Nearby date blinked.
To it was twenty nine years, - August what for has told.
I have thought that to me too twenty nine. Coincidence did not please.
The photo of Bonnara was replaced by long street for industrial transport. On its both parties smooth walls from opaque glass
rose. The chamber has shown them of nothing reflecting surface, then - a digital index under a convex eye of the lighter.
East city district, - has told August. - the factory sector, the suburb. A line of high-speed transportations. I do not represent, as
it there has brought.
I too did not represent. On automatic transfer lines, except for repair brigades, it was forbidden to people to appear: the
stream went with enormous speed, protective automatics did not guarantee safety of the casual pedestrian. Only very serious
reason could force Bonnara to get into this mess of tunnels where each two seconds with a roar the enormous cargo
container flew by over the earth.
Its external protection has passed, - August has told Why - it the automatic machine will not ask. The internal control has
fixed presence of the person on a strip there Has arrived the person on duty - already late. At once have caused us.
Bonnar lay on a roadway, prone, having thrown out forward hands. Over it policemen were bent.
Suicide? - I have asked.
Suicide, - August has told. - it has rushed between containers.
All the same it the phantom? - Yes. Here we were mistaken. We have been obliged to expect that case when someone from
us will appear the phantom. - has asked, without turning around: - Simeon, be kind, put a sounding.
On the screen there was a city - old, still brick houses silently disappeared, running against each other.
It, possibly, retrospektsija, - August has told. - most likely, the childhood. The twentieth century end.
Houses were moved apart, forming street. On gnutym to rails has crept ridiculous, iron tramvajchik, has disappeared round
the corner. From a low gate, smearing tears on round cheeks, the boy of years of ten has run out. It has looked round,
wrinkled, crying, - has buried in a wall. The slanting rain - strong and mysterious in the quietness has gone.