And can be, in general anything it was not? Worked to itself on the basic speciality, wrote the programs, did career - it after
all and doctor's for these years has protected, and zavsektorom has become, eventually... It after all was always
hardworking, and always it liked its work.
And can be, there was ALL IT TOGETHER and still much what I am not capable even to guess? I do not know.
We have left it then as if for ever and, really, did not see long, - more than three years. Before my first holiday. You remember,
I have arrived and have brought to you a board masaja and the present African spear? It also was the first my arrival when I
have met it again. Before we did not correspond at all. I did not wish to risk, did not wish to draw excessive attention to
myself, did not wish to draw to it excessive attention though, generally, always could refer to office necessity to keep in touch
with a potential valuable shot. But I did not want, that still someone knew about it, got accustomed to it, took it on the
control. Vedmaka in my night nightmares sufficed me also. By the way, here with Vedmakom I just tried to start
correspondence, but without special success: I have sent it three letters, he has answered me one and only, using a
convenient opportunity, - pismetso it has appeared pustjakovenkoe, any foolish requests concerning souvenirs, and then it,
having received the souvenirs, and has at all become silent.
I have called the owner in the first day. Could not suffer more. As if itself lines got a spring of my impatience. (Your mum then
even has suspected wrong, there was a weight of additional complexities, but it is special history, here again to it not a
It seemed to me that it has grown stout and has grown fat. Has treated me not with tea, as during former times, and vodka
(under a yesterday's boiled potato with salt).
Spoke it is not enough, listened more, but its reticence was obviously not from hostility to me or there, God forbid, suspicions,
and from what good-natured indifference, and its attentiveness to my stories ate, perhaps, from this a source. It had obviously
a drink, and it has already started to postpone the print for its person. However, at desire it was possible to catch in this
good-natured indifference and something majestic. Before me the person who is very knowing the own worth and
consequently - indifferent to all to the rest sat.
However, when speech came about the politician, it revived a little. He has obviously grown fond to think and talk on these
themes. On cheeks there was a flush, eyes inflamed, in speeches there was a negligence and abruptness of the person
convinced and well knowing about what speaks. He believed that all of us we sit at deadlock, in a history closet, dusty and
hopeless ("together with brooms and garbage cans..."). Gerontokratija. Middle age of governors comes nearer to seventy -
age of weariness, a satiety and indifference.
Age of death, as a matter of fact. As early as a year-two - and all will definitively fall down: they will start to die one after
another, there will come the time of troubles, and at all time, and bezvremene. The country gradually creeps in an agony. Oil
runs low, and it is blood of our economy, at factories - the equipment of the beginning of the century. And anybody about a
finger will not strike a finger. To what? What are capable to change a state of affairs, at all do not wish it to do, and what
changes thirst, are not capable to change anything... One only remains hope - army. Unique real force in the country, kept
mobility potential. No, certainly, on generals of hope it is not enough - they same old, full and motionless, as well as our
politicians, yes they also are already politicians, instead of military men... But here youth, companions colonels, - these yes!
Young blood rages, so it would be desirable to straighten a coat hanger, and prospects any - deadlock, a closet...