It was opposite to it that the thought that it is all time under silent supervision, did not leave it, it appears, since that moment
as it has sat down for a wheel and has begun to torment a starter "zaporozha", she does not leave it and now: what it there
for white "zhigul" stood in bushes behind the house? Never stood there any cars earlier...
It sat, prihlebyvaja strong, but empty tea, which pritaranila to it (on a mum's instigation, certainly) the Sonjurka-junior.
The people around briskly made a din, were discussed, to whom to write the complaint, what letter to compose and to whom
to give on signing where and how to get foreign correspondents who eternally stick out in Moscow, and in Peter them will not
entice any gingerbread... It was opposite enough to Listen to all of them, but one was especially opposite - unfamiliar,
tolstenky the young old man, baldish, pink, is intolerable ambitious and authoritative. It it is sonorous, all muffling, extended
about selection of shots in bodies - "there there are the most stupid, the most hopeless, the most loyal... For that it is possible
to wait from such people? Same - army, barracks, in the most extreme display: discipline, submission, the tin sense of duty,
any initiative, in no event!." "Yes, - objected it, - but same - the car what they are, but they make the uniform well debugged
mechanism..." "Yes the car collected from bad details cannot well work!." Here Stanislav has not sustained.
- Be mistaken! - he has told loudly. Too loudly - all at once have become silent and have stared at it it is disturbing. - Be
mistaken, - he has repeated tone more low. - Neumann's background esteem. How to create the reliable car from unreliable
- You believe, they there... - tolstjachok has made uncertain gesture....
- They there read Neumann's background? - No representation I have, - Stanislav has told and has risen. - but I read
Neumann's background. And never I will begin to count that the opponent will do the most foolish course. I will recognise
that it will make the strongest...
- But you not begin to argue...
- I will not become, - Stanislav with pleasure has told. - me tomorrow to rise in six mornings, - it has told lies what for. - Sofia,
lapushka, excuse I will go...
If something is required - you know, so?.
In bushes still stuck out white "zhigul", and inside red cigarette sparks there were shone. These people at all too masked.
That there? All the, and all all is clear.
And here blind furiousness has seized it. Moving as wooden, it has approached to white "zhigulju", has unduly strongly
knocked on a window and has told intercepted glotkoj: "will not allow to Light, people good?" To light to it distances with
readiness. The fellow with the magnificent cook on a cinciput, slightly frightened by such unexpected attack from darkness
at the wheel sat. And nearby the familiar little girl - a daughter, apparently, Zoes Ivanny from the third floor nestled on it."
Sorry ", Stanislav has told it and, plainly at all without having lighted, hasty retired to the"zaporozhu". nervishki, he thought,
fiercely driving a starter. We are afraid, here in what all business. We are afraid! And the fault, apparently, for you is not
present. And times, apparently, not that earlier. And the fear sits in you as a black splinter. As chromosomal illness. As a
hereditary syphilis. And nothing can be done with it... And it is not necessary, can be? Same if to think, saving fear. It helps
us not to do nonsenses... The Nonsense. From what it does not help - the advantage polishes in you the slave, here and all
from it. Not to you from it advantage - to IT from it advantage... It drove the car on the crude, badly shined streets and
thought, how it would be good to take now business trip somewhere in the God-forsaken hole and to disappear there on all
this time of troubles.
Houses it has directly gone to a mirror case, has put forward the bottom box and has taken seat on a floor over a heap of
folders. All Here accumulated paper for years and years: cuttings from newspapers (still mum has started to fill these folders),
draught copies of its articles, stories and calculations, big, a dense paper, envelopes with photos, albums, anniversary
diplomas any (the mum's for a long time disappeared girl-friends), intercepted rezinochkoj packs of receipts, letters to it from
Lariski and his letter to it for many years - all in bulk, never and nobody disassembled, in the uttermost and immemorial
Samizdat here it has appeared a little, but the samizdat had a place.