- Yes, - She has answered, for a second having looked out in a window that in it to make sure.
- Zamechtatelno, - has spoken Santajja. - keep.
- I try, - She tried to be as much as possible vigorous. It However, turned out at it too unpersuasively.
- Before communication, - Santajja has sighed. - keep me informed.
A few having taken rest, She has gone to a door. The head still cracked, but to wait, while it will pass definitively, was worst
of all. And time was a little.
The security guards allocated with Santajej, already cleared away to it pass - peasants have crowded round expensive cars
and in all eyes were opened on the reflexions in tonirovannyh glasses, discussing advantages and lacks of capital transport.
- Day kind, - it has loudly greeted people.
Peasants, in the majority old men, have answered it dissonantly and poluvnjatno. Behind crowd the building of a rural town
hall with flag of Zaprilivja poorly rocking on a wind was seen. The inscription at the stand before a town hall said that this day
the meeting with the mister the First Minister will take place. Old men were silent. On a first coat propylila local gilt youth on
old iron horses. With surprise of She has noticed that in their cohort zatesalsja plastic tetratsikl. It looked in village the same
as a fighter of Shea in capital streets many years ago. Having flashed old-fashioned mirror points, horsemen have dashed
away away.
On wadded feet of She has gone to a town hall. Directly before an input at it in a brain the image Santaji has joined. It was
with a flowing hair, in any blue classical suit which he never in eyes saw, white stockings or stockings - not an essence
important, and in the beige shoes. Before it has covered, She with surprise has understood that hair at Santaji were for some
reason not red. White.
The further events were perceived by it as in the heavy I go. To it asked questions, he answered them, distinctly and
correctly answered, but the voice heard hardly.