Has passed three years since Michael last time passed under a canopy from glass and shod iron and rose on steps in a lobby, whence it was possible to get to a room of an aide-de-camp. Today the low speckled lieutenant there sat, on a table before it logbooks and lists of visitors were piled up. The replaced officer was going to leave already, but, having learnt Michael under whom it served earlier, has shaken hands with it and has disappeared so hasty as though it was a question of his life.
- Captain Milkovich is a little today not in itself, - the speckled lieutenant has told, having noticed that Michael was puzzled with apparent defect of companionable feelings at the left. - his wife just about should give birth, he/she is their first-born. I thought, it will tear off to me a head of that I was late for pair minutes.
- With the fourth child it will concern it more easy, - Michael has answered. - I at all did not know that it is married.
- At once it is visible that you were away. He married the daughter of general Tsintsar-Markovicha and consequently did not begin to ask for leave from watch this last night - probably, is afraid, that him have not accused of use of the position of the son-in-law of the prime minister. Would sew ill-fated army more than such people, as it!
On tone which the lieutenant has told it, and how Zhivkovich behaved, it became clear to Michael, position of army since the king of Milan has how much worsened. Under its command to any officer would not come to mind to name its "ill-fated" - everyone was proud of possibility to serve. Whether the orderly officer to conspirators belonged or, what also was not excluded, was the provoker? Michael has decided not to react to its remark in any way and to avoid the further conversations, has told:
- I am caused for the report to general Petrovichu.
- Yes, yes, I in a course, - have muttered the lieutenant. - he waits for you. Pass directly to it. You know, where its office.
Three wide steps conducted from a lobby in a small hall, whence it was possible to get to rooms of the king, salons for reception and an office room of a wing-aide-de-camp. Old Konak have constructed at Miloshe, the first ruling prince of Serbia, and, not including small alterations, its modernisation has not concerned.
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