She has felt, as to a throat drives a spasm. The blonde had an obvious problem with a head., as though feeling a condition
of Shea, has added fuel to the fire:
- Wish to look?
- You the maniac! - has squeezed out She.
- And you are a bad politician, - the blonde replied. - you very bad politician. Moreover - the politician you simply worthless.
The good politician is either the servant of the people, or the mister. The servant does everything that it was better to simple
people to live. The mister uses weight well to live most, without forgetting, the truth, about simple workers. But neither that,
nor another do not live separately from weight. You exist as though in the parallel world, and on simple citizens look as at
fishes and frogs in an aquarium. You and people who think the same as you. The people for you are a cattle, vegetables as
you us name. To press us it is necessary, in a shit, in a shit is deeper, that the nose did not put out.
- For the representative of the simple people you speak too cleverly, - has said She.
The blonde has sighed:
- Well, certainly. If on me the military form - means, I a full numskull. And if is not present - means, I pretend to be the military
man, and actually the professor not in myself. It is a lot of clever people, She. Clever, notice, not intellectuals. I assure you, at
any industrial enterprise, in any village there will be the one who thinks not worse many of you. You too worked as the
watchman, while these red evil spirits to the public have not deduced you. Be silent? Obeyed her as the slave, at all without
knowing, what for to it all it and on whom it works.
- And you know it? - She has asked it with barefaced hope so that the blonde could notice it.
- I would give a hand for that it to learn! - he has grinned. - you as I will look, too. Only here the purposes at us different. I, for
example, wish it to kill. But before they be to extort from it answers to many, rather and rather curious, questions.