IP #998
3 total fiction conversations
over 1 day
(Feb 20, 2024 – Feb 22, 2024)
Russia
USER: perevedi literaturno na russkii iazyk fragment: It was now the central fact of Orson's life, a phenomenon that defied all the laws of logic that normally ruled his cool, analytical lawyer's mind. Lily had become a part of him, an overwhelming need greater than physical hunger, greater than himself. It was impossible to fathom, and endlessly fascinating to contemplate and discuss. How? Why? "Why you?" His eyes drifted again to the activity outside the aircraft. A man in a kind of plastic uniform held the nozzle of a large hose, looked upward, and raised his hand, vapor curling from his mouth. "Because you were there waiting for me," she said again, surely for the thousandth time. "I was minding my own business. I had just won my biggest case. I was content, happy, a good family man with a devoted wife, a beautiful little boy. I had security, self-worth, substance, selfcontainment." "Me, too," she said, "except for the little boy." "Then why?" "Because it wasn't true." Perhaps, just at that moment when she had asked the banal question, Is this seat taken? he had been making inquiries of himself. Is this it? Is this all there is or will ever be? Had he glimpsed the future at that precise point in time? "I lifted my eyes, and there you were. Everything that I was before self-destructed, and when the parts came together again, I was a different person. And from that mini-second of time all that mattered was you." "Yes. Yes. Exactly. Everything changed." "I love you more than life,...
CHATBOT: Teper' eto stalo tsentral'nym faktom v zhizni Orsona, iavleniem, kotoroe prenebregalo vsemi zakonami logiki, kotorymi obychno rukovodstvovalsia ego khladnokrovnyi, analiticheskii um advokata. Lili stala chast'iu ego samogo, podavliaiushchei potrebnost'iu, bol'shei, chem fizicheskii golod, bol'shei, chem on sam. Eto bylo nepostizhimo i beskonechno uvlekatel'no kontemplirovat' i obsuzhdat'. Kak? Pochemu? "Pochemu ty?" Ego vzgliad snova skol'znul k suete za bortom samoleta. Muzhchina v kakom-to plastikovom kostiume derzhal nosik bol'shogo shlanga, posmotrel vverkh i podnial ruku, podymaias' vverkh, iz ego rta kurchavilsia par. "Potomu chto ty tam zhdal menia," - skazala ona, veroiatno, uzhe tysiachnyi raz. "Ia byl zaniat svoimi delami. Ia tol'ko chto vyigral svoe samoe bol'shoe delo. Ia byl dovolen, schastliv, khoroshii sem'ianin s predannoi zhenoi, prekrasnym mal'chikom. U menia bylo chuvstvo bezopasnosti, samouvazheniia, sushchnost', samodostatochnost'." "I u menia tozhe," - skazala ona, "za iskliucheniem mal'chika." "Togda pochemu?" "Potomu chto eto ne bylo pravdoi." Vozmozhno, imenno v tot moment, kogda ona zadala banal'nyi vopros, "Eto mesto svobodno?", on zadaval sebe voprosy. Vot i vse? Eto vse, chto bylo ili kogda-libo budet? Videl li on budushchee v etot tochnyi moment vremeni? "Ia podnial glaza, i ty byla tam. Vse, chem ia byl do etogo, samounichtozhilos', i kogda chasti soedinilis' vnov', ia stal drugim chelovekom. I s etoi mini-sekundy vremeni vse, chto imelo znachenie, bylo ty." "Da. Da. Imenno. Vse izmenilos'." "Ia liubliu tebia bol'she zhizni," - skazal on, chuvstvuia davlenie ee intimnogo prikosnoveniia, kogda on otvechal na nego takim zhe obrazom. Samolet nachal buksirovku s tolchkami, poka golos pilota soobshchil im, chto oni napravliaiutsia k vzletnoi polose, zanimaia svoe mesto v ocheredi. "Ne za gorami, rebiata," - skazal on. Ego ton vydaval legkii ottenok razdrazheniia. Snova proshla stiuardessa mimo ikh mest, i Lili zakryla glaza. Khladnokrovnaia i logicheskaia chast' razuma Orsona priznala nelepost' etoi situatsii. On vsegda schital sebia chelovekom, obladaiushchim samoobladaniem, tsivilizovannym, kontroliruemym, ne bezrassudno postupaiushchim v svoikh deistviiakh. Pragmatichnym chelovekom. Umnym chelovekom, kotoryi predvoskhishchaet sobytiia. A potom poiavilas' Lili. "Chto ty so mnoi delaesh'?" - sprosil on. "Vse, chto mogu." Oni nikogda ne mogli nasytit'sia drug drugom. Eto bylo kak snimat' kozhuru s luka - vsegda byl eshche odin slo...
