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10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>Ognennyj potok s oglushitelnym revom vorvalsia v Komnatu, zahlestnul osevogo s pomoshchnikom, podhvatil ih, kak podhvatyvaet Opavshie listia uragan, i ogromnym pylaiushchim sharom, streliaiushchim vo vse storony Tugimi zhgutami ognia, rinulsia na menia. I poslednie trupy ee zhitelej. Kakoj by samostoiatelnoj i uverennoj v svoih silah ona ni kazalas, ona Devushka. Vprochem, ia Ispytal k nemu simpatiiu eshche togda, kogda Celitel soobshchil mne, chto, v Otlichie ot svoego bratca, on otkazalsia ot mesti za sryv ohoty. On ne Gubitel, net. Desiatki krepkih Rebiatishek zaniaty nashimi poiskami, chtoby razdelatsia s nami raz i navsegda, a Ia torchu v etom osinom gnezde i podzhidaiu prikliuchenij na svoiu zadnicu. Vot tolko iz-za zamknutogo obraza zhizni sheltian, pohozhe, malo Kto ob etom znal v civilizovannom mire. Prokold prosypaetsia. Dno kolodca predstalo glazam v pervozdannom vide chistyj, do bleska Vylizannyj i otshlifovannyj kamen. Nadelano ne tak uzh mnogo shuma, slishkom Bystro vse proizoshlo napadenie tvari, poiavlenie Gronta Nikto iz postoialcev, k Schastiu, tak i ne prosnulsia, ne vyglianul v koridor i ne okazalsia nevolnym Svidetelem nebyvalogo unizheniia mastera mechej, krome ego samogo. <o:p></o:p></span></font></p>
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