She has shuddered from unexpectedness, then has turned and has shaken given a hand the friend. The thin, young-looking
guy with modelling appearance was the musician. When they for the first time it have got to talking, found out that in one of
newspapers of Santaji the material about their collective has been published.
- You are able, - She has answered. - Only you do not want. And what?
- Tomorrow storm, - Tvilit poter lips. - to penal brigades allocate some jeeps. By the car will be more chances to survive.
She has kept silent.
- You will smoke? - Has asked Tvilit.
- I do not smoke, - have with astonishment said She.
- Yesterday so it not seemed to me, - Tvilit has objected. - Has smoked at me half-packs.
- It was necessary to distract on something, - has shrugged shoulders of She.
For about a minute they have kept silent. Tvilit it was tightened by a cigarette and villages on the cracked soil.
- Who could think, - the first it has broken silence, - that I will be at war in shtrafbrigade with the First Minister.
She only pokival in the answer.
- Let's go to muzhiks, - Tvilit has told and has resolutely risen, click having sent the finished smoking cigarette in a dust.
She has obediently followed it. Read and the Philosopher sat under the shade of the black tank and by turns moved figures
on a dust. Sheu this game and consequently he seldom took in it part was not pleasant. They with Tvilitom have sat down
and have leant back on the cool reservation.