- There is in all it a certain unhealthy idiocy, - the chairman has thoughtfully said.
- It is felt, - has agreed zvezdoletchik.
- Still as! - has told vrachiha.
- Plot of robots, - the sociologist has melancholically assumed. - Dostukalis our masters.
- Correctly! - has quickened kibernetichka. - And for masking have replaced to itself serial numbers with ominous nicknames!
As it sounds - Freckled Skolopendra! I would not refuse such nickname...
- At your age, Alisa, it is indecent to fish for compliments, - it is quarrelsome has noticed vrachiha. - And in general it is
nonsense - robots... At what here your robots? It simply jokes of our schizophrenics, here that this such! - you have
schizophrenics, Magda? - With interest the chairman has enquired.
- We have schizophrenics, - with an accent has told vrachiha. - At us, Peter. Certainly, they are atypical, but occasionally still
meet... As your lagging behind pupils...
- Our lagging behind pupils, - with an accent the chairman has told. - ours with you...
- Hame nasty, - the sociologist has told suddenly. - write so as if on a planet each milksop knows who they such - these
Great Octopuses, Skolopendry, Meesy...
- And after all it is really interesting, - has quickened psihologichka. - God with it, with Skolopendroj, but wonderful doctors, for
example, to us followed the nobility... How there it? Itaj Roll? - Itaj-itaj, - its chairman has corrected. - on old Japanese it
means something like "oh, is sick"...
- Miracle-doctor of Ajbolit! - has dawned zvezdoletchika.
- I speak - schizophrenics, - is quarrelsome have told vrachiha.
- Iskusnik Kreg, - continued zvezdoletchik meditatively. - I know one Krega. John Kreg, lives in Sestroretsk. The excellent
muzhik, the cook...
Really iskusnik... But is not present, it not it. A great Octopus, h'm...
As far as I know, there is a certain Great Squid. Lives in the Bougainville hole, guzzles synthetic tushenku, touches nobody...
Even with whales does not fight...
- Kostja! - the chairman has reproachfully said, and zvezdoletchik has stopped, furtively having winked started giggling
psihologichke.
- In all nonsense which you here have piled, - the sociologist has told, - there is one sensible idea...
- Two, - the nightman has told.
- Three! - declared vrachiha.