Eternal Bread - Alexander Belyaev

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Alexander Belyaev. eternal bread
Alexander Belyaev. eternal bread
1. village news
2. HAPPY HANS
3. HANS becomes "hlebotorgovtsa"
1. village news 4. KINGS OF EXCHANGE
5. Gold placers

6. FIGHTING CONTINUES
7. Unnecessary RICHES
8. BREAD FLOOD
Small fishing boat slowly swam to the island Faire included into the group Friedland northern islands of the 9. SIEGE
German Sea. It was autumn evening. Strong north wind enveloped fishermen splash of ice water. The fishing
10. CRIMINAL
was bad, and those of fishermen, blue with cold, frowning. 11. SAVED WORLD
Winter this year will be an early, said the old fisherman puffing on a short nosewarmer.
12. FRESH BREEZE
Yes, it seems, said the young and, after a pause, he added:
Karl network again stolen, new!
All revived. Fishermen began to discuss who could be engaged in their thefts.
My opinion is that the case of Hanshand, stated emphatically young fisherman.
Hans? Well, since you can imagine! heard the surprised voice. Hans was polubolnoy, skinny as a skeleton, a tall old man, who lived alone in an old
abandoned lighthouse building.
Hans? But he barely drags his feet! What you have proof?
And these, said the young fisherman that Hans is getting fatter. It was true. In recent weeks, the face of Hans much roundness and fullness of this
mystery has served as a subject of the village talk.
said Hans found on the banks of the treasure, cast ashore. Such a gift is not surprising to grow stout thoughtfully said the old fisherman.
Hans smuggling.
And I'm telling you do not let up young fisherman that Hans steals our network and the fish, and sell them fattening. Have you noticed it late at night
somewhere often excommunicated. What are his things? All this is very suspicious.
From young fisher argued, but it was evident that his story many impressed. And when the boat approached the shore near the old lighthouse, one of the
fishermen offered:
And what if we go to Hans, to see how he lives? Obogreemsya, and by the way, and his touch.
That's it! I revived young fisherman, and quickly began to unload the fish and clean up the gear.
In the small window of the lighthouse glowing light. The old man Hans has not slept. He warmly welcomed the guests and offered to warm up by the
fireplace dilapidated.
Well, like fishing? he asked, rubbing his sinewy arms with hooked fingers.
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bad, said the young fisherman. He was angry at the bad fishing and bad weather, and he wanted to rip on someone angry. Are you all polneesh, Hans,
why would?

Sorry old man smiled and spread his hands.
You too polneesh, Ludwig, he said.

Do not question me. When a person catches the fish with their nets so sells, it is not surprising that polneesh. And you now tell us the secret of how to not
working, to grow stout, and if we can, we will have a warm fireplace to warm up, instead of in a sea of rheumatism ever after.

Hans was clearly embarrassed. He shivered, rubbing his hands, shrugged his shoulders. Everybody noticed the old man's embarrassment, and it is led to
believe even those who doubted his guilt.

We ought to make it search quietly said Fritz red, bending the ear of another fisherman I'll make subtle. And he turned to Hans, he said:
Do not you afraid to live in a sort of ruin? Blow a good northeast, and you will be crushed into a pancake.
The walls are thick, some live to see, said Hans.

And if you crush? Do not let Fritz. You're something, old man, maybe it does not matter to us and ask. Why have not taken security measures. Still
under the court will give. It is necessary to inspect your home.

Well it inspected? confusedly said Hans. He had no doubt that visitors something he is suspected and came with an ulterior motive. Come back
tomorrow when it is light, and check if you wish.
Why tomorrow? Today we can explore.

Why, it's dark, the stairs are destroyed, you can get hurt. Well, what's the rush, right. Fifty years lived, and suddenly one night not wait. Ludwig already
knew stratagem Fritz, and bustled about.
Do you light a lantern.
Lamp! I and no oil.

But Fritz had already fumbled on the round room.

Oils? Here lantern. And here is the oil. You what, man, evil? Fritz quickly poured oil lit lamp.
Come on.

All rose and went for Fritz. Hans, sighing and shuffling his feet, walked behind them, rising in the twilight of raw, worn steps of the spiral staircase.
The room on the second floor lying trash, covered with dust and debris crumbling plaster. Through the windows broken glass blowing wind. Light spugnul
several bats and they shied walls, blowing dust and web. Fritz carefully examining every corner, ruffled garbage heavy fishing boots, then covered the walls and
said:
Look at what crack!

But nothing suspicious, he did not find.
Go to the third floor.

Nothing is not there said Hans. But Fritz, not listening to him, had already climbed to the top of the room.
The wind permeates, penetrates, not only through the open windows of depression, but in the huge gap.
You seem to have made a mistake, Ludwig quietly said Fritz.

But look, loudly said Ludwig and angry, pushed Fritz. Bring a lantern here. What it is?

In the network does not seem to be said loudly and Fritz, are not considering it necessary to conceal the purpose of the parish. Lantern lit shelf and
standing on her pot, covered with plaque.

Fritz picked up the tablet and looked into the pot. There lay some gelatinous liquid that resembled frogs' eggs.
Come on, Louis, this is some stuff perekisshaya. I told you that you were wrong.

Ludwig already very angry with myself, that started the whole story and left out in the cold. To delay the moment of his shame, he pulled out of a dark
corner of Hans and coarsely shouted at him:
corner of Hans and coarsely shouted at him:
You keep the pot?

To everyone's surprise, the question of Hans Ludwig led to extreme confusion. Excitement in the old man's lower jaw trembled. Incoherently he whispered a
few words and fell silent. This aroused interest in the contents of the pot in the other fishermen.

Why are you silent? Do not let Ludwig. Yes, you know where you will get for such things? he fantasized, inspired by Hans embarrassment.
Do not ask, I beg you, said Hans crestfallen. There's no offense, but I gave my word ...
These words made a stunning impression at all. Suddenly, they were faced with some puzzles. Triumphant Ludwig gently grabbed the pot and ordered Fritz
lantern light, went downstairs.

This seems to be more interesting stolen networks he excitedly Fritz said, placing the pot on a table near the fireplace.
And now, he said to Hans, you have to tell us everything.
But I gave my word ...
Then you'll go to jail.
For what?

For this thing. You've been with us for a long time on suspicion. No wonder you've become plump.
Did you know?

Ludwig did not know anything. But this autumn evening, he suddenly discovered his abilities detective.

Yes, we all know he replied confidently. If you will not be locked, then we may be, and not send you to prison.
The old man was killed. He lowered his head and, after a pause, he said:
I did not want to violate the word and make a nuisance to those who pitied me, old man, and he was my benefactor. But if you already know ... This is a
"perpetual bread", which I received from Professor Breuer.

If Ludwig and had the ability to detective, then he does not have enough professional experience. Forgetting his role, he is in utter astonishment asked:
Eternal bread? What it is?

Upon hearing the question asked with genuine surprise and cries of other fishermen, Hans realized that they did not know anything about the "everlasting
bread" and that, obviously, the other suspect led them here and accidentally opened a secret, they are carefully stored. If he has not named names Professor! But
it was too late to retreat. And immediately hunched Hans sat down heavily on the bench.
Listen. I'll tell you everything ...

2. HAPPY HANS
I really need more of: I was starving so began the recognition of old Hans. One evening, when I was a hungry exhaustion was unable to leave the house,
I was knocked. I opened the door and saw in front of an old professor Breuer, who, as you know, lives not far from our villages in the estate.
I know, I say further impatiently Hans Fritz.
Professor Breuer told me: "I can feed you, Hans, to feed for a lifetime, unless you give me your word not to tell anyone about it." I gave him the oath the
old man sighed, which is now broke ... Then Breuer drew from under his cloak the jar and handed it to me. "In this bank, he told me is" the eternal bread,
"or" test "If you eat half of this test, you will be hungry all day A day later the dough itself will grow, and the bank will again be full of Do not be afraid... Hans,
said the professor, . it is not harmful tests do not see that it looks ugly dough nutritious and tasty Try "... I did not dare. The professor then dine himself and
says: "Well, you see, I am alive and well." He left me a jar and asked to go and see him and to speak, how I feel. Then he was gone ...
The fishermen listened to the story of Hans with intense interest and surprise that many of them have even opened their mouths.
And what happened next? fidgeting in his chair with impatience, I asked Fritz.

I have long hesitated to touch the dough, continued Hans. It is so much like frog spawn. It was disgusting. Several times I came to the bank, but could
not overcome the disgust. From hunger I could not sleep. At daybreak, when the cramps started to reduce my stomach, I decided anyway to die ... And,
scooping up a spoon, I swallowed the lump of dough. It was quite tasty and resembled pounded baked apple. Less than a minute later, I felt a complete satiety.
Forces arrived quickly. Mentally thanking the professor for his wonderful gift, I fell asleep and woke up refreshed and healthy.
A lump? You looked at the dough?

I ate less than half, and in the morning the bank was full to the brim. Since then, I started to eat well and quickly filled out.