USER: eshche fragment: They could never be satiated. It had not been that way with Vivien. Lovely, trusting, good, dependent Viv, the quintessential wife. Sweet Viv. She would have to suffer for his actions. She and Ben. "A man peaks at seventeen," he often told Lily, marveling at his own capacity. "I'm double that. I should be sliding." With Viv, he could barely find desire. Even at the beginning, that side of his life with Viv seemed tepid, passionless. Never having experienced it, he did not even know it was missing. Nor had he been, as he had come to learn, in love. What he had felt was more like affection--comfortable, bland, without surprises. They decided finally that what was happening to them could not be explained but simply experienced. Others had felt it--from the beginning of recorded time. Still, they both distrusted its durability. Perhaps it was an aberration that would pass, leaving them sated and sending them running back to their legal spouses, back to real life. But it had not happened, and here they were. Another complication had intruded. In his heart he welcomed it. Wasn't it time? "Tell me again, my love," she whispered. "That I love you?" "That, too. I mean about its being time." "It's time. No sense postponing the inevitable. Probably next week we'll have to do it." "It will be the worst moment of my life, up to now." "For me as well." "I hope I have the courage. Edward and I planned a whole life. There isn't the tiniest blip on his screen. Maybe it was wr...
CHATBOT: Oni nikogda ne mogli nasytit'sia. S Vivien takogo ne bylo. Prekrasnaia, doverchivaia, dobraia, zavisimaia Viv, voploshchenie zheny. Milaia Viv. Ona dolzhna byla stradat' iz-za ego postupkov. Ona i Ben. "Muzhchina dostigaet pika v semnadtsat'," on chasto govoril Lili, voskhishchaias' svoimi sposobnostiami. "Mne vdvoe bol'she. Mne uzhe pora idti na spad." S Viv on edva nakhodil zhelanie. Dazhe v nachale ikh sovmestnoi zhizni Viv kazalas' emu prokhladnoi, bezstrastnoi. Ne ispytyvaia etogo, on dazhe ne znal, chto eto u nego otsutstvuet. Takzhe, kak on vposledstvii ponial, on ne byl vliublen. To, chto on chuvstvoval, bylo skoree priviazannost'iu -- udobnoi, presnoi, bez siurprizov. V kontse kontsov oni reshili, chto to, chto s nimi proiskhodilo, nevozmozhno ob'iasnit', eto mozhno tol'ko ispytat'. Drugie chuvstvovali eto s nachala vremen. Vsio zhe oba somnevalis' v ego dolgovechnosti. Vozmozhno, eto bylo otkloneniem, kotoroe proidet, ostaviv ikh udovletvorennymi i zastaviv bezhat' obratno k svoim zakonnym suprugam, nazad k real'noi zhizni. No etogo ne sluchilos', i vot oni zdes'. Voznikla eshche odna slozhnost'. Na dushe on privetstvoval eto. Razve ne prishlo vremia? "Skazhi mne snova, moia liubov'," ona prosheptala. "Chto ia tebia liubliu?" "Eto tozhe. Ia imeiu v vidu, chto prishlo vremia." "Vremia prishlo. Bessmyslenno otkladyvat' neizbezhnoe. Vozmozhno, na sleduiushchei nedele my dolzhny budem eto sdelat'." "Eto budet khudshii moment v moei zhizni, do sikh por." "I dlia menia takzhe." "Nadeius', u menia khvatit smelosti. Edvard i ia planirovali vsiu zhizn'. Na ego radare net ni maleishego sboia. Mozhet byt', eto bylo ne pravil'no sdelat' tak. Mozhet