Michael Antonovich has shaken a head.
What you, Volodenka, - have told it silently. - and as you do not understand, smart guy, you will die - and all. And after all
after you people remain, friends.
You know, how it it will be bitter? And you only about itself, Volodenka, all about itself.
Eh, Misha, - has told Jurkovsky, - it would not be desirable me to argue with you.
Tell you to me better, Alexey will agree or not? - Yes he, in my opinion, has already agreed, - Michael Antonovich has told. -
Unless you do not see? I know it, fifteen years by one ship.
The Jurkovsky was again ran on a room.
You though, Michael, wish to fly or not? - He has cried. - or you too... You "agree"? - Very much it would be desirable, -
Michael Antonovich has told and has reddened. - at parting.
JUra stacked a suitcase. He never properly was able to keep within, and now in addition hurried up, that it was
imperceptible, as it would not like to leave with "Tahmasiba". Ivan stood nearby and to what was sad to think that now it is
necessary to say goodbye to it and that they more never will meet. JUra anyhow pushed in a suitcase linen, writing-books
with abstracts, books - including "Road of roads" about which Bulls has told: "When this book will start to be pleasant to
you, can consider itself as the adult". Ivan, whistling, cheerful eyes watched Juroj. JUra, at last, has closed a suitcase, has
sadly inspected a cabin and has told: - That's all, it seems.
Well, time everything, we will go to say goodbye, - Zhilin has told.
It took a weightless suitcase from Jury, and they have gone on a ring corridor, by ten-kilogramme dumbbells floating in air, by
per capita, by kitchen, whence smelt as porridge, in a wardroom. In a wardroom was only Jurkovsky. It sat at an empty table,
having clasped palms zalysuju a head, and before it the lonely pure sheet of paper lay pressed to a table clips.
Vladimir Sergeevich, - has told Jura. Jurkovsky has lifted a head.
And, the cadet, - has told it, is sad smiling. - well, allow to say goodbye.