Book-5. Troyan horse, novella

– 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. And as well, that was the girl, his ideal, clean and beautiful, here it is next, one has only to wait for her next duty to be established once and for all in getting to know her…

Sobinov came about eight in the morning. The procedures performed in the center began at nine o’clock in the morning, at the time appointed, and friends. There was still time for talking.

– Hey! How to deal with going to the library? – Barely crossed the threshold, Peter began.

– Hey! You know, everything is turned upside down!

– Curious?

Professor Kolesnikov, you know his textbook, translation, Einstein’s theory of relativity, we have studied in the academy, remember?

– Yeah! Of course, I was barely in the top three pulled out, and you’re done brother!

– It’s not about me. He made the discovery, which tried to quickly forget. And you know what? – Leonid made a deliberate pause, I see the reaction of one another. But he, burning with curiosity, blurted out:

Yeah, tell me!

– Opening of the nature of the force of gravity! That the force of gravity is nothing but the force pushing the fabric of space.

– This is what is it that space as a fluid pushes everything easier. But, in my opinion, so far no one has weighed the space. In my opinion it does not even touch on the felt.

– And you did not ask yourself the question, why do we still do not know anything about the opening?

– It is believed that the revolutionary discovery carried a threat to the entire group of scientists that instantly would have lost access to the Academic manger, not only in our country.

That’s right, Sobinov! – Leonid often called by other names when talking about whatever, then any discussion of scientific issues or projects.

– What about the opening?

– A storm of criticism has fallen on his head and a professor, not only by those most about the academic environment, but even more by his colleagues.

Yes, Leon, they too can understand. Entire billions spent on creating the most powerful accelerators micro particles colliders, and that as a result. Which is where a little- known professor, academician though, suddenly deprived of their earnings. Yes, they will fight for their place and in every way to push this opening, so as not to give him a decent publicity.

– And there is not a sly way of logic by elementary proof, based on the fundamental laws of physics and higher mathematics, proved the nature of the gravitational force. Not only that, but also a new look at the structure of the universe…

Leonid did not finish, when there was a knock on the door, followed by a thud, in the crack, stuck his head nurse:

– Boys! Anna quickly on the procedure!