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In desperation, he threw away a cat that hid under the astronomer's bed.
- You're crazy," Mirko continued. - Do you understand that or not? Laying your back on the cement floor, sticking out at this lens at night, drawing something in your stupid notebooks!
- Let everything burst! - Let them all change their minds and shoot each other. The council is a bunch of mossy idiots. Not today, not tomorrow, these idiots will be embarrassed!... However, what to convince you? Let the whole of Zagreb and Belgrade, and even Europe, get burned - does it matter?
Seeing that the technician has gone numb from such a speech, Patić added quite harshly:
- I am not going to discuss it with you. You are free to run away at any moment. But I will wait! And let this night glue me to the floor, let my hands freeze, let the last rag of bread remain... I am ready to chew even needles.
- What will it give you? - The technician sneakedly asked for it. - What can you do about the advice? And what will you say to them if you do something wrong again?
The answer surpassed all expectations - Patich farted triumphantly.
- You filthy bastard! - He remembered Mirko's cat again when the astronomer clung to the rope and clung to the freezing frost and the incredible starry night above the mountains. - If you think that's the way to live, stuff your belly and think we're both idiots, you're wrong. You can still fool this fool - but stay away from my broom.
With these encouraging words, he tried to get the cat. However, Moore cautiously loved the farthest corner under the bed.
- Run, run..." the technician mumbled, meanwhile. - Quicker to his own, otherwise strangers will come. It is impossible to stay in any way! As for you," he recalled again and again, "I will do everything to get you out of here tomorrow. I can smell your spitting... You bend your back, and when you happen to swallow our bones first... I hate it! I hate you so much! You are useless to worry about, to warm up and feed... You hear me, you shameless bastard?
- You are right, two-legged man! - With inimitable hissing through rare teeth was defended by an insulted cat. - I hear you. I can feel your dicks shaking in fear and your tongue sticking to my palate. Let's see which one of us leaves this place first. Until you run out of canned food and the frost drops, I'm not going to run away...
- Don't think I'm gonna share the last one with you," his technician warned. - Gnaw at the wall, gobble at the feet of the bed, and swallow snow instead of water... You'll die faster than the breadcrumbs run out!
- Let's see," Moore rumbled from under the ascetic bed.
All those days the thermometer rolled hysterics to minus thirty degrees Celsius. But Petko Patich, trying to freeze with a tulip to the floor of the observatory, did not leave his post. While in that fateful time the Serbs' artillery grinded the pathetic positions of the Bosnian Muslims, Petko Patich was preparing to meet with a supernova in the galaxy D-104-2, not doubting that at intervals of one thousand three hundred and twenty-four years in a strictly defined sector of the universe under all laws must explode a new miracle. That's why he spit on his lower back! Every evening, filled with hope, he climbed up to the tower and every morning, fresh as a cucumber, went down the stairs, which is a complete lack of friction. He never came back and opened the door of the barracks.
- There was almost no fuel left," said the technician. - Two or three more hours, and prepare the candles!
Everything was cracking outside the walls. Moore felt the ferocity of nature with all his skin. But there was no silver lining - the poems of this place hid in the dryest and warmest cracks. For all the time of our traveler's stay in the barracks, not a single squeak has reached his ears. Muri was blissed to some extent, for he was tired of their constant ultrasonic chatter.
In the meantime, the pattych, without hesitation, grabbed the last can of stew with a can opener. Of course, the cat was the first to get a piece of first-class Argentinean beef.
- Great Allah! - did not squeal the light of white Mirko. - After all, we are out of it!
- And the breadcrumbs? - reminded the astronomer. - In addition, there is flour and salt. Throw me some boiling water in the thermos. It's time to get up!
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To be continued in the next part