Korrespondenso, - he has told through clenched teeth.
Has again put a rifle on a window sill. The rifle weighed ton, hands did not shiver any more, naplyl a grey fog. It has shot at
moving not clear shades. A shot bulknul it is very silent. He did not see, it has got or not, and has shot once again. There
and then the persistent lead rain has deafly driven in on walls. The hot drop has struck it in a shoulder, has burnt and has
rejected. He has heard weak shouts and has understood, to it run. It still had one more cartridge. He saw nothing, something
has occurred to eyes. It has pushed a stone rifle forward and has pulled for descent. And when they have reached it it was
already dead...
The correspondent has told: - Children it is always touching. Our kind citizens will shed a few tears, having seen children,
and will start to break phones to the congressmen, demanding the urgent help.
SHarja has tried to hide, but rigid fingers have seized it for an ear, have painfully crumpled and have pulled out from crowd.
The small robber, all the same as it hates you, the corporal...
The correspondent was high, on web legs between which the convex stomach was rolled. As if a grasshopper. Its cameras
shone on the sun.
The corporal has thrown to old men celebratory pekeshty.
Put on! Old Orija, having hesitated, has pulled dark blue, a loose overall. Looking at it, have put on also the others.
The scared woman has submitted iron sheet with fresh, still smoking bakarami. The unnatural smell of bread has struck in
nostrils. The corporal has shifted flat cakes on a painted clay dish and has covered with a myrtle branch.
You will present me it, - rapping out each letter, - he has told. - also do not forget that you should smile all time, drop...
Old Orija at all has not bent hands to take.
Then the corporal, without being surprised, has called: - Safar! One of soldiers kartinno was extended and has clicked heavy
heels.
Is! They have thrown Oriju on the earth and have put a block under the right foot, and Safar has jumped on this foot. The
awful wet crash was distributed on the area. Old women in back rows have begun to whimper. Soldiers have dragged a
block under the left foot. Old Orija zamychal, having bitten through a lip, and from wrinkled podglazev it tears have begun to
flow.