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- E fructu arbor cognoscitur, Tymosha! - muttering Stout in incredible excitement. - We will tear down the last barrier! I will make sure that you are shown at the Stockholm conference. Belange and his associates must be dealt a final and crushing blow! Final and crushing! - Stout repeated in ecstasy, without breaking off the bars.
- This two-legged man had lost his mind," said the goose to his friends, after Pete and the company had finally left. - What kind of bullshit does he say about a barrier?
Both goosebirds kept quiet. They were planted here for the sole purpose of pleasing the gentleman. So it was none of their business.
As for Stout, the doctor did not achieve anything to his undisguised grief - he was not given Timosh. They have already moved in Moscow. Someone in the government came up with the idea that the Ministry of Defense needs such copies in vain. Shortly after the visit of the foreigner the scientist goose was delivered to the secret capital scientific research institute and finally disappeared from the field of vision not only of supporters of Fatherland, but also of the almighty CIA.
Curiosity of the Pentagon could be understood - in the winter of 1993 at the Nevada training ground with a crackle failed experiments on massive use of combat cockroaches.
Having suffered a fiasco in Russia, Stout joined the specialists of the Chicago Dolphinarium. John Deeley, an oceanographer, promised him a long-awaited breakthrough without getting out of the pool and tirelessly exposing his wards to all sorts of experiments.
Pete's competitors had no less reason to celebrate this winter. Their eyes also turned to the faraway Moscovy, where the supporters of Belange finally comprehensively investigated the Russian sect of "runners". The hermit of Hannover was told that the "runners", like representatives of the Chin school and star-loving dervishes, spend their lives in tireless travels, traveling from city to city, from village to village.
To receive like-minded people, the sectarians have spread out a network of houses and shelters throughout the country, where travellers stay overnight. In the recent past, shelters to receive runners have been equipped with hiding places. Shelters in the villages are still traditionally located on the outskirts of the countryside - underground passages to the nearby forest are real engineering structures several hundred meters long.
Despite the fact that the movement of "runners" was based on the search for a certain Bialowodie region three hundred years ago, later the adherents of the school philosophically rethought this vague image. Modern wanderers are looking for the so-called inner Shambhala, grasping one by one the secrets of their very closed teachings and ascending its steps, like Masons. Yet they know in advance that they will never reach the "promised land", for perfection cannot be achieved.
- Ex oriete lux! - was admired by the professor. - Magda et veritas,et praevalebit!
And the cat ran and ran...
On one of the snow-covered peaks of the Tiaglovsky mountains an observatory was set up shortly before the civil war. The tower of the telescope was approached by dazzling, icy steps, like the stairs of James. Walking on them inevitably turned into Sisyphus flour, which is why from the door of a residential barracks to the tower was stretched rope, which daily clung to the famous outramer of scientific calmness, Zagreb astronomer Petko Patić.
The strange astronomer had a difficult fate. Seven years ago, this very promising associate professor announced to the scientific council about the discovery of the regularities of explosions of supernovae stars in the galaxies E-130-M, H-115 and recently discovered by Zilbert and Keith spiral galaxy D-104-2. According to Patich's calculations, the time interval from explosion to explosion was exactly 1324. He has in detail stated his theory at the meeting of the Yugoslavian Astronomical Society, where he gladly shared his revelation with the academic aces.
The unquenchable enthusiasm of the narrator had the opposite effect. Patich was listened to, but the statement about the predicted new explosion of a supernova in the constellation D-104-2, which was supposed to make the world happy already in 1991, caused quite understandable skepticism. In the ensuing hour of debate, Patić lost all his former authority. His fervor and the mutual insults that followed resulted in the expected ostracism.
In 1991, when the promise did not break out, Patić recalculated his table and admitted that he had made a miscalculation - only for a few months, though. They laughed at him again, but he was not going to give up. In the fatal year of 1992, the disgraced dreamer was sheltered in his observatory by his former classmates, burdened with families and earthly deeds, and least prone to epiphany and breakthroughs.
Before the routine research he was not allowed to - however, Patić was not interested in everyday life. Living an outcast and improving his table, he suddenly waited for significant changes: the war began, and compassionate friends immediately fled. The Albanian technician remained afraid to get down from the rocks into the burning fire.
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To be continued in the next part