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The technique was called Mirko, he continued to lubricate the mechanisms and take care of the generator, which is still splashed in the canisters of solar oil. And Patich, waiting for the celebration, chewed out all his nails. When the computer broke down, the astronomer moved behind the paper, exhausting even the pipiphax with his calculations, and in dispersion finally resembled Newton, who, as you know, instead of an egg once boiled a clock.
Recently, the dialogues of the two remaining men at the top were of purely psychiatric interest: each of them, without hearing the other, claimed to be painful. The technician complained of the old generator, Patich, with his enthusiastic, purely selfless pathos, claimed that he would wipe the nose of all these Belgrade intellectualsIcam should wait a little longer.
Meanwhile, the products were running out. The evening came when the last spoon of coffee was shared. However, there was still a barley drink.
- Excellent! - Patich exclaimed it. You'll see, the flash will be visible from here.
- You're being laughed at," said the technician without a lot of trouble. - But it's like you've shut your ears with cotton wool! I don't care about your fantasies when it happens! We're still lucky - no one's crazy enough to look here. And sooner or later they will look in - and then it won't say hello! You are a Catholic, I am a Muslim. You are Croatian, I am Albanian. That's the rattling mixture! Will the Zagreb Muslims spare a Catholic? And yours won't be lazy to rock me by my hands, by my feet. Serbs cut both of them in general... Besides," the technician reminds me sadly, "it seems that a year ago you predicted the same thing, and where is it, your miracle?
- I'll tell you the story of Robinson Crusoe," said the astronomer. - For ten years, this poor sailor had been building a boat out of the strongest tree, and he hadn't left it day and night, dreaming that he would finally leave the frozen island.
- What do I care about your Robinson? - exclaimed Mirko.
- Let it be known to you," Petko Patich said in an even more triumphant manner, going on his next duty and pulling up his shoes and fur boots, "when Robinson built the boat, he discovered that he had built it too far from the shore, and it had never occurred to him before that it was impossible to drag it alone to the ocean!
- This Robinson is very much like you," the technician said.
- Robinson began to ride on the sand and sprinkle his head with it. He pulled his hair out of despair. He asked God, "Lord, why? He experienced a great shock, the greatest of all, the true despair of Job!
- This parable is your favorite ending! - The technician confirmed it. - I have heard it a thousand times.
- Finally, Robinson was tired of crying," continued the unbending Patich, "and tired of shouting, asking, sprinkling his head... He was tired of turning to God, and even tired of feeling unhappy - and for a man this is the last stage of despair - you can believe me!
- And then he started building a new boat," the technician summed up sadly. - From a tree that grew near the shore.
- Yes! Then it worked a new boat! - Patich confirmed so loudly that the only dishwasher was rattling back. Then the astronomer opened the door, stepped over the threshold and immediately stepped on the desperate guest.
Even in the morning, crossing the snowy pass, Muri smelled the approaching cold. The barracks of the observatory on the way was very convenient. The admirer of Daniel Defo, like Jacob, immediately let the cat in the warmth. And there Muri, expressing his gratitude with meowing, dealt with a portion of stew. Then he stumbled upon Petko Patich's bed, but did not jump on it. He curled up on the floor near the stove with a determination to enjoy its heat. For the sake of the unexpected guest, the astronomer even delayed, although the first starry night had already wrapped the windows with an icy crust and to the great joy of Patich moved the frost.
The technician immediately understood the intruder:
- There is nothing to appease this bastard! A blown beast! If I had my will, I would have thrown him out of the door. You just can't imagine how sneaky these creatures are... All these curves of the back, purring, and cracking are all pretenses. They know what they need to do... Yeah, it needs to be thrown out as soon as possible, otherwise it won't get away.
- Why did you jump on the little thing? - exclaimed astronomer.
- They have their own mind, no matter how fond they are of it," said the technician with determination. - They don't give a damn about everything - they only care about their own interests. - He ruthlessly picked up Moore by the skin and asked the cat angrily: "What's the plan? He decided to explore where our last supplies were kept? Sleep for a while while while it's freezing?
- He's not going anywhere now," the astronomer said generously. - I know cats: they need their own angle - and that's it.
- To feed this idler? - Mirko got angry. - We still have a dozen cans of beef stew, pasta, and something else on the soussek. We'll have nothing to eat soon enough.
- Leave him alone," said Patich.
- Of course! - the technician swooped up. - The cat will not go anywhere. As long as he doesn't feel like he has nothing to gain here. That's when he'll be blown away by the wind. They're just busy with themselves, you damned assholes. They know what they need!
- That's what's fascinating! - Petko Patich exclaimed. But I have to go.
- The whole world is crazy - everybody suffocates each other and we are about to get swattered: some lost gang will get lost... And you all talk about one thing! - The technician didn't know how to deal with the anger that had come over him. - But who needs it? Who will this stupid star of yours warm up to? You have no idea how crazy you are!
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To be continued in the next part