But resourceful mind flashed, everything to its beskhvostya began to wag, looking for an exit.
And from pain suddenly he heard easy steps and someone sniffed in the basket.
To it it was audible as the Neptune rustles on a grass, waves a tail.
Under windows to a porch big baskets were put, in these baskets moved things from the Noble house.
Jonah counter to will a verse obscene went on and could not stop.
Ion it was filled up in a basket — well! — dumped a cap and zamlet.
Pricked up the ears also itself, twisting a nose like a dog, understood intuition tailless:
Ledneva floated, looked at it and not as in lower on Pechorka and as there, in office, or there, on a ladder, without words looked and her eyes shone lyubovyu.
And what if he then listened to it, would stop drinking, would leave with it?
— I the mocker provenchat you! — the porter was delighted to a case: not to forget to the old man of an obstrizhenny mustache, work of Jonah.
That was, also Jonah does not remember, and woke up — cold: dew, all wet. He carried out on dribbling lips — dried up in a throat — wanted to rise, with the head was stuck into a basket. What for miracles? — felt below a hand: too basket.
— Learned, smart guy, the father! Begin a bark, get out! — also wants Ion to poklikat loudly, and the voice, dreamily, was gone.
— Since the IX century! — Jonah sobbed and started groaning. The soul would be torn by this groan sepulchral if was at a shed though one live soul.
The basket attracts — that well to lie down, stretch!