Or do not give out, - has thoughtfully told Bulls, looking in a ceiling. - as a rule, unfortunately, do not give out.
Well, it is our fault, instead of our trouble. By the way, you know, who always manages the diploma? - Yes? - That who brings
up change. Such, as Krajuhin.
Perhaps, - has told Bulls. - and here that is interesting: these people, unlike many other, do not care at all of diplomas.
And it is vain. Me here the question always interested: whether we become better from generation to generation? Therefore I
also have started talking about the cadet. Old men always speak: "Well and the youth has gone now. Here we were!" Are
very silly old men, Vladimir speak. Krajuhin so did not speak.
Krajuhin simply did not love the theory. It took young, threw them in an oven and looked that will turn out. If did not burn
down, he recognised in them equal.
And if burnt down? - As a rule, we did not burn down.
Well here, you also have answered the question, - have told Bulls and again undertook the newspaper. - trainee Borodin
now on a way to an oven, in an oven it, perhaps, will not burn down, in ten years you will meet it, he names you an old
sandbox, and you as the fair person, with it you will agree.
Allow, - has objected Jurkovsky, - but after all on us any responsibility too lies. It is necessary for something to learn the boy! -
the life will learn, - has shortly told Bulls because of the newspaper.
Michael Antonovich has entered into a wardroom in a pyjamas, in bedroom-slippers barefoot, with the big thermos in a hand.
Good evening, boys, - he has told. - Something wanted to me a seagull.
Seagulls it is quite good, - has quickened Bulls.
Seagulls so seagulls, - has told Jurkovsky and began to collect the papers.
The captain and the navigator have set the table, Michael Antonovich has poured jam in sockets, and Bulls has given all to
some tea.
And where Jurik? - Michael Antonovich has asked.
Sleeps, - has answered Bulls.
And Vanyusha? - On watch, - has patiently answered Bulls.
Well and it is good, - Michael Antonovich has told. It has taken a mouthful to tea, has blinked and has added: - Never, boys,
disagree to write memoirs.