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– This is an hour not Anton Grigoryevich, your father? – asked full a man have guy.
– He the most, – responded gosh.
Nicholas watched all except for the guy.
– Know him… little. Extraordinary personality.
– Precisely, – has supported Ghosh.
– Five years ago, he came to our slum. Built a two-storey house in one summer. Neighbors has always kept his distance, not let close itself to anyone in soul did not climb.
– It is not only you talked so much know him, always so, – said the guy. – To help – always without question, and the close friendship never drove.
– Yes, – supported Nicholas – I remember the year before sat down on the belly on their Lada. Spring, the road is broken. Past Anton Grigorievich. Walk, buy bread in the store came out. Never said I like it just the corner of my eye noticed. After five minutes looking on his way back to his jeep. Cable reaches, he touches everything. I was sitting in the car, warming myself. Pulled it out. Said Hello, good day wished and left.
– I'll find out, father, – supported the violinist.
Broke the driver:
– I do not understand something, if a person with money, why is he in such a jungle gone? The house was built. Usually, if you have money, go to meet a quiet old age in Spain, or if you do not speak languages – in the resort area of Russia…
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