Anywhere I would not like, he has thought. Absolutely anywhere I would not like.
Hard as... Here did not think that will be so hard. After all there was nothing new or unexpected. All is known for a long time
both is thought over. Also it is beforehand endured on the sly because who would like to look weak? And in general all is
very fair and fair. Fifty two years old. Four beam blows. Worn heart. Utterly worthless nerves. Blood, and that not the.
Therefore reject, anywhere do not take. And Volod'ka Jurkovskogo here take. And you, speak, Grigory Iogannovich, is
enough that give, and to sleep, where will put. It is time to you, speak, Grigory Iogannovich, young to teach. And that them
to learn? Dauge was lop-sided on Grishu. It what huge and zubastyj.
To its boldness to learn? Or to health? And it is more after all, as a matter of fact, anything also it is not necessary. Here also
you remain one. Yes one hundred articles which have become outdated. Yes some books which quickly grow old. Yes glory
which grows old even faster.
It has turned and has entered into a booming cool lobby. Grisha Bulls walked nearby. The shirt at it was unbuttoned. The
lobby was full of quiet conversations and rustling of newspapers. On big, in half-walls, the concave screen any film was
shown; some persons, having sunk in armchairs, looked at the screen, holding near an ear brilliant boxes of
phonodemonstrators. The thick foreigner of east type was trampled down near buffet-automatic machine.
At an input in a bar of Dauge has suddenly stopped.
Let's come we will drink, the namesake, - has told it.
Grisha has looked at it with surprise and pity.
What for, uncle Grisha? - prositelno he has told. - what for? It is not necessary.
You believe, it is not necessary? - Has thoughtfully asked Dauge.
Certainly, it is not necessary. To what it, the word of honour.
Dauge, having inclined a head on one side, having blinked the eyes, has looked at it.
Whether you imagine, - is poisonous he has said, - that I have become limp because, what me have deduced in circulation?
What I, cannot live without these most mysterious chasms and spaces? Excuse, smart guy! To spit I wanted on these
chasms! And here that I one remained... You Understand? One! For the first time in a life one! Grisha has awkwardly looked
back. The thick foreigner looked at them. Dauge spoke silently, but Grishe seemed that it is heard by all hall.