«That for job!» — the person whom called Haron has thought, 
Going a deep-freezer next starpera. Then it has washed up hands, has returned 
In office, villages in a convenient armchair also has begun to observe of the young matrimonial 
In the pair filling the Certificate about a lulling to slip. Haron solved the simple psychological 
Problem. He tried, not looking at surnames to guess, to whom from these two 
The old man who has just died not without is necessary daddy 
It, Harona, the help. 
        It: no more than twenty five, are cute, the blonde, a good figure, 
Green eyes, mobile mouth, it is a little vulgar. It: for thirty, begins 
To grow bald, slightly beetle-browed kind (uh you, what we solid), and a sight all 
Equally naive, the big jaw, thick lips and a neck, for certain sweaty hands. 
        After a minute Haron was ready to put a cognac box that 
Hands really sweaty. And more a box that the old man — ITS daddy. Though 
External similarity any. «Perhaps nonnative daddy?» — with some 
Hope has thought Haron. Yes is not present, nonnative would not hold on to such respectable 
Age. To whom as not Haronu, was the nobility, that nonnative usually alloyed in 
Tomb much, much earlier... 
        Having calculated the sonny, Haron has tactfully yawned in a palm, then has risen and 
Has looked out for a door to find out, whether there are still clients for today. Clients 
Was not. Secretary Elvira painted nails. In the TV the soap murmured « 
Opera ». The sound has been muffled to a minimum, and little men hopelessly opened wide mouths. 
It bore a strong resemblance to calls for help in a dreadful dream. 
        (Haronu nightmares, only it for what in it not at times dreamt 
Would admit. Even on a confession. After all the similar recognition would mean, that 
It is not in a harmony with itself(himself). But Haron always, how much remembered, 
Was happy with a life. It did not break laws, liked is tasty to eat, appreciated 
The pleasures accessible to bisexual beings, and departed to a dream, feeling more often 
Silent weariness. And the main thing, it was childless, and, means, to it did not threaten 
Sometime too to appear in the Tomb. Theoretically it could grow poor and 
To die under a fence from hunger or to be lost in accident or from 
Casual bullet is yes, — but it will not hand over in a known institution, 
As if incurably sick animal...) 
        It has returned to the armchair. Young have stopped to fill forms. 
Haron has verified written with documents, has grinned («I Have got to the core 
Thick-lipped krasavchika! Still, with my experience... ») also has put on a table 
Cellophane bag with personal veshchichkami the lulled old man. Naruchnye 
Hours, wedding ring, natelnyj a cross, the passport, gold crowns. 
        «As a little valuable remains from us after death», — philosophically 
Has noticed Haron — about itself, certainly. It never imposed to clients of the 
Opinions. Will ask — he will answer. And so—. 
        Under the preliminary arrangement young did not begin to take away clothes. 
Really, what for it it? However, Haronu quite often came across and much more 
Mercantile representatives of a human race. 
        Having received money and politely having shown the door to spouses, he has decided, that today 
It is possible to cover a shop. Till the official moment of the termination of the working day 
Remains minutes forty. Anybody and never came to it for forty minutes 
Before closing. At it not shop, and a solid institution. It is possible to tell, 
The ritual. The best in a city a private Tomb. And he tried not to drop 
Prestige. To a lulling to slip followed prepare beforehand. Haste here 
It is inadmissible and fraught with licence loss. Usually brought secretary accurately 
Built turn from called by phone. All further occurred 
Grandly and nobly, without superfluous vanity. Well unless any absolutely 
The snotty grandson will sob on the liked grandfather... 
        Before leaving Haron, knowing the business by heart, has checked up the reserve 
System of power supplies of deep-freezers (time lodgers of its "hotel" 
Badly transferred a heat — were not indignant, no, but, happened, lifted 
The terrible stench), was changed by a code of the lock of the safe in which "soporific" was stored, 
Has switched on the internal alarm system. Then has wished the secretary of pleasant evening, 
Spent a pensive sight of the expert its abrupt rocking hips and 
Has sighed with an easy regret. 
        Haron was, that is called, the person with principles. One of it 
Principles consisted in to combining business with pleasures. 
