Book: The Golden calf. Page 2

A burning fragment of the moon hung low over the cooling Bank. Sat on the cliffs of black basalt, forever hug the couple. The sea whispering about love to the grave, the happiness of no return, the agony of heart and the like are out of date details. The star spoke with the star in the Morse code, she said and gone out. Light tunnel floodlight connected the shore of the Bay. When he disappeared, in its place long held black pole.

- To live well in the world! said Balaganov. - Here we go, we're fine. Maybe we will be happy...
- You firmly believe in this? asked Ostap. Happiness awaits us on the road? Maybe even waving the wings of anticipation? "Where," he says, " Admiral Balaganov? Why is it taking so long?" You crazy, Balaganov! Happiness waits for no one. It roams the country in long white robes, singing a nursery rhyme: "Oh, America is a country, there are walking and drinking without a snack." But this innocent babe should be caught, she needs to like for her to care.

Travellers roughly pulled from the car and began to swing with such ferocity, as if they were drowned and their in whatever was needed to bring back to life.

In the sandy steppes of the Arabian land three proud palm trees what grew.

The statistics knows all.

- What do you want to get the money? I earned it, and you...
- I not only worked. I even suffered. After conversations with the Berlage, the Skumbrievich and Polychaetes I lost faith in humanity. Isn't that worth a million rubles, faith in humanity?
- It is worth it - reassured Alexander.

Caius Julius Starohamsky went to the madhouse to a high ideological reasons. - In Soviet Russia, - he said, draping the blanket, - Bedlam is the only place where you can live a normal person. Everything else is sverhbedlam. No, the Bolsheviks, I can not live. It is better to live here, near the ordinary crazy. These at least are not building socialism. Then here are fed. And there, in their Bedlam, it is necessary to work. But I theirs socialism will not work. Here I finally have personal freedom. The freedom of conscience. Freedom of speech. Seeing a passing nurse, Caius Julius Starohamsky screamed: - long live the Constituent Assembly! All the forum! And you, Brutus, he sold the responsible employees! She turned to Berlage, said: - See? What I want, I scream. And try out!

Accountant noticed crazy with each other, barely speaking. They have no time to talk. They think. They think all the time. They have a lot of thoughts, something to remember, to remember the most important thing, on which depends the happiness. And the thoughts fall apart, and most importantly, wag tail, disappears. And again it is necessary to think, to understand, finally, what happened, why was all bad, when before everything was fine.

Most importantly, - said Ostap, walking through the spacious room of the hotel "carlsbad", is to introduce confusion into the enemy camp. He must lose all composure. This is not so difficult. In the end most people are frightened of unknown.

Always think: "I still have time. There will be a lot in my life, of milk and hay." And in fact, never will be. Know this: it was the best night of our lives, my poor friends. And you didn't even notice.

I have often been unfair to the deceased. But if the deceased was a moral person? No, he was not a moral man. It was formerly blind man, an impostor and a goose thief. All his strength he put to live at the expense of society. But the society did not want him to live at his expense. And to make this contradiction in the views of Mikhail Samuelevich couldn't because he had a short temper. And so he died. All!

Strike rally on the road and sloppiness.

No need to applause! The count of Monte Cristo I did not. Will have to retrain in the superintendent.

So I'm a millionaire! Dream come true idiot!