It seemed that the audience froze in astonishment. But when the old man finished his story, all were in motion, talking, waved their hands, jumped up.
It's what comes out? Like cloth on the ground ..?
Yes, if we were given a treasure, there's nothing else in the world and it is not necessary. Neither you plow the land, nor do you hang out in the sea lie on
the bench, but the dough is laid in the mouth ...
And our rootless places where potatoes and something bad growing .. When the first excitement had somewhat subsided, all enveloped in doubt. Yes Is it
possible? Whether their old Hans fools? Too extraordinary, miraculous seemed this tale about "the eternal bread."
And you're not lying, man? strictly asked Ludwig.

Why should I lie? I can eat at you. And Hans, scooping up a spoon, with appetite has swallowed a large piece of thick dough.
Everyone was looking at him with a look, as if he had swallowed a live snake.
Would not you like someone to try?
But no one dared.

However, lack of confidence was broken. All newly started discussing this extraordinary event, envying the lucky Hans.

Wife and children to worry about the long absence of their husbands and fathers to find them and soon filled the room by midnight already all fishing village
knew about the extraordinary news. And the conversations were going until morning. And early in the morning, before sunrise, the old lighthouse was pulled a
real pilgrimage. Everyone wanted to see the wonderful "everlasting bread" and how it has grown over night. Fritz Ludwig and guarded all night from the banks
and now have witnessed the fact that the dough is really "come" like dough, and filled the whole jar.
Fritz first decided to try out the dough and make sure that it is very tasty and satisfying.

Never has round the lighthouse room had not seen so many people. Now there went uninterrupted session. Fishermen could not bear the thought that this
treasure has only Hans. After much debate, they decided to send a deputation to Professor Breuer, to question him about the bread and give it to ask for bread
all. MPs were elected Fritz Ludwig and teacher Otto Weisman, as the most literate and wellread person in the village. Hans asked to take and that it could be
justified to the professor.

Professor Breuer was a renowned scholar. His work in the field of biochemistry, is striking in its audacity, aroused controversy and at the same time a lively
interest among scientists in Europe and America. A few years ago, being old, but still very cheerful man, he all of a sudden left lecturing at Berlin University
and retired "at rest", he said, had chosen his residence distant from the center of the area and built himself a small house on Fair Island . Closest to your friends,
he said, that is removed from the "madding crowd" to do laboratory experiments to resolve one of the world the importance of the task. But what was this task,
he did not tell anyone.

In our universities, not without bitterness, he told his friends can only work on a template. Every revolutionary scientific thought excites anxiety and
fear. You are being followed assistants, students, technicians, associate professors, reporters, and even representatives of the rector of the church. Try to
revolutionize science under such conditions! You might laugh, drown in intrigue before you will achieve any result. There I am free. About my mistakes did not
know anybody, my ultimate success will speak for itself.
know anybody, my ultimate success will speak for itself.

And he "went away from the bustle", ceasing all communication, even correspondence with the outside world.

Fishermen village, in the neighborhood with whom he lived, did not know about the world famous professor, and indeed very few knew him as he was
almost nowhere to show. Occasionally, in the early morning or at sunset, it could be seen wandering among the desert dunes. He was considered obscure, a little
eccentric old man, and nothing more. And suddenly in the hands of the old man turned out to be the wealth that can bring happiness to all.

Deputies seized fishermen involuntary shyness when they climbed a small hill and saw a skinny white house among the garden, towering over a low fence
made of stone. Once he accepts them! Did he give them "eternal bread," as presented Hans ..?
Master timidly pushed the gate it was open and entered the garden. Behind him came Fritz and Ludwig. Hans trailed in the tail like a man being led to
court. Towards which came threw two sheepdogs, extremely fatty.

Look, otelis. I suppose, too, test feed, said Fritz. What are thick! If he has a dog devouring the dough, then would he deny people? ..
On the barking of the dogs came plump, fresh old man of sixty, with wellpreserved brown hair on the head and gray beard. This was Professor Breuer. He
drove the dogs and cordially asked the fishermen what they need.

We have come to ask, can not you give us "eternal bread", said Otto Weisman, who decided to act straight. If only this bread really has properties such
as Hans says.

Professor Breuer's face suddenly changed. He scowled and glared as Hans that he was hunched and trembled.

Mr. Professor, I'm not guilty! Hans exclaimed, clasping her hands to her chest. They are cunning enticed my secret.

Yes, he is not guilty, confirmed Fritz and told the professor as their secret "the eternal bread," was discovered by accident. Professor's face brightened
somewhat, but still remained gloomy. He was silent for several minutes, apparently pondering the situation. This silence seemed deputies painfully long. Finally,
the professor spoke:
Hans rights. One kilogram of the test can soak all human life and remain as a legacy to his son. Hardly you will understand if I explain to you, from which
it is made. Yes, this is for you and it does not matter.

Of course, it is important to eat it Ludwig said. Then you will give it to us?
No I will not give. At least now I can not give. Fritz Ludwig and excited.
But why did Hans? You have that's so fat dogs, too, probably eat your dough.

Yes, eat, said Breuer. And, stopping his hand raised Fritz, who wanted to talk, Professor authoritative tone, which could not be expected of him, he said:
Wait to speak and listen to me carefully. All my life I devoted to inventing this bread, which would get rid of hunger humanity. For you, I worked on the
manufacture of bread, and you will get it. I think I have reached the goal, but the experience is not over yet. And until they are finished, I can not give bread to
the right and to the left.
But ... Hans
Hans this is also the experience severely interrupted Professor Fritz. I've been doing experiments on animals, here on these dogs and guinea pigs. Then
I did experience on himself. And, making a complete safety, I decided to make the experience of Hans. But that is not all. I myself have not yet learned all the
properties of the bread. Maybe it would be a long food harmful to health. Do not rush to envy Hans. I do not know how to behave, "dough" in a month. Maybe it
will turn sour and become unfit for eating. So I say: wait a little longer. You lived without this test, you can wait a few more months. I promise you that you,
your village I was provided with a bread first, but one condition: if you keep this secret and blabbed it among the fishermen of neighboring villages. If I become
aware that even though one person learned about "the eternal bread," I will destroy the bread Hans and leave here. This is my last word.
Mr. Professor, the teacher said but ...
No objections! Breuer snapped.

I'm not about that. I would like to know how after all the bread rise. I, you know, the local school teacher and maybe understand.

I see, said Breuer, professor at Berlin University, but I myself took forty years of work, to "understand" it. Well, how do you explain that? If you cut an
earthworm, the two halves will grow back and the two new worm. Clear? Something similar happens with the test. I have work. Bye. So remember the same
earthworm, the two halves will grow back and the two new worm. Clear? Something similar happens with the test. I have work. Bye. So remember the same
about my conditions. Or a few months of patience and silence, and you get bread, or you get nothing.
And with a nod, the professor went into the house.
Frustrated deputies stood still.

Short and sweet Ludwig said. you can cut earthworms instead of the test. One half of the grill and there, and the other for growth ...
Why, it's for example say, said the teacher.

Examples can not eat. Dogs for the experience, Hans for the experience. Why we are not fit for the experience? No, this is the case I will not leave.
Sorry deputies went way back to inform villagers about the sad news of the refusal.

3. HANS becomes "hlebotorgovtsa"
Excitement in the village did not stop. It seemed unfair that "everlasting bread" has one, Hans. The fishermen gathered at the gathering, decided to declare
the common property of the dough, to requisition and share equally. However, Schultz (foreman) declared the decision illegal and refused to carry it out.
Particularly worried Ludwig and Fritz. They even dared to claim that the law is nothing to be considered, as when he wrote the laws of "the eternal bread" did
not know. However, most afraid to be samoupravtsami and lawbreakers and amass troubles if the legislation on their own initiative would be announced in the
middle. During one of these meetings, someone broke the news that the thieves had twice abducted Hans part of the test. The thieves were apparently
conscientious as only took less than thirty grams.
There were smart people, said Fritz. I would not steal it and called. The dough can not belong to one person, I have long been saying that.
After Ludwig learned about the theft of the test, it is firmly stuck in my head the idea to steal Hans piece of wonderful test.
One dark night he took a rope and went to the lighthouse. He was able to throw a rope with a knot on the end of one of the wall crevices to catch up on his
hands and get into the room where he kept the dough. When he held out his hand in the darkness to the shelf on which stood a pot, unknown creature lunged at
him with unusual cry and defaced his face and hands. Ludwig yelped in surprise, stepped back and fell down the stairs. The noise came Hans with a lantern in
his hand.
What are you doing here, Louis? asked the old man.
I ... I wanted to cover with a thief who steals from you the dough. But this is probably the devil himself. He scratched me all over the face with his claws.
In line, however, Ludwig did not believe, and therefore proposed to Hans go to the upper room with a flashlight and inspect it.
When they reached the top, then we saw a large black cat who growled angrily at them.
That's the thief! Ludwig asked. Is it possible that the cat is in the taste test? And I thought bitterly: "I suppose they are not considered a stupid law."
But narrowly missed the crime scene, he is no longer repeated attempts to steal the dough. However, the case soon became a different turn.
Hans was provided with bread and not starve. But he had fallen down boots, shabby clothes sprawling on the plumper body, he had no firewood, and he had
to freeze in his dilapidated lighthouse. In short, he remained poor, although fed the poor.
We took advantage of the village rich. They began to vie to tempt him to sell them the dough for boots, a new fur coat, firewood. Hans held out for a long
time and did not give in to these temptations. However, when severe frosts, he could not resist and started to sell the test in midDecember. He already otelsya,
old body did not require much. Hans did not eat for a day, half of the test, and he has remained a small surplus. This surplus he embarks on a turnover, selling
every day someone of the test. For the purchase of all of the test was established. The farther away there was a trade, the greater the cover of Hans
commercialism. He requested all the great price, traded as a moneylender. His cursed, but paid. You can not keep up with the others.

