- I have told: "can be".
And can be, and is not present.
And can be, and is not present, - he has agreed. - I any more about it. I already about other...
And he has become silent, looking in a window, being tightened from time to time and with force blowing from itself a
smoke - it as if otplevyvalsja a smoke. I have waited for continuation, have then washed ware, have wiped a damp sponge a
table and have placed tolstenkie cups of brown faience. He continued smoke silently, and I was engaged in coffee.
Line is impossible, - he has told at last. - I so was delighted today to this boy. You do not see, Robbie, and, probably, cannot
see it, but I know precisely: the boy - ekstraklass, it for a belt will stop up all of us, give only term. He is a TEACHER! I
listened to it with most I (hope) a respectful kind. He, certainly, believed that itself spoke. But I knew that this, in itself,
anything does not mean yet. Simply next attack of optimism. At us happened and earlier optimism attacks. As a rule, they at
us come to an end attacks ugolno - black pessimism. Such is a life. Inflow-otlivy. Liftings-recessions. Risings - declines.
Black-and-white cinema.
Do not trust... - he has told osuzhdajushche. - it is fine. Your business. I not about that. I here about what. He is a teacher,
and no trustees are necessary to it. But I for some reason have suddenly thought: well, and if the trustee was necessary? If it
was necessary extremely! Today. Now. Where to us it to take? From whom to choose? And? Do not know? And I do not
know...
It has stuck with a stub into a saucer - with hatred as if it there was an eye of the sworn enemy.
You are lazy and uninteresting. God has submitted to you with all generosity as to anybody to another, and you - have
stopped. You stand. In a pose. Or - lie. You have become are disgustingly self-sufficient, you do not wish to fly, you quite
arranges to jump above crowd, you are happy - even most dissatisfied of you...
He has tried to light again, but here I was on the alert. It has given a box of cigarettes without resistance, at all without
having noticed.
Bogdan? The favourite, yes, I do not argue - the favourite. Blagonosets. A good well... Where it now - this our well of good?
Coral aspid! A viper horned. To approach terribly. I am afraid to talk to it at a meeting, you can present yourselves it? - At it
already is opekuemyj, - I have reminded just in case, but he did not listen to me.
Good well... My God, in what all of you have turned! And Tengiz? "To struggle with harm, - you see - all the same, what to
struggle with bugs one by one: oppositely, easy also it is absolutely useless". And consequently it is not necessary to struggle
more with harm, and let's be dragged better on women or to arrange cabaret shows for novorossov... Jura Kostomarov fairly
and worthlessly earns on a daily bread, our Polygraph Poligra - fych... Andrey-Strahoborets - the old man. In fifty years he is
an old man! What with it will be through hundred? Through two hundred? Ruins? And after all it is all - drabanty, special
troops, old guards! Grandfathers! And young to hell do not suit, because anything are not able yet. They know to itself make
a din: "Give, give!." About a damned pig of a life!.
You still have forgotten Vadim, - I have told. - Resulting Force.