As he hated any mysticism, especially if from it smelt slightly of psychotropic substances...
He did not feel any internal confidence, but tried to speak as more as possible confidently.
Without painful, infinite, veins of extending explanations while it was possible to manage. You know that I know, but... So the
word "hope" still meant hope that Gosha will be, as well as in all of them conversations since December, 16th.
Shame and pain it has been solved silently - a uniform word of the truth and it has not been said aloud - to postpone for the
uncertain future.
Exchanging scraps of phrases, they have stayed on kitchen probably hour three - have smoked in this time a pack of
cigarettes, have drunk to tea and coffee - while, at last, have not passed to business: to an exchange of data which to
everyone managed to be collected on twisting ways of searches of Gosha.
The unique person, who though somehow appeared through mess anywhere not leading lines (as Century F) or through a
veil of a frosty fog could tell (as could tell T.V.) there was a person of the second of Gosha - this George Semenova,
insignificant, and at the same time the mysterious laboratorian from mechanics institute.
It it, the truth, did not seem insignificant. Probably, because it was the only thing about whom they knew though something
concrete and who undoubtedly could have some relation to disappearance of their son.
By the evening internally they have almost reconciled with each other. Of what it would not be desirable to think any more.
T.V., for the first time for long weeks, has made a decent supper. Century F has so calmed down that has printed before a
dream a little demanding delicate work, and for a long time films waiting to the turn.
But to sleep they have laid down separately. T.V. Has opened a window leaf - she always preferred, that at night in a room
there was fresh air. Rules in a family gradually varied, Century F sometimes smoked now in Gosha's room. And now he also
will sleep there.
Already falling asleep, she has paid attention that does not hear any hum behind a window.
Part 3. 1976. February-March.
I have forgotten was-was that loved beat-beat