Redrik has on the move pushed a palm between a back and a backpack and has thrown up a backpack above that the
edge of a cylinder with helium did not cut a ridge. Heavy, a reptile how I with it will spread? One and a half kilometre on
karachkah... All right, not gundi, stalker, knew, on what you go. Five hundred thousand coins wait in the end of road, it is
possible and popotet. Five hundred thousand, a delicious chunk, and? Line I will give to them less than for five hundred
thousand. And line I will give to the Egyptian vulture more than thirty. And to the milksop... And to the milksop - anything. If
the old reptile though half-truths has told, to the milksop - anything.
He has again looked in a back to Arthur and some time prishchurjas looked, how that easily walks through two cross ties at
once, broad-shouldered, uzkobedryj, and long black as at sister, hair shudder in a step to steps. Itself has thrust, Redrik has
gloomy thought. Itself. And that it it so desperately arose? Everything directly shivered, tears in the face of... "Take me, Mr.
Shuhart! Different people offered me, but I would like only with you, they after all all do not suit anywhere! The father... But
after all it cannot now!" Redrik effort of will has torn off these memoirs. To think of it it was opposite, and, maybe, therefore
he began to think of Arthur's sister. Simply the mind boggles: such magnificent woman, and actually a baby's dummy, a
deceit, a doll lifeless, instead of the woman. As, it is remembered, buttons on a jacket at mother, amber such, translucent,
golden, and it would be desirable to put in a mouth and to suck in expectation of any extraordinary sweet, and it took them in
a mouth and sucked, and each time terribly was disappointed, and each time forgot about this disappointment, at all that that
forgot, and simply refused to trust own memory, it was necessary to it to see them again.
And can be, papahen it to me has sent, he has thought of Arthur. At it what gun in a hip-pocket... No, hardly. The Egyptian
vulture knows me. The Egyptian vulture knows that with me jokes are bad. Also knows, what I in the Zone.
No, nonsense all it. Not he me asked the first, not it tears poured the first, others and on knees became... And all of them
with themselves drag guns on the first time. On the first and last. Really on the last? Oh, on the last, the guy! Here after all
that turns out, the Egyptian vulture: on the last.
Yes, papahen, you would learn about its this invention so with its crutches would finish, the sonny, in the Zone of the
implored... He has suddenly felt that ahead something is, nearby already, metres in thirty-forty.
- Stand, - he has told to Arthur.
The guy has obediently stood on a place. Reaction at it was good, it and has fallen asleep with the raised foot, and then
slowly and has cautiously lowered it on the earth. Redrik has stopped near to it. The track here considerably left downwards
and absolutely disappeared in a fog. And there, in a fog, something was. Something big and motionless. Safe. Redrik has
cautiously pulled nostrils air. Yes. Safe.