- What the hell! - he has told loudly, in all the to a drink, very much, trying to inspire fear and stop buffoonery. - stop this
buffoonery! How will order to me to understand all it? The general has become silent for some instants, on its person
confusion has appeared, but to shine it has not ceased. The victory was too great and absolute, and the pleasure of the
winner was difficult for stirring up.
- How to understand? Yes as mere chance! Perhaps - a despair product. What did I need to do? He has died. Absolutely. At
first a coma, then death... And I have recollected, how he liked to speak: the doctor does not help, call the shaman!.
- What shaman? And here the shaman? I not about it ask you.
- Well, "shaman" it is simple a figure of speech... An allegory... Certainly, any shaman was not. Simply I have thought
suddenly... Me as if has lighted up: after all full identity of a genotype! And not only a genotype, but also a phenotype,
catfishes... After all all essence of idea in it also consisted: to provide FULL identity...
He listened to it and did not hear. He looked in the bloated young sleepy person, pale blue, painful, without krovinki, in
mutno-senseless eyes of the person, probably, night not sleeping, and can be and some nights.
This person did not see it, and did not notice it, and can be even did not guess its presence here. Perhaps, he is simply tired,
was tired to death, has got exhausted, has run low, was tortured and in general anything now does not see and does not
think. Young, strong, but mortally got exhausted person. "Beautiful, but vjalyj"...
It was the idiot.
Twenty years' Stas Krasnogorov was no time is silly - yes, is self-satisfied and fanatical to idiocy - yes. But it was the normal
member of the Komsomol of the beginning of the fiftieth, the optimist and stalinist, one of hundreds thousand. It was NORM.
And this was - the idiot... The Moron. Imbetsil. The cretin. "Clinic"... What for? Whence it here? Who it? - Who it?! - he has
shouted at last to the general. - Shut up and answer a question! But general Malnych could not understand in any way, he
should answer which question. It seemed lost and completely puzzled. And he has been offended. All occurred not how he
hoped. Any titanic diligence it went on a precipice. Any legendary feats - were swept aside, not that that not estimated, but in
general without even any consideration.
General Malnych has appeared suddenly in the delirium and nightmare world, and at the moment of the highest celebration,
in that just the moment when expected blood-then earned nachalstvennoj caress, the award, blood both then earned, and
All these feelings and even were distinctly read to thought on the broad face which has become suddenly whining and
offended, it all it guessed, easily deciphered and understood so clearly as though the general complained to it aloud or in
written form. But it is more, but besides, he did not understand ANYTHING.