Local umeltsy have fine tried over pass - the hatch, for which Maxim has casually pulled, has been plentifully greased solidolom,
all interiors of a platform sole are screwed accurately together from the places, dismantled and whether thrown out, whether
adapted in an economy. The opposite board in which the huge hole from an armour-piercing shell gaped, has appeared carefully
processed, ground, especially sharp jags are blunted or cut off, and communications going along a board which have not been
destroyed by explosion and for any reason are not disassembled, have appeared pressed to a metal floor enormous self-made
skoboj. Maxim as a rat, has climbed through through a through hole, has jumped off on the earth and it has appeared on well
trampled down footpath winding on nepahannoj mezhe, bending around rare funnels and, probably, minefields.
He has put hands in pockets and has walked on it, trying not to attack the small puddles plentifully scattered on its way as if
splinters of a brown mirror, and thus not too to evade from a track that inadvertently on to run into a crazy mine. The way was
coming the remote. Maxim breathed a full breast, typing air which has become permeated with the smell of the wet earth in lungs
to a pain in stomach and breast muscles and as long and powerfully exhaled saved up during vegetation in the poisoned city
atmosphere sated with steams of solar oil and gasoline, smokes of eternal big fires and aromas of the littered water drain, toxins,
soot, the ashes which has hammered in tracheas, bronchial tubes and alveoluses, feeling all is better and better, more vigorous
and more vigorous, less sleepy and even titki the rural maids, sung by voluptuous aged men, did not seem such unattainable.