It was all "alphabet", but it were its "capital letters". Four persons. The fifth - the Turkman. They shouted so that in ears at
me soap bubbles burst. Cacophony precisely beyond the grave. Radenie switches. Glossolalii.
New Babylon. I could not check up - whether they read the caused text or meaningly deform it to avoid the criminal liability.
Under the scenario, in the text Sivers should be engaged. But typewritten matrixes have been scattered on all room, and
Sivers instead of watching correctness, gently embraced me and whispered hotly, as to the beloved: - Chatterdzhi, copper
mines... Them have transported there... Will perish one after another, it is inevitable - Trismegist, Shinna, Petrus... - Why? - I
have asked. - it is too much pain... - the American group of psychics Was a question of "Ahuramazde". I almost did not hear
it in dreadful raznogolositse voices. - I see, I see, sweet divine Ligejju! - as abnormal cried out Kljachka, shaking in air by the
spread wide palms, thin and furious, as if a witch. Burnosyj groaned, compressing whisky, and Obrazina impetuously cried
and did not wipe some plentiful tears. The person at it was mortally pale, nezdorovee, jellylike. There came reaction. Now all
of them will cry. At the ending radenija necessarily there are hysteria elements. I looked, how the walls of a room covered
with carpets turn over. Me swayed. A light edge of consciousness I understood that here not everything is all right.
Experiment has obviously jumped out for office frameworks. It was necessary to undertake something urgently. I did not
remember - that? The doctor who should observe of procedure, shamefully slept. And Beklin too - vytarashchiv blue eyes. As
if was surprised. - to stop! - I have told to myself. Distinctly smelt as fresh cucumbers. The head of Beklina has softly shaken
and upada on a breast.
He has died just, maybe, a second ago, and it seemed to me that pulse on a warm hand is still audible. The situation was
catastrophic. The sleepy wave of faintness walked on rooms. Phone was necessary to me. Where here at them phone?
Here there should be phone! I uncontrollably and promptly failed in roaring blackness. Phone stood on a bedside table
behind a vertical case. What there number? However, not important. Number was not required. The huge world wide web of
multi-coloured wires has arisen before me. Wires shivered and were bent, as if live, - red, dark blue, green, - and in places of
merges bulked up moving osminozhi blots. I am confident, as the opened book, read them. Here it is lines of our area, and
here schemes of city communications, and here they pass in long-distance, and from here communication with the main
European switchboard, and further away a lilac brightly shone cable goes through Poland, Czechoslovakia and Austria on
Appeninsky peninsula.