Therefore it never got petty intrigues with women who worked on 
It or lived in the neighbourhood. To itself is more expensive — inevitably there comes the moment 
Partings, and then happens devilishly difficultly to get off the woman, 
Smitten with love for it. And Haron could ignite almost any. Especially in 
Beds. Not possessing advantage of the outstanding sizes, it was gentle and 
It is patient — first. He was able so to stir the poker in almost died away 
Fireplace, that at times did not know where to disappear from flashed fire of the female 
Passions. It was necessary to steer clear not to burn. Thus it not 
Was afraid, that any silly fellow will become pregnant; its seed was for a long time 
The dead. 
        Earned Haron quite enough. Anyway, sufficed on 
Modest, but graceful imaginations. Few times in a year it arranged to itself(himself) holiday and 
Went somewhere to warm edges, in the wild, backward countries, where not 
Was even Tombs! There it made up missed in a youth. 
        Despite gloomy (according to some chistopljujuev) craft, it 
Was the cheerful person. However, not its original pleased to all 
The humour, however Haron also did not impose anybody the company. He preferred 
To relax alone. Women it is not counted. Women were only necessary 
The animated tool. And the less than this "soul", the it is less 
Efforts. 
        However, today its requirement for sex was yet so 
Strong to suffer female nonsense. Therefore he has decided to devote evening 
To art. Art Haron appreciated highly. It was that only thing, that 
Reconciled with intolerable falseness and roughness of a life, with ridicule 
Human claims, a vanity of hopes and negligibility of aspirations. Art 
It seemed the perfect flower growing from a sepulchral dirt. It it was possible 
To pull out and crush, but also then it sprouted in memory. 
        At such trade Haronu it was necessary to be very delicate with 
The memory. At times its memory gave undesirable surprises. It 
The unpredictable whim could poison the magic minutes spent in a society 
Any pustogolovoj owners of a magnificent body. For this purpose 
Enough was to recollect is painful-yellow bodies smelling as an old age 
Old men, their wrinkled genitals, dark blue veins standing, skrjuchennye an arthritis 
Fingers. It is enough to see an ice reflexion of marasmus in their eyes — empty, 
As the cloudless sky... Small, but as the powerful additive the obvious served also 
Simplification which tested young, having got rid of a burden. 
        Thus, memory quite could play with Haronom a bad joke in 
The improper moment — having palmed off on it a universal panorama of the human 
Existence: from rising playing by paints to a sad decline. In it 
Sense he worked even in the worst conditions, than coffin makers and grave-diggers. Those 
Saw only death. And he saw also a silly, self-confident celebration 
Obviously doomed youth that created bright contrast — extremely 
Painful for it is thin feeling nature. Oh, damned job! Haron 
Fairly believed, that to it followed pay extra for "harm" from 
The city or federal budget. And in the evenings it treated a vulnerable soul 
Art. 

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        It has locked the Tomb, has called in a protection service and has rolled out from garage 
The of "satires". Has darted a glance at gold o'clock. Its working day has ended, 
But there was also other job which does not have exact time measurement, ominous 
And not desired. Job which at times seemed to it a damnation of all his life. 
And sometimes — the doubtful award. Physically completely not burdensome (it 
Did not demand from it the slightest additional efforts — only one 
Presence of mind), but was one nuance... From this job it was impossible to leave. 
Once, by a youth and by nonsense, he has agreed on it, and now... 
Now he simply did not know, to whom to address with the statement. 
        Haron has slowly gone towards the centre. When he has seen the voting 
The girl, it had a presentiment, as today it is necessary 
To "work" overtime. Has looked on the parties — the street was empty, 
As if from both parties have blocked movement. Wished to drive by, but the girl, 
Desperately swinging hands, has jumped out on proezzhuju a part and literally 
Has rushed on a cowl. It has stopped and has opened a door. From destiny you will not leave. 
        The girl should not be asked about what. And so it is clear, that it 
Was late for the most important in her life appointment. Who-who, and Haron is exact 
Knew, WHAT appointment the most important... 
        The girl was ugly and naive. He has advised to it to postpone 
Meeting, but she at all has not heard it, having flied up somewhere is very high on 
Love "Ferris wheel". 
        Having thrown it to that place where she has asked to stop, it 
Has made one more attempt. Similar, it has accepted it for the elderly impotent man with 
Dirty imagination. 
