At atom has touched with a foot a little table, its cup has jumped up in a saucer and has overturned.
Sorry... - Maljanov absent-mindedly has grumbled.
Still coffee? - Has now enquired Vecherovsky.
No. And however, pour...
The Vecherovsky was accepted cautiously as if divine ambroziju, to spill coffee on cups, and Gluhov has deeply sighed and
zabormotal as though about себя:Да-да-да... Surprisingly, surprisingly... And after all really, you will not complain, you will not
address... Nobody will believe. And how here to believe? You believe, - have told Vecherovsky to Maljanovu, - that your
work really pulls on the Nobel Prize? And the devil only knows, actually. How I can judge? What I to you - the Nobel
committee? Class work. The Ekstra-class. Lux. I guarantee it. But me it still should be finished! They after all to me do not
allow to finish it!.
Yes-yes-yes... - Gluhov has again begun to bustle. - yes! But after all with another the party... You only ponder, my friends,
present it to itself distinctly... Dmitry Alekseevich! Coffee what - a charm! A sigarette, a smoke bluish, evening behind a
window - a transparency, greens, the sky... Already, Dmitry Alekseevich, well to you these macroscopical the instability, all
these diffuznye gases, singuljarnosti... Really it so is important that because of it follows... Well, here, for example, we take
stars. The right, is something in this your astronomy... Something such... Obscene, whether that, peeping any... And what
for?? Stars after all not to spy upon them, behind their life... Stars after all that to admire them, agree...
He did not argue, did not insist, this small silent Gluhov, it, more likely, persuaded, asked, begged even each hyphen of the
inexpressive grey face. But on Maljanova its this speech has worked for some reason razdrazhajushche, and it, without
thinking, брякнул:А after all he and you mentioned, Vladlen Semenovich! Who? The humpback. Red this, the gangster-
Me? That's it, you. "Recollect, - speaks, - that happens with Gluhov!." - here Maljanov has stopped short, because Gluhov
has turned white, even has become green somehow and has absolutely moved in depth of a huge armchair. Never before
Maljanov did not see to such degree of the scared person.
And what with me happens? - Gluhov zatravlenno has murmured. - With me everything is all right. Anything with me does not
happen. Also done not happen...
Vecherovsky, without looking, has given a hand to the right, has taken from the latent refrigerator a siphon and a high glass.
The stream has hissed, the glass has come to be before Gluhov, but that did not begin to drink, even in hands it did not take
and has looked at it as though it is a poison any. It only has licked dry lips dry language and has even more deeply thrust
weak folders between knees.