Hans appeared a real passion for profit. He even reduced their daily ration to expand trade, and some thin. But he developed severe chest full of fur coats
and caftans, in the fireplace glowed big logs of wood, but in a small trunk under his bed growing pile of money. For what some two months, Hans became the
richest man in the village.

He even looked younger by Privalov happiness. Now he began to fear death, fearing that the old lighthouse not really crushed him, bought a brand new
house, moved back and hired a maid, so she washed his clothes, took care of farming and brewed coffee, which he drank "like a rich ", imitating the pastor of a
nearby village, drank morning coffee with cream. Hans wrote himself out of the city with room radio speaker, the whole day sitting in a comfortable chair,
puffing a straw with a smug smile and listened to what is going on in the world. It is not even felt guilty. When he occasionally thought of Professor Breuer, I
thought, "What I have done wrong Professor fed, but do not put me unfair Besides, you have to think about others, in fact, possess one test?..."

Fishermen have also been satisfied. However, the test was not enough. To test I had to add the bread and fish. Still, the dough was a great help on the farm.
Only a few of the poor did not have the means to buy the test. One of them, after listening to the speeches that "the eternal bread" should be shared, tried to put
this into practice by running a hand in the jar with the dough, standing casually in an open closet, but was caught on the spot, beaten by the owner, a rich
fisherman and put on trial for theft. To his surprise, all the fishermen who bought dough, were extremely outraged by his action. He tried to justify himself,
repeating the same words about their common heritage. But he failed to convince anyone.

When the dough will be distributed, answered him then it will be shared. How do you want the power and the gift to receive something for which we
pay money? And you know what money is for us? It's hard work fisherman, full of dangers. You're not stealing the dough, and our work.

And the thief was condemned with the utmost rigor of the law. However, in the judgment village judge did not write what he stole the dough. Fishermen all
the same to keep the secret of "eternal bread" within the limits of the village. They wanted to live better the neighboring villages. While they hoped that their
professor all soon bestow test enough. And they hid from Breuer's purchase of grain from the Hans. However, the professor soon became known. And not only
him.

Once Breuer was sitting in his laboratory when he was told that it is waiting for a young man, "well, in the city dressed." Professor winced. He did not like
to interfere with his work. And then there's the city suit the unknown visitor.
Tell me what I have at home he said the servant Karl.

I told. The young man replied that he would wait until you return.

Tell me then, that today I will not be back angrily said Breuer and plunged into classes.

The next morning the servant Karl reported that yesterday, a visitor came again and asked to take it. And the servant held out a business card.

Professor, seeing that he did not get rid of the annoying visitor, sighed and walked into the living room. He rose to meet him cleanshaven young man with
big round glasses on his nose, dressed with exaggerated elegance.

Excuse me, dear professor spoke rapidly visitor I violated your privacy ...
I'm very busy and I can not pay you more than five minutes the professor said dryly.

I do not keep. I Berlin correspondent of the newspaper ... a young man called one of the major newspapers. Professor dissatisfied grunted, knowing that
he is dealing with a reporter. Revision requested me to talk to you about your greatest invention ...
What invention? alert Breuer.

Inventions "everlasting bread", of course. After all, it opens up enormous opportunities are ...
How do you about the "eternal bread"? shouted the professor, all pobagrovev. Where did you get? All this is nonsense, idle chatter. There is no
"perpetual bread," I did not invent.

The young man listened to the impassioned speech with a smile, which is even more irritated professor.

Dear Professor, he said we did not dare to penetrate the mysteries of your creation, if they were not revealed to us the case. This came in addition to us.
What case? I asked the professor, feeling that his secret is really revealed.

You gave as the experience of the "perpetual bread," or test, as it is called, the old fisherman Hans. Hans started trading this bread among their fellow
You gave as the experience of the "perpetual bread," or test, as it is called, the old fisherman Hans. Hans started trading this bread among their fellow
villagers ...
Do not be! cried the professor.

Alas, it's true. He did not live up to your trust. One of the wives of the fishermen could not resist and sent a piece of dough in the neighboring village of his
poor, sick mother. The second daughter of the mother, who lives with her, wrote about a wonderful test of his brother in Berlin. And this brother what a happy
coincidence for us! it is in our editorial office messenger.

What is unfortunate coincidence for me! Professor said quietly.

Therefore, our newspaper first learned about the invention, which is destined to revolutionize the world. The news was so stunning that, frankly, we do not
believe the words of our courier and revision seconded me to the place to check out everything.
Any denial was useless. Professor hung his head.
Continue.

At the site I found, though he resorted to some tricks that really all it is, in the words of the messenger. "Eternal Bread" exists in nature.
Breuer impulsively went to the young man and squeezed his hand.

Listen, choking, he said, I beg you, do not give out anything in the papers. Experience is not finished yet, and it can not disclose ... This may make some
incalculable disaster. I promise to give you my word that you will learn first about my invention, I find it timely. I'll write to you about it.
Young man with a sympathetic smile on his face shook his head.

Unfortunately, this is not possible, dear professor. The newspaper article has been placed already. We could not wait for such sensational news intercept
other newspapers!

you all would just sensational bitterly said Breuer. Well, write another note that the onsite verification rumors were absurd.

It's too late. Here naedut other correspondents. However, I will talk to the editor and will do everything possible. But the quid pro quo. I would ask you to
tell me at least a summary of the essence of your invention. Not for immediate publication, and the case put out the matter will not be possible. That, at least, in
our newspaper first appeared some details about this invention.

Breuer paced anxiously around the room. Wanting to appease the reporter, he has decided to grant his request. And he began to say, as the audience can not
help warming to and correspondent, opened a notebook and took out a fountain pen, wrote it in shorthand professor.

As you probably know, the idea of creating "artificial bread", manufactured in the laboratory, scientists have long held. But they all went the wrong way,
trying to solve the problem solely by the same chemistry.
Chemistry a great science and great strength, but every science has its limits. Even if chemists could, for example, to obtain the protein by chemical means,
and sooner or later it will certainly be reached, the supply problem is not resolved. The first question practical. Scientists were able to get the gold by chemical
means, to fulfill the dream of the ancient alchemists of turning base metals into precious metals. But the cost of obtaining a gram of gold by the laboratory is
much higher than the market value of the ordinary gram of gold. Scientific a great discovery, almost zero. Second this is something that requires not only
protein but also carbohydrates and fats for our food. Create chemically everything needed for the organism food soluble but extremely hard !! the problem at
the present state of our knowledge. So I decided to call for help biology. Living organisms the same laboratory, where the most amazing chemical processes,
but the laboratory that does not require the participation of human hands. And I have many decades ago, started to work on the culture of the simplest
organisms, trying to grow a "rock", that made all the necessary elements for the power supply. This task was completed successfully by me exactly twenty years
ago.

Twenty years! And you were silent about it? I exclaimed in surprise correspondent.

Yes, nothing, because it permits only half the story. My dish is simply magnificent. As singlecelled, they multiply by simple division and in this sense, too,
"the eternal bread." But in order to maintain their "eternal" life, require more care of them, it required a special diet. And it does not cost the cheaper, than to
grow, for example, pigs. In short, my laboratory gold was more expensive than usual. And the last twenty years I have devoted to finding the simplest kind of
culture that does not require any care and the costs of "feeding".
And did you manage it?

Managed. But, again, experiments have not been completed. That is why I urge to wait a bit with their publication. I found and led by artificial selection of
a "rock" protozoa that produce all they need to feed directly from the air.

From the air! again I could not resist exclaiming young man. But what kind of food can give the air? Air consists only of nitrogen and oxygen ...
and argon, and hydrogen, he continued Professor and neon and krypton, and helium, and xenon. But besides these permanent elements in the
atmosphere are still in a variable amount of water vapor, carbon dioxide, nitric acid, ozone, chlorine, ammonia, bromine, hydrogen peroxide, iodine, hydrogen
sulfide, sodium chloride, an emanation of radioactive elements radium, thorium and actinium then, inorganic and, mind you good, organic dust bacteria. And
this is the "meat". Is not it a pretty kitchen?

