Marina Judenich

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    Set of locks and round eyepiece of door "eye" in the middle.
    Door long did not open, then locks gradually have one after another begun
    To click, last has hard tinkled, opening, a heavy door chain,
    To which here, probably, trusted not less than difficult and obviously expensive
    To locks - and on a threshold there was a high woman, gaunt, tightened with
    Close-cut it is perfect a grey hair, she has been dressed unexpectedly in
    Bright sports suit
    - Here did not wait! - she has said it chilly, with easy irony, not
    Having shown more any emotions and feelings, - well pass. The father, just, only
    That has come from shops - assorts bags. You not one? - Saying all it
    It has receded from a door, passing them in apartment and mechanically, as though
    Executing a certain habitual ritual has substituted Полякову a cheek for a kiss. It,
    However, it was put to it so mechanically
    - Hi, mum. Excuse - without a call
    - Well certainly, at call boxes such turns! - immediately
    Mother has responded And Микаэль has noticed for itself, that more all in this woman
    The bilious irony overflowing it - Well all right, it already is evident
    Not very well Present a companion!
    - My friend from Paris - prince Mikael Kurakin, - it is distinct and even slightly
    тожественно has spoken Poles, but Микаэль has understood - it meaningly teases
    Mother - the convinced communist as told about it in Paris
    However she was able to behave in hands
    - And why Микаэль? You after all, probably Michael call? - She has addressed
    To Kurakin, as if having turned a deaf ear to all other components it
    Representations
    - Yes, крещен Michael, but the Parisian friends call so, on French
    Harmony
    - I if will allow, nevertheless will - be on русски - Мишей. Hello - it
    Has stretched it a hand and it has felt strong almost man's hand shake dry
    Firm palm. My name is Alexander Andreevna and to your friend I
    Really mother though now it is difficult to believe in it both me, and to it. Well
    Pass in a room For the disorder I do not apologise - are guilty - not
    Have warned about visit - I worked.
    Any disorder however, in the big room to which it has spent them
    It was not observed. They have come there, passing the wide corridor which walls were
    Densely завешаны the book shelves lasting to hardly probable not to a ceiling,
    Besides, attention Микаэля was turned on themselves by huge branchy horns
    Any very large animal, deer or elk which decorated the face
    Corridor wall, under them accurately развешаны were any hunting
    Accessories to make out which it a current was not in time. The corridor floor was
    It is covered wide, a little shabby already, but ideally pure red carpet