No, children, - the snow has told. - I should go. - it has heavily risen and has again filled with itself all kitchen. - I will go, dmitry
alekseevich, spend me... Good night, lidochka. Was glad to get acquainted.
They have moved to a vestibule. Maljanov all tried to persuade him to remain on a small bottle, but snow only wound
sedogrivoj a head and negatively lowed. In the doorway it it is suddenly loud произнес:да, dmitry alekseevich! I promised
you one book...
pojdemte, I will give to you...
"What is the book?" - wished to ask maljanov, but snow has pressed a thick finger to lips and has carried away it through
a platform to the apartment. This thick finger so has amazed maljanova that it has followed for snow, as a lamb. Silently, still
holding maljanova for an elbow, snow nasharil a free hand the key in a pocket also has opened a door. On all apartment at it
light - both in a hall, and in both rooms, and on kitchen, and even in a bathroom burnt.
Smelt as an inveterate tobacco smoke and threefold cologne, and maljanovu has suddenly come to mind that for all five
years of acquaintance it, perhaps, never here was not. In a room where snow it has entered, it was pure and it is tidied up
and all lamps - a tee under a ceiling, a floor lamp in a corner over a sofa and even a small lamp on a table burnt. On a chair
back hung kitel with silver epaulets of the engineer-colonel and with the whole collection of medal laths.
It appears, ours arnold palych - the colonel... So-so-so! What book? - Has asked at last maljanov.
Any, - take here this and have control over not to forget... Also let's sit down for a minute.
In full obaldenii maljanov took from a table thick volume and, having clamped it under the arm, has fallen on a sofa at a
floor lamp. Arnold palych villages nearby also has now lighted. On maljanova he did not look.
Means so... - it Has hooted. - means so... First of all. What it for the woman? Lidochka? I to you have told: the girlfriend of
the wife. And what? You well know it? No... Only today has got acquainted. It has arrived with the letter... - Maljanov has
faltered and has scaredly asked: - and you that, think, it...
The snow has interrupted him.
I will ask. Time at us is not present. Over what you now work, dmitry alekseevich? Maljanov at once has recollected valku
vajngartena, and it has again captured a bad chill. He has told, is curve ухмыльнувшись:что today all are interested, over
what I work...
And who else? - Has quickly asked snow, drilling with its small dark blue eyes. - it? Maljanov has shaken by a head.
No... Vajngarten... My friend.
Vajngarten... - Snow has frowned. - Vajngarten...
Yes is not present! - Has told maljanov. - I well know it, at school together studied, till now we are on friendly terms...