But after all death ashes the state fell asleep us, instead of! - has hoarsely told sendo.
It is true. However first of all money is received not by you, and rybopromyshlenniki which have lost hundred millions on the
And our Narikava, - the mechanic has inserted.
Yes, mister Narikava too, of course, will receive. Then, in my opinion, will pay to fish-canning factory owners. To insurance
societies. To military department...
And it at what here? - Motouti was surprised.
Vakaso засмеялся:Военному to department will always come from any means. Further...
To Ministry of Health for your treatment. To government officials... H'm... For supervision and so on. Well, and many other
And how we? - Without crying nearly, has murmured sendo.
And to us, - with jeer Motouti has told, - will bring the remained remains and will tell: "Here to you for your burnt giblets, choke
and do not ache".
E-e... It you too, mister Motouti, - coughing, has told.vakaso. - it is final, victims will be rewarded. Well, not hundred millions,
the truth, but nevertheless... I Think, you receive enough comfortably to live for the rest of the natural.
Though on hundred thousand would get! - Sendo, wet for excitement and disappointment, looked such pity, what even it
became a pity to the mechanic it.
Anything, the Totimi-dignity, - he has seriously spoken. - will give out comfortably to attain the age enough. However... After
all now all the same will not give out - we have signed the appeal...
Vakaso засмеялся:Вы the big merry fellow, mister Motouti. But it is not necessary to joke so angrily.
Mister Totimi can take offence. I do not think, that your signatures have somehow affected indemnification questions.
Sendo, turned away was to a wall, has promptly sat down on постели:Не will affect, you speak? Certainly, no.
Give me a pencil and this piece. - it long primerivalsja, twisted a pencil over a paper, glancing frowningly that at Vakaso
patiently sitting on a chair on Motouti, then has suddenly dared and has hasty scratched the signature. - I too am not worse
than others, - he has murmured. - and suddenly it all the same will help? When Vakaso has said goodbye and has left,
carrying away under the arm the portfolio, Motouti long lay on a back, having thrown hands for a head, and reflected.
Perhaps, hardly it would put the signature if there were no itself a victim "Bikini ashes"... If greetings and consolation words
did not come to it from all over the world... If Umeko did not cry... If... No, Motouti has changed.
Has changed and never becomes former. And sendo...
He has fallen asleep...
In the morning patients, doctors, Tokyo, all Japan has learnt that heart refuses to work for radio operator Kubosava.
CHAMBER No311Udzuki-san! An udzuki-dignity! The professor has hardly opened an eye and villages on a bed. Behind
an office window it was dark, on a ceiling the light square from an external lantern has fallen asleep.