Correspondent even stopped writing and looked with surprise at the professor. The young man had never thought that the air "emptiness" is a complex
composition.

However, not everything in this air pantry edible raw. But my just take what we need, is processed in your body and produce us a great meal.

Professor and carried away for a long time to say, if the reporter did not cut short his speech. The young man could not wait. He jumped up from his chair,
put his notebook and began to run around the room, ruffling his hair.

Amazingly, incomprehensible! It's a new era in the history of mankind. No more hunger, no poverty, no war, no class hatred ...
I wanted it to be so the professor said. But I do not cherish such hopes. People will always find, because of what the quarrel. In addition to bread, they
need clothes, and houses and cars, and art, and the glory.

Still, it's great! But as you might think to use your invention?

Of course, I'm not going to speculate on this bread, Hans. "Eternal bread" should be shared.

Oh, of course! You are not only a scientist. You are a wonderful person. You .. you dogooder! Let me shake your hand. And the young man shook his
hand Breuer.

So remember the same about your promise, said goodbye to the professor.
Oh, of course! I will do everything possible and impossible.
And he ran out of the room.

"What are the prospects he thought, hurrying to the pier . .. And how many rows as you can write articles which earn fees ..."
And Professor Breuer was sitting in his office over the crucibles and flasks, and thought about what kind of trouble waiting for him ahead.

4. KINGS OF EXCHANGE
In the reading room of the Commercial Club was quiet. In this vast room, carpeted with thick, fluffy carpets, did not reach any sound of street noise. Soft
matte light fell on the round tables scattered them magazines and newspapers, lit a gold solid binders in massive bookcases, sparkled in the glass "points
respectable people lounging in the deep comfortable chairs. This silence was broken only by the rustle of newspaper sheets, musical chime and short phrases
that occasionally were moved Visitors Library hall . "the most quiet place in Berlin" has been a favorite area of higher aristocracy of money, they came here to
relax "in the circle" from the hectic de. lovogo of the day; it was necessary to have a capital of not less than one million, to penetrate the walls of the club.
Rodenshtok full, an elderly man with sleepy, puffy eyes and lazy movements the owner of a large factory farm machinery threw aside the newspaper,
puffed his cigar and languidly asked his neighbor, a thin, sharpfeatured banker Krigman:
Have you read it .. "A new era in the history of mankind?. The greatest invention. No more hunger. "
Krigman silence, movement cat to catch a mouse, grabbed the newspaper and quickly ran a newspaper article Leaving aside the gold pincenez, he puzzled
looked at Rodenshtoka..
I do not quite understand this a joke or another hogwash.?
I'm afraid it was a bomb bomb a terrible destructive force that can blow us all..
But is it conceivable "Eternal bread" a chimera.
Heck, after airplanes, Xrays, radio and other things, it's time to get used to the chimeras from. these scientists can expect anything. I've already made
inquiries. Uv s, a chimera was more: the "eternal bread" actually exists ...
Krigman the same movement cat grabbed his pincenez, threw it on the nose and said, breaking the silence of the holy place:
But then it's really a revolution .. What will happen! ? our economic system workers receiving "eternal bread", quit working ...
workers had quit working quite rudely interrupted Rodenshtok his interlocutor representative of the old, "prewar" firm Rodenshtok despised in the soul
of his interlocutor, only recently lineup. a fortune Mr. currency speculation.

Workers will not abandon work continued Rodenshtok. In addition to bread, they need to put on one's shoes and clothing. Bread prices will fall, but rise
the prices of industrial goods. And the needs of their work force. But upheavals really terrible could happen. All prices are suffering huge change. Agriculture
destroyed. Peasants have nothing to sell the city, their purchasing power will be killed. We will lose a huge rural market. This will lead to an enormous crisis of
production, unemployment, labor unrest. Entire industries serving agriculture, will be forced to completely cease to exist. Who needs to be tractors, seeders,
threshers? Economic shocks will cause tremors social revolutionary. And perhaps our whole civilization will perish in the cataclysm ... That's what "eternal
bread"!

Rodenshtok drew all these horrors in his usual calm, languid tone, and it's beating Krigman confused: maybe Rodenshtok only joking?

Listening to the prophecy of the old merchant, Krigman then threw back his head back, drew her shoulders, then stretched thin neck, threw her head
forward.

What to do? he asked.

Destroy "perpetual bread", all to the last remnant, said Rodenshtok. And, lowering his voice, he added:
And if need be, destroy and "baker" this bread.

Now Krigman knew Rodenshtok not joking. Old merchant apparently thought it over, and make certain decisions. That is why he spoke so calmly about
such terrible things. At the heart Krigman relieved.
And it is possible .., to destroy?

It is necessary, and this issue is resolved. Destroy is always easier than to create.

But how? In this paper, it is reported that "everlasting bread" already fed whole fishing village. We can not blow it up into the air.

Why such horrors? We just doling out bread from the fishermen. These people do not understand its full value. They are in my whole life not seen in the
eyes of the banknote of one hundred marks. If they offer a thousand, they will consider themselves well off for life.
And the inventor of this Professor Breuer? Rodenshtok paused and then said, through clenched teeth:
About him another story.

Rodenshtok looked at his watch and continued:
My agents are already operating. I sent the buyers of "bread" in the fishing village. Today, nine Mayer had to bring me the news about how things are
going. But it is something long overdue.

The two sides were silent. Rodenshtok hung on his chest and his head seemed to be dozing. Krigman spun in his chair, muttering something. His eyes were
focused, eyebrows shifted he thought.

Large wall clock, dropping jingle, struck ten.

Rodenshtok started and extinguished lit cigar. At the same moment in walked a young man in civilian clothes, but with a military bearing. It was the
secretary Rodenshtoka Meyer.

Rodenshtok silently pointed to the empty chair beside him and closed his eyes, said:
Speak.

Meyer was probably tired from the road. He gladly sank into an easy chair, leaned back, but then straightened his back and began his report:
We can not boast of success, Mr. Rodenshtok. In spite of all our efforts and persuasion, fishermen resolutely refused to sell us the "dough" as they are
called "the eternal bread." They did not want us to even talk. And only when we offered to each fisherman three thousand marks, they began to waver.
Beasts! muttered Rodenshtok.

And yet, did not agree. We had to raise the price of five thousand ...
Burglars ..!
Then the two of them agreed: Fritz and Ludwig, as they called them. The names of them, I do not know yet.
Yeah, did you agree?

Yes, and it went with the others easier. We have already bought the dough more than half of the fishermen and had hoped to finish the evening buying,
"bread", but then found out one thing that made me stop buying until your further notice.
Rodenshtok raised his eyelids and sleepily asked:
What is the fact?

The whole operation was meaningful only if we are able to buy up all the "bread" to the last gram. However, it turned out that Fritz and Ludwig concealed
part of the "bread", "room for growth", they said.
Scammers!

they blabbed about it to his fellow villagers, boasting before them, de well they managed to fool buyers. A fisherman who sold us the "bread" without
reserve, of course, were disappointed that did not much like Fritz Ludwig. And given vexation of his fellow villagers. The trouble is that we do not know the
exact amount of the test stocks, and because there is no guarantee that we will be able to remove all the "bread", especially after the lesson, which we were
given by Fritz and Ludwig. That's why I stopped further buyout "the eternal bread." For the same reason I did not start to implement, and the second problem, in
respect of Professor Breuer.

Rodenshtoka face was still sleepy, but his eyebrows already crawling to the nose, collecting in the folds of skin on the forehead. Meyer knew what it means
to this change, and stretched out even more.

Too bad Rodenshtok said quietly, but in this quiet voice had heard the distant thunder.
Too bad! he repeated, suddenly loud, and his face turned red.

"Yeah, and you know how to worry," not without malice thought Krigman. And then, rising, he raised his index finger and bent his head to Rodenshtoku.
Listen to me, I want to say something.

Eyes Rodenshtoka not slept, now they shoot lightning. But he listened carefully Krigman.

Crises, revolutions, wars it's all terrible began Krigman your project. But what is terrible for the masses, might not be terrible for the individuals. Smart
people should benefit from all for themselves, even of wars.

"Yes, you can not complain about the war," Rodenshtok thought, looking at Krigman.
Krigman as though I caught this idea.

Here you are, for example, Mr. Rodenshtok you during the war reforged at its plants plowshares into swords, and worked on defense.
Rodenshtok winced. It was true. He, too, could not complain about the war.
You say "the eternal bread" it's a bomb. And, shaking his head, Krigman continued:
a bomb, too bad people have earned. While there crises and revolutions, this "eternal bread" you can make a good turnover. To long to spread, I tell you
a bomb, too bad people have earned. While there crises and revolutions, this "eternal bread" you can make a good turnover. To long to spread, I tell you
straight. Why destroy "the eternal bread"? Better to sell them. Buy a patent for the invention of Professor Breuer, pay him the sum of all sorts I for such things
do not regret all my bank cash organize joint stock company for the sale and export "everlasting bread" and billions of profit before happen all there defeat.
And then let the deluge. After all, we face the world market. No joke! And we are the only monopoly. But this is a dream, a dream! No, "the eternal bread" is
not a bomb. Bread to eat bread, and it is very well to feed us.
But my plants agricultural machines ...
They're all doomed anyway. "Eternal Bread" exists, and you have it no longer destroy. I think no one who even Fritz and hid himself there a piece of dough
even with pea. Of peas in a year, maybe grow mountain. And we will be a monopoly, we will have gold mountains.

