husband.
All right, give! – Krazimov the door shut.
– I’ve brought you oranges, pears. – Breaking away from the grip of her husband, she hastened to say. Sobinov looked around the room. At the dinner table with a wide window stood a fruit bowl full of oranges and pears. A huge bouquet of pink and white peony standing in a flower vase, filling the chamber intoxicating aroma, dipping Sobinov the homely atmosphere where there is no official worries and just peace and the love of a loved one surrounded by a halo of nature all his happiness.
Chapter 4
Leonid came out in the lobby, taking a dip in the usual, after the noisy Latin American companies, the silence. In the alley that led to the dining room, he encountered a group of Bengalis, was pacing in his underwear, which was granted to them in the infirmary center. Customs of the people have been embodied in his underwear with dangling drawstrings and white linen shirts at issue, relying to a set of underwear. Obviously, they arrived more recently on the rehabilitation and management of the center in the person of the head physician did not have time to report on hospital orders. Foreigners were talking animatedly about something, slowly heading into the dining room. Leonid curiously watched the group of Bengalis. At the entrance they were met by the head physician himself and brought to a nearby alcove, which were scattered in secluded areas of the park. Leonid same proceeded inside. With Bengalis he faced, leaving the dining room. They were already dressed in European fashion in colorful sleeveless prudently tucked into wrinkled cotton trousers tightened with leather straps.
Library building was located a few meters from the dining room and the reading room, where he came in, was a fragrant scent of oriental spices wafting from there.
Lyudmila Petrovna, the librarian of the center, who worked for decades as a librarian, greeted him with a charming smile, hiding, as it seemed to her age.
– Can I help you, young man? – Playfully sparkling gray eyes, she met a visitor.
– Hello, Lyudmila Petrovna! – Leonid politely said hello.
– You can just, Luda! – Clarified librarian. A smile slowly left her face and to keep the last glimpses of kindness, smile fading. Leonid had, squeezing out words like hardened toothpaste from a tube:
Lyudmila- Pet… Luda, I would library network search find something.
On the re- shining face Lyudmila Petrovna friendly display the lines around his gray eyes shining with youth: Of course, of course, young man! And if I may ask?
– Do not wait for an answer, she added: – Probably poems about passionate love, a lonely young man in a lonely suffering for it, girl?
– With her eyes rolled back in the romantic impulse to an imaginary novel about two lovers hearts.
– Yes! – He would say “Oh no!” – But in time he changed his mind, adding:
– You Lyudmila probably wrote poems in … – faltered again got better – in school.
– Yes you are, young man, I am writing them now! Listen to this:
“.. A quiet, suave, walking,
The night is filled with thee;
The street is gone!
Morning, Dark dawn,
Radiantly play of,
The trail led!
The day came on the clear light,
And the beam, dressed in amber,
Glowed with fire!
There just are not you with me!
I have not warmed thee!
Paint fade in the afternoon!..”
Lyudmila Petrovna sighed with her eyes moist. Have not seen it met the love working here in a rehabilitation center for many years librarian.
In order to comfort the poor woman, and Leonid said he also wrote poetry. The eyes have regained former librarian playfulness:
– Be sure to read! Do not be shy. I listen to you carefully! – It is a marginal, and somehow not natural for her age, curiously, stared her large gray eyes, Leonid, leaning his elbows on the counter, and his chin in the palms of both hands, prepared to listen. Leonid, embarrassed and blushing, began to recall the school poetry, once upon a time, dedicating their classmate, had a crush:
“I am, evening, I remember, we are with you!
Evening twilight lay down.
And look, girlish beauty
What kind of a captivated!
You are standing on the masonry of the stream.
And the slender poplar row.
You’re talking to me – I draw!
The trees rustle in the mood!
A, whose? Whose? Whose! —
Asked suddenly singing nightingale.
And the second song of the nightingale,
I said: – Be Mine!”
– What a lovely poem. Tell me, you did not try to print? – Recalling his bitter experience in trying, in some sort of provincial tabloid print at least something of his numerous love poems, said Lyudmila Petrovna.
Yeah me, somehow it never occurred to me. – Said Leonid – Lyudmila, so you betray me a laptop.
– Yes! Yes! Of course. Sit down over there for the best table, I’ll plug my system.
Leonid sat down at a specified location, and began to view, on a volume, shimmering bluish glow, a clear picture, information, changing it a touch of his fingers, as if pushed by an invisible keyboard.
He was interested in everything related to the nature of the gravitational attraction. Possible research in space ejection of matter, and the related phenomenon of phenomena. The desired article he found in catalog Academy of Sciences of the USSR for 1985. It Academician Valentin Kolesnikov Albertovich, Doctor of Physical and Mathematical Sciences has made a sensational discovery, entitled “Understanding the nature of the origin of gravitation”, dated April 24, 1985 year. Leonid read it in detail and decided to write for a deeper understanding. If you look at the forum by the comments made by scientists in the discovery and finding out there is no positive response, Leonid began to be written on sheets of writing paper with a ballpoint pen. Lyudmila Petrovna, stealthily observe the actions of Leonidas, followed by the monitor for its searches. After a while she came out from behind his counter, walked over to Leonid and put it on the table a copy of the article, which managed to capture on paper with your monitor. Krazimov looked at her surprised eyes:
– Lyudmila, thank you! But, I still will state its ordinary ballpoint pen on these sheets here in order to gain insight into the reasoning professors and may be supplemented their findings and observations.
– Sorry, Leonid, I wanted to help you. – Blushing, said the librarian.
– Let’s here, my copy handy to verify their findings.
The librarian went for a rack and delved into reading the book, and Leonid continued to rewrite the article in detail, presenting the thoughts of Professor, on paper, delving into the theory of the origin of the opening of Gravity:
“The Academy of Sciences of the Ukrainian SSR
Order of the Red
Banner Institute of Physics
24.04.1985g. №60.27- 1437
Academician, Doctor of Physical and Mathematical Sciences
prof.