The flash of pain wasn’t an accident. On the way back, Krapin tossed this at Artiom: “Get used to your new residence. Soon you’re moving there permanently.”
Vasilii Petrovich, who stood ahead of them, turned around and looked inquiringly at Artiom, but he only shrugged his shoulders. Between his shoulder blades, a drop of sweat slipped down. His left knee shuddered fiercely and unpleasantly.
The rota assigner asked Artiom’s last name and, winking at him in the dim light of the “bat”, said, “To the cemetery with you.”
Avdei Sivtsev kept looking for the line for those who wanted to sign up for school. But there was no line.
The worked ended up being not that difficult. No point in all that worry.
But he and Vasilii Petrovich embraced in parting, as Vasilii Petrovich again went on the be
