It is impossible, it is impossible, dangerously two already look... And here has suddenly risen from below, has seized instantly
and sharply (at doctors it is called - "impera - tivnyj a desire"), and hatred has instantly hung, was dissolved obessilenno, has
left on a bottom, has left in anything, and feet - besides by itself - have incurred it away, home, more likely, even more likely,
now will pour down, everything, not to sustain, everything, all... And it having appeared in a gate, it convulsively, in shameful
haste, was somehow unbuttoned - faced to a wall, in an unnatural and foolish pose, on one for some reason to a foot
standing, directly on a kind at any lady with a daughter - and has moaned from shame, is strained and with a pain being
That's all, he thought with habitual bitterness. That's all. That's all...
Where Timothy? Timothy was here - stood nearby in the most unfriendly pose and observed of a mum's daughter. He did not
love children and did not trust them. "And what it is the uncle does? - Asked meanwhile the child a clear voice. - the uncle
was ill?" The uncle was not ill. The uncle has died. The uncle obmochil a trouser-leg from within also feels a full and
unconditional shit. And that, impressive, irreproachable and favourite in the weights, even has noticed nothing.
Security guards - yes, have noticed, obviously something have suspected, though, of course, and have not understood that
to what, and the barin this democratic even not pochuvstvo - a shaft of anything. A wood-grouse on a current.
... To Return, he has thought with languid rage. To return and finish a reptile...
He knew that will not return. Today - is not present. Tomorrow. Then. He has suddenly felt - over powerless melancholy -
unexpected inflow of enthusiasm: there was something what it was necessary to remember of what it was necessary now
containing - telno to think. Not only about where to get old archive, it is desirable blockade times, but also about what it will
be when they again will meet. On any meeting, for example. In the same place elections, apparently, occur at them? Here
and to come on a meeting with voters.
The voter I or not?. I the voter. I have the right to select. And I have selected.
It. Let prays now - I have selected it... He has recollected that Vadim spoke recently zasranchik, and has giggled: you will
not be broken off to you of anything, zasranchik mine, will not choose it never because I have chosen it, and you - know to
yourself hope, zasranchik, you will receive that only and is due to you on a life - sad disappointment. For it is told: the
disappointment is the sad child of hope...
Houses it first of all has changed clothes. Trousers and cowards has thrown in a washing machine. The car has been
already filled, and has been filled, and with top, a box for dirty linen. Means, today it will be necessary to be engaged in
washing. We people simple, at us are not present servants, we do not hold servants, we erase, we prepare, floors mine...
Correctly, an animal? Has gobbled up porridge? That.
Meat will not be today. Meat will be tomorrow...