And he, really, very well understood now that only the person absolutely the stranger and the stranger never hearing this
soft sad voices, never seeing tragically broken eyebrows and the long black hair framing a narrow pale face, - only absolutely
the hopeless savage and the barbarian who has been read the burial service zhlob, the vagabond basement, would be
capable to connect such nice sad person with gloomy this Asian nickname - Ajatolla.
I see, here at you repair? - poluvoprositelno, poluutverditel - but the visitor has said, frankly looking around.
Yes... Like it... I Put things in order... - Vadim has recollected, whence there was a disorder and again has felt there was a
rage attack, but has again met eyes a sad look of Khan Avtandilovicha, and again the rage has evaporated, having
replaced with sensation of sympathy and readiness sopere - zhivat as soon as it is required.
There has come the short silence, fifteen seconds of mutual awkwardness - the sad person as if would not know from what
to begin new page of conversation and fluctuated, internally shivering from own uncertainty.
Vadim almost physically felt these fluctuations and this uncertainty, it and would be glad to help, would be glad to tell
something to destroy silence, but at all did not imagine, what exactly. Not about snow behind a window to get there was a
conversation?.
(And still he has thought suddenly that the visitor is generally not too self-assured and impressive, as aspires to show and
as it seemed at first sight. There was in it actually any imperceptible chervotochinka, a latent fear any, maybe, even fear?
And it was not clear, and it is unpleasant, and irritated, as if an agnail near to a nail.) - First of all, - there has begun all the
same at last new page Khan Avtandilovich, - allow me to congratulate you. You have made a feat, which... Yes, yes, yes -
do not argue, please: everyone who makes impossible, makes a feat! Vadim to argue intentions at all had no, though and to
agree with unexpected these and even excessive compliments too it would be somehow strange. At least - it is immodest. He
with pleasure would answer now with any advertising slogan, yes as to spite right now anything approaching in a head did
not arise, and he only has moved shoulders in the sense that "yes all right... That here... It is not necessary conversation...".
Remarkably, but you at all do not look happy, - Khan Avtandilovich with astonishment has told. - you look got tired.
So it also is, - Vadim has agreed, being surprised insights of the visitor. - I have got tired, as Sizif, - he has added suddenly, is
unexpected for itself. - represent, how Sizif who managed to pile up at last on mountain this stone has got tired? (Well, it is
necessary, as it is beautiful at me was formulated, he has thought with surprise. And whence that undertook?.) - I represent, -
Khan Avtandilovich with readiness has told. - I am very good it to myself I represent and I think that he at all did not feel
happy.
"The happiness can be found only on the blazed ways"...
The truth. Whence it? - Pushkin liked it to repeat. From Shatobriana, it seems. Or from Montaigne? I do not remember. It
seemed to me very exact: the happiness is love, a family, friends... Necessarily - well-known, ordinary, any exotic...
Yes. Very precisely. Very much.
Also there has again come the tense silence. The happiness theme seemed ischer - the young lady, a theme sizifovoj to
weariness - especially. On the person of the Khan Avtandilovi - cha the suffering has appeared, but it has coped with itself
(himself) and has told, as if beginning a certain lecture: - Here after all all the matter is that in modern Russia can be selected
by the big chief either were partajgenosse, or the so-called strong business executive, or the agent of national security...