What? - Vadim there yours... - Zhanka quietly and as though with a fright has told.
- You know, it, in my opinion, at all in yourself, the word of honour.
About My God!. - Jury, but more with simplification, rather than with irritation or displeasure has told.
Vadim as has returned from the foolish expedition to the North Caucasus so since then and stayed in a condition, for it
absolutely unusual. It became any silent, ordinary-looking, imperceptible - to such degree that at times seemed even at all
invisible with the naked eye. It, however, and was earlier such, there is enough maloprimechatelnym, but now it as if has
erased, as an old five-copeck coin. It became the old man. And someone from children has noticed (with some even a fright)
that Vadim now from time to time amaze - telnym in the image loses the control over the person and becomes then in general
it is similar on lost and even the obsequious old man-vagabond. Yes that with you, cattle? - Asked it. What you is ill?. He
inertly snapped citations from TV advertisings. Marisha, without having sustained this show of disintegration and degradation,
has dragged it in familiar private polyclinic where, however, have found its physically healthy, but mentally suppressed (as
without them all it was obvious) and have recommended a course of any rubbishy injections from which to Vadim, apparently,
only became even worse.
Now he slept in an armchair before included - without a sound - televizo - rum, and its person was even more pity and poor,
than usually, a mouth poluraskryt, and the lowered grey eyelids convulsively twitched. Jury has sniffed at it is alcohol did not
smell. All right, let sleeps sluggishly and immoderately. While. And there we will look.
It has returned to kitchen where Zhanka already bossed with might and main - rustled with the made oily brown paper,
opened packages, displayed food on plates, something there cut - pink and fat, clapped holodil - anybody, brjakala plugs-
knifes - too, probably, has got hungry, the old woman washing, and vzalkala to drink. (It is interesting, it is possible so to say:
vzalkala to drink?) it needed to uncork only bottles and to prepare the gin-tonic, the first portion, the most tasty. SHpoknuli
cracked jars of tonic, ice in transparent blue of a divine drink has rung out, they have clinked glasses with thick glasses and
have drunk, and at once in a tired head has cheerfully rustled, and the world has become is quite comprehensible, and even
moreover - is cosy and good. The world became kind, but is exacting - urgently it was required to repeat...
When phone has rung out, they were already entirely from this world - are kind and devilishly good. ZHanka, not very
confidently going, has left to fray, as it was found out, the recipe of a pie "Aristocrat" was discussed with Marishkoj and
about any cookery-. Jury has suddenly found out itself clinking glasses with Vadim who has arisen from anything who
properly, probably, has slept off in an easy chair and now was ready to correspond, - even has turned pink in an anticipation.
There was a strange conversation.
You for whom vote? - Vadim has asked suddenly, sticking with a plug into a breaking up piece of smoke-cured sturgeon.