The suit has already been spread out to beds, and Redrik has begun to put on. It fastened a tie before a mirror when behind
his back floor boards have quietly squeaked, hazardous puffing was distributed, and it has made a gloomy face not to burst
out laughing.
- At! - the thin voice has shouted suddenly near to it, and it have seized by a foot.
- Ah! - Redrik has exclaimed, fainting on a bed.
Monkey, laughing loudly and screaming, has immediately scrambled on it. It trampled down, pulled hair and poured streams of
different data. Neighbour's Villi has torn off a foot at a doll. On the third floor the kitten, all white and with red eyes, - probably
was got, did not obey mum and went to the Zone. For a supper there was a porridge with jam. The uncle Shoe polish again
nasosalsja also was the patient, he even cried. Why fishes do not sink, if they in water? Why mum did not sleep at night?
Why fingers five, and hands two, and a nose one?. Redrik cautiously embraced the warm being creeping on him, peered in
huge, entirely dark, without fibers, an eye, nestled a cheek to the chubby, grown gold silky down to a cheek and povtorjal: -
the Monkey... Ah you, the Monkey... The Monkey you such...
Then over an ear phone has sharply rung out. He has given a hand and has taken the call.
- I listen.
The tube was silent.
- Hallo! - Redrik has told. - Hallo! Nobody responded. Then in a tube has clicked, and short hooters were distributed. Then
Redrik has risen, has lowered the Monkey on a floor and, already any more without listening to it, has pulled trousers and a
jacket. The monkey rumbled without stopping, but he only absent-mindedly smiled one mouth so at last to it it has been
declared that the daddy has swallowed language, teeth has had a snack, and he has been left alone.
It has returned to a closet, has combined in a portfolio that lay on a table, has run in a bathroom for kastetom, has again
returned to a closet, took a portfolio in one hand, a basket with a bag in another, left, has carefully locked a door of a closet
and Gute has shouted: "I have gone!" - when you will return? - Has asked Guta, leaving kitchen. It has already brushed the
hair and tinted, and on it there was not a dressing gown, and a house dress, its most favourite - is bright-dark blue with the
big cut.
- I will call, - he has told, looking at it, has then approached, has bent and has kissed on cut.
- Go, - has said in low tones Guta.