The idiot! - he has told.
All has proved to be true, - without paying attention, choking with a saliva, has hissed Hripun. - Just. At two o'clock in the
morning. To me has informed Serafima.
I congratulate. Now all of them at us - here so! Was it seems that Hripun has lifted the squeezed chubby fist and has fiercely
shaken by it.
The idiot! - has repeated Deniss.
And that? - Anything! - on your place, Alexander Ivanovich, I would not quarrel, - primirjajushche and simultaneously with
threat in a voice have said Hripun. - After all Bolihat has died? After all so? And Sinelnikov too has died? Well - we will meet
tomorrow at institute...
The idiot! - Denisov in a mute tube has told.
Has wiped salty mokrotu from a forehead. The corridor was bent by a yellow infernal gut for a corner, and the chain of oil
doors was bent together with it. The idiot! He has recollected, how suddenly turned pale person Bolihata as that has heavily
fallen on the begun to creak chair and what for perelistnul a calendar spotted with notes has become covered by the same
small and dense perspiration yesterday. - means, this night? - Today Argen Borisovich. - it is exact? - It is exact. Forgive me, -
Denisov has told. It has been squeezed out, as always after "puncture" and did not think that it is necessary to speak. - yes
is not present, that, - has answered, pogodja, Bolihat and has frowned, as from a toothache. - it is unexpected, the truth. But
it is always unexpected. It is good that have told. Thanks. - Denisov has risen and left on tiptoe, having reserved the
hardened figure in a brown striped suit with the hitched up shoulders in which slowly and hopelessly the management head
left square grey-haired cut under a baize shishkovataja. Them was two in an office, and it could swear that Bolihat will not
utter half-words, but in an hour burning hearings as if invisible underground fire, have started to spread on all four floors of a
brick building of institute.
The sentence, has thought Denisov. The tenth sentence. And can be, the twelfth.