Two or even three - moved, and one in general has risen and, being bent in painful tearing apart cough, reeling, almost from
feet falling for this cough, went now away, somewhere, far away from here...
Well? - Petjunja impatiently has told. He, probably, still waited from the Ale-de-preza of revelations. Petjunja there was a
simple person: obosralis - it is fine, give though the information any we will collect. "What exactly has occurred? How?
Where settled down? How has left?." The ale-de-prez has forced itself to move - has once again looked round (anything
new has not found out), has rounded a body, the shivering dog was put to it in feet by a sad muzzle, it has cautiously
rounded also a dog (has for a moment thought: here whom now to interrogate - this, probably, all saw), on snow along
bushes there were many dog traces, human was not absolutely, and on that party of a bush snow and at all lay the
untouched. It seems that scorched directly from a path, because of a back of it... Which with a poodle... Over his head and
over crowd: the balustrade from here was perfectly looked through, theatrically shined with projectors. Has blurted out and -
has left to itself, without hurrying up, towards Beloberezovoj, where lanterns - time-two and obchelsja and where it, most
likely, had a car. And can be, and upwards on parkway has left - easy, on a path, without a panic and vanity, between trees,
between dogs and dog lovers...
I here that do not understand, - he has told Petjune. - After all I have scented it. Unequivocally. But why I have been
assured, what nothing can be made? Neither to cover, nor to hide - anything. It was hopeless, you understand?.
He has become silent, because neither to tell, nor to explain plainly it all the same was able nothing. And senseless it there
was an invention - to have a talk with Petjunej. At what here Petjunja? You the explanations reserve better on the future, he
has thought unfriendly. You should explanatory write now all life... "The best friend of the president", the prick-sinner... And
what I could, is asked? My business small: I should scent it.
Has scented? Has scented. Also what? And anything! Nothing could be made. Here it to me never and to explain to nobody,
he has thought with despair. How to explain, whence I knew that nothing could be made...
And you? - He has told Petjune. - Really saw nothing? Absolutely? (Petjunja pomotal ruddy cheeks.) absolutely anything? He
did not wait for the serious answer. For what reason? But Petjunja has suddenly answered - quite seriously though and it is
short. He saw nothing. All was absolutely normal, and then he has heard "atas", there and then (under the instruction) has
turned to cover "body", but the Professor already fell - as stood, with the lifted hand, - fell on a back, and it was there and
then picked up by Fanas with Toljanom.
... And you were kneeling and like would try to get over for a handrail, and have then turned also villages a back. And,
seemingly, it was there and then cut down clean...
And a shot did not see? - There was no shot.
And what was? - And the horse-radish was not, - Petjunja Fedorchuk has told. - Suddenly all have started to fall, and others
have shouted and ran there-here as cockroaches... Yes there was you, kaz-zel! - it has hissed with hatred and has kicked
sideways a poodle who has again tried to come nearer.