And drunk Senja Mirlin quoted Makiavelli: "... For people always durny while they will be not not forced to good by
necessity".
And the sober Viscount, habitually playing the superman, quoted Volumes: "the Knowledge will be not obligatory the success
or survival promise; it can conduct also to confidence of our end".
And Ezhevatov with masochistic pleasure quoted favourite Michael Evgrafovicha: "Only those sciences extend light which
promote performance nachalstvennyh instructions".
And mum spoke in a warning way: "the Lash of a butt you will not overcome. Force and straw lomit".
But after all all of them were still absolutely young and full of strength! The sensation of dishonour tormented them and
oppressed, as if bad illness. Unsteady basok Galich burnt their conscience so that spirit intercepted. It was necessary to go
on the area. Also it was senseless - to go on the area. Not only and it is not simply terrible - senselessly! They were ready to
suffer, accept a flour for the sake of simplification of the conscience, but - for the sake of advantage of business, instead of
for the sake of a proud phrase or fine gesture. They have not been absolutely deprived concept about honour, but this
concept was for them, all the same, again: the twentieth century has moulded them and has brought up, and the nineteenth
only a reserve slightly of their soul a gold wing of the literature and destinies of the heroes. Life powerfully defined their
consciousness.
Business! Business - first of all. In effect, they on the education and in the most basis were - Bolsheviks. Commissioners in
dusty helmets. Knights of sacred business. They only have ceased to understand - which.
* PART the SECOND. The HAPPY BOY, FAREWELL! *1И mum has suddenly died.
The neigbour has caused it from work, it has come tearing along, but was late, it have already taken away. The horror froze
it, beat a shiver, the tooth on a tooth did not get (and day was hot, bright, disgustingly joyful). In a mum's room all has been
scattered and stirred, as if the trouble has swept on it with ruthless wheels. The bed remained is not cleaned... Table Boxes
are put forward, and the set of papers is scattered on a floor. And the breakfast rests are removed aside, and on a table a
basin with the cooled down water. He has understood that mum held the left hand so, suffered warm pains since morning in
hot water, they gave at it usually to a shoulder and in a hand, but this time the hot bath has not helped it......
In a hospital accident ward, huge and terrible as Dantovo a purgatory, patients restlessly wandered on tiled floors, them was
the set, the most different, but, mainly, old men and the old women thrown, to nobody necessary, obedient, silent, from all
released... There was no place to Sit, not numerous benches have been occupied everything, and those who could not
more neither go, nor sit already, lay and seemed dead... And mum, with the broken off heart, pale, planing, it is a little even
another's, too wandered here among other, being exhausted from a chest pain and in a hand. "Do not worry, - she has told
to it strictly and confidently. - all with me will be as it should be. This time I will not die yet. I promise"....
At night he could not fall asleep. Has come to its room, has knelt before bed which and has not dared to clean for some
reason (to it suddenly it seemed that it is impossible to do it, something will be broken, if it makes, something will go not so - it
became suddenly neoborimo superstitious), has put the person in a cold blanket and began to pray. All I will make that you
will want, he mentally spoke. I will give up smoking. I swear. I will smoke more sigarettes. Any inhaling... Also I will not drink
more wine-glasses... Also I will not write lines... What, to hell, mission? There is at me no mission. Also will not be. Also it is not
necessary. Let only all becomes as before... Larisku I will throw, he has thought with effort. He knew that mum disliked
Larisku. I will throw, he has told to itself(himself).