© A. Belyaev, 2019
ISBN 978-5-0050-0883-1
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Zander sharply removed the drawing, got up because of a table, walked on
to office. Took out a violin from a case and played. Long, slender fingers
easily and vozdushno danced on a signature stamp. But a melody which took
the violinist from the tool, was not cheerful at all.
“The chief is excited with something! – Vinkler thought, listening from next
rooms to improvisation. – From! How many bitterness! As the violin complains!.”
The complaint turned into indignation, in a violent protest. Sounds accrued,
got stronger and suddenly broke not resolved chord.
“Resolutely, to Zander there was something unusual!” – again thought
Vinkler, drawing a drawing pen a curve.