- So, - I not so have with conviction confirmed.
   - You go shares? - Has suddenly asked Vojtseh.
   I was restive.
   - He still thinks! You know, how many will pull letters? One million. So what for to us
Dzevochku somewhere to carry? Ourselves will squeeze out them of it. And one million somebody
Yes will pay.
   - mnogovato, - I have doubted.
   - Skobar, - has contemptiously stretched Vojtseh. - Yes here all fathers of emigration
On one dustbin. The dead man such about them has given out, what even at our brother on
To comparison with them angelic wings sprout. And Kopetsky yes
Kryhljakam and in general the khan - only publish. Either a chair, or a lattice.
   JAnek, almost all road silent, has stopped the car. We left at a show-window
With a familiar inscription on a windowpane. Only instead of "Mariam Zhuber" was
It is written by the same black paint: "Adam Dzevochko". And more low followed in that
Order already traditional: "Kava, herbata, domove chastka".
   The bar has not been locked, but already closed. Tables and chairs stood the overturned
Against each other, and wet sawdust was swept away from a floor by the young Italian with the black
Tanks.