ABOUT IT

I am assured, that the future goes there where it is necessary. But whether I can in it on - the present be assured? Yes, yes, my name is Jack, instead of Jesus. My responsibility for the future should come to an end somewhere, but where?
– That you speak! – she has exclaimed. – I was there, in the future. Not for long, but I saw, that Eerija became powerful. I saw Kaleba Uollisa, leaving of the plane. It was old, but I it saw. – it has squeezed fists. – and nobody has killed this mongrel!
Torn apart doubts Arlo has left the girl and has gone through a garden. The vegetation here was high and magnificent, with that gentle, fragrant smell which is inherent hvee – to a love flower. Old man Bedokur has brought several years ago to it to a gift runaway young hvei. Bedokur to the boy did not like, and Arlo to it did not trust, but this madman possessed touching ability to do fine gifts and besides during necessary time. Hveja – fine to volume an example.
Hejvig did not participate in actions of agents. It and so has much made also much saw. And that he saw, was awful. Therefore it was transferred to the past and there cried, recession, came to the senses, gained strength for the future.
Tunnel bend – and before Arlo the wall has seemed. It osharashenno has stared at it. By mistake it has got to deadlock! It was necessary to curtail in the opposite direction, to the centre where possibilities for flight was more. Instead he has run from a labyrinth as a mad animal, and has got to a trap!

Aton has rested a palm against back Snejpnira and vsprygnul on it. Its vigour has not seemed Arlo to the strange: the father always w as the active person. Only recently Arlo has overtaken it in growth. Aton has bent, has picked up the son and has set on a back segment of a racer. Slejpnir at all has not paid to it attention: it that on it sits Aton interested only.
– I am not so malicious on you, – he has told, – I even admire with your energy, mind. I would like, that you used them for me. Therefore I have ordered to the boys to allow to you to have a rest before it interview. I hope, your nerves have settled into shape. Sit down.
– I do not know. I had such impression. But it only impression. I do not understand much, and from me years of a life would be required to understand all. At all everything, and at least as much, how many I have understood in your life. And the life future Mauri has escaped me.
Arlo has pulled out from cold river water skatomeduzu. That resisted and tried to reach his hand a sting, but it skilful movement has broken to it a pseudo-ridge, and it has calmed down. In murder was some kind of a charm, but also and wines, therefore it never killed simply so.

Having reached a corkscrew (the name occurs from a subject mentioned in DZL: spirals from the metal wire used for vynimanija of stoppers from ancient bottles), it has stopped. There there was a salamander.
At last they have reached to navetrennogo woods. Everywhere from a ceiling stalactites hanged down, incorporating with the stalagmites rising upwards, as columns. Many of them vertical were not: the constant wind rejected a dripping liquid, inclined stone sculptures turned out also. At times, after centuries, natural forces changed a wind direction, compelling these constructions to be bent in other party, and the increased number navetrennyh columns braked air currents that affected the form of columns leeward. Slow growth gave way to aeration. As a result at stalactites randomly hanging down branches, and at stalagmites – fancifully twirled roots grew. Colours were the most different: shone blue and pink strips, narosshy a green moss. Arlo saw before itself original annals of caves: the luminescence not always was here green, and in expanding columns its ancient versions have remained.
Its place was occupied with the next attack of irritation. Why Hell has not told to it, what is able to speak on-drevnezemljanski? And if it has co me to the senses, when it bore it from a den of a dragon why has not let about it know? It quite could move on the tunnel to an attack mixes, and then again oslabla. Or just it seemed.
At Hejviga there was no huge army. The group consisted of three thousand persons. Also women there entered. It was too much to hold them on one intermediate base as various hearings could reach the enemy and guard him. Therefore small groups have been scattered on different eram, and now all has come to movement. All groups began to gather to a starting point.
But it was not its own fear. Here, keeping balance, he felt in safety. In that safety which in general is possible in caves.

Even zombies deserve certain attention. Hton forgets sometimes about them, allowing them somehow to vegetate one by one out of places of usual stay and then they indeed become helpless. Arlo could spend this zombie to its companions.
– Aton speaks, leak from gas caves. Gas gets mainly to the big tunnels over prison, but any part filters through cracks and is pulled out in such here places. Aton has set fire to gas th at it did not poison to us air.
You have spent there some years. Also has collected a lot of information. How sharing it? And to transfer us the money? It you will deserve returning in our brotherhood. Or you prefer the heated iron, nippers for vydiranija nails, appointment to those who has huge experience to force people to dream of death vainly? But I long will not allow you to die …

All of them have been dressed equally: dark green parks, the trousers filled in leather boots, helmets, the weapon, a belt with cartridges. He knew these persons better, than the palm. After all it has spent with them many years. Leonsa with wide cheekbones, a convex forehead, sensual lips, which it so often target. CHao, Indhlovu, Guttierez, Belyavsky, Maatuk ibn Pahal. They for an instant have crossed hands and have prepared the weapon as sentries could notice them and give the alarm.
– It has begun as the brilliant young philosopher. And has finished a life the statesman. I speak you about it, as you one of two people of my time to whom I can let into the secrets. Whether see, I not a wise man, I can slide only on a life surface, collecting the information. But whether I can interpret the collected facts, whether I can understand, what occurs? Whence to me to know, that should be made, that I can be made - simply have slipped on a surface of years, and Karelo Keadzimu veins, worked, thought in a thick of events. Its help was necessary to me. – whether see, – has told to it Hejvig, – one element of your culture is too developed at the expense of the others.
They moved ahead upwards on small river until walls were not narrowed and numerous stalactites, a thaw with which podpityvala small river have not seemed.
– About, of course, they could appear and arrange something. But I doubt, that they would began even to try. Anybody from them does not know a twentieth century life.