IT AT ALL

– I have arrived there, – spoke to me subsequently Hejvig, – to learn the truth about civilisation Mauri at the moment of it vzdeta. Also has seen, th at it at all the savages who have come back to a bosom of the nature. Moreover, their brain has been adjusted more structurally, than at many people of the twentieth century. However meanwhile they could not receive some good fuel for devices more hard air. They did not have even a helium for creation of safe dirigible balloons. We have too tried, having destroyed all that could.
– The perfected metal can cut a tree and a human flesh, – has told Keadzimu. – the Explosive does foundation ditches, but can destroy and people. Drugs … yes, yes. I assure you, that it is the main problem which disturbs our government. And it not usual drugs which stimulate imagination, no, we already have chemical substances which can force to believe the person in everything, that to it will tell. I am almost glad, that Federation hegemony in the future will stop. Hence, the fault that will occur to mankind, will lay down not on us. – Keadzimu has tended Hejvigu. – But you, the unfortunate traveller in time, you are compelled to think of the future. This evening – evening of the peace sky. Look at stars, inhale aromas, listen to singing of birds, feel wind breath. Be at one with the Earth.
At them in the house was three servants. It is not enough the then when works was not so much, and to employ people was in very simply. At Hejviga a service there was a groom – kappadokiets with the person of the swindler. It was married to the cook. Xenia with pleasure pottered with their children, indulged them. It looked after a garden which soon became the present corner of paradise. The rest of the time she was engaged in sewing, showing thus the big talent, read books which to it brought Hejvig.
And the dragon already moved, for the present inertly and drowsily, shaking a stone footfall of the feet. Arlo has screamed, as if in fear – a simple problem! – also has run on the spiral tunnel.

Hejvig marked places where marauders with extraction stopped, and transferring to record to people on Eerii which, changed clothes by crusaders, took away extraction. In this bedlam it was possible to do anything you like, not involving attention. Extraction was transferred on the ship standing in a safe place.
Hejvig has returned to a room. Near a wall laid dying Moriarti. House, servants and pupils Dukasa have bunched. Some of them have been wounded in firing. Bardas the dead laid.
After that he has started talking quickly, not going into details, giving only the general scheme of the actions. It has quickly distributed all condition on banks, having put contributions on assumed names. Thus J. F.Hejvig has disappeared from a scene. And as in the twentieth century it did not have anybody from relatives, except mother and the doctor, nobody will be surprised to its sudden disappearance. And he can warn them the letter.

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...
On October, 31st, 1971 it was necessary on Sunday. It means, that tomorrow children will go to school. Looking at children, I have recollected children when they were at the same age, I about Kejt. I have made fire in a fireplace, have prepared the favourite tube, a mug with hot sidrom, I have put favourite plate Kejt on a player have sat down at fire, having plunged in memoirs. To me it was quiet, and I was happy.
In a city fires flared. The bitter smoke curled. People as mad rats, hid in houses or ran out from them. And everywhere they were waited by one: murders, violence, robberies, beatings, mockeries. In streets corpses rolled. Blood flew on ditches. Mothers mourned over children, children with the loud we cry searched for mothers, yet did not become victims terrified from blood and murder of vandals. All priests subjected to severe tortures that they have told where church treasures are hidden. All has been plundered: subjects of art, a jewelry were scattered on the whole continent. And a little that was preserved. Not thinking of a cultural value of treasures, barbarians broke out precious metals and stones, the rest was burnt. So much was lost from this a cultural heritage that stored Constantinople till this awful day. And Turks were here at anything. All were made by crusaders.

Now Arlo has seen, that it is the girl. At least, not the boy. A breast as at the man, but between feet it is not visible any shoot.
It from prison is there was a unique hint. The criminal rejected similar. But it is final not what its mood so quickly varies?
From a player Mozart's music flew, in a lap at me the small volume with Keats's verses laid, nearby on a table there was a glass where it has been poured on two fingers of whisky. Memoirs crowded in my head and sometimes forced to smile. Fine time for the old person.
There was a November, 1213. Hejvig has chosen this month because knew: there will be a dirt, slush, a cold – and agents Eerii will not be on duty at my house. But on the bank of a bay the Gold Horn weather was not such cold though the penetrating wind blew through Black sea from Russia, bringing a rain. In houses of Byzantines for protection against a cold there were only copper braziers – fireplaces here were the expensive. Xenia's small body shuddered from a cold, in lungs rattles were heard.
He has learnt at once this shaggy carpet, heavy furniture, photos on walls. Air was cheeses and filched. Through frosty patterns on glasses light hardly got here. Maatuk remained to protect an input. Hejvig and Leonsa have passed through an office in a bedroom.

Hejvig and Leonsa were at me in March then their work was in the heat. And only in Day of All Sacred has heard history continuation.
The head has risen. On the dirty person tears flew, and behind the confused yellow locks huge eyes shone.
– Yes. We read books Uollisa and listened to its stories. I do not think, that he lay. He the egoist, but in such questions will not lie.