You still THERE, my Stak. You still live "in that country, about which not zagrezish and in the sleep". There is no this
country, and never was. "But always, both in pleasure, and in a grief, only very quietly cover eyes: in the restless, distant,
dark blue sea brigantina lifts sails..." Flibustery were ordinary criminals, my Stak, sea shpana, bloody and mean. And the
author of these lines has died the most ordinary terrible death - he has been killed in the war... You all imagine that there is
somewhere Paradise, my Stak, and somewhere - the Hell. They not SOMEWHERE, they here, round us, and they always
co-exist: torturers live in Paradise, and martyrs - in the Hell, and the Last Judgement has taken place for a long time, and we
of it not and have noticed behind efforts about the Future......
Sometimes it seems to me that I am absolutely not necessary to you, the Viscount. You are disgustingly self-sufficient -
nobody is necessary to you....
You are mistaken. You are very necessary to me. I have put on you. You - my army, my striking power. So all right to
correspond......
And unless you do not consider that my Mission more than you... Either than I... Or than both of us?...
No. Also we will not speak more about it....
The viscount, I after all only wish to understand... I wish to understand......
It is not necessary, the Viscount has told is angry. It is not necessary. There are things which are better for knowing, than to
understand. "I recollect the sun... And in vain I aspire to forget that the secret is ugly". The secret - is ugly, my Stak. The
secret - is always ugly...
11Он has regained consciousness and at once has tried to sit down, but Ivan has adhered it for plecho: - Wait. Do not
hurry up... The Head will begin to spin... - Ivan spoke very silently and all time looked around - strange shuddering
movements of the wild animal expecting an attack.
He did not begin to argue. He felt not very well. It would not be desirable to rise, it would be desirable to turn over on a flank,
to roll up eyes and to doze.
Minutes six hundred. He felt not the patient even, and completely tired and broken, as if boxes of sinkers. But it was
inconvenient to lie. And why at it was difficult and to breathe hot. And a head was hot. And all person - especially a forehead
and a mouth - pulled together something, yes so that the skin shrivelled, as if dried out.
It has raised a hand and has touched.
Hair. A rough unfamiliar tow near by. A dirty grease tow on a head. Also has begun to smell suddenly - a tow.