you re-read them! What? So, the grader driver had time, what does he… What? Well, what about the doctor of humanities?! I have lectures, public affairs, eternal fuss in the department. Okay, okay, I’m sorry! Yes, let him be at least three times as good. At least people can live these days, thank god, not bad, why shouldn’t he write well?! We don’t lie down either! Will have to read through. I once had it in my hands, but I can’t understand a damn thing about him, he winds up and… Let him write, I don’t feel sorry for him.” “Don’t be offended, I’m just speaking the say way I usually do,” Karatai laughed, feeling that he had hooked Sargel well. “You’re right, this is a smart position,” Sargel climbed to score points, “We must also respect the en- emy. Yes, what an enemy he is, he can simply become the cause of various rumours here and there, and you don’t know how I always have to fight against gossip. Actually, I can’t stand the writer’s brethren… They are all womanisers and drunkards! This man is married, has two children, he is criticised every day in the newspapers, but he too…! Well, they say he drinks bitter.” “Hey Sarga, you don’t understand me! I’m not talk- ing about wanting to see him as my daughter’s husband. I’m talking about Madiev just as a writer, and I don’t care what he does in his free time. Okay, enough about him! Listen, Sargel, why are you sitting in this dusty city? While they are gone, take the children and come to us. Stay for a bit…” “God, I wish I could get out. Try to come over…” After finishing the conversation, Sargel breathed a sigh of relief and went out to the balcony to freshen up. The sun had long since set, but the bluish evening light still flickered over the city. Sargel looked at the alley un- der the balcony and tensed, something familiar seemed to him in the figure looming near the entrance. “Hey Serbota? Hey, you?!” Serbota froze, caught off guard, then twitched and ran, crouching, around the corner. Sargel shrugged his shoulders in bewilderment and thought he had made a fool of himself. Returning to the apartment, Sargel put his hands behind his back and began pacing the rooms. Everything was in order, cleanliness, neatness. Unbeknownst to himself,
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