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Anatoly Rybakov. The bronze bird



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FOREIGN LANGUAGES PUBLISHING HOUSE
Moscow
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TRANSLATED FROM THE RUSSIAN BY DAVID SKVIRSKY

DESIGNED BY V. ALEXEYEV
ILLUSTRATED BY I. ILYINSKY


CONTENTS


Part I. FUGITIVES
Part II. PURSUIT
Part III. GOLIGIN BRUSHWOOD ROAD
Part IV. MUSEUM OF REGIONAL STUDIES
Part V. THE SECRET OF THE BRONZE BIRD
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Part I

FUGITIVES


Chapter I

THINGS YOU CAN'T FORESEE

Genka and Slava were sitting on the bank of the Utcha.
Genka, his red hair sticking out in all directions, his pants rolled up
above his knees and the sleeves of his striped singlet above his elbows, was
eyeing the tiny boat station with a disdainful expression on his face.
"Call this a station!" he said, dangling his feet in the water. "They
stuck a life belt on a hen-coop and think they've got a station!"
Slava was silent. His pale face, with its slight, rosy tan, looked
thoughtful. Chewing a blade of grass in a melancholy way, he was reflecting
on a distressing thing that had happened in the camp.
Why did it have to happen just when he, Slava, had been left in charge?
True, it was a duty he shared with Genka, but Genka never gave a hang for
anything. Here he was dangling his feet in the water without a care in the
world.