"Well, then," Vitaly Andreevich said first, and added:
“Sergei and I will go, perhaps, there are still a lot of work. With these words they left, though, like everyone was struck by the story of Mary”.
Suddenly my grandmother Masha, asked the girl:
“My little child, can you eat”?
She simply nodded, as she could not speak, because a lump came to her throat again. But she was very good at it, immediately it was clear that this was a strong man. Already in a few minutes, Maria sat at the table and ate boiled potatoes (Virtually everyone in ancient times had gas stoves and an individual cylinder, so while there is gas you can cook.)
Igor quickly snacked and went to the garden. Getting up from the table, he glanced at the girl, and she looked at him, and they somehow simultaneously smiled at each other. On the street a fresh cool wind blew, after yesterday's storm there were puddles all around. Mukhtar was in his cage, seeing Igor, he immediately wagged his tail. The young man stood a little longer, went to the dog in the enclosure, patted Mukhtar behind his ear and went into the garden. There everything was as before: two greenhouses and not a large potato field, surrounded by a fence, behind it was immediately a small river and a small river, from the garden you could easily see the opposite shore. Igor carefully checked the greenhouses. Vegetables were already a little, since almost all the harvest was already harvested. In the head of the guy there were thoughts about the whole situation. It seemed that all this with the "living dead" and did not happen at all, it was such a feeling that he just came to the countryside for the summer. When he finished checking the second greenhouse, he noticed on the opposite shore of the man, he somehow walked oddly as if soldered. Igor immediately realized that it was "Alive", apparently he came from the neighbors of the village, and this immediately returned the young man to the cruel reality.
Father and Sergei went outside the fence, at the same time they fed Mukhtar. There was a warm wind, there were puddles all around, but the sun was already shining brightly, reflected from the glass and mirrors of the Gazelle. It was completely yellow, on both sides there was an eagle, floating in the clouds, it was the logo of the hotel. Sergei took the ax from the minibus just in case. My father took a radio and a pistol with him, as it turned out, he also had a silencer. First of all, Father and Sergey went to Klavdia Ivanovna, neighbor, on the contrary. She was already eighty-four years old, and she almost never left the house. As it turned out, everything is fine with her. She was very happy to see the Kruglovs. They were sure that everything was fine with her, and went on. The village was small, the youth left, there were only old people, yes summer residents, who came in the summer. Father and son walked in silence. My father still thought about Masha's words about the vaccine. So there is still a chance to stop all this horror. They approached the house where the Old Men Larisa Ivanovna and Gennady Evgenievich Ermolaev lived. They lived alone, their children had long since left for the city. In the courtyard of the house there was complete silence, only the wind whistled. This, for some reason, alarmed the Kruglovs. They went into the polo estuary (something like a closed veranda, so it was for all the houses in this village). Here, too, was a grave silence, it began to frighten travelers.