This prodigal child - Part 5,5Tintin opened his eyes and looked around. So, is this a dream? Because if not, then it was back in his bed in Mulensare? Tintin was about to rise, but then the door opened. Mary entered the room with a book in his hand, suddenly jumped up and down the stairs brosilaas.
- Dad! Dad! He woke up! - She cried.
Tintin sat on the bed and bent his head to one side. What would all this mean?
The door creaked again, and this time the captain came into the room. Tintin looked up to the usual pozdarovatsya with him, but he stopped two things: first - burning pain in the right temple, and the second - the ice and full of hatred Haddock's eyes.
- So, you woke up, so take your things and get out - he said rudely and stood in the doorway, not wanting to pass further into the room.
What seems to be true yesterday Accident.
- Listen, Captain ... - Would have been justified by Tintin, Haddock but interrupted him:
- No, you listen - the captain has never called you on Tintin. - What I did not leave you to
This prodigal child - Part 5Mila fun jump there, without sharing any sort of anxiety and feelings of the owner. Tintin was also completely in himself - he did not zmaechal what's going on. He was very, very disturbed daytime talk with Mary. Why is she so angry when she learned that he - the son of the captain? That is, in principle, to understand why - he was, after all, framed it. Indeed, the results could be negative ... But it turned out to be something positive! Tintin, generally speaking, relied on the sympathy and support from the Mary and received a hatred and a kick on the knee. Unpleasant.
Mila jumped in front of the owner, in the air vzmetnuv snow flakes, and angrily barked.
- Okay, Mila, go home, if you want, I still walk. - Mila not listening to the last sentence, and all rushed to Mulensaru feet.
Tintin shut the gate, and the estate became a leisurely stroll through the garden. He looped through the trees, loose snow crunching under my feet and tried to erode the idea of Mary's head. He
This prodigal child - Part 4Part 4.
Tintin was holding a piece of paper and could not believe in writing.
Since then, as Kalkulos took envelopes for DNA analysis, was four days. During all this time, Mary managed to get the order of Tintin and Haddock, but his conscience is still plagued Tintin. And tortured severely. But only up to this point.
Just look at the paper, Tintin first felt relief. But then, after five seconds, he remembered, whose hair was in an envelope.
Came positive results.
Haddock desperately just sighed and slumped in a chair, just having opened an envelope from Professor, Mary just smiled, kissed his cheek and tongue showed Tintin, Tintin and he still could not accept.
It turns out he - the son of Captain Haddock? ...
- Well, papa, - murmured Mary, flitting around in his chair collapsed Haddock. - I told you do not need any tests, so everything is clear - she leaned back in his chair and stared at his father down. - Are you not happy?
- I am happy, happy ... - Grudgingly muttered the captain.
This prodigal child - Part 3In the evening, Professor Kalkulos grabbed his head and said that he had to go more than two hours ago, and hurriedly left the Mulensor, forgetting their envelopes with the data for DNA analysis. The captain is something grimly prohmykal and put the envelopes into his locker, strictly punishing everyone in Mulensare even to him to stay away.
The evening passed very quickly, soon the night.
Tintin is not very long sleep. He tossed and turned feverishly, and what will happen when the results will come. For some reason, Tintin had no doubt that the results will be positive. Not because he thought he was a real daughter, Mary Haddock, no. He just knew that it was probably something provernetsya. On the one hand, sovset glozhila Tintin for his horrible idea to oust Mary, on the other hand ...
The captain is not the best father to Mary. He drinks a lot and smoke, can teach her horrible things, without knowing it ... Maybe if the results were negative ... It would be better not only Tintin?
This prodigal child - Part 2Part 2.
Dinner was a memorable one. Mary put up a fight with food, as she liked to do in an orphanage and did not expect such a violent reaction of his father. Haddock sent her to his room early, and only two hours later, all the inhabitants of Mulensara too, went to sleep.
Waking up, Tintin first thing decided to check whether all of its values on the spot. He carefully examined all the closets and cupboards, checked my bag and safety deposit box, but everything was in place. Tintin exhaled. So, yesterday it just seemed that Mary once furtively looks around and look at the delays of individual items of interior. With peace of mind, he embarked on a charge - clasped his hands behind his head, walked over to the wall, leaned over and put her elbows on the stable floor. As soon as he pushed his feet off the floor to get the rack from the bottom there was a wild shout. The unexpectedness of Tintin spread his hands in his hand, lost his footing, kerf head into the floor and c
This prodigal child - Part 1Part 1.
Morning in the garden was especially beautiful on this day. Today the first snow fell, and Mila frolicked in the field, gleefully catching the falling snowflakes, and trying to eat the snow. Tintin walked beside him, making sure that the dog did not run away again, anywhere, as it happened a week ago. He breathed in the nice, fresh December air and closed his eyes in pleasure. It has been a long time since he had not walked. Last winter, he found himself somewhere very far away from home, and now he realized that he hasn't seen the snow for a few years. To be honest, Tintin didn't associate snow with anything pleasant only the USSR and Tibet, where Tintin has repeatedly found himself on the line of death. Although he liked the warm, sunny summer weather much more, he was still happy.
- Sorry, Mr. Archibald Haddock? Tintin heard someone call him over the fence.
He opened his eyes and saw the postman, holding in his hands a few colored envelopes.
- No, I'm Tintin
This prodigal child - ProloguePrologue.
The little boy sat on the windowsill and played. In his hands were no toys though, nothing. Only his own imagination. He pictured the colorful scenery of seas, deserts and forests, and he imagined that he is holding some dolls in his hands, and is now playing with them. But this was nearly impossible. Detksy House couldn't afford any toys. The boy thought for a moment, thinking how the story he was imagining will develop further, when suddenly the delicate child felt the kindergarten teacher's heavy hand fall on his shoulder.
- Tintin! Are you deaf? It's supper time! - She muttered rudely, and abruptly pulled the boy from the windowsill - she did not want to waste any more of her time on him.
Tintin, the so-called boy, fell and banged his knee and his elbow on the floor, but did not utter even a sound.
- Well, Mrs. Verdi, I'm sorry, - he got up, and walked towards the dining room. It was very difficult to call it a dining room though it was a small room, with three tab