“The patient (patient crossed out and beyond), oops wrong, a lot of fun in his work”, the signature, Somebody. At the professor sent a reply to this forum Somebody, namely, the following:
“In a replica of the court jester:" This is nonsense, stupid!”
William Shakespeare, “King Lear” Act 1, Scene 4. “Translated from English. Sounds like,” This is nonsense, you fool!”
The professor had other answers, but they all carried the only compassion and pain for the fact that the scientific world does not understand the problem, let alone break his comfortable existence in science. Traces of the professor’s work lost in those early 80- ies of the twentieth century. During this time, and in the early twenty- first century scholars deeply into the study of the microcosm. Were built and launched powerful colliders. And the biggest of them on the border of France and Switzerland. But the answer to the nature of gravity, he never gave. On the threshold of the twenty- first half of the century, scientists around the world are struggling with the problem of the origin of the gravitational force to no avail.
Leonid sighed, his gaze stopped on a slender Cypress outside. It was 20 hours 10 minutes and diamonds. Yet the sun was shining, emitting rays of sunset fading evening on top of the crown.
Turning off your computer, it looked at a red mop of dyed hair Lyudmila Petrovna seen from behind the library counter.
– Lyudmila! – He called a librarian.
– Yes! I know! – Answered quickly woman – What you say to me?
This puzzled by Leonid: “What did she mean by that? And he hopes? "– Thinking it was found:
– What would you like to hear?
Well, – playfully, rolling his eyes, began to speak librarian. – What time later. Well, that day I had to eighteen zero, zero!
– But, the library in the evening runs to twenty zero, zero! – Tried to argue Leonid. Lyudmila P. blushed. Did not know what to say. He got up from the table, walked over to the rack:
– Thank you, Lyudmila! – Replied curtly and walked out into the hallway. Closing the door behind him, he heard the following:
– What I said to him Lyudmila? I Luda!
Chapter 5
Krazimov not topaz, followed by another alley lit by the setting sun. Did not come out of my head Lyudmila Petrovna its complexes lonely middle- aged women, which was well past this age. And just appeared, as if from brand new nurse, marching forward, broke his train of thought wheeled around an aging woman. He curiously examined the approaching figure of a slender girl in short shorts. Caught sight of the elastic swaying nipples under a light blouse. Her brown hair, heavy waves falling to the narrow shoulders, effectively set off the correct shape of the face, emphasizing the long black lashes and a fine flourish, sensual eyebrows. The girl drew near, felt his eyes and blushed. At this point, become more attractive, more brightly flashed her youthful beauty.
– Hello! – Coming up with Leonid, suddenly she said at a barely audible.
Not expecting greetings, Leonid, confusedly said,
– Hello! But we’ve already said hello! – He mumbled retreating youthful essence, dumbfounded, freezing in place. Luster youthful beauty shone in that instant, like a thunderbolt, as a moment as the perfect moment. And suddenly surging emotions flared lines:
“… I remember a wonderful moment,
In front of me was you!
Like a fleeting moment,
As an image of pure beauty!”
He stood without moving, enchanted the young creature, and only immortal lines Pushkin throbbed at his temple, combined with the quickened heartbeat.
Leonid, the remaining part of the way, could not remember woke up only at the entrance stairs to the dormitories.
At a table sat a familiar duty nurse something, writing in the logbook.
– Val, say, a brand new long you work?
– Trainee of the Medical Faculty of space medicine.
– There is no such profession. – Said Leonid.
– Something I do not understand, Leon – a nurse, a librarian and worked in a rehabilitation center for a long time and was not the first youth. But, unlike Lyudmila Petrovna, Valentina let myself unceremonious treatment of patients, it is forgiving. – What are you going to medical?
– No. Just a specialty in this area of medicine called a little differently.
Well, they do not call it porridge with butter, and butter will not spoil it.
– What is true is true.
A Varya will on duty another month, and then in Moscow for the test in practice. – While at the Valentina flashed in his eyes sparkle smile, which she tried to hide her, tilting his head over the magazine – Here is the report for her writing, I forgot I guess.
But Leonid did not hear her, he was already approaching the ward number 12.
On the table, under a bouquet of peony, Leonid found a piece of paper with the words. The two managed to fall off the petal from a flower and lay on the note. Leonid wiped them on the table, picking up a piece:
“I do not wait. Out to accompany his wife, I will be in the morning!”
Wives and visitors are visiting center patients are not allowed to stay for the night.
The sudden loneliness and lost the opportunity to discuss the opening of Professor Kolesnikov, which he would like to explore with a friend, have made adjustments to the planned soybean evening. Was twenty- one ten Moscow time. Leonid went to the coffee table, turned on the desk lamp. In the gloomy light flooded the room, illuminating two soft leather chairs, a table and a shelf on the wall with books. Seated comfortably in one of the chairs, Krazimov began to leaf through the records in a thick leather notebook, trying to focus on the content. But through the slender tie of formulas like an obsession, stood out image of the girl. Pretty face framed by wavy brown hair care imagination. Her face pop up over the rows of letters and formulas, mixing the concepts and meaning of reading. Surely wear away completely impotent in the struggle with the imagination and the desire to focus on the records, he slammed the book. He spent a few minutes in the chair. Then I decided to get out and walk before going to bed, take a breath of fresh evening stroll.
Lit alleys of the park, met his quiet evening twilight, the impending coolness and light rustle of leaves on slender poplars along the tree- lined avenues of the park. And the silence and the night chill, and that rustle, rustle of the eternal poplar leaves, even in calm weather, cooled the fevered heart of Leonidas. Gradually, in the order of thought and came to rest. As well sometimes walk alone through the quiet alleys, to be alone with himself. The acuteness of the senses in these moments of solitude becomes, what is special brightness and sharp, and responsive, the perception of reality in reality revives fantastically imagined, until that moment, the pictures of the beautiful. Leonid And it seemed that I cook it for a long time knows that practically feel her breath, even from a distance.