looked into the envelope and just figured out, from there a pack of green banknotes with a denomination of $100 each looked at me. Having recalculated them, I realized that I had become richer by $10,000! Yes … Well got for a bruise, which has already completely settled, as I saw when changing clothes. After thinking, he quickly removed them back into the envelope and put them on the bottom of the kimono bag, quickly closed the locker. Here a joyfully homonous crowd of guys and men at the age went into the locker room, seeing me they greeted me and also quickly changed clothes. After talking to them, I found out that the next exam for the next belt will be literally in a week. After asking how long it takes to pass from the white belt to at least orange, I heard the following in response:
- You see, Kohl, here everything depends on the abilities of the applicant for the belt, how quickly he can remember the necessary for successful passing, in this case basic movements and one or two pairs of techniques... - introduced clarity in this question for me a guy of twenty-two years with a belt of blue color.
- It took me, for example, three months to pass from white to orange belt, and others may not have enough and six months time, or even more. Here everything depends on who with what initial physical training came to the hall. If without any preparation, the same physical, then it all increases the time needed to pass. Or, if a person has done something before, then this can also affect the result and speed of his training.
— It is clear! Thank you for explaining! - I thanked him.
- What you tell him, I would see what this guy singled out in the last training, it would be an official. He sparred with the sensei for at least ten minutes at the full layout! True, then fell without strength, but still impressive. If I didn't see it myself, I didn't believe that it was even possible, especially at the first training session, "Denis, the brown belt with which I had already sparred, expressed, as I had already found out. - Yes?! - Igor spoke in surprise, and looked at me with completely different eyes.
"Well, let's go see what you can - and grabbing my hand, dragged me into the hall, where we quickly blurred and stood in the stands opposite each other. Bowing, we started sparring. Before starting, he looked me carefully in the eye, while I tried to cause the feeling that I had already visited during past sparring. It came surprisingly easy, and I felt my partner, and, apparently, noticing something in my eyes, he made the first movement towards me. Not a second behind, synchronously with him, also took a step in his direction. We met in the middle of the hall and began to work out techniques... At first he was the host, and then I. At first, he started with basic techniques, apparently, still not believing that I sparred with sensei for ten minutes in the first training session. Considering this, apparently, an unsuccessful joke. But when he worked on me a couple of times technicians on the left and right side, he began to understand something. And with every second I felt his style of battle better and perfectly, in his understanding, performed them from the defense to his attacks. When I began to practice the techniques shown by him on it, he realized that something was completely wrong, and sharply increased the pace, immediately starting with even more complex techniques. But when I again worked qualitatively from the defense, and then went on the attack, there was indescribable surprise on his face. He tried to say something when I was done, but then we were interrupted by the sensei entering the hall, and, having stopped sparring, we sat in the middle of the hall with everyone.
Retreat. Igor
How? - Knocked in his brain. Like this guy who, you can say, just came into the hall, so moving! He could not understand what was happening, for all that time of short sparring that had just occurred. He felt that this guy literally intuitively feels how to move, and perfectly adjusts to his movements. And moreover, he had such a feeling, as if he were sparring with a sensei, who just by one performance, the technician showed him his mistakes and helped to correct them during sparring. Moreover, he realized that he wanted to continue the interrupted sparring with this guy. It will be necessary to find out his name, and then somehow listened, he decided. And when sensei said to split into pairs, he again stood up opposite him and completely focused to understand what he had encountered so interesting.
After a high-quality warm-up, which the sensei spent, we switched to working out techniques and techniques, dividing into pairs. Opposite me, Igor again stood up, moving towards another owner of the white belt, which I was not surprised at and even delighted at, as I also wanted to continue sparring with him. But the sensei had other plans for this matter, he showed what techniques should be worked out, and we started working them out. These techniques were unfamiliar to me, so I gladly began to teach them, while my partner was clearly unhappy with this and wanted to move on to more difficult, but so far held back.
Twenty minutes later, when the sensei monitored the performance of all the techniques shown to him, he gave the command for free working - for the older belts. And Igor was clearly delighted with this, he and I again twisted rather difficult techniques. Every time before the start of the next technique, he talked them out loud. As I realized, especially for me, and I thankfully remembered them. After about three worked out techniques and the beginning of working out another, I felt some discomfort in our performance of this technique, and tried to figure out what caused it, because before that there was no such feeling. After a few minutes of careful execution of each movement, he was able to slightly understand this. The fact was that when working out this technique, there was not that ease of execution, both on my part and on the part of Igor.
In the one that we demonstrated earlier, apparently, there were some mistakes in performance and a certain imperfection of movements was felt, and this was felt not only by me, but also by Igor. When he did not quite confidently finish the execution of the technique, trying to fix it, an understanding came to me how this technique, according to Igor, should be correctly executed. How exactly he saw its performance, dozens, if not hundreds, times in the performance of older comrades and sensei himself. Having understood what exactly to do, I barely noticeably changed my movements, trying to do it in such a way as to ultimately prevent mistakes, both at home and at my partner. Barely noticeably guided his movements, but it turned out not immediately, I had to work hard to do everything right, but after thirty minutes, our movements became more faithful, and we began to perform this technique as easily as the previous ones. And then suddenly the training ended, and we again sat in the middle of the hall with our eyes closed, while sensei began to instruct us.
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