It has made due impression. A companion the lieutenant general again puknul - it is tasty, with all the heart, - and then the
head physician has risen, has taken from a glass chemist's box a tube of the activated coal and has stretched it through a
In every possible way to you vekomenduju, - he has told pooshchrjajushche.
"In boring conversations on people of the past secrets of their great fulfilments" are hidden.
His name is Sten Arkadevich to Agra. A name, apparently, unusual, but only for our present deideologizirovannogo
bezvremenja. Actually Sten is"STALIN-ENGELS". At it, by the way, was once also the big brother who was called by
Marlenes: Marx plus Lenin. And here whence undertook at it, absolutely Russian person, such exotic surname, me to find out
yet it was not possible. Knowing people explain that"agre"on a Sanskrit"first"means or even"highest", in a Georgian way it -"
here "("Here what disseminated..."), and in a Hebrew "agra" (the accent on a final syllable) means "taxes". That's all that
was possible to me to find out about this subject. That is - anything.
... I have agreed to write now about it not because was frightened of you.
It is not necessary to exaggerate. And it is final, not because I wish to help you.
In general - not because I see in this employment though any mercenary or pragmatical sense. I have begun these notes
because, apparently, have understood definitively: after me in the world there will be nothing, except these notes. Moreover:
and after IT there will be nothing, except these my notes. Yes, perhaps, still - the several hearings already reminding legends.
Yes great variety of the interviews which are not giving to any information, but only irritating imagination both generating new
hearings and new legends.
About it to these strange hearings are dismissed and juicy legends extend. I believe, in their your department somebody it is
diligent sobira - et, sorts (having put out on one side language) and meticulously analyzes. Quite I suppose even that a part
of these hearings it is thought up and extended by you... But two legends I here will result. One - because it seems to me
made, ground in retelling to a condition of a ready short story.
And the second - because itself witnessed event and I have possibility on this example to observe, how an is modest-shabby
doll of the fact transfor - miruetsja in the magnificent butterfly of a legend.
So, history the first. Action occurs to year etak in ninety fourth, not later ninety fifth. There is a trolley bus, on day time -
sparsely populated, the people sit. All is silent, peacefully. On a back seat has settled down an uncertain configuration
djadek about which one only and it is possible to tell first that it - with big proletarian boduna. Most likely, for this reason it sits
all alone, and to it, probably, boringly. And he starts to speak, to be exact - to proclaim.
At the following stop, - it proclaims, - there are two, and one will enter...