byt', ego sledovalo podgotovit'. Znaesh', esli by ia byla nepriiatnoi, ugriumoi, vrednoi." "V etoi probleme delo. My vse khoroshie liudi." Predatel'stvo kak-to ne soglasovyvalos' s ego predstavleniem, no razve on ne opravdal eto, skazav sebe, chto soprotivliat'sia bylo nevozmozhno? "My deistvitel'no khoroshie? Eto bylo khorosho, eto delat'? Vviazyvat'sia?" Eto tozhe nuzhno bylo skazat', khotia by dlia samouveshchevaniia. Oni naverniaka ne mogli sebia ubedit' absoliutno v tom, chto ikh postupok moral'no pravil'nyi. "My ne mogli etogo izbezhat'." "No my mogli." Ona zamolchala. "Ne tak li?" Pervyi raz navechno vrezalsia v ego pamiat'. Kak moglo byt' inache? Oni dogovorilis', posle togo kak vsego lish' sorok minut poezdki iz N'iu-Iorka v Vashington, vstretit'sia na sleduiushchii den'. Oba ponimali, chto obed byl vsego...
USER: perevedi na literaturnyi russkii iazyk: He emptied the contents of her drawers and scanned papers, mostly paycheck stubs and tear sheets from Vogue and Harper's Bazaar. He saw the large check-book of their joint account. When he found the time he did the balancing, but mostly he relied on her. He thumbed through the stubs. There were other items: her passport, stationery, pencils, cast-off bits of string, broken sunglasses, bric-a-brac of a past life. He felt no sentiment. They were merely things, inanimate, now worthless. Vivien looked through Lily's bedroom closet. "Nothing of consequence in the pockets. Just the usual female things." She grew contemplative. "She had a terrific wardrobe. Size eight." "She got the clothes at a discount." "So she was quite good-looking," Vivien mused vaguely. He pointed to her passport. "See for yourself." She picked it up and studied it. "A dark beauty." "You can't really tell from that picture. She had the family nose, which you can't see from that full view. Aquiline, I think you're supposed to call it. But on her it looked good. Went with her eyes." Still proud, he thought, baffled. Vivien studied the picture for a long time, then put the passport down, stole a glance at herself in the mirror, shifted, posed for a side view. "Opposites. Maybe that was it," she said. Vivien was fairer, taller, larger-boned, with a bigger bosom. In the mirror she saw him inspecting her and flushed. He came and stood beside her, offering the physical compari...
CHATBOT: On opustoshil soderzhimoe eio iashchikov i probezhal glazami po bumagam, v osnovnom eto byli platiozhnye vedomosti i reklamnye listki iz zhurnalov Vogue i Harper's Bazaar. Uvidel velikolepnuiu chekovuiu knizhku ikh sovmestnogo scheta. Kogda poiavlialos' vremia, on zanimalsia sverkoi schetov, no v osnovnom polagalsia na neio. On pal'tsami perelistyval chekovye kvitantsii. Byli i drugie predmety: eio pasport, pischaia bumaga, karandashi, vybroshennye obrezki verevok, razbitye solntsezashchitnye ochki, melochi iz proshloi zhizni. On ne ispytyval nikakikh chuvstv. Eto prosto veshchi, bezzhiznennye, teper' bespoleznye. Viv'en osmatrivala soderzhimoe shkafa v spal'ne Lili. "V karmanakh nichego znachimogo. Prosto obychnye zhenskie melochi." Ona pogruzilas' v razmyshleniia. "U neio byl velikolepnyi garderob. Vos'moi razmer." "Ona