╔════════════════─────────────── ───────────────════════════════╗ │ FANTASY. │ ╚════════════════─────────────── ───────────────════════════════╝ (C) RINDEX And here is the new section. There will be different fantastic races here. tales. Of course, we will not print one story for 50 issues. newspapers, stories will be short but interesting. Well, and against- Science fiction fans can safely skip this section. We are nobody We do not force you to read this story. ---------------------------------------------------------------- (R) PREDATOR Isaac Asimov. The man who never lied. When Roger Halstead appeared at the top of the stairs on the day of the meeting of the Black Widowers club (and they met once every month) syats, regularly), a legal adviser on issues was already sitting at the table patents Avalon and writer Rubin. Both noisily greeted him. further. Rubin said: -You've finally reached the point where you can meet again- hang out with your friends, huh? - He ran towards Halstead, holding out both hands to him and smiling widely. This is what makes him go crazy his melted, tangled beard stood up straight. - Where did you sell this? Why didn't you come to two meetings? “Hi, Roger,” said Jeffrey Avalon, beaming with a smile. hundreds of his height. Halstead took off his coat. - Well, it’s cold outside! Henry, bring... Henry, the only waiterallow widows to visit them tsy, already handed him a glass: - Glad to see you again, sir. Halstead took the glass, nodding his head in gratitude. -Who said that you can’t step into the same river twice? Do you know what did I think? - Have you decided to quit mathematics and start an honest life? - asked Ruby. Halstead sighed. - Teaching mathematics in junior high school is one of the most honest ways to make money. That's why They pay so little for this work. “In that case,” Avalon said, shaking his glass slightly from side to side, - the work of a free writer is a matter of dishonor - No, pure racketeering? - Nothing like that! - protested the freelance writer Rubin, instantly becoming furious. - So what are you planning to do, Roger? - Avalon asked. “I decided to carry out a grandiose project, the dream of my life,” Halstead replied. Above his eyebrows rose a steep white ridge. forehead without the slightest trace of hair, which ten years ago might have been it would be possible to detect it. However, dense vegetation and now covered his temples and the back of his head. - So, I'm going to write- say "Iliad" and "Odyssey", but in the form of limericks (*). Each of forty-eight chapters of these two books will correspond to one rhyme Avalon nodded his head. - So, are there already results? - Until now I have been struggling with the song of the first Iliad. This is what I have came out: Agamemnon andbrave Achilles Somehow they argued as much as they could. The king behaved rudely. Purely indignant Achilles forgot etiquette with him. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - * - Traditional form of English, known since ancient times poetry. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Not bad,” Avalon said. - Even very good. Limerick practice It literally fully conveys the essence and main content of the song. True, the name of the hero of the Iliad is Achilles, not Achilles. More precisely, even... - Such pronunciation will lead to a violation of meter and rhyme in style - “wanting,” Halstead objected. “That’s right,” Rubin said. - The reader will probably decide that two extra letters are a typo, and nothing else from the work won't bear it. Mario Gon appeared on the stairs, out of breath from fast walking. lard, professional artist. At this meeting he had to be the master. - Has anyone else come? “No one except us old people,” Avalon answered. - The person I invited is about to appear. Very curious personality. Our Henry must like him, for neither never lied in my life. Henry raised one eyebrow as he lifted his glass for Mario. - Just don’t convince me that you invited a spirit here. George Washington himself,” Halstead said. - Roger?! It's very nice to see you again. By the way! Jim'sDre- Ika won't be with us today. He returned the invitation card. He said that he had some kind of family celebration and he should be there be sure to attend. And my guest's name is Sand, John Sand. I've known him for quite some time, although not very closely. Crazy guy. He is obsessed with horse racing and always tells the truth. I heard it myself how he does it. It seems that his virtues end there - are. - Gonzalo blinked. Avalon nodded his head in agreement. - Yes, this is a real merit, However, when you get older... “I’m sure our current meeting will be interesting,” quickly added Gonzalo with the clear purpose of preventing another space Avalon's reasoning. - And I told him about our club, about that the last two times we were also faced with very un- simple puzzles... - Puzzles? - Halstead exclaimed with suddenly awakened love - curiosity. - You are a member of the club and you are not in the last position in it - tion, so you have the right to be informed. But it's better to have Henry will tell you everything. In both cases the main figure was exactly him. - Henry? - Halstead looked over his shoulder, not hiding his slight surprise. - Did they involve you in their idiotic games? “I assure you, Mr. Halstead, I resisted,” Henry replied. - He resisted! - Rubin could not stand it. - Yes Henry on the past two meetings showed himself to be a true Holmes! He...“What’s important is something else,” said Avalon. - You, Mario, could you have blurted out- worse. What did you tell your friend about us? - How to understand your words - << could have blurted out too much >>? I don't Manny Rubit, do you know that? I carefully hinted to Sand that we are like priests in the confessional. We are all as one, holding on together when it comes to secrets. And he said that he wanted to come to us because he got into trouble and is going crazy from hopelessness provisions. I replied that he could attend the next meeting of the Widowers, since I have to be the host and I have the right to invite one person. Yes, here he is! A slender man with a thick scarf was walking up the steps, wrapped around the neck. The slenderness of his figure became even more obvious when he took off his coat. Under the scarf there was blood a red tie that seemed to glow, casting crimson reflections look at the thin, unusually pale face of this man. He looks like was about thirty years old. “John Sand,” said Mario, introducing the stranger in a mannered manner. However, he had to stop short: he heard a heavy voice on the stairs. wanting the gait of Thomas Trumbell, a specialist in criminal law, woo. A second later his loud cry was heard: - Henry! Whiskey and soda for a man dying! “Tom,” Rubin turned to him, “if you hadn’t made such an effort.” amount of effort to be sure to be late foreach meeting- If you don't think so, then you probably would have come a little earlier today. “The later I come,” Trumbell retorted, “the less I I hear your stupid comments. Your train of thought will never be accepted small in this direction? When Trumbell was finally introduced to the guest, everyone sat down. in their places. TO BE CONTINUED. ----------------------------------------------------------------
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