- Never it is necessary suetis-sa, - he has told aloud with Chinese prononsom to anybody specially without addressing -
unless to Vanechke. - Never it is necessary volnovas-sa: it is possible under car ochutis-sa or under tram okazas-sa...
So. Where the Viscount? - He has asked general Malnycha. - Where here at you my Victor Grigorevich?.
He any more did not feel fear. The anxiety - was. Unpleasant surprise - is doubtless. Irritation. Displeasure. Discomfort. My
God, he has recollected, send to me a difficult life and easy death... Nicolas's Favourite introduction. Which already is not
present, and which life was difficult, and death, apparently, - easy... If it is plot, he has thought casually, all means with the
Viscount o-kej. Not most bad of variants, by the way...
They already went on the next cream corridor - ahead purposeful general Malnych, behind it the Owner, and somewhere
nearby, outside of visibility, silent Ivan. And here the yellow-eyed doctor in the colonel's bridges already with them was not.
That is curious. But muffled many-voiced noise - accrued, it did not sound any more on the brink of consciousness, it muffled
steps, but no word in this human rumble could be disassembled still. Din. It was din.
The cream corridor has suddenly become - white. The ceiling has shot up on pair superfluous metres, and along a corridor on
a ceiling white matte spheres of the ordinary electric lamps hanging on white probes have gone on reasonable from each
other distance. There was suddenly a hospital - not too smart, but quite worthy image, clean, sparsely populated, white
dressing gowns of nurses have loomed in a distance, and these nurses behaved quietly and had not something in common
loudly and imperiously as it at them is found in municipal institutions for semidead penzikov. All has become around quite
decently and even, perhaps, it is magnificent, if not this, a huge pillow knocked down, but clear din...
- Here, - general Malnych has invited, opening before the honoured guest is abnormal a wide white door. - Is not present-is
not present, - he has told Vanechke. - you remain here... All right to wait... Here hospital, the sir! Vanechka has without effort
overcome its inept resistance, it was put at a door, only a head has pushed also the left shoulder and has immediately
returned to a corridor all with the same melancholically fast kind and has leant against a white wall as if it and did not break
just any interdictions and in general here there is nothing - the silent, obedient, harmless fellow who to everyone will make
nothing to offend.
The general has become is red, but from a quarrel has kept itself and, holding a door, has again invited the Owner inside,
already without any words, and only a nod and movement of shaggy eyebrows.
It has entered and at once has seen the Viscount.
The viscount slept - the small, dried out old man, liliputik, the wrinkled unfortunate dwarf, lysovatenky, mean, pity. He has
thought: it is impossible for us so long not to see. We kill in ourselves love. I cannot love this old man, I do not know it...