It very much would like to eat.
Enter! - has said a voice of Jury.
Eugene has entered and, amazed, has stopped in the doorway.
I hope, spouses with you are not present, - Jura has told. - I am not dressed.
On it there was badly ironed shirt. From under a shirt naked suntanned feet stuck out. On a floor on all room any strange
details have been spread out and sheets of paper rolled. JUra sat directly on a floor, having control over a box with windows
in which ran light zajchiki.
What is it? - Eugene has asked.
It is a tester, - Jura has answered has got tired.
No, here it is all?.
JUra огляделся:Это УСМ-16. A universal washing machine with semicybernetic management. Erases, irons and sews
buttons. More cautiously! Do not come.
Eugene has looked under feet and has seen a heap of the black rags lying in a pool of water. From rags there was steam.
These are my trousers, - has explained Jura.
Means, your car too is not perfectly in order? - Eugene has asked.
The hope to receive consultation and a breakfast has evaporated.
It in a full order, - Jura has angrily told. - I have disassembled it on small screws and have understood an action principle.
Here the submitting mechanism. Here the analyzer - it I did not begin to assort: it and so is perfectly in order. Here the
transport mechanism and thermoregulation system. However, I have not found while the sewing device, but the car in a full
order. I think, all trouble that at it for some reason twelve keys of programming, and in the prospectus has been told - four...
Four? - Eugene has asked.
Four, - Jura has answered, absent-mindedly scratching a knee. - and why you have told "your car too"? You too have a
washing machine? Mine to me have brought all hour back. Home delivery.
Four, - Eugene with delight has repeated. - four, instead of twelve...
Tell, Jura, and you did not try to put in it meat? 3. PATIENTS of DOCTOR protosasergej Ivanovich Kondratyev has come
back home at midday. All the morning long it has spent in Small Information arias: he searched for a trade. It was cool, silent
and very lonely at home. Kondratyev has walked on all rooms, has had a drink narzanu, became before an empty desk and
has begun to think out how to kill day. Behind a window the sun brightly shone, any birdie chirped, and in lilac bushes metal
chirring and poshchelkivanie was heard. Probably, one of these mnogonogih the efficient ugly creatures who are taking
away from the fair person possibility to be engaged, say, by gardening there pottered about.