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– You want to die of an old age in a bed? – Ivan insisted, continuing a hot discussion which beginning workmates already forgot.

– It as? With a duck under a bed? No, thanks. Enjoy freedom, the sky of wons. Nature. Grace.

“Prick”. Perfectly! It is necessary not to forget”.

– What is freedom?! It is not here and in mention, and it is close to us did not stand. You here try be late for sawmill …. Not here it is freedom. Not here.

– It is possible to think, you know where?

– I know. It seems, I know, – being reflected in pupils memoirs, headlights of the car parking at the building site flashed, carefree voices at the elevator came to life.

– You are mistaken, – sure intonation of Ivan hinted that he is aware of Alexander’s hobbies.

– You from where you know?

“Whether spied. Sometimes in a notebook at it wrote down something”.

– I had a friend ….

– Where disappeared?

– And is not present. It was presented, a kingdom to it heavenly, last June. And you will die if you do not stop.

Клот pondered month, confusing places June and July, counted them on fingers – Ivan any funeral in the designated month did not mention, did not ask for leave anywhere.

– You think, I studied nothing? You think, did not speak to me supposedly you eat, drink, have a good time and consider it life and that it is wrong that it somewhere is deeper, under iceberg top. I trusted, and now I know: there is under this top nothing. And you were simply tired or are afraid of work.

“Perhaps he is right, maybe, there is nothing to hide and there is no place. I have other life. Well and where it? Who saw it?” Alexander nearly gave the secret, but restrained, words did not manage to slip out, but thoughts did not stop: “And still in time I began to write. Just at the moment of clarity when understood senselessness and monotony of the parts assigned to me and all the rest too. In fact, all people are similar: we do one, we speak and it is thought also. Only distinctions: Ivan smokes cigarettes, and I cigarettes …. And understand I all dullness of the situation, without having hope, for certain, death: only suicide would be a consolation”.

– If to the person not to work, then what to be engaged in? – Ivan lips, after a small pause pozhmakat.

– That’s just the point – anything!

– How so?

Alexander only hemmed, is lazy undertaking a saw. In a pocket phone began to vibrate, without having allowed to start the tool.

– Yes, – he almost always spoke now “Yes”, having noted in “Hallo” some naivety.

– To you the credit is by default calculated. We can list on the salary card, – was distributed in a tube. – Interestingly?