Udzuki has ordered to the attendant to cause Norton urgently. Has then increased oxygen giving. However, he understood
that it is useless. In effect, Kubosava was already the dead person, and Udzuki knew, is more exact - felt it to almost
inaudible external signs. "The first victim of a hydrogen bomb", - has come to to it mind. Its sight has happened upon a sight
of Umeko. It has hasty looked away and with unnecessary energy has begun to prepare the second injection. In the head
which has become heavy because of a sleeplessness scraps of thoughts pottered about: "While the patient is live, the
doctor should not... The Poor girl... Norton hinted that someone in the USA very much counts on my art. Much depends on
rescue of Kubosava... Very many. When last attack at Kubosava has begun? It seems, twenty first. And today twenty third...
Morning of twenty fourth. Yes, September, twenty fourth, 1954 - date of death of the victim of a hydrogen bomb first in world
history. Really there will be also others?." Hello, the Udzuki-dignity.
Udzuki has shuddered and nearly has not dropped a syringe: before it there was Norton.
Badly? - He has asked, showing to eyes towards bed.
Udzuki has nodded.
I think, it is the end, - he has told in English. Norton long pottered about dying, rumpled to it hands, felt every five minutes
pulse, opened eyelids and looked in muddy, motionless pupils. He wrote down something, did any pricks, took blood. Udzuki
it is indifferent watched it. It was clear For it that business is lost.
Dawned. Udzuki has not drawn a portiere, and to ochroleucous electric light grey tearful dregs of the autumn Tokyo sky
were added. The chamber was insignificant, and in it became stuffy. Udzuki it wanted to smoke.
Leaving chamber, he heard, how Atsuko, sobbing violently, asked its Nortona:Neuzheli already anything it is impossible to
rescue? It has closed behind itself(himself) a door, has cast away a tail of the dressing gown and has got a cigarette case. Its
eyes have stopped on the tablet with an inscription "311". He has turned away.
Sjukiti Kubosava died. It was so is weak that could not lift eyelids at all and stir lips, and the whispering of doctors and crying
of the native reached it as if through a felt layer. And still the destiny has presented to it before death some hours of clear
thought. He knew that dies. Almost half a year terrible, unknown forces persistently and successfully worked on its organism,
and now their work approached end. He understood it any sixth sense, as if blind, bent over a bottomless precipice. The
mortal cold slowly crept on a body from lean hands and the feet similar to sticks, fitted by a yellow damp skin.
Atsu... Ume... - he has called one breath. He has felt, as the wife was inclined over it, and the warm drop has fallen to it to a
forehead. It wanted to it to console it, to encourage, tell, it is not necessary what to grieve that he at all is not afraid of death
and that if he dies, to it will help - to it, both to children, and old KiE, - but was not forces to stir stiffening lips. Easy, hardly
notable prick in a shoulder - they again enter to it into blood this... As it... The medicine Name has left memory. Yes it and is
unimportant. Naive people these doctors - think that not all is lost. Really he one understands, what it is the end? That then
there are all of them, the best doctors of Japan and America? But at what here America?. Why the American doctors so
have kindly offered the services? They never treated the Japanese fishermen earlier. Ah, yes, after all it for physicians only
moru-motto - an experimental porpoise. On its organism they learn that happens to the person when it gets under "death
They attentively observed half a year, how its organism with unprecedented illness desperately struggles, struggles and
hands over one position for another. Blood, then heart, a liver, a brain at first has surrendered... What is the time it was
without consciousness? It seems, now the end of September? Means, month...