Shakes... - Maljanov as if justifying has told. - we very much are not pleasant to Someone...
Dmitry Alekseevich, - Lidochka quietly has told. - go now to sleep.
The voice at it was that is called, "iron", in a skilled ear of Maljanova did not catch in it a hope shade. In itself it, maybe, also
would not stop it, but... All was not how should be and happens usually in similar cases. And sharp ruthless light in a window -
as if a curious projector. Both shaking walls, and rustle of the plaster showered somewhere from tremors. And the woman in
bed... Not the woman sat there, having straightened, having driven by shovels into the corner, - the witch it sat, muffling up
in a bed-sheet. The dry skin hardly fitted the person, and an upper teeth - whether in a smile, lja in a grin any was bared.
So directly and to sleep... - Maljanov has silly told, shifting from one foot to the other. - early still to sleep. Let children sleep.
Lidochka silently looked at it. A witch on interrogation.
Well you really! - he has told, slightly priobodrjas. - Lydia! A disgusting mussel! Its person has trembled, it as if would relax
What do you look at me, how a witch on interrogation? - He has stepped forward and it has appeared on a couch edge. The
woman has again strained and hardly was removed.
- Well it is fine. Well I will not be. As you want. I will go then to work. Today all the day long did not allow to work. As from a
chain have broken, the word of honour. At first - phone calls. Then this figure with the frozen lobster. Then Vecherovsky it
Then I, - have told Lidochka silently.
Then you, - have agreed Maljanov.
And who it now came? The neighbour.
What for? Yes so... Nonsense different. About you asked, by the way.
Also what you to it have told? Has told: she is one my acquaintance vedmochka... - Maljanov has made a purring sound,
undertaking some prospecting actions.
And it? And it... Any nonsenses asked... About the general acquaintances...
And you? Maljanov has not answered.
He has woken up in the morning from a shot. The shot has gasped at it directly over an ear so it has jumped up on an
ottoman and villages looking around. In a room all was, as yesterday, but from the opened window any hubbub reached,
engines there growled, the high pitched voice repeated: "do not create an obstacle...
Pass... Pass faster... "And any vague hubbub reached because of an entrance door, from a ladder platform.
Maljanov has jumped off from an ottoman and first of all it was put out in a window. At an entrance the people crowded, were
motionless and fidgeted, being attached more conveniently, numerous cars: militian PMG with a flasher, "fast", a GAZ car
Snow and four more "Volga" - three propylennye, crumpled, black and one newcomer, it is dazzling the white. Half proezzhej
parts it has been partitioned off by all. Passing cars braked, stopped, the GAI officer with a staff drove them away, shouting a
high pitched voice. White "Volga" suddenly gazanula, from an exhaust pipe the ball of a light smoke has taken off, has shot
deafeningly, and "Volga" has decayed...
Maljanov has somehow put on and has jumped out on a ladder platform.
Here, it appears, too it was full to the people. Maljanov has learnt "someone from neighbours, but were also unfamiliar, and
all of them concentrated about wide open apartment Snow. There was there among other a major of militia, the sergeant of
militia, two in the civilian, the doctor in a white dressing gown and dvornichiha...
What happens? - Maljanov has asked the recent old man from apartment from below.
The death has happened, my dear, - solemnly and is sad the old man has said. - death, smart guy... The Trouble what, and?
Who?. With whom? Snow, Arnold Pavlovicha, you knew? From the eleventh apartment...
Well?! Has died. All. Has died.
Not... Cannot be... - Maljanov has uttered indistinctly, growing cold.