COFFEE. WILL AND FORCES HAVE

– Something else? – Now Arlo has got agitated. It had a thin scent on adventures («You have inherited it from the father!» – liked to speak Kokena, vzeroshivaja its red hair) and gift of the excellent walker. («From mother», – would tell, winking, Aton). Strange business, after all Kokena walks did not favour also all time sat out in rasslabljajushche to a warm cave near a boiling stream.
– Anything concrete. Only in general. Concentrate on strategy, instead of on tactics. Do not try to be at war with the whole organisation alone. Secure with allies.
There has come silence. I have risen from an armchair to open a door where have knocked. On a threshold there were three small figures – the clown, a bear and the astronaut – with paper packages in hands. They have started singing an ancient song which was sung to them by millions rjazhenyh.
Arlo has brought to the Hell in the favourite secluded corner and has lowered near foaming falls. It has begun to enclose to it under a head a moss, but while was engaged in it, the girl has sat down – and so it is live, that he has guessed: any time it already is awake.
– You know, what most convenient place for carrying out secret hronokineza? You think, a pay phone? No. A toilet room. Very romantically, isn't that so?
– I know, that the traveller in time cannot change anything. I tried to make it, but unsuccessfully. It was in a youth when I wished to return back and to warn the father, that for it waits.

They stupidly obeyed Hejvigu. In the street it has stopped, has removed a raincoat from the killed crusader. It has removed a sword from other corpse. It did not begin to remove a sheath not to lose time. The sword of the crusader gave the chance to it to spend the small group through a city, not being afraid, that will stop them.
Leonsa … He has taken a sip of coffee. Will and forces have returned to it. Having returned during normal time, he has had ti me to hear hoarse whisper:
Arlo stood on a place, and three women have come nearer to it. Urd has stretched the lean hand and has put to its boy on a breast. Its fingers zaskolzili on muscles of its breast, and from a mouth the stream of any gibberish has poured down.
The mighty suntanned captain in saronge and with bare feet has slowly told, that it povjal the passenger only just adapting to the modern language.

Loops have begun to creak. The door has opened. In a doorway there was a bearded person in the Byzantian clothes. The pistol barrel in his hand seemed Hejvigu huge.
And when he has turned back to the red-haired girl who has arrived together with it, the smile has appeared again on his face.
Here Arlo has reflected. The dart still is useful to it. Even for certain – to take away the danger which is coming nearer to the Hell. It cautiously took it for the end, having lifted a salamander in air. Its eyes-businki spitefully devoured the boy, and it Arlo somehow has strange excited. It liked hatred of this small monster!
At it was about what to think. He only was surprised, why earlier it has not come to all to it mind. Now he has understood, that in spite of the fact that Uollis and its lieutenants used the newest technics, all of them remained people of the nineteenth century. Here, now he needed to consider properly everything to that he witnessed in what took part.
– What is necessary? But if the future mankind live under tyranny of the several persons possessing technics? Unless it what is necessary? Also what it is possible to make?

– Well, it is young, – I have tried to calm him. – it is possible, streptomycin … – I has risen, has clapped it on the bent back. – Calm down, the sonny. Listen, that I will tell … – And I admitted to it, that five years ago in conversation with one writer from California could not be kept and have told to it separate details of epoch Mauri about which has learnt from Hejviga. This strange culture has intrigued me, and I have thought, that this person, the writer trained in reflexions and assumptions, can explain me their some riddles and paradoxes. Naturally, I have told nothing to it about Hejvige and about an information source. Having listened to me, the writer has asked of the permission to use some thoughts in the products, and I have not found the reasons for refusal.
Leonsa … He has taken a sip of coffee. Will and forces have returned to it. Having returned during normal time, he has had ti me to hear hoarse whisper:
There have driven all family, pupils, servants. In the big room it was light, as doors and the windows leaving in a small court yard, a patio, have been opened. Hejvig has seen flower beds, orange trees in dark dense greens, a fountain spraying water … even a bust of Konstantin which an indifferent sight looked at all around. In a room there were numbers cases and tables where there were the works of art created Dukasom and its pupils.

– And the paradox goes deep, – has told Keadzimu. – In the middle of pastoral landscapes there are mighty factories which vibrate and hoot, filled with mysterious energy. In heavens the enormous silent ships fly up. You also cannot understand It. You cannot present to yourself, whence it at them … I am right?
– Moreover, they at all did not suit to me an ambush at the parent house. Probably, it seems to them too obviously risky, after all they badly know our epoch. So be quiet, dock, I think, all will be o'kej. But now you should help me.
It has knocked, expecting, that the new servant, Evlalija so, apparently, call her, will open a door and will let in it. She, of course, will be surprised, having seen, that it so has quickly returned, well lines with it.