        He saw off its sight until it has not started to run across 
Street. Then into a fragile figure ran on full to a course heavy "centaur", 
But Haron did not look any more in that party. Its job has been executed. Now it 
Had a full right to rest and thought only of how it is pleasant and with advantage 
To spend time. 
        To begin with it has gone to good restaurant — for there is nothing worse, 
Than to consume spiritual food on an empty stomach. Haron was a good judge not only in 
Women, but also in meal. And in wines. About wines he could write an essay, if 
Tested in it though the slightest requirement. Among wines were quick-tempered 
Brunettes and tart, languid brown-haired women. Spoilt nimfetki, primitive, 
Greedy knots, red stinkers. There were what taste meant a deceit, empty flirtation, 
Cleanliness, cruelty. And more tens, hundreds shades, characters, properties. 
In general, is from what to choose. However, any of wines could not be compared with 
Blood. 

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        ... Sitting in loneliness behind a little table at restaurant, feeling in a mouth 
Impressionistic crowd of tastes — harmonious, as rain rustle, — listening 
The live jazz music silently escaping — the note behind the note, second for 
Second, — having a rest a sight at fluctuating Rembrandtesque stains burning 
Candles, Haron understood, what is it the best minutes of his life. Any mythical 
"Happiness" any more will not be. There is nothing to wait, there is nothing to hope... Similar 
Thoughts killed belief, but stimulated appetite. 
        When he has asked the bill, near its little table there was a cheerful 
The fat man who became not so long ago the owner of a night club «Six hearts». 
It has occurred not without the aid of Harona, but, knowing people, it did not count 
Gratitude. To it it was pleasant, that at least occasionally he was mistaken. The day before yesterday 
The owner of club has sent on its home address a box of excellent wine, and now 
Has wished to spend Harona to the car and has in passing informed, that for «the expensive 
The visitor »club doors always are opened. 
        They have said goodbye as old friends. But at Harona it was impossible 
To get friends — those were not late for a long time. A maximum thirty — forty 
Years... 
        It has driven off, showered with not deserved compliments. Probably, 
The owner of club would be more constrained, if knew, that it expects. It 
Waved the handle, standing on steps before restaurant, when turn from 
Passing by "minotavra" razvorotila its thick stomach and at the same time 
Has carried into smithereens glass doors. 
        "Competition", — has thought Haron with a sigh. It has not stopped. 
Sad experience prompted to it, that it it is not necessary to do in any 
Case. To the poor creature already you will help nothing, that is why it is not necessary to complicate to yourself 
Life. 
        Total two corpses. mnogovato for one evening. And it not considering 
Five at official job. Heavy day. Devilishly heavy day! It is necessary 
Was something to compensate this weight... 
        As indemnification Haron has gone to opera theatre. It was full 
Also it is raised exactly so that the perception sharpness became maximum. 
Nevertheless the most part of time he simply waited. Waited for magic instants. 
Waited, when stars will slightly open the secret. Waited, when from ice drinks 
Eternal winter suddenly any miracle dies pressing aromas of spring. Magic, 
Sorcery, delusion... In any too long product was 
Some steps, words, sounds, movements for the sake of which it was necessary to suffer 
Grandiose overtures, pompous tirades razmalevannyh a make-up of fools, tiresome 
Or senseless reasonings to chew banalities, to follow beaten, 
In effect, to a plot: a life — vain searches of happiness — death... 
        And Haron has waited. When he has heard «Laugh, the clown, over the broken 
Love », at it on a back have run murashki delight. 
        In the following some instants he again has felt, that 
Belongs to the eternity which has trampled on relentless time, and was ready to believe, that 
The flown away souls indeed are the vibrations of space filling the world 
Inhuman mysterious music... Two death gave the special successively 
Intensity to its sensation of completeness of existence. The close neighbourhood of a non-existence 
Forced to tremble and cry, testing blind, addressless 
Gratitude... 

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        All has come to an end as suddenly, as well as has begun. It has returned on 
The guilty earth. It was surrounded with the people who have tested so deep shock. 
Besides, he knew, that some of them will soon come to it, that 
To fill corresponding papers. And he will disappoint nobody. 
        Once again he was convinced that has not lost, having agreed on 
This job. It will simply fairly execute it as carried out during the last 
Six thousand years.