Aha, - Kondratyev has told. It has stopped. - here that, Nikolay Evseevich, - has told it resolutely, - I will call Zhenke Slavin
after the journey, and now we go to doctor Protosu.
Early in the morning Pol Bay has entered on streets of a farm "Volga-unicorn", people long looked to it following. pol it was
deliberately unshaven and barefooted. On a shoulder it bore sukovatuju a cudgel on which end the dusty boots connected
by a cord dangled. Near a trellised tower of microweather installation behind the Field the cyberyard keeper was co-
ordinated. Behind an openwork fence of one of small houses the many-voiced laughter, and the pretty girl standing on a
porch with a towel in hands was distributed, has enquired on all street: "From holy sites go, strannichek?" Now on the other
hand streets the question was heard: "And whether there is no opium for the people?" The invention went right wonderfully
well. pol has assumed a dignified air and has loudly started singing: are not terrible to me, the good fellow, Neither an icy
cold, nor a frost.
I On a stick In bumazhechke In a small basket For one thousand kilometres Protoptannoj tropinochkoj In pochinochku
Tirjam-pam-pam Have incurred boots! In the amazed silence the scared voice was distributed: "That it it?" Then Pol has
stopped, whether has pushed away a foot kibera and has asked in пространство:Не who knows where here to find
Alexander Kostylina? Some voices vpereboj have explained that "Sasha now most likely in laboratory, in be in that building".
Oshuju, - has added a lonely voice after a short pause.
pol has politely thanked and has moved further. The laboratory building was low, round, blue colour. In the doorway stood,
having leant against a jamb and having crossed on a hand breast, belobrysyj the freckled young man in a white dressing
gown. pol has risen on steps and has stopped. The belobrysyj young man looked at it serenely.
Can see I Kostylina? - Has asked Pol.