Perhaps you're right thoughtfully Rodenshtok said. Mayer, go immediately to Professor Breuer. Offer him a million or two, how many requests. Does
not stop at what cost!

Meyer stood up, bowed his head and one abruptly turned on his heel and walked out.
A few days later Mayer did report Rodenshtoku and Krigmanu.

Professor resolutely refuses to sell his invention for commercial exploitation. He says that the dream of his life was to save humanity from hunger, and he
decided to give "eternal bread" free to all in need.
Idealist! ironically said Krigman.

Just a fool a short cut Rodenshtok. You called him the sum, which we offer for his invention?
He called.
And what?

When I said, "a million", it all boiled with anger. When I said, "Five," he .. he put me out the door. I think he is not quite normal. He did not even take a
patent for his invention.

How I did not take the patent! I cried Krigman Then we are with him and will not be considered. We have declared the patent. And we trade. Invite any
chemist with the head, but no pants, give him a couple of thousand or so, he told us to worship feet and produce an analysis of the bread. Something can change
in the "bread" flavor something aromatic, or something, and it will go. It's all empty!

But others, too, are aware of the bread. Not one you can come to mind such brilliant business plans! ironically said Rodenshtok.
Krigman thought.

Yes, it is necessary to safeguard our "goldbearing placer" Faire on the island, he said. But I think that's when we manage our money and connections.
Others, too, have the money and connections not appeased Rodenshtok.

But what do you do? This is necessary, and that decides everything, is not it you said?

There was no other way. Rodenshtok was forced to agree. And do not argue any more, they began to think about a plan of action.

5. Gold placers
Fritz, the new narrow city suit, so do not marching to his dyuzhey, stocky figure came from the city and boasting before Ludwig with their purchases. The
small room was like a store random things.
Here, sit down on this chair.
Ludwig disbelief inspected is high, narrow chair with a velvet seat made of polished white metal, and sat.

Fritz something turned his back, and suddenly slid down the chair. Ludwig anxiously grabbed the handle, lifting his feet ridiculous. Fritz and his wife and
son laughed.

This is a curious thing! Expensive, but very interesting.
It was the dentist's chair.

Ludwig got out of the chair and continued inspection.
And what's that? Billiard balls? Why did they tell you?

Son will play instead of the ball. It was too smooth, like me. But, look, the pipe.
Fritz showed large copper pipe.

Oh, how shiny! Gold. Well, of course, I bought something to his wife umbrella on velvet dress, fur coat fox. Ludwig inspected pipe.
Play you know how?
to learn.

You tube, and I bought myself a piano. Daughter will learn to play. This better your tube.

What's a piano! I'm still on the pier is one thing. All of you nose the morning. If you want, go look.
Ludwig agreed, and they went, still brag to each other with their purchases.

On the pier is already crowded with fishermen. They have long left fishing and everything turned into inveterate speculators since their small village
suddenly became a "gold mine". Fritz proved more subtle than any. He was the first to realize that if the dough is so expensive, you can eat and fish, and all the
dough grow for sale. Recently, he sold the dough agents Rodenshtoka almost its weight in gold, and very rich, far from leaving behind their fellow villagers.
Come on, show me what you got? they said, eyeing with envy and curiosity big box. Fritz with a few volunteers from the fishermen opened the drawer
and pulled out a shiny new motorcycle with a sidecar. It was an unprecedented spectacle in the village. Everyone gasped. Well, Fritz! Indeed all wiped his nose.
Fritz bustled about the motorcycle, poured oil, oiled, something twisted.

And when did you learn? Can it go? Motor earned. Fritz jumped on his motorcycle and drove a few steps up. But deep sand wheels stuck. Motorcycle
postrelyayte bit and stopped. This failure was greeted joyfully ironic remarks. No matter how beat Fritz, he was unable to revive the motor.
Nothing, we write a driver, go. And he dragged the car up the hill.

Ludwig went after him, chained to look brilliant motorcycle. Jealousy corroded heart Ludwig. He already hated Fritz. The very Fritz, who had not once
shared the deadly dangers of the sea.

No, Ludwig would not rest until until it will not be the same machine. To do this, just need to get a good piece of dough. Fritz is still there. He boasted. And
Ludwig knows where Fritz holds a treasure. Tonight Fritz probably drunk again drunk and will lie like a log ... Tonight ...
Ludwig could not wait for the night. When the windows went out past the lights, Ludwig Fritz made his way to the house. The dog barked, but soon calmed
down after learning Ludwig. He waited a bit and began to gently squeeze out the window. Shards of glass tinkled, but no one woke up. Ludwig climbed through
the window into the house and began to grope their way to a new oak sideboard, where Fritz is now kept dough.

The door creaked buffet. Ludwig paused. In the next room someone turned creaking bed, mumbled something in his sleep and began to snore. Ludwig took
a small jug with the precious burden made his way to the window. In the darkness, he touched the hand of the copper pipe. She fell with a terrible crash. Fritz
woke up and jumped out of the bedroom.
Who is there?

Ludwig figure silhouetted against the window, lit the risen moon.
"The thieves!" in an instant thought Fritz, and he was suddenly swept extraordinary rage. He looked around. On the table were billiard balls. Fritz grabbed
a bowl and, beside himself, threw him into a thief's head. Ludwig fell as knocked down, overturned on the dentist's chair. He rose frightened wife and came with
a lantern. Fritz looked at the thief.

Ludwig! with astonishment, he exclaimed, looking at the huge wound on his head. Billiard ball hit with such force into the skull, that went into it halfway
Ludwig! with astonishment, he exclaimed, looking at the huge wound on his head. Billiard ball hit with such force into the skull, that went into it halfway
and looked out of the bloody mass, like a huge, bulging eye.

Wife cried. Fritz confused. He's a murderer! What will happen now? But soon calmed down.

is sufficient for you to howl, he said to his wife. I have not committed any crime. To my house got a burglar attacked me. I began to defend himself. You
will say this, I must say. Do you understand? And I will be nothing.

Murder Ludwig excited the whole village. But the fishermen were on the side of Fritz. Everyone protects their property. He was not even arrested, and the
case was dismissed. Life went on as usual. Meyer and his agents have successfully bought dough. But you need to hurry to not have driven here other buyers.
Several suspicious characters have appeared in the village. Mayer managed to lure them to his side, offering a large sum. With only one recently arrived buyer
Meyer had to tinker. This buyerup did not go to any negotiations, it can not be bribed. Mayer did not take his eyes off him. Buyerup managed to buy more than
one hundred grams of the test, and he apparently tried to leave unnoticed prey. But Meyer had followed him like a shadow.
One evening they met at the shore, close to the old, is now deserted lighthouse.
Are you following me? said the unknown.

Yes, said Meyer, and I will pursue, as long as you do not agree to my proposals. I will not let you off the island, and you will carry away a single gram
of dough.

Fence was obviously the man is not timid. Contemptuously squinting, he said, putting his hand in his pocket:
Are you threatening me? In vain. I know how to defend themselves. Meyer knew the buyerup gesture and rushed to him. At the same moment knacker he
pulled out his revolver. But Meyer deflected deft kick the gun out of the hands of the enemy. I struck up a melee fight. They rolled on the sand, knocking over
one another, as in the French struggle. Meyer was more agile, buyerup more powerful. It balances the chances of the outcome of the struggle. Meyer began to
tire first. By chance he saw lying in the side of the discarded gun. Rolled twice with his opponent from side to side, it was next to the revolver lying on the
ground. But the buyer of obviously understood Mayer plan and also reached for the revolver. In the struggle, they dug a hole, scraping sand with his hands.
Mayer finally succeeded with his left hand to pull back the enemy's head, and the right to grab the gun. However, the enemy had time to squeeze his hand. Then
Mayer incredible hand bend turned the gun to the head of the enemy and pull the trigger. Muffled shot was heard, drowned by sand dunes, surf and howling
wind. The fight was over. Once again spilled human blood.

Maier looked around. All around it was deserted. No living soul. Only seagulls screaming in fright, low flying over a man and a corpse. Meyer hoisted the
corpse onto his back and carried it to the lighthouse building, dragged into the upper room and dropped in the same place, where once Hans kept his treasure
"the eternal bread."

With the most persistent rival was over. But to replace him would come others. Meyer telegraphed Rodenshtoku, you need to take any special measures to
accelerate buying bread.

When Rodenshtok read the telegram Krigmanu, he said:
I already have. Call me an old broom, if my agent does not deflate all the dough stock from the clutches of these hoarders fishermen. They all give us, and
we are still on this gain.

