They have drunk, Redrik has looked on papanju, again in his face has trembled, he has given a hand and has moved up a
glass more close to the shown fingers, and fingers were suddenly unclenched and again compressed, having clasped a
glass for a bottom.
- Here so it has put will go faster, - Redrik has told. - Guta! - it has shouted. - long you will exhaust us with hunger?. It she for
you tries, - he has explained Nunanu. - Necessarily your favourite salad prepares, with molluscs, it has laid up them for a long
time, I saw... Well and how in general at business institute? Have found something brand new? At you there, speak, now
with might and main automatic machines work, yes develop a little.
Nunan has begun to tell about institute affairs and while he spoke, the table near to the old man had a Monkey, has stood,
having put on a table shaggy pads, and suddenly absolutely children's movement has leant against a model and has put a
head to it on a shoulder. And Nunan, continuing to stir, has thought, looking at these two monstrous generations of the
Zone: My God, yes that else? What it is necessary to make with us that at us at last has got? Really here it is not enough of
it?. He knew that it is not enough of it. He knew that billions and billions know nothing also nothing wish to know, and if
learn, pouzhasajutsja ten minutes and again will return into place. It is necessary to leave, he has thought with frenzy. To hell
Barbridzha, to hell Lemhena... This family, god damned, to hell.
- You of that have stared at them? - Has quietly asked Redrik. - You do not worry, it is not harmful to it. Even on the contrary,
speak, from them health proceeds.
- Yes, I know, - have told Nunan and a volley have drained a glass.
Guta has entered, has efficiently ordered to Redriku to place plates and has put on a table the big silver bowl with favourite
salad of Nunana.
And here the old man as if someone has thought suddenly and has pulled the threads, one movement has thrown up a glass
to the opened mouth.
- Well, children, - Redrik the admired voice has told, - now at us the junket wonderfully well will go! 4. Redrik Shuhart, 31
godza a valley has cooled down night, and at a dawn became absolutely cold. They went on an embankment, going on the
decayed cross ties between rusty rails, and Redrik looked, how shine on Arthur Barbridzha's leather jacket of a droplet of the
condensed fog. The boy walked easily, cheerfully as if was not behind painful night, a nervous tension from which each vein
till now shivered, two terrible hours on wet top of a bald hill which they have spent in a painful light slumber, having nestled to
each other backs for heat, waiting a stream zelenki, flowing round a hill and disappearing in a ravine.
On the embankment parties the dense fog lay. From time to time it crawled over rails heavy grey streams, and in these parts
they went knee-deep in slowly curling dregs. Smelt as a wet rust, from a bog to the right of an embankment pulled rotten
stuff. Round it was visible nothing, except a fog, but Redrik knew that in both parties the hilly plain with stone scatterings
lasts, and behind plain in a haze mountains disappear. And still he knew that when there will ascend the sun and a fog will
settle dew, he should see somewhere at the left a skeleton of the broken helicopter, and ahead structure of trolleys, and
here then the business will begin.