pokupala odezhdu so skidkoi." "Znachit, ona deistvitel'no byla privlekatel'noi," zadumchivo predpolozhila Viv'en. On kivnul v storonu eio pasporta. "Posmotri sama." Ona vziala ego i vnimatel'no izuchila. "Tiomnaia krasavitsa." "Po etoi fotografii ne ochen'-to poniatno. U neio byl semeinyi nos, kotoryi iz etogo rakursa ne vidno. Dumaiu, ego nazyvaiut orlinym. No na nei on vygliadel khorosho. Garmoniroval s eio glazami." Vsio eshchio gordilsia eiu, on ponial, smushchionno. Viv'en dolgo izuchala fotografiiu, zatem polozhila pasport, vzglianula na sebia v zerkalo, perestroilas', zaniala pozu dlia profil'nogo vida. "Protivopolozhnosti. Mozhet, v etom bylo delo," skazala ona. Viv'en byla svetlee, vyshe, krupnee kosti, s bol'shei grud'iu. V zerkale ona videla, kak on osmatrivaet eio, i pokrasnela. On podoshiol i vstal riadom s nei, predlozhiv fizicheskoe sravnenie. "Orson byl vyshe na shest' futov tri diuima," skazala ona, gliadia na ego otrazhenie. "Na piat' diuimov vyshe menia. Navernoe, i v luchshei forme tozhe." On pokhlopal sebia po zhivotu, kotoryi nemnogo umen'shilsia za poslednie dni. "Ia byl postroinee." "Orson zanimalsia begom. Szhigal kalorii. Takzhe on sledil za soboi za stolom. Bol'she, chem ia." Itak, on byl vyshe i, naverniaka, krasivee, nesomnenno, umnee. "Zvuchit tak, budto ia ne byl dlia nego konkurentom." "I ia tozhe." "Ty byla drugoi. Ona byla bolee..." "Nezhnoi." "Ona byla dovol'no sil'noi. S bol'shim zapasom energii. Ia pervyi ustaval." "I ia tozhe. Ran'she ia vinila v etom Bena. On deistvitel'no menia vymatyval. Mozhet byt', v etom i byla chast' problemy." On ne otvetil, ne zhelaia snova vozvrashchat'sia k etoi teme, no pr...
USER: perevedi na literaturnyi russkii iazyk, etot i vse posleduiushchie fragmenty teksta: Edward always left the house early, before seven. It gave him a chance to get into the office and plan the day. It had become a habit. Lily was always still in bed, fogged with sleep. He had even developed a superstition about it, as if the day might be a disaster if he had not kissed her. Since she was asleep, she never reacted, and he had been very gentle, not wanting to wake her. How thoughtful, he mocked himself. Lily's working day began, when she wasn't traveling, at ten. She often told him how frenetic her day was. The retail business--it sucked you in. He worked late most nights. She did not. She, therefore, had ample opportunity to meet Orson while Edward worked. Except that the routine was not consistent, and their relationship implied consistency. "Orson was an early bird," Vivien said. "Not Lily." "He used to jog in the mornings." She brushed a hand over her chin, again making the now familiar gesture of looking at the ceiling. "Then he stopped and began to jog in the evenings." She became animated, turning to face him. "But he continued to rise at six and leave for the office before seven. He claimed he could always get more done before people started to come in." "He was right about that." "He rarely stayed late at the office. He nearly always came home for dinner. First he'd jog for half an hour, then he'd shower. Then we'd eat together in the dining room. After dinner he'd go i...