And, as if by a magic wand, in the village suddenly boiled new, extraordinary life. We are approaching ships, laden with wood and a huge box. Hastily
formed around the village buildings grow like mushrooms. Soon the buildings were beautiful signs: "Bar", "Cinema", "Ballroom", again and again, "Bar" and
on the largest building "Casino". The lives of fishermen turned into an eternal holiday. Wife filled the cinema, drinking patterns free life of luxury Krigman
itself selected the picture and husbands disappeared in bars and gambling house. Bane excitement firmly grasped the immediate nature of fishermen and they
indulged in the game to oblivion.

Many have lost all their belongings on speculation and irresistible passion to continue the game and played on a gaming table throwing the latest "currency",
the dough, which was assumed by weight as gold. It was not far off the day by an insane fever of excitement fishermen put on green table last piece of the
coveted test held by them, as a treasure. However, Mayer's plans were soon destroyed by the most unexpected way.

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In one dark spring evening to the old, abandoned building of the lighthouse came three young fisherman. Several years they worked in factories in Essen,
but unemployment has recently made their return to the village and reengage in fishing.

Let's go here, said the eldest of them, Johannes, pointing to the open, broken by the wind of the lighthouse door.
All came in and went for Johann to the upper room.

What is here smells of carrion? Oscar said, sipping his nose.
What a stray cat has died Robert said.

I'll show you this cat Johann lit a match. In a weak, flickering flame comrades Johann saw lying on the garbage partly decomposed body of a man in a
city suit. They cried out involuntarily.

This is the corpse of one of the speculators, who was killed Mayer Johann said. I was a witness to the murder. But it's not that the corpse. One speculator
less not a great loss I wanted to talk to you about something else. Let's go to the beach, it is difficult to breathe. And when they reached the shore, and sat
down on a sandbank, Johann began to say:
Have you seen the corpse. You know that this is not the first and probably not the last murder in our village. Comrades, think about what is happening.
People like gone mad. Murder, theft, drunkenness, debauchery, passion ... Lord Majori completely corrupted our elders, turned them into inveterate speculators
and gamblers.

Yes, it is time to stop these outrages Oscar said.

Of course, it's time I agree Johann. But there is something more important outrages. This "perpetual bread", which has done all the commotion. Why
come in large numbers here gentlemen Mayer and their henchmen? Why are they corrupt, drunkards, beat roulette of our fishermen?
In order to lure the bread and amass millions, said Robert.

Correctly. To amass millions at the expense of the hungry workers, should be added. Meanwhile, the same bread, he made the property of the workers, can
become a great weapon in their struggle against the capitalists.

Rather, we understand you! Oscar said, rising from the ground.

We need to master the test, collect it as much as possible. But how to do that?

That's the question Johann replied. We are too poor to compete with Mayer in buying bread ...
to persuade, to prove our?

Do not prove. Late. The money and the excitement did their job. Fishermen will not soon wake up from intoxication.
Maybe steal? Robert suggested. Johann shrugged.

Why should not steal, if it is necessary for a great cause. But how much do we kidnapped? Old men tremble over his treasure. Because of the test, brother
kills brother. There's something I came up with, and maybe I will be able to achieve the goal. Johann turned and looked at the road leading to the village. The
road was deserted. Who should come here Meyer Johann said. I have appointed to meet him here, offering his services .. organization bandit gang that could
rob the fishermen deprive them of any remaining dough. Do away with the dough with a single blow, instead of "twisting" his roulette! Meyer does not seem
to quite trust me, but the plan he likes.

So you're said Oscar get weapons from Mayer, with our help rob the fishermen to master the test and send it to the unemployed, leaving this to the
speculator Mayer nose?

Not exactly, Johann replied. And, turning once again to the road, he said:
Here it seems to go. Hide in the lighthouse and listen to what I'm going to talk with him. Maybe your help I will need.
Oscar and Robert disappeared in the lighthouse building.

Johann lit his pipe and releasing smoke, quietly waiting for Mayer. Mayer steps have already heard behind Johann, but the fisherman continued to look at the
sea like a man immersed in thought.

Hello, Johann! What are you thinking so? Meyer called it.

Johann lazily rose.

Oh, it's you, Mr. speculator? Hello! Meyer shook his head and frowned. He did not like this greeting.
"How rude these people!" Meyer thought and kindly asked:
Well, how are our affairs?

Things are fine Johann replied. The body of the killed you quite rotten speculator.
Meyer immediately changed in the face.

Corpse? Killed me? Speculator? .. What do you mean, my dear?

That's about it really Johann said, pointing to the lighthouse. On a corpse that goes out there. Not locked, Meyer. I was a witness to your killing. You
have not seen me, but I could see you. I accidentally wandered the dunes.

It is a trap? Meyer asked, feeling that it get cool extremities. Blackmail? How much do you want for silence?

Ah, finally you guessed it! I want much, Mr. Killer. Without wincing, and listen to me. Firstly, you have to give me all of you assembled the dough to the
last piece. So you do not have concealed nothing, I'll search you personally at your apartment.
It .., audacity ...
Second, ignoring Mayer, Johann said, you should immediately close all of your charitable institutions. Third, to give our fishermen all lost money. Wait,
that's not all. And fourth, you have to get out of here to the devil horns with your entire gang. I give you three seconds to think.

Meyer, a former military man, accustomed to act. He did not even took three seconds to rush to Johann and knock him down. Plunging the enemy on the
ground, Meyer tried to escape. But Johann, already lying on the ground, managed to substitute the leg. Meyer fell. Two seconds later, Johann sat on it. Meyer
fought back fiercely. But Johann help is slow to Oscar and Robert. Seeing them, Mayer gritted teeth anger.
I give up, he said hoarsely, let go my hand, you break it, damn you.
Oscar, search it!

Oscar Mayer pulled from his pockets two revolvers.

Wow, the whole artillery! There is nothing more in their pockets, Oscar? Well, now you can, and free hand. Everything should be done in due time. Accept
our conditions or prefer to lie down next to the lighthouse with your esteemed competitor? Johann asked.
At .., Nima, panting, said Mayer.
So we go to you.

Accompanied by Johann, Oscar Mayer and Robert made his way along the road. He held a separate house at the village edge. Fishermen have made a
thorough search and took everything as it was understood: the dough and money.

When at last they left, promising to accompany him on a ship, it was already past midnight.

Mayer, exhausted, dropped his head on the table, sat there for several minutes. Then suddenly he raised his head, banged his fist on the table and shouted:
So goof!

Calmed down, he began to compose a telegram Rodenshtoku. The work does not go well. Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. "Are these robbers
again?" Meyer thought.
Who's there?

an urgent telegram.

Making sure that the postman came really, Meyer opened the door, received a telegram and opened it. The telegram was from Rodenshtoka.
"Gambling house and places of entertainment close cases point to eliminate the point, exit immediately."

Meyer could not understand what caused this telegram, but it came in handy. Now he can fulfill the requirement of Johann without violating the interests of
the owners.

Early in the morning Meyer set to work.

Funny lights went out in the bars closed the cinema and dance halls, grimly silent empty casino building. Fishermen, deprived of all these pleasures, worried
Funny lights went out in the bars closed the cinema and dance halls, grimly silent empty casino building. Fishermen, deprived of all these pleasures, worried
and almost beat Mayer, requiring the opening of the gambling house. They even tried to force seize the casino building, but it appeared that the soul of the
building, measuring tape, was taken out and loaded onto the ship during the night. Players were somewhat comforted by the fact that they had received from
Johann losing money at roulette. Fishermen went as after a heavy hangover, frowning and silent. Rampage, fighting, drunkenness and theft gradually ceased.
People wandered aimlessly through the village, looking at each other stupid, blankly, not knowing what to do, what to talk about. Sometimes they were
enlivened, remembering funny, crazy night. But the conversation ended abruptly, and again dimmed his eyes and his mouth opens in a heavy yawn. On the work
of no one thought. Everyone expected that the restart the gold fever, gamble, play and debauchery. But day after day passed, and all was still. Only the spring,
bracing wind swept over the village fun, refreshing footy head.

Meyer arrived in Berlin, found a big news. Invited Krigmanom chemist was able to determine the composition of the "eternal bread" and to produce
artificially "dough."

We do not need now no Breuer, no fishermen said Rodenstock. We will themselves produce "perpetual bread."

Not afraid of us and competitors added Krigman let them buy even at grams of bread and raise it. We will produce tons of it, and kill their competition.
And the company for the sale and export "everlasting bread" the beginning of its operations.

