"It is happy. It in general - the happy boy. After all he nichegoshenki does not know, - neither bad, nor good.
He does not know still that in its week the bloody diarrhoeia - last zvonochek in his life will strike. Its organism will cease to
Two days it will be without consciousness. To it will seem that it - the Fox; the Fox has constructed a small house; the Fox
wishes to enter into the small house; the Fox cannot enter into the small house because the small house costs at the Fox on
a nose... And the Fox so it is painful, so it is hopeless, so passionately it would be desirable to enter... In a small house, in a
small house... In a small house...
For the third day Amalia Mihajlovna will come and will bring a vial with a rather turbid colourless liquid. In a vial will be
BAKTERIOFAG - the devourer of bacteria.
To the boy will give a table spoon, and on following put its nightmares will stop. Together with a bloody diarrhoeia. The boy
again it is necessary to live.
(Whence at Amalia Mihajlovny undertook bakteriofag? Anybody never and has not guessed to ask it about it. Perhaps, it
and is unimportant, eventually. And can be, on the contrary very important... Whence in general on a way of the boy this
Amalia Mihajlovna whom DEFINITELY should undertook were shoot even in the autumn, but have not shot, have let out,
she has endured the Big House, she has worried December and January and in addition it has appeared the owner
bakteriofaga?. Very difficultly and even it is impossible to separate important from unimportant, so far as concerns
superposition of improbable events...) He does not know, as it, and its mum remain are live and there will live as early as more
many years, without looking on what. It the happy boy.
He does not know that now here, at this particular time, is far in the north of a city its father, ordinary the home guards, the
swelled up, terrible, acquired grey-haired dirty beard, prisypannyj fresh snow, has leant a shoulder against the platform filled
up with snow, loaded the snow-covered burnt tank, its stiffened hands on-dvornitski sunuty in sleeves, an armpit it holds,
pressing to itself, an educational three-ruler of the sample of 1891 with cut brisk and with primknutym a trihedral bayonet (with
same it is exact, but quite fighting, of course, hazhival it on Judenicha twenty four years ago), its eyes are closed, a dropsy
muchit it, and sick heart passes every third blow... This heart, and this fierce hunger, and an indifferent frost dogryzajut it.
To live to it remains less than two days...
It the boy does not know anything.
He does not know that all any in five-seven kilometres from it in warm, it is impossible for a pure, big, beautiful room where
numerous electric lamps brightly shine, and a polished floor lakovo shines, low, very much the stout person with black hair
and black - a small square - short moustaches lowers a wrapped up sleeve kitelja and with a scornful smile listens that tells it
another, in a white doctor's dressing gown, the person, too low, but thin and absolutely grey-haired.
- I will complain of you, Andrey Aleksandrovich, - he speaks with displeasure, is faster ostentatious and even the theatrical. -
the word of honour - I will write to the Central Committee...
- Yes it is fine - "in the Central Committee"!. - answers full carelessly.