JUra thought. Something was in Ivan's words. Something unusual. It should be comprehended still.
Zhilin has put hands for a head.
I recollect one history, - he has spoken. He looked directly at a lamp, pupils at it a steel as points. - I had a companion, called
its Roofing felt. We together at school studied. It was always such imperceptible, everything, happened, dug in trifles. Made
any tetradochki, glued boxes.
Very much liked to bind the old read books. The good-natured person was big, before the good-natured person that insulting
jokes did not understand. Perceived them somehow strange and, on our of that time razveselyj a sight, somehow even wildly.
You will start to it, happened, in a bed of a triton, and it will pull out it, will put on a palm and long considers. You around we
guffaw, because it is ridiculous, and he examines it, and then will tell quietly: "Here the poor creature" - also will carry it in a
pond. Then he has grown and became somewhere the statistican. All know, this work silent and imperceptible, and all of us
considered that so and it is necessary to it and on what another we of Roofing felt is not necessary. It worked fairly, without
any hobby, but is diligent. We flied to Jupiter, lifted a permafrost, built new factories, and it all sat in the establishment and
considered by cars which not itself has thought up. The exemplary small person. Though impose with its cotton wool and
place in a museum under a cap with a corresponding inscription:" The typical self-sufficing little man of the end of the
twentieth century ". Then he has died. Has started trifling disease because was afraid of operation, and has died. It happens
with small people though about it never write in newspapers.
Zhilin has become silent, as if listening. JUra waited.
It was in Kareliya, on the bank of wood lake. Its bed stood on the glazed verandah, and I sat next and saw at once and its
unshaven dark person... The dead person... And a huge dark blue cloud over wood on that party of lake. The doctor has
told: "Has died". Also has immediately struck a thunder of unprecedented force, and such thunder-storm, what extremely
even by the southern seas has burst. The wind broke trees and threw them on wet pink rocks so they scattered in chips, but
even their cod was not audible in a wind roar. The lake a wall went on coast, and in this wall beat not in a northern way
bright lightnings. From houses broke roofs. Hours everywhere have stopped - nobody knows why. Animals died with the
broken off lungs. It was violent, _з_в_е_р_с_к_а_я_ the storm as if all lifeless world has reared. And it lay silent, ordinary,
and, as always, it it did not concern. - Zhilin has again listened. - I, Jurik, the person not cowardly, quiet but then to me it was
terrible. I have suddenly thought:" And so you what were, our small boring Shreds. You are silent and imperceptible, itself
without suspecting about what, held on shoulders balance of the World. Has died also balance has failed, and the World
has risen on end ". If to me then have cried out on an ear that the Earth has broken from an orbit and has rushed to the Sun,
I only would nod.