- If you is lost, I will die, - she has told.
Vanja has shaken a shoulder.
- Somehow, - he has said. - the father once already was lost because of these bastards. Not to it to go... And then: purkua a
pas? - It is final! - she has agreed with a smile on gentle pink lips. - Purkua of a pas? I have only told that if you is lost, I will
die.
You will think, the big affairs... Do not pay attention.
Vanja has turned away and has touched a finger a key. Record was erased. It has hesitated for a time, looking back, has
then waved rukoj: - All. Have said goodbye. Have gone, the Princess.
It it is easy, as a fly from a wall, has taken off from an armchair and it has appeared near it.
- Vanja! - she has whispered. - my Troubadour! At you on the Earth after all it is a unique kind of the property? And an hour
later they were on ocean coast Ledovitogo.
Athos, Aramis and a leader of Makomber sat on a verandah at a table, there and then on a handrail Two-headed Jul,
everything, from both necks and to a foot tightened in body stockings of colour of an egg yolk sat. He furiously rolled the
three eyes and hoarsely shouted in two drinks, extending in fresh saltish air sulphurous isparenija: - I regard It as mistrust!
Enthusiasm sabotage! Certainly, you everyones such and sjakie leaders-musketeers, masters-scientists-chemists-rezinshchiki,
wise men-benefactors, and I only the amateur football player, the contemptible goalkeeper, moreover dvuhgolovyj, the
doubtful, unfortunate exile, parija, zemljansky the captive! Souls at me are not present, conscience is not present, pistols are
not present, it is possible to offend and not to look back! And that at me in a breast all burns, your twenty years with the
Great Octopus it would be desirable to settle accounts - you in the limited wisdom cannot admit it! Yes they there as will see
you without me proud, ready, dvuhgolovogo, they you at once to a wall! I not on fuk go, I understand, you do not trust me, to
you to spit, what then great doctor Itaj-itaj spoke, you on it smorknulis and have forgotten, so I leave hostages, two hostages
whom all of you together taken, do not stand, think? Poliksenu Mitrofanovnu from a kindergarten number hundred thirty one
and my she-bear belopushistuju, fine Aleouolu, to it is not present the price, one nutrjanogo fat of a kilogramme about fifteen,
the first-rate quality! I know, I am humiliated, both persons I lose, but in a lap I ask: take with itself! Business after all the
basic! I after all and can reach the World council, you yet do not know me! All of you think: the football player, moreover the
goalkeeper, and I after all can, I still very much and very much can!.
It roared, growled, Athos stuck with a bony finger into interlocutors and in space outside of a verandah, and, Aramis and a
leader of Makomber seriously listened and nodded.
- For that matter, so not more cowardly I you, a life for business never felt sorry, and that you me then took, so force straw
lomit...
Here also the song, a gruffish man's and sonorous maiden voice was distributed in a garden: it is better than No power on
earth not-etu, Than to wander to friends on belu sve-etu! That who is amicable, alarms, To us any roads doro-ogi are not
terrible...