- Well, well will suffice... - Kuzma Ivanovich through salad has grumbled. - well, loved... Whether it is not enough. It also
songs it is good spival...
- And jokes told, - has added Edik with enthusiasm.
- And fearless was, a devil. And kind... Whether it is not enough... In vain you again it start all, Stanislav Zinovevich. That
about it now to speak? The enemy! - there was a friend, there was an enemy... - he and itself did not understand that he,
actually, wishes to tell. And what for.
Edik it is angry has rejected a plug so that it has clanked on a dish with meat.
- The mister the President, - has told it with pressing. - if you, all the same, had, at last, any concrete and clear offer, I am very
glad to it and pokornejshe I ask you...
- No, - he has told submissively. - There is no at me a specific proposal.
Still. I cannot simply get used in any way that all and always in this dolbanoj to the politician occurs NOT SO! I can not get
used! - it, without looking, has put a bottle in the centre of a table both has risen. - also I do not wish to get used! Here in
what business. You have got used here, young, and I, an old horse-radish, cannot and I do not want.
- That means: have got used? - Edik has aggressively shrugged shoulders. - is simple we do not give itself will, that's all.
Simply everything that was once, already insignificantly. Now it any more that, now it the traitor and the enemy, also it is
necessary to understand clearly only how with it to be. And if we start to recollect and relax...
- It agree, - he has told with all possible mildness. - you are right, Edik. We will not relax. It is guilty, has relaxed! It at me - from
impossibility to think up an exit...
- Let's put, the exit - it always is... - Kuzma Ivanovich has grumbled, rubbing off a napkin not only lips, but also all extensive
crimson forehead: cheeks, zalysyj a forehead, ears.
- It not the exit, - has told it to it sharply. Is - an abortion.
- Well, it we already with you on the second circle have gone... - Kuzma Ivanych, and Edik popravil: - On the third has
grumbled.
And then he has told aloud of what thought already a little dnej: - It the philatelist.
Both of them have stared at it, without understanding.
- Old envelopes collects, - it has explained. - the big expert on postage stamps of the eighteenth century.
- Well? - Kuzma Ivanovich has told.
- All right. We will not be more. Will suffice, - it has waved away from their expecting sights, has got out of an armchair and
has walked on a room, listening, whether knees are ill. Knees, fie-fie, like would not be ill. Crushed my knees, he has thought.
("Listen, the Owner, what weight at you?" - Nicolas has asked with cheerful irritation. "Well, big..." "So that you want from
the knees? Same almost medical term - the CRUSHED KNEES." Conversation of five years' prescription. Conversation of
the doctor and the patient. Nicolas was the doctor by training. The therapist, and besides very not bad... And I was then the
strong elderly person, but knees already were ill me as the prostitute. And in general all then already was, everything that is
today. Also it was already fashionable to use for all occasions only two comparisons: "as the prostitute" or "as a dog". Only
anybody then did not name me the President - called the Owner, the Boss, the Chief called very many, the Commander, even
- the Trainer... And Nicolas was then not the traitor and the deserter, and - the friend, the personal doctor and the chief of
group on press relations.) - - And filatelyst it - that? - Kuzma Ivanovich with kavkazsko-Turkish accent has told. - as an
elephant kjushaet: a tail zagrebaet and vanities sebe directly in an ass? And heads net, and ne it is necessary? - He there
and then over the joke with taste has laughed and, without ceasing to laugh, has begun to pull a jacket. From pockets any
trifle fell down, the chandelier touched with a sleeve has begun to rock. It was a strong show: Kuzma Ivanovich who is
getting on on a jacket. Huge (as an elephant) Kuzma Ivanovich, and titanic, dimming all horizons and interiors, a jacket,
always mournfully-black and shining.