All right, - he has inertly told. - eventually to watch legality - your business, instead of mine. My business - to inform MUKS on
how you consult with the duties.
It has turned and left. It has gone down in the lift on the second floor and has gone through a saloon. In a saloon was
nobody. Along walls sellers-automatic machines blinked yellow sparks. To get drunk, whether that, Bela has thought.
nalizatsja as pig, to lay down in bed and to oversleep two days. And then to rise and again to get drunk. It has passed a
saloon and has gone on a long wide corridor. The corridor was called as "Broadway" and lasted from a saloon to lavatories.
Here the posters, reminding that "interests of the company - your interests", hung cinema programs the next decade,
exchange bulletins, lottery tables too hung, tables of the baseball and basketball competitions spent on the Earth, and tables
of competitions on boxing and on the free-style wrestling, spent here, on Bamberge hung. On "Broadway" there were doors
of both cinema halls and a library door. The sports hall and church were a floor more low. In the evenings on "Broadway"
was not to force the way, and eyes blinded multi-coloured fires of senseless advertising. However, not too senseless - they
ezhevecherne reminded the worker that waits for it on the Earth when it will return to native Penates with a filled purse.
Now on "Broadway" it was empty and polutemno. Bela has curtailed into one of corridors. On the right and at the left
identical doors were pulled. Hostels Here settled down. From doors pulled a tobacco and cologne smell. In one of rooms of
Bela has seen the person lying on a cot and has entered. The person of the lying has been stuck round by a plaster. The
lonely eye sadly looked in a ceiling.
What with you, Dzhoshua? - Has asked Bela, approaching.
The sad eye of Dzhoshua has addressed on it.
I lie, - Dzhoshua has told. - I should be in mine, and I lie. And each hour I lose a great lot of money. I even am afraid to count
up, how many I lose.