CHATBOT: Edvard vsegda ukhodil iz doma rano, do semi utra. Eto davalo emu vozmozhnost' popast' v ofis i splanirovat' den'. Eto stalo privychkoi. Lili vsegda eshche lezhala v posteli, okutannaia snom. On dazhe porodil sueverie na etot schet, kak budto den' mog obernut'sia katastrofoi, esli by on ne potseloval ee. Tak kak ona spala, ona nikogda ne reagirovala, i on byl ochen' akkuraten, ne zhelaia ee budit'. Kak vnimatel'no, nasmekhalsia on nad soboi. Rabochii den' Lili nachinalsia, kogda ona ne byla v komandirovkakh, v desiat' utra. Ona chasto rasskazyvala emu, kakoe bezumie tsarit v ee dne. Roznichnaia torgovlia -- ona zasasyvaet tebia. On rabotal do pozdna pochti kazhdyi vecher. Ona -- net. Sledovatel'no, u nee bylo bolee chem dostatochno vozmozhnostei vstrechat'sia s Orsonom, poka Edvard byl na rabote. Edinstvennoe, chto rasporiadok u nikh ne byl postoiannym, a ikh otnosheniia predpolagali stabil'nost'. "Orson byl zhavoronkom," skazala Vivien. "Ne Lili." "On obychno probegal utrenniuiu probezhku." Ona provela rukoi po podborodku, snova sovershaia uzhe znakomyi zhest, kogda smotrela v potolok. "Potom on ostanovilsia i nachal begat' vecherami." Ona ozhivilas', povernuvshis' k nemu litsom. "No on prodolzhal vstavat' v shest' i ukhodit' v ofis do semi. On utverzhdal, chto vsegda mozhno bol'she sdelat', do togo kak liudi nachinaiut prikhodit'." "On byl prav." "On redko zaderzhivalsia v ofise. Pochti vsegda vozvrashchalsia domoi na uzhin. Snachala on begal polchasa, zatem prinimal dush. Potom my uzhinali vmeste v stolovoi. Posle uzhina on ukhodil v svoi kabinet i rabotal." "Znachit, vecherom oni vstretit'sia ne mogli." "Uchityvaia rasporiadok Orsona, ne reguliarno." "Mozhet byt', obedennoe vremia?" Vremia, kogda takie vstrechi proiskhodiat chasto, podumal on. Obshcheizvestno. "V iuridicheskoi firme byla svoia stolovaia. Tuda prikhodili klienty." "Dniom? Posle obeda?" Razve oni byli nastol'ko samozabvenny, nastol'ko ne vnimatel'ny, nastol'ko glupy? "Vy ne znaete iuristov. Oni vedut tochnyi uchet vremeni." "On mog sovrat', vnesti lozhnye dannye. Pomnite, my imeem delo s izoshchrennymi, raschetlivymi liud'mi." "Miss Sparks, ego sekretarsha, zametila by. Eto byla distsiplina firmy." "Vozmozhno, ona i zametila, no promolchala. Derzhala rot na zamke." "Vozmozhno." "Vykhodnye?" On vstal i nachal khodit' po komnate. "Subbota byla rabochim dnem dlia nas oboikh. Voskresen'iami my spali do obeda. V voskresen'e my byli vmeste." "Orson mnogo vremeni provodil s Benom po vykhodnym. M...
USER: sdelai literaturnyi perevod na russkii iazyk: Vivien washed his wound with peroxide and pinched it together with adhesive. "I'm a pharmacist's daughter," she said, watching him inspecting her handiwork in the bathroom mirror. It felt odd, being with a strange man stripped to the waist in the sanctum of the bathroom. More than strange, she knew. She could not deny the tingle of mysterious excitement. His shredded shirt and bloodied T-shirt lay in a heap on the floor. "Not bad," he said, patting the dressing, smiling broadly at her in the mirror. His body was softer than Orson's, his chest hairier. Blushing, she noted how a thin line of hair trickled onto his belt. Orson had a small patch on his chest and larger pectorals, with better defined muscles on his upper arms. She was surprised at her absorption of these details. Leaving him while he put on a fresh shirt, she went downstairs to broil the steaks. Despite the cold, she had set up a grill on the outside patio. In the quiet, she heard the faint rustle of pine needles. She turned toward the snowman, his size further diminished by time and evaporation. Thoughts of Ben intruded, which she thrust aside with a ruthless will. "I'll do that," he called from the kitchen. He was buttoning his shirt. She arranged the steaks on the grill and came back into the house, just as he was putting on his jacket. Earlier, he had explained briefly what had happened. It had shocked her to see him standing there in the doorway, blood caked on hi...
