It has begun to shake one of the motley. That did not respond; Mashado was accepted to the second, the third. Without
results. Some slightly opened eyes and immediately closed them as if were not in forces to wake up. Mashado it was not
possible to wake any.
One of the grey lay near an entrance crack. Mashado has reached it, walking through lying vpovalku the motley. Something
in position of a body grey has amazed the mulatto. Grey lay motionlessly, strange extended, as if shipped in greenish shone
substance of which consisted gambarra. Mashado has tried to raise it and... Could not. Grey as if has grown together with a
floor gambarry and did not submit any signs of a life.
Mashado has recoiled, has then looked narrowly more attentively... Really what it has accepted in the beginning for rough
sculptures on walls, on a floor and on a ceiling in an internal cavity gambarry, all it was no time live beings?. Well, certainly...
Here the outline of one more grey, almost disappeared in porous substance of a wall, here contours of the big pig, there an
antelope, and is birds who caught motley on last parking. As he has not guessed at once: this gambarra - it imperceptibly
devoured those whom carried in the belly. Means, it...
One jump of Mashado has jumped out outside on a concrete floor of a shed. What to do? Gambarra is a death. But there,
behind concrete walls of a shed, too death. And can, gambarra devours not all? After all among mess of the bodies shipped
in a floor and walls gambarry, was not motley. And him gambarra while has spared.
Somewhere in a court yard familiar voices were heard. Who it? Really here Mariano yes Palha? Mashado has nestled on a
hot tree of gate, straining hearing. Hardly it has caught some phrases. Now he did not doubt any more. Yes, it was it! Voices
sounded deafly as if gradually left. Mashado has leant on gate, has begun to knock in them feet, shouting from all
сил:Синьоры! Hear, signors, it I, Mashado! Signors! Somewhere noise of the automobile motor and an abrupt signal of a
horn in the distance was heard. Mashado has understood: they have left. In despair has receded from gate, has slipped in a
pool spilt avtola and has fallen to a concrete floor. Some minutes lay motionlessly, having lost last hope. But the smell of
lubricating oil and continuing to sound in a head noise of the working engine has woken in it not clear associations.
Mashado has jumped on feet.
Now, now I to you... - he repeated about itself(himself), being torn by side between gambarroj and a wall in the shed end.
It has hasty climbed in the bulldozer, has untwisted a starter. Zastrekotali frequent claps of a starting cursor, the diesel engine
then has powerfully started talking. Mashado has included transfer. Caterpillars zaskrebli about concrete, and a bulldozer
knife has clanked about a stern gambarry. Sneezing and coughing from a caustic smoke, Mashado has rushed to an
entrance crack. Any instant he fluctuated. Whether to enter? However, the choice is not present...