The bungler, - has told it. - I have forgotten stones on a table at the managing director.
Bela has laughed.
Well, now you any more will not see them, - he has told. - Someone becomes hozjajchikom.
The hell with them, - has told Jurkovsky. - And nerves at you... e-e... Bela, really... The unimportant.
Zhilin has laughed loudly.
As it its chair!.
And it is true, a disgusting physiognomy? - Has asked Bela.
No why, - Zhilin has told. - very cultural and affable person.
The Jurkovsky has fastidiously noticed: - the Polite impudent fellow. And what here premises, companions, and? What
palace otgrohali, and death-planetchiki live in the lift! No, I will be engaged in it, I so will not leave it.
Wish to have dinner? - Has asked Bela.
No to have dinner we will go on "Tahmasib". All Now will come to an end this bother...
My God, - Bela has pensively told. - to Sit behind a table with normal good people, not to hear neither about dollars, nor
about actions, that all people cattle... Vladimir Sergeevich, - has beggarly told it, - you here though would send me
Suffer it is a little more, Bela, - has told Jurkovsky. - This shop will soon be closed.
By the way about actions, - Zhilin has told. - here, probably, now in a radio cabin bedlam...
For certain, - Bela has told. - Sell and buy turn to the radio operator.
Eyes on a forehead, muzzles in soap... Oh, when I from here will get out!.
All right, all right, - has told Jurkovsky. - Give, I will look all reports. - Bela has gone to the safe. - by the way, Bela, will turn out
here from somebody though more or less decent managing director? Bela dug in the safe.
Why, - he has told. - It will turn out, certainly. Engineers here - people in general quite good. Hozjajchiki.
At a door have knocked. Gloomy Dzhoshua stuck round by plasters has entered.
pojdemte, Mr. the inspector, - has told it gloomy. Jurkovsky, groaning, has risen.
pojdemte, - he has told.
Dzhoshua has stretched it the opened palm.
You there have forgotten stones, - he has gloomy told. - I have collected. And that at us here the people different.
10. "TAHMASIB". HUGE FLUCTUATION There was an hour of usual employment before dinner. JUra pined over "the
Course of the theory of metals". Tousled sleepy Jurkovsky inertly looked through the next report. From time to time he
voluptuously yawned, delicately covering a mouth with a palm. Bulls sat in the armchair and read up last magazines. There
was a twenty fourth day of travelling, somewhere in between an orbit of Jupiter and Saturn.
"Change of a crystal lattice kadmievogo type depending on temperature in the field of small temperatures is defined, how we
saw, a parity..." - read Jura. He has thought: "it is interesting, what happens, when at Alexey Petrovicha last magazines will
come to an end?" He has recollected the story of Kolduella, as the guy in a midday sun sostrugival a knife a small stick and
as all waited that will be when the stick will come to an end. It has sprinkled, and during the same moment Jurkovsky has
sharply turned to Bykovu.