CHATBOT: Viv'en promyla ego ranu perekis'iu i zazhala kleikoi lentoi. "Ia doch' aptekaria," - skazala ona, nabliudaia, kak on osmatrivaet eio rabotu v zerkale vannoi. Bylo stranno nakhodit'sia vmeste s neznakomym muzhchinoi bez rubashki v uedinenii vannoi komnaty. Bolee togo, strannym eto kazalos' i ei samoi. Ona ne mogla otritsat' priiatnogo oshchushcheniia tainstvennogo volneniia. Ego izorvannaia rubashka i okrovavlennaia futbolka valialis' na polu v kuche. "Neplokho," - skazal on, poglazhivaia bint i shiroko ulybaias' ei v zerkalo. Ego telo bylo miagche, chem u Orsona, grud' bolee volosataia. Zastenchivo ona zametila tonkuiu polosku volos, spuskaiushchuiusia k ego remniu. U Orsona byl malen'kii puchok na grudi i bolee krupnye pektoral'nye myshtsy, s luchshe ocherchennymi muskulami na verkhnikh chastiakh ruk. Ei bylo stranno osoznavat', naskol'ko ona vpitala vse eti detali. Ostaviv ego odevat' chistuiu rubashku, ona spustilas' naverkh, chtoby zaniat'sia steikami. Nesmotria na kholod, ona prigotovila gril' na vneshnei terrase. V tishine slyshalsia edva ulovimyi shelest sosnovykh igl. Ona obernulas' k snegoviku, kotoryi uzhe utratil v razmerakh ot vremeni i ispareniia. Mysli o Bene vtorglis' v ee soznanie, kotorye ona ottolknula s bezzhalostnoi nastoichivost'iu. "Ia eto sdelaiu," - okliknul on ee s kukhni, zastegivaia rubashku. Ona raspolozhila steiki na grile i vernulas' v dom, kak raz kogda on nadeval kurtku. Ranee on korotko rasskazal, chto sluchilos'. Ona byla porazhena, uvidev ego, stoiashchego v dveriakh s zasokhshei krov'iu na shcheke i izorvannoi rubashkoi na otkrytom pal'to. Pod myshkoi on derzhal chistuiu rubashku. V rukakh, po neob'iasnimoi prichine, byla malen'kaia chainaia roza, kotoruiu on uspel kupit' u torgovtsa. "Chtoby prognat' nemnogo etoi mrachnosti," - skazal on, iavno nadeias', chto eto zastavit ego vygliadet' menee zhalkim. Ona postavila tsvetok v nebol'shoi vazon i razmestila na kukhonnom stole. Ona peredala emu vilku dlia grilia, i on vyshel na terrasu. Kogda ona rvala salat i rezala pomidory dlia salata, ona nabliudala za nim. Orson nikogda ne zanimalsia grilem. Fakticheski, Orson redko vypolnial rabotu na kukhne. Nabliudaia za nim, sosredotochennym na svoem dele, prishchurivshis' nad goriashchimi ugliami, chtoby luchshe videt' stepen' prozharki steikov, ei stalo liubopytno, kak on i Lili upravliali svoimi povsednevnymi delami, vypolniali obydennye detali byta. Kak oni raspredeliali rabotu? Gotovil li on inogda? Kto nakryval na stol? Ee ra...
USER: sdelai literaturnyi perevod na russkii iazyk: "Real cozy," Edward said as he sat down. She divided the steaks, poured out red wine, and offered the wooden salad tools. He dipped them into the bowl and lifted salad onto his plate. The smell of garlic butter wafted upward from the toasting French bread. In the flickering light, Edward's face seemed altered, more angular. It was not just the swollen welt. When she had first seen him, he had appeared rounder. It could have been her imagination, since she had only the faintest recollection of their first meeting in the Medical Examiner's office. Now his presence seemed to dominate her perceptions. "We'll have more time to do what we have to," he said after having told her that his job with the Congressman was over. Beneath the appearance of apprehension, she was secretly pleased. "It doesn't worry you?" "Not a bit. First, we have this to do. When it's over, I'll take it from there. Besides, what I was doing no longer interested me." He shrugged. "I'm free. There's nothing to hold me. I've got a few bucks saved, and there's severance." He speared a piece of steak and held it up as a pointer, nearly touching a candle's flame. "I agree with what you did about the insurance. It was an act of moral courage. I'm going to do the same." "But you have no children." A wave of guilt about Ben surfaced, then passed. Would it ever be the same between Ben and her? she wondered, feeling sad. "There's always charity. Or I can do what you did--set...
