What you here do?! - has exclaimed sensej, looking on strahagen - that almost with horror. - as? You - here? - I sobivajus
pviobvesti this charitable institution, - have explained strahagent, coming nearer with a smile already obviously benevolent
and even more strongly burring. - actually, I it already pviobvel. You can me pozdvavit: the owner! - I congratulate, - has told
sensej with a kind of full and hopeless misunderstanding.
Thanks. I hope, you pozdvavljaesh me are sincere? Sensej has published an uncertain sound, and Robert has suddenly
seen the enemy bodyguard - that stood rooted to the ground, hands on seams and ate strahagenta (the head physician?
The owner?) devoted eyes. Something has come like a classical mute scene: the stunned bodyguard, pochtitelnejshe stood
in poses of unconditional readiness doctors, sensej, nothing understanding, and in the middle - complacently and horribly
smiling person with the person black-red and shining, as if a head of expensive pipe.
And here the chamber door has suddenly swung open, and in a corridor the motley invalid has left in the carriage, on a
shoulder it held a roll of a transparent fabric, and a carriage to it the witch with a sallow face, half-opened become hollow a
mouth and red eyes rolled skrjuchennaja.
"To you I speak: rise", - the invalid stridently and likujushche as if in a pipe has sounded has proclaimed, - "take your bed
and go to your house"! To everyone yes it will be rendered on its belief! Anybody has not had time to come round, and
nobody has had time even to be surprised, how knees of the woman have broken, it has thrown the terrible person with
having grown stiff - shimi suddenly eyes and was tumbled down on a carpet - softly and silently as skilled epileptics are able
to fall. Or the alcoholics who have lost at last sense of the equilibrium.
Perhaps, all the same you will light? - Has asked Tengiz cautiously.
No. I will refrain. I think, it now will come.
Robert tried to speak whenever possible easy. Before eyes it had Tatyana Olegovna - as it falls backwards, having thrown
to a ceiling the dead person... And fluttering white dressing gowns running to it from different directions... And disturbing any
calls still jingled in ears, and inarticulate hubbub of many voices, and shrill muffled orders: "container-ra-zepam, strujno!", and
a terrible voice of the strahagenta-owner: "Go - from the shaggy! Brains in a head have struck? Kvetin bezgvamotnyj!." And
over all it is a dry unshakable voice senseja: "Go to the car. I ask you - in the car!" - a voice komandora, and at feet
shivered, senile lean feet in narrow trousers in a strip...
Absolutely badly? - Has asked Tengiz sympathetically.
Yes good it is not enough, - Robert has murmured.
If precisely to know that to the person occurs after death, - Tengiz has told thoughtfully, - for what to live did not become.
To the person after death occurs nothing. Everything that then occurs, occurs already to a corpse.
Therefore here also we creak pomalenku, - Tengiz has told.
Do not philosophise. You are not able.
Also I do not gather. Simply I distract you from gloomy thoughts.