What could she understand? Could understand philosophy of the small person which by thirty years has reached nothing,
has finished nothing, even anywhere did not work day. It was a typical pettiness, but dreamt not to be this pettiness, dreamt
to make something not ordinary, bright that about it have started talking. Here also made periodically murder at an entrance.
In words, certainly. Where to it. Even itself kill plainly could not. Cut veins - not dorezal, stuck to itself a knife in a stomach,
but it is superficial, and has slashed with the razor on a throat - so, slightly, a skin only has damaged, even an artery has not
touched. But all in scars: the Viking-soldier. One more joy - to leave on a balcony at night:
35. In children's photos we always together. And it was necessary, as a matter of fact: I will grow, it in all I will protect, in all to
it I will help. The Darling admitted conversation that wanted me... To kill. When mum has brought me from maternity home,
the Darling has seen the small being, all attention parental, all love parental distracted on itself, and has decided that will kill
me. But and has not killed. It was small. It have not prepared to that is fast at it there will be a brother, it will be necessary to
care of it, to it have not told that he should be loved that it grows your future defender, your future assistant. The darling in
what it is not guilty. It was small.
We sat next, children's photos looked. I did not see their twenty five years. Even on it it held the monopoly. But me for a long
time any more did not touch, who than owns. I Owned Incommensurably big. I dreamt to tell to sister That will pull out from a
hole and it, both Petechku, and Sashu Kesareva.
She has listened. Like. Also has told:
- I here have bought the book one. The author - Vitaly Volchkov. I have written it the letter. Has written about Petechke,
about Kesareve, about itself. I asked the help. And he has answered. But it is necessary to me two hundred dollars.
Consultation of Volchkova costs two hundred dollars. I do not know, where them to take...
It has tenderly spent a hand on my hand:
- You to me result mad millionaires, as last time more. Perhaps it once again will come...
36. From this, what Greja has faced, having flown somehow in the twenty fourth century from Rozhdestva I.H., one thing has
amazed It to the depths. Its shock waited with what not the comparable.