When she has fallen asleep, having calmed down, he has kissed her on the quiet sleeping person, has covered with a
winter raincoat with a fur edge and on tiptoe left, pritvoriv behind itself oppositely squeaked door. Having passed on the dark
house, has gone down in human and has told, looking over inclined in bow голов:Я took the housekeeper. A name to it
Kira. Will live above, at me.
Room that behind an office, tomorrow to tidy up carefully. The housekeeper to obey, as me. - it has looked round servants:
whether who was shown. Nobody was shown, listened with due respect. - and if who to stir behind collars begins, language I
will pull out! Having ended speech, it still some time has stood for impressiveness, has then turned and has again risen to
itself. In a drawing room covered with the rusty weapon, forced freakish, pierced zhuchkami furniture, it has risen at a
window and, looking at street, has leant a forehead against cold dark glass.
Have punched the first guards. In windows opposite lighted fixtures and closed shutters not to involve malicious people and
evil ghosts. It was silent, only once somewhere below an awful voice has shouted drunk - whether him undressed, whether
broke another's doors.
These evenings, nauseous, lonely, gloomy were the most terrible. We thought that it will be eternal fight, furious and
victorious. We considered that we will always keep fair ideas about good and harm, about the enemy and the friend.
And we thought in general correctly, only much have not considered. For example, these evenings did not imagine, though
precisely knew that they will be...
Iron has below rung out - pushed bolts, preparing for night. The cook prayed to sacred Mike that has sent what on is the
husband, only there would be a person independent and with concept. Old Muga yawned, fanning with a thumb. Servants
on kitchen finished drinking evening beer and gossiped, and Uno, gleaming bad eyes, spoke to them in an adult way:
"languages Will scratch, dogs you..." Rumata has receded from a window and has walked on a drawing room. It is hopeless,
he has thought. Any forces will not suffice to pull out them from a habitual circle of cares and representations. It is possible to
give to all of them. It is possible to lodge them in the advanced spektroglasovyh houses and to learn to their ionic
procedures, and all the same in the evenings they will gather on kitchen, to be cut in cards and to neigh over the neighbour
which is thrashed by the wife. Also there will be no for them the best pastime. In this sense don Kondor of the rights: Reba -
bosh, a trifle in comparison with a bulk of traditions, rules stadnosti, consecrated with centuries, firm, checked up, accessible
to any numskull from the numskulls releasing from necessity to think and be interested. And don Reba will not get, probably,
even to the school program. "The small adventurer during an epoch of strengthening of an absolutism".