know how to be violated. So don't even hope for a UFO, that would have been too interesting. And how about the Bermuda Triangle? You're not going to deny... I am. There is no Bermuda Triangle. There's only Triangle ABC that equals Triangle A-prim, B-prim, C-prim. Do you feel the boredom contained in this assertion? To live in the Middle Ages was interesting. Every home had its house-spirit, and every church had its God. People were young! Now every fourth is an old person. It's so boring, my angel. But you said that the Zone was the product of a superior civilization... It must be boring, too, all those laws, triangles, and no house spirits, and no God, that's for certain. Because if God is also a triangle, then I don't know what to think. It's for me! Great! Goodbye, my dear friend. This lady was so kind as to agree to go with us to the Zone. She's a very courageous woman. Her name is... I beg your pardon, your name is...? Are you really a stalker? Wait... I'll explain everything. Go... What a cretin! You did get drunk after all. Me? What do you mean? I had a drink, like one half of the population does. The other half gets drunk. Including women and children. I just had a drink though. Damn it, what a mess here. Go on, drink. We've got time. How about a glass for the road? What do you think? Take it away. I see. Dry law. Alcoholism is a scourge of mankind. All right, we'll drink beer. Is he with us? Never mind, he'll sober up. He needs to go there, too. Are you really a professor? If you don't mind. Then let me introduce myself. My name is... Your name is Writer. Well. And what is my name? Yours? Professor. I see. I'm a writer, so, naturally, everyone calls me Writer for some reason. - And what do you write about? - About the readers. Obviously, there's nothing else one should write about. One should write about nothing at all. And what are you? A chemist? A physicist rather. That must be boring, too. Searching for the truth. It's hiding and you keep searching for it. You dig in one place-eureka! The nucleus is made of protons. You dig in another-great! Triangle ABC equals Triangle A-prim, B-prim, C-prim. With me it's quite different. While I am digging for the truth, so much happens to it that instead of discovering the truth I dig up a heap of, pardon... I'd better not name it. You're lucky! But imagine some antique pot displayed in a museum. It was used at its time as a receptacle of food leftovers, but now it's an object of universal admiration for its laconic pattern and unique form. Everyone goes oh! and ah! And suddenly it turns out that it's not antique at all, that some joker has palmed it off on the archeologists just for fun. Strange as it may seem, the admiration dies off. Those connoisseurs... Is it what you think about all the time? God forbid! In fact, I don't think much. It's not good for me. It's impossible to write, thinking all the time of success or failure. Naturlich! But if no one is going to read me in one hundred years, why the hell should I write at all? Tell me, Professor, why did you let yourself be mixed up in all this? What do you need the Zone for? I'm a scientist in some sense. But what do you need it for? You're an "in" writer. Women must be running after you in flocks. My inspiration has been lost, Professor. I go begging for it. Have you been used up? What? Yes, I guess, in a way. Do you hear it? Our train. - Have you taken the roof off the car? - Yes, I have. Luger, if I don't come back, call on my wife. Damn it, I forgot to buy cigarettes. Don't go back. - Why? - You must not. - You're all like this. - Like what? Believing such nonsense. Well, I'd better leave it for a rainy day. Are you really a scientist? Down! Don't move! Go and look, is there anyone there? Move it, for God's sake! There's no one there. Go to the other exit. Where on earth did
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