Hey, the owner, - has called I quietly. Nobody has responded. I have sat down on hunkers and have rummaged around a
hand. I have groped a foot in a boot and have pulled, whenever possible delicately. The foot was shook at me near at hand
and has again fallen asleep.
The owner! - I have called, already understanding, already guessing that business - rubbish. The person in tent was silent.
And suddenly I have felt that at me became coldly inside. The person did not breathe.
I have got into a pocket of a quilted jacket and have struck a lighter. The wind shook sinenky a spark, but I have made
out the person entirely. It lay backwards, having extended, powerlessly having put palms near to a body, and looked in a low
ceiling the covered eyes. The person at it has been broken, and blood has dried up black stains, and black stains have
dried up on the big wide palms... "Vadim did not begin to read further. It only has corrected" a low ceiling "on" sagged "and
has thrown at once some pages of the text.
"20.08. Has burst hurricane at night. The kerosene stove has suddenly gone out, tent has jerked, and something on me
has pulled hard. Has pulled out two kola. Has carried away: a table - on 10 metres, a cover from a pan on 20 metres, a bowl
- on 50 metres...
Here has come to mind: any alternative variant of history contains more than the social entropy, rather than really carried
out. Or in other words: the history develops so that social entropy did not increase. The second theorem of Klio. (And how
the times of troubles? CHingishany, Tamerlany, Atilly? These are microspaces of history, microfluctuation. And in general,
who knows: if Temuchina has strangled in the childhood a diphtheria, maybe, there would be its such substitute which in
general would burn polmi - ra...) "" 21.08. Again one. I battle to cows as a lion. At any escaping cow a tail will extend, and
the tail tip is weakened and dangles freely.
It seems that the cow derisively does to you by the handle. Should notice that the most terrible on light an animal - a cow.
(Hunter is not right: he considers that a leopard; what nonsense!) I have been crushed. A counterbalance broke twice, the
portable radio set does not work. Two times it was possible to me opjatit the bull, but in the third time it has come from the
West, it having appeared suddenly at me behind the back, and became in three steps. It dug a hoof the earth, filled horns
and with sipeniem opened wide a mouth - probably, untidily swore... "Last record was week prescription:" 29.08. I sit one. To
a box the cudgel, nearby a pyramid of cobble-stones is leant. On psihrometre the slingshot with a stock of charges lies. I wait
for the enemy, but the enemy from a heat has so become stupid, what even does not run - only is scratched has become
enraged about a triangulable sign on the third class... "It took the handle, has again had a look at Elbrus, being inspired, and
began to write:" Here and even a week has passed, - he wrote. - quite good there was a week - hot and without rains with
hailstones. Though in the mornings hoarfrost already drops out, and merznet a nose, vysunutyj from a sleeping bag. Time
goes, and z--- apisyvat it would not be desirable at all. We sit on Harbase, now - with Timothy. Every day same. Have risen,
have eaten pea soup and - to read-re-read old magazines. And, certainly, disputes on everything, becoming personal. Then
evening, we kindle a kerosene stove, zapalivaem a candle and - chess, cocoa and again disputes about everything,
becoming personal. Timothy - the strange person.