Greenish muddy liquid with golden sparkles in a high narrow glass, a graceful straw... Straws of such diameter in Soviet
Union do not make.
It is all incorrectly, incorrectly, thought T.V., My God pardon, but... It went down stream and did not find in itself forces to
resist.
This night they have got over from laboratory in apartment of M. K - spacious one-room Morisa Toreza on the prospectus.
Before such spacious one-room she did not see. Have got over, ostensibly, that "to educate critical area of searches under
other corner".
She, of course, felt, to what M.K.Poetomu it actually aspires sat with feet on a sofa and drank everything that he offered it.
He fairly played performance. On a table the window at it had any electronics. Not clearly that - any screens, vernery, the
small spinning aerial. Devices have been included, the aerial span, on screens greenish curves ran. Since she has put on a
helmet a head, before eyes colour sparks sometimes flashed.
Adjusting equipment, M. K simultaneously told to it about the foreign impressions.
Whatever you may say, and the western power, of course, sew more warmly. More cosy. Sometimes it seems to me that our
Peter the Great with pleasure would remain to Holland, only imperial obligations to it did not allow. As the simple burgher.
She has slightly drunk through a straw. Alcohol, the mint, any grasses...
And what you has most of all amazed there, in the West? I do not speak about global distinctions. No, something the most
ordinary, what there you see every day?
Difficult question. The western countries very different. In everyone there is something the.
Well, our republics too the different. In Baltic good coffee. In Georgia and Armenia surprising cemeteries. I also did not
represent that they so care of the dead men.
The drink which has offered it to M. K, quickly rushed to the head, however its action was any lung, cheerful. In a head
slightly rustled, as though champagne vials there burst.