- And when they at stalkerov were? - I speak. And itself I think: "Well, I never, what for news? Means, now you will not earn
additionally. Well, can, it and to the best, temptation less. I will go to the Zone in the afternoon, as decent, - money, of
course, not those but where it is more safe:" the galosh ", spetskostjum, that, and on patrols to spit... It is possible to Live
and for the salary, and I will drink on bonus". And such me the melancholy took! Again each penny to consider: it it is
possible for itself to allow, it it is impossible for itself to allow, Gute for any rag save, to a bar do not go, go to the cinema...
Also everything is grey, is grey. Every day it is grey, both every evening, and every night.
I sit so, I think, and Dik over an ear gudit: - in hotel has come Yesterday I into a bar to accept a night cap, any new sit. At
once they were not pleasant to me. One sits down by me and starts conversation from apart, lets know that he knows me,
knows, who I where I work, and hint that is ready to pay various services well...
- The salted pork fat, - I speak. Not so it was interesting to me, salted pork fats I here navidalsja and conversations about
services have had heard much.
- No, my darling, not the salted pork fat. You listen. I a little bit with it have had a talk, is cautious, of course, the little fool
such have made. It some subjects in the Zone, and thus subjects serious interest. Accumulators, "itch", "black splashes"
and other costume jewellery to it it is not necessary. And that is necessary for it, he only hinted.
- So it is necessary for it? - I ask.
- "Vedmin studen" as I have understood, - tells Dik and it is strange somehow on me looks.
- Ah, "vedmin studen" to it it is necessary! - I speak. - and "death-lamp" to it, casually, is not necessary? - I too so have
asked it.
- Well? - Imagine, it is necessary.
- Yes? - I speak. - well so let itself also extracts all it. Same time to spit! "Vedmina studnja" full cellars, take a bucket yes
scoop.
Funeral at own expense.
Dik is silent, lours at me and at all does not smile. What for lines to employ it me wants, whether that? And here me has
reached.
- Wait, - I speak. - who is such was? "studen" it is forbidden even to study at institute...
- Correctly, - tells Dik slowly, and all looks at me. - the researches representing potential danger to mankind.
Who has understood now, it? I did not understand anything.