It is interesting, how Vanechka, for example, imagines movement of the Crank of Destiny? The owner costs, having
hardened the person, having concentrated and natseljas a sight, and in focus - the villain who is subject razmozzheniju.
The silent course of the Lever shining from greasing, and - a skull scatters on pieces, brains - a fan, feet of a headless
corpse, and the villain - poverzhen break become rag. In my opinion, something like it was imagined by Venik Ivanych - its
daddy, a kingdom to it heavenly. And Vanechka has read a daddy's diary and - has believed......
It is curious that my Fate as if has trained in the course of time and began to work by a principle of the maximum profitability.
(Again - profitability. A principle of Hamilton-Okkama. Any absence of width of nature). Even when I left "on free hunting"...
No to recollect it I do not want. What the hell I should dig in manure of own idiocies?. Anyway now it is all looks at all how in
former, young years. Now it looks more than economically: small nekrozik, microscopic jazvochka in Varolievom to the bridge
- and all affairs... Yes only I here not and, here that all of you do not wish to understand, lapushki you my trustful, mystics
materialistic, religious you my pragmatists...
(Last time it was so: eyes at it have dropped out - as if HAVE poured out - from eye-sockets and have hung on threads... Or
have stuck... To a cheek, to a neck under a chin... Here here me also has turned inside out... But it was one only once, in
the first and in last - summer, hot, stuffy, sick, feverous, white even at night when my madness wandered in me, abruptly got
mixed up on powerless hatred to destiny, to the world, to itself, to all on light...)...
Anything, it is fast all of you you will see in nature, adherents my shaggy.
Minutes through ten-fifteen, in any way more. There will be there, of course, no blockage, and even a simple log across road
not will, and especially there will be no there an anti-tank mine: Vakulinu, Grob Uljanychu-Adihmantichu, the car is necessary,
in a natural kind, instead of burnt corpses mixed up with burnt iron. Will be, most likely, as well as our brave Ivan-pancake-
Susanin, old, not particularly since what is vigilant-confidential times late here predicts, a barrier and, - the gloomy badly
shaved muzhiks leave suddenly ice darkness and will bar the road. Here here also will earn a ruthless Crank of my mysterious
Hardly. From what it suddenly? Where danger? Where a barrier to my plans and what?. Yes I will give them the car! One - in
general without any arguments. And will insist, and both. To base - heels of kilometres, on foot doshkandybaem as pretty.
Really to kill each other we become because of it?. Here that and it: "really". It I in such here a situation would not began to
kill anybody, and that will solve my Fate, only the Fate and knows one. If. If anybody. And can be, and He does not know.
(Whether the coin knows, an eagle or reshkoj it now will fall?) the Destiny hand the useful piece, but sometimes irritates and
humiliates, as well as any Hand - another's, hairy, inconsiderately fatherlike, sponsoring, pushing and supporting....
It is strange that I am afraid of nothing. Here already it is a lot of years. It is wrong.