6. FIGHTING CONTINUES
The largest German capitalists have joined their capital in this case. The entire globe has been plastered with gaudy advertisements for the company:
Buy a "perpetual bread"!
Delicious! Nutritionally!
One kilogram is enough to feed a person for life!
This advertisement was not just one: specifying the cheapness of bread. Rodenshtok and Krigman long argued about the price of grain. Krigman insisted that
the first bread was sold at a high price, available only to the rich.
We'll take the cream, and then let the bread at a cheap price for mass distribution.
Against this objection Rodenshtok.
Do not forget that every kilogram of "bread" after a while becomes two. Bread will speculate. We can not oblige bought not sell it. We need very quickly to
lead our operations to return capital plus interest, before going to market the bread will be used by speculators for the price reduction.
Prices soon had to reduce, but for a different reason: the rich people reacted skeptically to the bread. They did not want to give up the variety of gourmet
cuisine and savory, to "sit on a fool", which gives them a feeling of disgust.
But the poor, when the bread fell, attacked the dough with greed.
Agents of the company got into the most remote corners of the world. Thousands of brochures, films and agitators introduced populations with profitable
and essential qualities "of the eternal bread." Companies fared brilliantly. However, the struggle over the "bread" soon be kindled.
At this time, it began to Professor Breuer. When he learned of the sale of grain traded company, then sent an open letter to the newspapers, which protested
against the use of his inventions. He insisted that the government stopped the company.
"I did not order writing professor, spent forty years of my life, to provide an opportunity to enrich my invention handful of speculators, I protest against
this, but even more I protest that my invention was widespread at the time.. I have not finished my experiences. It is not only an outrageous violation of
copyright, but also poses a threat to society, because the bread is not yet fully understood how the new nutrient. "

He wants to intimidate our customers, said Krigman, after reading this letter. Wasted effort. We have a response from physicians on the complete
harmlessness of bread and permit medical advice. All who eat our bread, are in good health, bless us and serve us the best advertisement. No, Professor, you're
late, and you can not spoil our cause!

However, a letter from Professor made a big impression on society. Rose heated debates. The government realized they made a mistake by giving the
shareholder the company permission to sell bread. Market introduction of the "eternal bread" has already affected the feverish price changes. All commercial
and industrial world was in great excitement. "Eternal Bread" was too strong a means of influence on the economy not only the country but also around the
world. This means you can not be left in private hands.

And government newspapers have proved the necessity of the state monopoly of ads on the "bread".

Working papers do not agree with that. Referring to the will of the inventor, they insisted on the declaration of "bread" in the public domain and free his
hand.

While these were heated debates in the fishing village events went on as usual.

Early spring morning fishermen were surprised by the unusual spectacle. The village, waving his arms, without a hat, with disheveled hair escaped Professor
Breuer, moving to a new home old Hans. Hans got up and just enjoyed the fragrant coffee with cream in the company of his housekeeper. Seeing the professor,
he, according to an old habit, stood up respectfully, and, pointing to a comfortable chair next to him, said:
Please be seated, Mr. Professor. Would not you like some coffee? Professor sank helplessly into a chair. He was so tired of fast running, I could not utter a
word, and only negatively head whirled. Catching his breath a little, the professor said:
Hans, you have more "dough", which I gave you? Hans alert.

No, Herr Professor. Blame. Human weakness. All we sold, and I was selling. A recently lost at roulette.
Professor looked sternly into Hans's eyes. The old man could not bear this sight and looked away.
Are you telling the truth, Hans?

the real truth. The professor stood up.

Yana believe you, Hans, you have repeatedly tricked me. You did not keep your word.
Excuse me, Professor. Breuer angrily waved.

Now it is not to apologize. Did you know, Hans, what have you done? You disobedience done a lot of harm, and done more. Listen to me carefully, Hans.
Now I experimented over the "bread". And I am convinced that it is not to. Dog, I gave the "bread" for a week before you izdohla in terrible agony. And if you
do not return to me immediately the dough until the last bite, you will suffer a terrible death. You will turn black, you will break the cramp, foam, you will have
to go out of his mouth like a rabid. And you will die.

Hans turned pale and sat on the edge of the chair. Death! He had long thought about it, enjoying the wellfed, calm existence. Now die! Do not drink coffee
with cream, get away from these easy chairs, duvets! No, it's too horrible. He looked at the professor and suddenly flashed a sly twinkle in the eyes of Hans.
And you, Professor? You said that, too, ate the dough. You, too, will die?
Breuer was confused, but immediately regained his composure.
Yes, maybe, and I die. But I took the antidote.

Then, of course, and you will not refuse me the antidote.

No, I refuse angrily snapped Breuer. Let it be a crime, but I will not give you the antidote. You are punishing yourself for your crime. If you want to
live, but now also carry the dough here.
Hans cheered.

If so, do nothing. Die nobody wants. Now, Herr Professor.

Hans went into another room, closed the door for a long time digging there and finally went out. With a heavy sigh, he handed Professor dough.

Breuer looked in a small metal container.
It's all?

Am I again deceive you, sir ...
Good. If the fool, the worse it will be for you.
And the antidote, Professor?
I'll get you. Do not worry.

When Breuer left the room, Hans burst into merry laughter and senile, referring to his housekeeper, said:
And I'm left a little piece of yourself. The tiniest. It seems to me that the professor is also disingenuous. It's not poisoning him the dough should be on
something else.

The house is already crowded with fishermen Hans, waiting to hear the latest news from Hans. But the news they had heard from the professor. He spoke to
them with the same speech, that to Hans. He assured that they will die in a week, if you do not take the antidote. And the antidote he promised in exchange for
the dough. Fishermen listened: one with surprise, others with fear. But they assured me that the test they had no "no poroshinochki". Rastorgovalsya and losers.
The professor shouted, scaring them, stamped his feet, but nothing helped. No test, but an antidote, he should give them. Only three have promised to bring
the dough. The others were already set up with hostility.
He promised all dressed, and now the latest to select!
If poisoned, and Lechi, heard the threatening cries.

Yes, you understand, unhappy that I'll regret, worry about you ...
We see how sorry ...
You do not know what misery, what horror awaits you. Having exhausted the entire stock of beliefs, professor sank helplessly on the steps and covered his
face with his hands.

What a mess, what a horror! he said quietly, shaking his head. Some fishermen felt sorry for him.
Let's give him too little piece, if not killed. Breuer heard it. Lifting his head, he said:
All or nothing! Pieces here will not help.

That's what I really do not understand, said, stepping forward, the old fisherman. Why is it so turns out that if you give all, it is not poisoned?
If you do not give, then I will give you the antidote.
How come you will not give?

Mood of the crowd once again changed dramatically.

If you do not give, then before we go to the grandmother. Come on now! The crowd surrounded Breuer, grabbed by the arm and led him to the house, as a
prisoner. Professor hung helplessly at the hands of fishermen, and only said, as in delirium:
! What a mess .. .. What a misfortune
when he came home, he was staggering gait walked into his lab and brought out a large bottle with a clear liquid.
Here, otpeyte sip. Take Hans. Give sip everyone who ate the dough.
The fishermen went, discussing the strange behavior of the professor.
crazy people.

Very simple. He'd been halfbaked.

And the professor went to his office, and with a trembling hand wrote a telegram to a friend of the deputy's name.

"Tell the government the need for immediate seizure and destruction of all stocks of" everlasting bread "please point it to foreign powers point otherwise
dash mass poisoning point Breuer."

Since the question of the monopoly of the "perpetual bread" was solved by the state, then to discuss a telegram Breuer Cabinet meeting was convened. In
order not to arouse panic telegram was kept entirely secret. The Minister of Finance had high hopes for the "bread", to improve public finances and to strengthen
order not to arouse panic telegram was kept entirely secret. The Minister of Finance had high hopes for the "bread", to improve public finances and to strengthen
the exchange rate of the brand, and therefore strongly urged Cabinet members to disregard the telegram.

It's either kunshtyukov inventor, unhappy that he did not get the role of a "dogooder" or, rather, raving lunatic. Our best professors made a thorough
analysis of the "bread" and did not find it any harmful substances.

The meeting was very stormy. All agreed in one, you can not hurry with the publication of the order for the destruction of "bread," as long as it is not to be
fully illuminated. Health Minister hastily commissioned to produce again, through specialists, the study of "bread," and the people who eat them. It was also
decided to send two professors: one the psychiatrist and the other a chemist, his personal friends, so that they, under the guise of a friendly visit, to inquire
about the health of Breuer and tried to find out what danger can threaten those who ate the dough.

A few days later the doctors, who was commissioned to investigate the "bread" and nourish them, made the report; they said that secondary research "bread"
gave the same results. The bread is nutritious, rich in vitamins, so udobovarim that well absorbed by the stomach of patients, and even infants, as additional
power to the mother's milk, and is completely harmless. All eating this bread feel fine. Anemic and anemic recovered in a short time. The health status of
tuberculosis, switched to power "test", there was a significant improvement.
Minister of Trade, after hearing the report, he sighed with relief.

I admit, out of curiosity and duty ate a piece of the illfated test. And read the telegram, all the time felt as if from this frog eggs in my stomach divorced
frog. Soon arrived and professors seconded to the island Fair. They reported that they found Breuer in a very depressed state.

