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And now no one knows what it's like ulcer whether, the Treasury, the hellish temptation, Pandora's box, the devil, the devil... Enjoy gradually. Twenty years of puffing, billions spent, but organized robbery to establish and could not. Everyone makes their own small business, and the academic heads solemnly broadcast: on the one hand it must be admitted, and on the other hand we can not agree, because the object is so-and-so, being irradiated with x-rays at an angle of eighteen degrees, quatitative emits electrons at an angle of twenty two degrees...
The strange thing is, why do we like it when people praise us? The money from this increase. Fame? What we can have glory? "He's famous: now three people know about him". Well, let's say four, counting Bayliss. Funny creature man is!... It seems we enjoy praise just for itself. As the kids ice cream. And very stupid. How can I rise in my own eyes? What I didn't know myself? Old fat Richard H. Noonan? And by the way, what is "G"? Here you and! And no one to ask... Not Mr. same Lemchen to ask... Oh, wait! Herbert. Richard Herbert Noonan. Well, it's pouring.
That's right: the money a person needs to never stop thinking about it...
Throughout the city there are only two people - red and me! All the rest are pigs, children of Satan. Red! You also serve the devil, but you're still a man...
- ...And to myself I say: what do you have in Europe, not seen? The boredom of your not seen? Day; evening TV watching, the night came to a hateful woman under a blanket, bastards to produce. Your strikes, demonstrations, policy is broken down... In a coffin, I your Europe have seen - say - scuzzy.
- Well, why shouldn't Europe?...
- And - say - it's the same everywhere, but in Antarctica, even in addition cold.
Our little town is a hole. It always has been and still is. Only now, from this hole in the future. Through this hole we this into your lousy world we fill that everything will change. Life will be different, correct, each will have all that is necessary. Here is the hole. Through this hole of knowledge goes. And when we have the knowledge, we'll make everyone rich, and'll fly to the stars, and where you want to get. Here's a hole we have here...
After only one left - a girl by the arm to hold.
I locked myself in a stall, got my flask, unscrewed the cap, and attached myself to it like a bug. Sit on the bench, my knees empty, my head empty, empty soul, know yourself swallow strong as water. Alive. Released Area. Released a grebe. Despicable. Alive. The damn, treacherous bitch. Anyone other than a Stalker, do not understand.
The second Stalker commandment either to the right or to the left, everything must be clean at one hundred paces.
Wow, guys, in the Area is also to breathe can be, if skillfully...
- ...The further into the Zone the nearer to heaven...
What? - he asks.
- Pray!- shout.- Stalkers Paradise in the queue pass!
...when you Zone out, then one of two things: either cry or joke, and I had never cried.
Area since: swag back - a miracle came back alive - luck, the patrol bullet by luck, and all the rest is fate...
I thought, thought, nothing useful came up and decided to spit!
Life is nothing more than the expectation of something more than local vanity, and death is the only thing we really hope for.
