Napsáno před více jak deseti lety, jakákoli podobnost je čistě náhodná nebo je to klasická synchronicita.

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And I held astronaut Peters by the hand.

Lubomír Tomik

Chapter Fifty-Six.

Do you want a mysterious expedition or something?

-It's time.
Well, it's a village. I have never seen one like this and I had no idea that such villages could be.
Round blackened houses without windows stick to poles and under them everything is possible: some huge pots, troughs, rusty boilers, wooden rakes, shovels - there is choked clay between the houses, so hard that it shines. And where are you looking - nets. Dry. I don't know what is being caught in those nets. On the right is the swamp, on the left is the swamp and the sea? The sea stinks like a sump, as if rotting for thousands of years. North. Wild. And the inhabitants, it is known, nowhere.
There was only one thing clear. Death lurked ahead.


Find me a novel I haven't read! Tell Dr. May to resurrect Vinnetou, the Sioux bullet knocks him down and Buffalo Bill grows old. The spirit of the prairie flies, flies and does not even touch the hooves of the steppe grass horses and the lasso hisses in the air. Uff. Uff.
Why is it called -November?
The trees have long been bare and there is no fall of chestnuts.
Why is it called -August?-


Tata Iwi was walking through the streets of demolished London. He didn't know about it. It was just another village for him. Other debris, scars on the face of the world, which will soon heal when vegetation hides them…
I'm in a hurry.Why?
I wrote the word hurry.
Any mysterious expedition? Give me a break.
He was suddenly froze that he had rejected the oranges.
The thermonuclear drill started working.

- Close the door - Bobby shouted. There was no answer. She opened it with a terrifying key.
 -And there… - Blonder pressed her hands to her chest and her hair fluttered, then took a spectacular pause. The American opened a new bottle of Coca-Cola and drank it without tearing it from his mouth, anise.
-And there…. there… -the blonde continued.
-Mon-mon -monsieur? -
He stared at the wall, as if waiting for it to part. I walked over to him and put my hand on his shoulder. He stopped shaking quickly. He was humbly taken away. The horror faded from him, and cunning crept into the fox's eyes. He studied me for a moment, then began cautiously in a fistula, "Don't you know who I am, monsieur?"
I looked encouraging.

The buzz of the computer merged into a single continuous sound, reminiscent of the sound of a circular saw cutting dry wood.
The speaker crackled suddenly, laughter.
Twilight thickened on the locator screens.

He walked over to the counter and pushed a button. The red warning lights on the towers in the corners of the starting area came on and the starting siren sounded.

End of Chapter 56.

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