It is necessary to find any compromise. It has no right to set blacken a disobedience example. And when on a threshold of an
office with respectful bow there was a chief of police, the governor gloomy сказал:Прошу to prepare. Tomorrow at a dawn
we leave in Koidzu.
I believe, with you presence there will not damage ours.
Morning has stood out September, twenty seventh, 1954 the rainy. Huge "Shevrole" of the governor with soft monotonous
rustling rushed on an infinite tape of dimly gleaming wet tar. The governor was silent, absent-mindedly looking before itself,
with strange interest watching, as the brush smears on glass of a drop of a rain. When have passed pass Utsunoja, the
governor спросил:Вам, certainly, apparently, that I approach to this question too liberally? The chief of police in feigned
bewilderment has moved thick плечом:С your permission, the mister the governor, so not seems to me.
To imagine to itself something, especially concerning the authorities, at all has not put police.
Nevertheless? We carry out your orders, the mister the governor.
And perfectly do...
The governor has suddenly calmed down and even has become cheerful. Other part of a way has passed in full silence.
Streets Koidzu were empty, short of several golonogih children who welcomed the car of the governor desperate squeal.
Over an input in a municipality building the big yellow panel with four hieroglyphs flaunted: "Put-tank the khan-thaw!" - "down
with a hydrogen bomb!" In some minutes of "Shevrole", spraying a dirt, has jumped out on suburb of small town and has
stopped. The road to a cemetery was blocked by huge crowd of people. Them were thousand - men, women, old men,
children, fishermen, ship-owners, shopkeepers, working; they stood, closely having nestled to each other, under a warm
drizzle, being covered with umbrellas and the enormous cane hats similar to flat dishes. Correspondents of the Japanese and
foreign newspapers in raglans and mackintoshes with the lifted collars a little have at some distance settled down. They
continuously smoked cigarettes, spitted out and exchanged words in a low voice.
The governor has opened a door and has got out of the car.
... It was same, as well as all of us, - uslyhal it a voice which was listened by all this enormous crowd. - and each of us, each
simple fisherman could appear on its place.
Judging by a voice, speaking it was young. It was not visible to the governor.
Then the governor has gone to detour of a continuous human wall... To Fishermen is it is not sweet. Craft of the fisherman
the difficult. Fishermen become exhausted, do not see the house on months to feed the families. And here now this hydrogen
bomb... Today we bury the Kubosava-dignity. And meanwhile prime minister Iosida arranges to Americans how to transform
Japan into nuclear base.