Vanja has bowed last time and has headlong jumped out of a hut.
It it was recollected to it now here, on the Even Rock when there was it at the edge of water, having thrust hands in deep
pockets of spotty landing overalls, and eyes of Tzany full hopeless despair when they said goodbye on Athos's country
house, and mum with the father, and still so many were still recollected at once to it, what even it becomes strange, the right,
how many memoirs is located in the eighteen-year guy! 8В three steps from Vani the leader of Makomber in the same spotty
form sat on a fragment of a rock, whistled through clenched teeth and thought involuntarily what still povanivaet here black
oil, and recollected to it a meeting hour back on gidroplannoj to base with the person of courageous shape who has
approached to it, has constrainingly greeted and skazal: - Flagman Makomber if I am not mistaken? - At your service.
- You do not remember me, certainly... Old man Sasha I, Alexander Kushner, the senior surgeon of "Mobi Dika"...
- And! - the leader of Makomber has told. Are you have informed on unfortunate seals...
- Yes-yes, I, however not in it business... We have met once about twenty years ago here nearby, at uncle Vitemy...
- Aha, as, as... Uncle Vitema, "the Lonely lily of the valley"...
Excellent djadka, an excellent turkey under gvozdichnym sauce... How it lives? - I do not know, it has left somewhere... - Old
man Sasha, it Alexander Kushner, was rumpled a little, then has spoken: - Tell, a leader, you do not remember?.
Galja. The girl such was with us that evening at uncle Vitemy... You then did not meet her? The leader of Makomber acutely
has looked at it.
- Met, - he has answered. - even repeatedly.
- Well, also what it?. How it?.
- In my opinion, not bad. Works. Married. Yes here her son costs, it too in my group.
Old man Sasha was confused. Old man Sasha konfuzlivo has smiled. He as if would realise, with what trifles sticks to the
person leaving now in business deadly, maybe. And it has mumbled nelovko: - Means... H'm... You go... There... H'm...
- Means, we go, - the leader of Makomber has answered seriously.
- And you fine hate them? - Old man Sasha has asked suddenly.
Leader of Makomber with amazement vozzrilsja on it.
- My friend, - has said it, taking Old man Sashu for a button. - acquire one important thing. Also acquire for ever. Hatred is a
humus of fear. And I never and was afraid of nothing of anybody. They irritate me, it so. But to hate? These turncoats? As
though not so! Then it has patted Old man Sashu shoulder, and now has recollected it with absent-minded sensation of a
love.
Two-headed Jul has collapsed nearby on stones, having propped up the left head a mighty hand. There was it in fighting
black clothes and the black gloves made unknown umeltsami of the unknown worlds, only holsters on a belt were at it
empty. The staff declared that for rather weighty reasons of morally-ethical property the group will be put to use without the
weapon. Two-headed Jul did not want it and could not understand, but, first, it did not ask, and secondly as skilled the
fighter he perfectly understood another. It is final, where as it would be nice to become hollow in a den of the Great Octopus
by any such car, combinations of the deep-water tank and pozitronnogo the emitter, equipped in addition also power
protection, yes after all before such visitor rascal Kreg at all will not open the gate - "hole", "funnel" or that there at it... About
a hand arm and in general it was not necessary to think. He well knew toadies of the Great Octopus; These gangsters, mad
and hysterical bastards, at the sight of a pistol or even will not allow to anybody to open a simple hunting knife and a mouth,
there and then will begin to scorch from automatic machines and to throw bombs...
Now, listening to splash of a coastal wave, its right head reflected that knowingly, oh, as wonderful doctor Itaj-itaj has
knowingly cured of all illnesses including from an alcoholism, but has left that under a black bandage on a place of the right
eye it twenty years ago. The left head ingenuously marvelled to inscrutable whims of destiny: has again brought it on this
unsightly island where it has spent the captive without small three years, got used to the Earth and earth dwellers, studied in
kindness and understanding in a society of local seals... And their children and grandsons ruthlessly and resembling have
drowned in black oil... And what fine narodets was...