Go to Tiamat, a forage uheelej! It has shouted, bringing down an amphora on a head of the uninvited visitor.
The ring of the broken vessel has precisely pulled off an invisible veil from his eyes. The room was empty, only on a floor
rolled glazurovannye crocks.
prokljate, Daniel has hardly squeezed out, falling to exhaustion on a bench. What for delusion? Unless true Daniel's phantom
demand sampir could, calling it "Breath of Marduka"!
What at you for a roar? Without knock having opened a door, the commander of imperial bodyguards has squeezed into
rooms of tsarevitch Daniel. That it you have taken in head to beat ware? Karhan has with astonishment had a look at
splinters rolling on a floor and has translated a sight at a pale face of the friend. E, the friend! Yes you are drunk!
Where there! The owner of apartments has waved away. Here again there was a phantom!
Druzhishche, Ruslan Karahanov has grinned, having inclined to a shoulder a shaggy head. You the person clever, wise.
And, as speak eloquent elliny, vaticinal. But the passion to wine will ruin you. I ordered to observe to policemen behind your
so-called phantom. And so, take my a word, it is not present. You talk to yourself!
And today? Today me too watched? A tsarevitch has fitfully asked.
To what? Has shrugged shoulders of Karhan. To me and so all is clear.
Anything to you it is not clear! Daniel has slapped a palm on a table. Today here there was a phantom, and it was not such,
as usually. Absolutely another. And still he demanded to lead to it you and your friends-giperborejtsev!
Where to result? Ruslan Karahanov has pricked up the ears.
I do not know, Daniel has wearily uttered.
And what for? In the opinion of the shaggy Scythian barefaced surprise appeared.
Has not had time to ask.
Karhan went across night Babylon. The small tiresome rain was groundless, connecting the sky and the earth uncountable
set of wet threads. Something it reminded Ruslanu native Peter though where there was to compete to a city on coast of
Euphrates with a megacity in a mouth of Neva!
The rain did not disturb the gloomy Scythian. From it blew as something native, here almost forgotten. And perhaps, it is
thought on the house, disturbing it already some last days, it allowed to it forces to be reconciled with a bad weather and
rolling feeling of loneliness. Still more recently before all these mysterious incidents with the phenomenon of Marduka and
destruction of the chamber of transition, he felt itself(himself) as a single whole part, a name to which civilised mankind. He
was proud of that forces of the nature and knowledge of others sopredelov, and suddenly are subject to its world... Precisely
huge liner has broken about rocks, and it with pair friends unique escaped, thrown out in the world of savages, almost
cannibals.