LIGHT. DESPOTISM CAN

– As the politician, I evade from the answer. – its sudden dryness has surprised Hejviga. – But I think, that you see the future in too gloomy light. Despotism can be destroyed. However we, Mauri, with the concentration in biology can leave to the future very bad inheritance.
– You have made for us more, – have answered Hejvig. – We have lodged you here just because the base nearby from Eerii is necessary to us. You all time risk, – after all we hide at you the things … but today all will come to an end. – it has represented a smile. – you can use all that remains after us, to marry the girl to whom it is affianced, and to live other life in the world and rest.
– The policy, men Perhaps will suffice, – she has told. – decorate with smiles the pious expressions. Today Xenia's birthday. Unless you have forgotten?
The ocean slowly rolled the green-blue waves. They were rolled on a trimaran, dousing a body of the mighty ship by cheerful splashes. The sun sparkled in sails and wings of albatrosses. Somewhere in the distance the fountain which has been let out by a whale upwards has shot up. The wind did not whistle in ears as the trimaran rushed almost with the same speed, but freshened a skin, brought salty aroma of the sea and far blossoming islands. On a deck the half-naked young man took bewitching sounds from a wooden flute, and the girl danced before it, being bent by a harmonous body. Both have been almost absolutely bared, and to look at them it was very pleasant.
Before last jerk it has well had supper in loneliness, then has accepted soporific: it was necessary to have a rest properly before business.

– Follow me, – the psychotherapist has told. Its voice was soft. Drugged by a drug, Kaleb Uollis has grasped his hand. They have left, and Hejvig remained in painful expectation. Time flew very slowly, but at last the psychotechnician has told to it, that it is possible to enter.
As it is difficult to think! Arlo seldom penetrated into motives of the actions, but now he should try. It is necessary to understand together with hvejami, because sensitive flowers as if in a mirror, reflected its self-estimation. In any sense it stayed in krovosmesitelnoj communications, probably, destroying it of: its feelings addressed within own family, not co-operating with feelings of other people. Words norn became clear.
– That does he want, Hton? – Has asked Arlo, directing attention in that place in the brain where usually there was its friend. But this time has not received the answer.
– 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.

Hejvig has arrived to Istanbul around docks and has gone kruzhnoj road not to guide spies. The road was almost empty. In one hand it bore the chronologist, in another – a flat small suitcase where Xenia's life consisted. The rain strewed from the grey sky, and soon all its clothes were dripping wet, the cold rose to a body. The sound of its steps on slippery stones was boomingly carried on deserted streets. He hurried up. After all has passed more than fifteen minutes since he has left Xenia. There were three o'clock in the afternoon, and twilight has already hung over a city.
The fortress always was carefully protected, but now when Eerija already so much years prospered, anybody would not condemn sentries who in morning of New year have decided to leave the posts and to celebrate a holiday.
– Listen, – she has whispered, – you will move forward, at morning. Let they will bring to you a breakfast, and then come back here. You have understood? I want, that they considered, that you have run away in the morning. You can move? If is not present, you were lost.
Somehow he has told Xenias, that its favourite classical poets are rather far from a real life. And it to prove it the return, has read to it the Homere, the Greek dramas, hymns … its Voice sounded with inspiration, the finger ran on lines, and among roses bees … hooted
Now Arlo moved more cautiously for new tunnels could be killing while their features are unknown. This site seemed ordinary, but Arlo not such fool to rely on appearance. It has sniffed, studying suspicious smells. Sometimes on such here dry territory the chimera trapped...
– 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.

Hton has disregarded its words. Slime began to harden. The awful white crust has covered to the Hell so, that the girl has turned to a stone sculpture.
Leonsa has turned to me. She has softly smiled, as though apologising for weakness and vulnerability of its man; that she has told, for it w as the simple remark which does not have resolutely any value:
– Means, it is similar to drugs. The person voluntary accepts a chemical compound which enslaves its brain.
The cross-section tunnel has seemed, and Arlo has curtailed into it. The dragon has braked on turn, having lost speed. Perfectly – Arlo time prize was necessary! Perhaps, Arlo could outwit a dragon while that sleepy, and itself to return back to the Hell and to specify it a flight way. Weak hope, but...

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.
It has helped Xenia to rise. The girl has seized it both hands, and he has stroked its long confused black hair, having recollected as held it when it was the child. Through a shoulder he has shouted the rest:
– Who such minonetka? – It already asked this question Bedokuru, but has not received the satisfactory answer. Certainly minonetka – the woman from a planet the Minion. Why it should matter? Why it compare to sirens, valkirijami and death?
– I can not tell it. This mysterious future … still should be studied It. – Hejvig has wiped eyes. – later, later. Now I am too tired. Borrow me the knife, I will cut after a dinner of branches to sleep properly for all time.
– Alas. We decline. The dying world. The death as is real for the whole people, as well as for separate persons Hejvig was silent, standing near the dying friend in a lap.