Simply to lift a chickie... It, yes, it was possible to have time to make All, but all it was - it z n and l - all it was useless. "Atas!" -
he has told laringofonu and has had time to see still an astonished face of Petjuni Fedorchuka which have turned to it, but
here everything that he had a presentiment also to that to prevent could not in any way, has occurred.
... The Shone bright stain has appeared there where there were on bulvarchike casual gapers, - as if someone strange
rasfokusirovannyj has included a lantern. An oblong stain, rough, hilly, with muddy dimnesses on it... The Stain it was
promptly poured by yellow light, steam scraps grey shades turned on it, all has become yellow on the area - crowd, steam
columns, the thrown back persons... This person, he has understood suddenly.
Someone's posthumous mask, he has understood. Gold. Unfamiliar... And here the ice moisture has frozen suddenly at it in
the face of, and it was instantly cut down - without any visible reason, without a pain, without faintness, only suddenly has
furiously burnt language and to a drink as if it on imprudence has sufficed some the heated coffee.
... But smelt at all coffee. The smell was strong, unfamiliar and, more likely, unpleasant. A purgatory, he has thought
otvlechenno - through a yellow fog. He and itself did not know, whence and why this word which he heard for all life, maybe,
two times has emerged at it in a brain and never precisely said aloud itself. A purgatory, a purgatory, he repeated silently,
trying to understand painfully why all around yellow and why he is not necessary already, and sits, having leant a back
against a balustrade, - feet and hands at it are not present, burns scalded a drink, eyes in orbits ice and watch (by itself,
without everyone it on that desires) as by Toljan with Fanasom, having bent as if under bombardment, drag away in the
house a long dead body in a white shaggy coat. Towards to them, in steam clubs, jumped out zapoloshnye shtabisty with
crazy persons and children from internal protection. And all it occurred in yellow dense silence as if in ears to it has hammered
hard damp tampons.
Petja Fedorchuk has suddenly covered with itself all this mute picture - has sat down on hunkers, has looked into face, has
spent a hand before eyes, and now tampons from ears were gone somewhere, and the Ale-de-prez has understood that any
it there were not tampons, and dense hysterical or hundreds hoarse a drink - the connected cry of crowd in last degree of a
panic. And through this cry of Petjunja has asked (quite easy and even it is efficient): - Well, you as? Holes are not present? -
I do not know, - the Ale-de-prez has told and has tightened to itself disobedient feet.
What was it? - Has asked Petjunja, helping it to rise.
I do not know...
Feet were wadded, but held, and on hands for some reason there were no gloves, and both palms were in grazes -
longitudinal ranki have swelled, exuded sukrovitsej, and it mechanically liznul them, as in the childhood.
You it saw? - Has asked Petjunja. Its person, ruddy and quiet, expressed nothing, except efficient interest. Pitch hair stood
upright, as always, and as always it was accurate and ready to any turn of events. Only here "makarov" at it in a hand
looked not absolutely all the same usually.
I do not know, - the Ale-de-prez in the third time has told and has asked itself: - the Professor as? - In my opinion... dets, -
Petjunja has told.