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he frowns barely, examines the ingot and shakes his sleeve, the suite silently climbs from the sleeve. Our accountant holds back a cry, and we are grateful to her. And the rats are in the van and inside. He laughs: Check data. When the last tail dives under a green tweed vest, he says: Everything is clean, rush to the port, st*oking the flute. Everyone moves slowly, who is caught in what, someone in the warm, and who is barefoot, with a washcloth over his shoulder. But our volunteers bring up blankets, sneakers, boiling water, put up tents for the night, and make sure that no one gets out of the pack. not sleeping, not eating, not drinking. Laughs bi*ch And it seems to be blowing - only there is no sound, no sound is heard. The fighters laugh too, they seem to be led not by notes, but by sparks of childhood dreams: fry in the pond, and mother's compotes, and dusty wormwood in the midday heat, and the smell of rosin, and dad day after day off, well, for mushrooms, or what ?. Grandmother's lampka, sore stomach, chunks of watermelon dish. And the one that, like a buffet, eats here, without stopping, will hear tomorrow: “Grandma, you would go. a table in a cafe where I’m leaving monstrous for the third year simply because here I am like a fish in an aquarium - there are two very young people at the table.