What century platitude, however: eat not to be eaten......
I do not wish to think of it. Let THEY think of it. Yes only they do not think of it never. They absolutely not often think.
Estimate, kumekajut, mozgujut, furychat, seize, sekut, are cut - yes. But do not think.
What for?. I perfectly well remember this remarkable condition of spirit, it was necessary when to think as though the
UNECONOMICAL. Economical it was necessary - to trust. And then, after a while, so economical has become not to trust.
To anybody. Neither in what. Nor for any gingerbreads...
He was silent, Vanechka too. He - would not like to speak and there is nothing was. And Vanechke had no time for that.
Vanechka held speed about forty.
This insignificant speed seemed huge and dangerous to go was - on this road faster - simply it is impossible. The road was
narrow, twisting and broken.
It did not repair years, probably, twenty, and can be and in general never.
Gloomy, black thickets, wet and naked, having lighted up oranzhevo-white, threateningly jumped out from darkness towards
and, having frightened, left in darkness, having flashed at parting red and dark blue fires flashing majachkov.
Shook and threw all time, - did not shake, did not sing lullabies, and threw, shook and threw - no supersprings of "adiabatic
curve" helped, and when to Vanechka, after next zubodrobitelnogo a pothole, tried to pass to a pillow - так suddenly
brought that it seemed already - everything, the end, doigralis-have got into a mess...
Ahead sometimes appeared because of turn and again behind turn Michael's is gloomy-red fires disappeared. On this road of
its advantage were obvious - the class of the PRO affected. Vanechka there was a good driver, even probably excellent,
but Michael was - DROVE. To catch up with it here it was impossible, though for Vanechka, probably, and made an effort
(secretly): struck on direct sites, juvelirno it was entered in turns, uzhom crawled between ruts, but - where there. "That? - He
has asked it, without having kept. - Kisla chicken meat?" "Yes well, - Vanechka carelessly, but instantly has answered. - yes
I had its one thousand times..." And ruby wide strips of Majklovyh of lanterns have ahead blinked the next time scornfully and
again have disappeared behind turn.
Places here were wild, but not at all uninhabited. Suddenly that to the left straight lines to the right left, military cleanliness
and straightness, a glade - with a good covering, dvuhrjadnye, but - anywhere. The darkness was there in the long term, or
yellow unintelligible sparks blinked: whether gloomy locks of local farmers-latifundistov, whether hozdvory any unknown -
semilegal plantations of a hemp and a poppy, hothouse fields, mysterious basker-farms...
Once on a roadside has got the padded semimoved down in ditch padded and burnt out armoured troop-carrier with
hatches, open in horror and despair. Whether sent it there was general Malnychem an armored troop-carrier? Yes is not
present, hardly is there was something old, considerably acquired wild bushes, a trace of any ancient dismantling thoroughly
forgotten partially already. Strange places. Strange at us in Russia places, and absolutely nearby, no distance, from a
civilisation come across......