Suddenly the dark cloud has closed the sun. The large warm rain has gone. pol has looked back on settlement, on the white
small houses scattered in dark greens of gardens.
It seemed to it that trellised paraboloids of synoptic condensers on an openwork tower of microweather station are
established directly on it. The rain has passed quickly, the cloud has moved after herd. pol has become interested in vague
silhouettes which have unexpectedly appeared over horizon, but here it began to bite. It were a disgusting kind insects,
small, grey and with wings. pol has understood that it is flies. Perhaps, even the manure. Having understood it, Pol has
jumped on feet and has quickly rushed off in settlement. Flies did not pursue it.
pol has passed small river, has stopped on coast and some time thought: to bathe or not to bathe? Having decided, it is not
necessary what to bathe, it has started to rise on a footpath to settlement. IT went and thought: "And it is correct that over
me a rain have poured. And flies know, on what to sit down... So also it is necessary to me, the parasite.
All work as people. The captain flies... Athos catches fleas on blue stars... Lin, the lucky beggar, cuts someone... Well for
what to me such? Why I, the fair hard-working person, should feel the parasite? "He went on a footpath and thought, how it
was good in that noche when it has groped the decision of a problem of Tchebotaryov both has roused to the Lead and has
forced all to check up, and when all has appeared correct, she even has kissed him on a cheek... pol has touched a cheek
and has sighed. It would be healthy to be buried now in any ha-aroshuju a problem like the theorem the Farm!. But in a head
only ringing emptiness and only any idiotic voice repeats:" we Will take from something a square root... "On settlement Pol
suburb has again stopped. Under a branchy sweet cherry lay on a wing single pterokar. Near pterokara with a sad kind the
boy of years of fifteen squatted. Before it, monotonously buzzing, the long-legged cyberyard keeper turned in a grass. To the
cyberyard keeper it was obviously bad.