Well, make the mutton soup. With garlic. And with macaroni.
Soporific and laxative in one bottle. Not only it is harmful, but also it is tasty.
Timothy Evseevich of anything has not answered it, only was accepted actively brjakat by any plates-pans, and then has
suddenly started singing a thin voice: CHomu to me nja to sing, chomu nja to hoot, If in maej hatanke paradock idet?.
Painful heat was definitively established and now stood around, air streamed and worried over east slope, and suddenly
there have silently arisen and as if spotty cow hulks, the horns, wagging tails, dribbling muzzles have floated through this
trembling. Vadim, zadremyvaja in an armchair, watched them sticking together eyes. And Timothy Evseevich pulled all, all
itched is sad and without ceasing: the Front sight on akoshechke on cymbals be, the Spider on stenochke kresanki tke.
CHomu to me nja to sing, chomu nja to hoot, If in maej hatanke paradock idet?.
Then it suddenly has torn off itself(himself) and has told as though bewildered: - We go? Vadim has there and then woken
up and has listened. It was audible nothing, except kerosene stove hissing.
Cannot be, - he has told. - whence? Two hours still are not present.
And I say to you that I hear. The car goes. Therefrom.
Vadim has again listened. It seems, and any extraneous sounds really were distributed, but it would be too good to be the
truth, and - from superstition and from pure obstinacy - he has told: - Yes there can not be it. It has clearly been told: not
earlier than nineteen, and is faster - later.
Well-well, - Timothy Evseevich has easily agreed. - Let will be takochki...
It stood in the middle of the economy (kerosene stoves, plates, bowls, plugs - of a spoon, a bucket, the canister) and,
having combined both hands a peak, looked at the south, aside roads. He agreed exclusively and only because has been
assured of the unconditional correctness. And the more confidently he felt, the agreed is easier. To the opponent it was
necessary most, personally, without any additional arguments and it, Timofeevyh, efforts to be convinced that posramlen. It
Timothy Evseevicha had such aerobatics of conducting debate. On any theme.
On road, because of a green hillock, the automobile roof has seemed, and at once has become clearly that the great
debater and the winner has given this time to a move - the roof was black, shining, magnificent, absolutely in these parts
inappropriate: a roof of the big, rich, very rich, indecently rich car.
Then and the car has appeared - has crept out with natugoj because of a hillock - black, sparkling on the sun, gloomy
magnificent "jeep-grand-cheroki", "an overland cruiser", on a belt closed up with the grey dried up dirt. Has crept out and at
once has stopped as if further to go to spirit to it did not suffice, some seconds, ustavjas all twenty headlights, sidelights and
projectors have stood motionlessly, and have then opened at once four doors and were accepted slowly and as though
unwillingly to throw up from itself passengers.
Who such? - Timothy Evseevich has asked. In its voice there was a fear.