CHATBOT: "Ochen' uiutno," - skazal Edvard, sadias'. Ona razdelila steiki, nalila krasnoe vino i protianula emu dereviannye stolovye pribory dlia salata. On uglubil ikh v misku i perelozhil salat na svoiu tarelku. Zapakh chesnochnogo masla podnimalsia vverkh ot podrumianivshegosia frantsuzskogo khleba. Pri mertsaiushchem svete litso Edvarda kazalos' izmenivshimsia, bolee uglovatym. Eto bylo ne tol'ko otechnost' ot udara. Kogda ona uvidela ego v pervyi raz, on pokazalsia ei bolee kruglolitsym. Vozmozhno, eto bylo igroi voobrazheniia, ved' u nee ostavalis' lish' smutnye vospominaniia o ikh pervoi vstreche v kabinete sudmedeksperta. Teper' ego prisutstvie kak budto dominirovalo v ee vospriiatii. "U nas budet bol'she vremeni, chtoby sdelat' to, chto nam nuzhno," - skazal on posle togo, kak rasskazal ei ob okonchanii svoei raboty s kongressmenom. Pod vidimost'iu trevogi ona ispytyvala tainoe udovol'stvie. "Eto tebia ne bespokoit?" "Niskol'ko. Snachala my dolzhny sdelat' eto. Kogda vsio zakonchitsia, ia sam vsio vyiasniu. K tomu zhe to, chto ia delal, bol'she menia ne interesovalo." On pozhal plechami. "Ia svoboden. Menia nichego ne derzhit. U menia est' nemnogo sberezhenii i vykhodnoe posobie." On nasadil kusok steika na vilku, podnial ego kak ukazku, pochti kasaias' plameni svechi. "Ia soglasen s tem, chto ty sdelala s strakhovkoi. Eto byl akt moral'nogo muzhestva. I ia sobiraius' sdelat' to zhe samoe." "No u tebia net detei." Volna viny o Bene vsplyla, a zatem ushla. Budet li kogda-nibud' tak zhe, kak ran'she, mezhdu Benom i nei? - zadumalas' ona s grust'iu. "Vsegda mozhno podarit' na blagotvoritel'nost'. Ili sdelat' tak zhe, kak ty - oformit' strakhovku na svoego rebenka." "Eto kazhetsia nepravil'nym." "Sushchestvuet takoe poniatie, kak poeticheskaia spravedlivost'. Oni zameshany v etom vmeste. Ona beremenna ego svodnym bratom." Tak on teper' uveren, - podumala ona, ispytyvaia oblegchenie. On otkusil kusok steika s vilki i nachal zhevat', nabliudaia za nei. Ona zadumalas' o tom, chto on vidit, kak by on opisal ee. Kakoe vpechatlenie on sostavil o nei? Souchastnitsa? Poputchitsa? Priiatel'? Ona otognala mysl'. Eto bylo slishkom glupo, chtoby razmyshliat' ob etom. Ikh soiuz imel lish' odnu tsel': raskryt' smysl vzaimnykh zaniatii ikh suprugov. Vnov' osoznanie zaputannogo obmana proneslos' cherez nee. Ona sodrognulas' ot zlosti. "Mnogie by podumali, chto my oba sumasshedshie, ne beria den'gi. Ves' printsip strakhovaniia - byt' kompensirovannym za bol'." "Ia mog by soglas...