Grisha was silent. To it it was awkward. He understood nothing. Dauge has told an intense voice: - That you will drink,
Masha? - Dzhejmo, - has answered it, is dazzling smiling.
It is very strong? - Has asked Dauge. - However, all the same. Grisha, bring, please, two dzhejmo.
He looked at it, on smooth suntanned hands, on open smooth suntanned shoulders, on an easy light dress with slightly too
deep cut. It has amazingly remained for the years, and even plaits remained the absolutely same, heavy, thick plaits what for
a long time already nobody carries, bronze, without the uniform grey-haired hair, laid round a head. He has grinned, has
slowly unbuttoned a dense warm raincoat and has pulled down a dense warm helmet with ear-phones. At it the person when
she has seen its naked skull with a rare silvery bristle near ears has trembled. He has again grinned.
Here we also have met, - he has told. - and you why here? You wait for somebody? - Is not present, - she has spoken. - I
wait for nobody.
She has looked in a window, and he has suddenly understood.
You saw off, - it has said in low tones.
She has nodded.
Whom? Really us? - Yes.
At it heart has stopped.
Me? - He has asked. Grisha has approached and has put two sweaty ice glasses on a little table.
No, - she has answered.
Volod'ka? - He has told with bitterness.
Grisha has quietly left.
What lovely boy, - she has told. - how old is he? - Eighteen.
Really eighteen? Here it is amusing! You know, it is completely not similar to Bykova. Even not red.
Yes, time goes, - Dauge has told. - Here I already also do not fly.
Why? - She has indifferently asked.
She has quickly looked at it.
Yes, you not very well look. Tell... - she has kept silent. - and Bulls too will soon cease to fly? - That? - He has asked with
surprise.
I do not love, when Volodja leaves in flight without Bykova, - she has told, looking in a window. She has again kept silent. - I
very much am afraid for it. You after all know it.
And and here Bulls? - Has asked Dauge unfriendly.