Night was falling. Kulibin played on lute. Nice melody was unobtrusively falling across wideness of the city. Brains of the engineer still inertialy worked. Feet still had inertial opportunity to walk. The heat was awfull. Alien sounds flew arond from all sides. Strangers surround sound from all sides, not giving calm. Pictures of the past rose before eyes. By the throat rolled unknown. Until the end it was only several hours. The whole world seemed to like break the thread of melody lute Kulibin not give to listen, but to drown in his dirty remnants of grandeur addition, the inertia of what else could go feet, could still work the brain. Kulibin played the lute. Nice tune made its way through the dark peak strange screams. "Kill me" - sung melody of Kulibin - "Here I am, all here. Do not make the same. "But a cunning trick wanted to make fun of. No, no, well you were at one time, so now let it be bad. A little weak melody of lute Kulibin is astounding. Where are you? It still survives you, thanks to which may still go up and the brain works? When all few hours left before the end. When the gray giants merge human stupidity around your corner, and when you understand that whatever you have done, no matter what he said, can not fix nothing, but only absolutely fantastic way to hear a nice melody you lute Kulibin, sounding all the same small, but constant force, which is most tenacious dud, because inside it is still some known where hope not know what.