About psychosis can not speak, reported the psychiatrist but the nervous system Breuer disappointing. He has seen extreme changes in mood, typical of
a strong degree of neurasthenia. From total oppression he suddenly moves to an excited state. We met was not very friendly. Report anything specific about their
fears refused. He says: "Sami brewed porridge, and disentangle yourself I have done my duty and warned of the danger is now acting as you want and take
responsibility for themselves..."

With this report, Ministers were somewhat confused. If not for the state monopoly! But to take the government responsible for some impending danger ...
But the practical interests prevail. With telegram Breuer decided not to be considered.
Krigman, who managed to find out about this telegram, said Rodenshtoku:
The government robs us of the "bread". Well! The capital we had to return, albeit with a small percentage. If now and that will get away with it "bread", we
will not be accused of poisoning.

7. Unnecessary RICHES
Spring has brought grief to Hans: left him the housekeeper, who married a fisherman nearby village. The old man was hard to get used to the bachelor life:
to clean up the room, cook dinner, wash the laundry. He walked through the village and invited to itself in the service of the widows and orphans. But no one
came. Women, like men, have long lost the habit of work. Despite the devastation, made zucchini and roulette, no one has yet needed because to go to work for
others. The old man had to come to terms with his fate. Not to cook your own dinner, he again began to eat, "test", which is still the shore for growth and sales.
In the warm spring morning, he opened a cupboard to take a spoon the dough out of the jar. To his surprise, he saw that the dough has grown more than
usual, and even overhangs the edge through banks, whereas normally it barely reached the edge. He ran to the cellar, where he stored supplies, which he
postponed based on future sales. There dough behaved normally, barely increasing.
The old man was surprised and delighted.
"It must have been from the heat, it swells so fast", he decided. Hans scooped out half the can and ate with relish the test. He sat in the sun, smoked a pipe,
and at noon lay down to rest. Waking up at two o'clock, he again was curious to look into the cupboard. Bank again was full to the brim.
"That's a thing If buyers are now arrived, could be to trade!" he thought, grieving lull in test trading.

In the evening he went to the house of a fisherman who had a large family. Talked about this and that and casually asked:
And if you need the dough? Fisherman shrugged.

With us almost missing your. Kilo, probably I would have bought.
How much will you give?
A couple of brands of ladies.

Hans even offended. And, speaking of the early spring, he said goodbye and left.

A couple of brands! grumbled the old man back to himself. to pay people by the thousands, and here a couple. And where they zapropastilis? I do not
understand this city. That just does not tear off with her hands, then do not show ...
Distressed failure, Hans went to bed early.

And when he woke up in the morning and opened the cupboard, I involuntarily recoiled in amazement. Dough not only got out of the banks, but also filled
the entire regiment.

Well, pret! said the old man. Thus, in fact, I would have to sell the two brands.
He walked around the village, offering a dough. But he always said
do not need.

A few days have all been fed up. However, an unexpected cold detained dough rise, but in each family it was quite enough for daytime power. Dull and
Hans. If not care, he would be even more stout. He was tormented by the thought that sort of wealth in vain. He could not accept the idea to throw the batter out.
He devoured it himself, suddenly appeared with an inexhaustible appetite senile. Finally, he felt that he could no longer eat so much. He barely dragged
rastolstevshie like logs, legs. He was tormented by shortness of breath. Hardly doplelsya it to the next house. Husband and two children sitting at the gate. The
wife looked out the open window.

Good day, courtesy of Hans said. It's boring to me alone sit. Do you not deign to come to me to dine dough?
Fisherman measured the distance between the houses. It was no more than thirty paces.
go far he said listlessly.

Well, there, far away! I came, and I'm older than you.

No, thank you, but I'm already full. Today, five times taken for food.
Very sorry.

And, down near the fisherman on the bench, Hans said frankly:
I do not what to visit and how to help you in the form of request. Oh, grow very quickly became the dough. Three shelves in the cupboard took. I eat, eat,
and it keeps growing. To benefits!

Fisherman's wife as though felt sorry for Hans.

It must be benefits for the poor man she said to her husband just get into trouble can. We are many, we have to deal with, and he is one so old.
Well, go on, indifferently replied the husband and I do not want laziness. Fisherman's wife went with Hans, who never ceased to thank her.
Yeah, okay, good turn deserves another. Once, when we did not have the test, you will regret our poverty and with great discount dough sold.
As well as the well Hans fussing we need to help each other. Here, eat, please, on health.
The woman scooped up the dough with a spoon and, overcoming himself, ate a big piece.

Well, thank you, old man rescued. Another piece. The guest brought to the mouth a second spoonful, but then quickly took her aside and said quietly, with
some dismay:
I can not turn up with the soul.

Well, at least a small piece, be kind enough not to refuse a request to the old man.
Hans begged, as if he were starving and begging for alms.

I'm telling you that I can not something stuck? is roughly the woman replied. Do not be angry. And she left the room. Hans bowed after her and said:
Well, I do not dare to insist. And thanks for that.

At night he could not sleep for a long time. He calculated how much he would have the money if he sold all the dough a thousand marks per kilo. He fell
asleep only in the morning, but was soon awakened by a crash, there was in the room. Hans jumped out of bed and looked around. In the gray twilight of the
morning, he saw that the proliferating dough squeezed cupboard door and spilled onto the floor.

Hans was gripped by terror. For the first time he thought of the dangers which threaten the dough.
"What will it be he thought . After all, a sort of test would survive me out of the house."

He did not sleep the rest of night. He imagined that the dough as a gray snake crawls to the bed and smothers him ... Early in the morning he went to the
high road, which were sometimes unemployed, vagrants and beggars.

He managed to get three burly, but hungry guys promise to feed them well.

Boys, apparently, never ate the dough. They initially reacted to the offer of meals in disbelief. But when Hans showed them an example, they tried,
approved, and eagerly pounced on the dough. It seemed to melt in your mouth, and eat it without burdening the stomach, it was a lot. Stomachs as they were
bulky, and the appetite even more. In some twenty minutes away devastated two test shelf.
Hans cheered.
Well? Good?

Not bad! they answered poluzakryvaya greasy eyes of satiety.

That's right. I am a good man, he was starving, I know what hunger is. It is necessary to help your neighbor. Man, I'm lonely, have excess bread why not
feed the hungry?
Thank you.

It's my pleasure. Come back tomorrow. If you want to come every day. Mates with a drive. I'm good, I feed all.
Thank you for coming.

Guys are gone. Hans brightened even more.
That's better.

The dough is no longer seemed to him a terrible serpent, crawl out of the cupboard and prepared to swallow it.
A couple of guys do all the snake swallow!

He looked forward to them the next morning, but they did not come. The day was warm. The dough is again filled the entire buffet and crawled on the floor.
At night, the old man choked nightmares again. It seemed that the dough crawling toward him, climbing higher and higher, raises gray hands ... He woke up
sweating. Finally, he fell asleep and slept probably for a long time. He was awakened by someone shouting.
The owner and the owner!

Hans opened his eyes and saw that the sun had risen high enough in the sky. Hans went to the window and opened it. There were three windows. Two of
them he knew: they were unemployed, who ate his dough. The third was a beggar in a patched clothes.
Hans was very happy to see them, and hurried to open the door.
Welcome! Hungry? I was waiting for you yesterday, you have prepared tasty dough.
But the visitors were in no hurry to enter. One of unemployed busily asked:
take the dough is?

Hans was somewhat surprised his greeting, but with the same cordiality said:
I beg you.

And what is your price? with the same businesslike I asked unemployed. Hans even opened his eyes in astonishment.
Price? Yes, I also feed you for free!

Well, yes, that would still not enough, so we pay you. I ask how much you will pay us for the meal?
I you? For food? But where have you seen?

species or not to see, and we have free will not. You do not want to pay, do not. We will find another place to work.
What kind of work? Wait, so where do you go? Hans was frightened. Well, I can give a little bit.
How much?

Twenty pfennigs ladies.

Price inappropriate. Us two brands per kilogram paid in your village. Snapped take. Only eat.

Hans dizzy in the head. Pay for something that people will have the dough. That same dough, for which he was paid a thousand or more per kilo. Or these
people laugh at him, or he has gone mad ...
No, I will not pay. There are others ...
Not there are already known in the neighborhood.
Sam eat Hans said stubbornly.

Your business. If not lopnesh, tomorrow will pay for four marks. Come on, guys!

And they were gone. They went away, leaving him alone with the dough. And it is a gray mass lay on the floor and have the entire bottom belted at the
buffet. During the night it will fill the whole room ... Hans attacked horror. He rushed to the window and shouted, retreating "consumers":
Wait, hey, you come back!

They returned, calculated on the eye test weight and went to work. They do not disdain even have the floor, cleared all crawled out the dough and two lower
shelves. More than they could eat.

Shaking hands with Hans paid "workers" and fell exhausted into a chair.

Consumers have every day. They became fatter, eating less per meal took more every day. Hans money quickly melted away. Finally he could not stand. One
day after their departure he tried to have himself to exhaustion. He ate so much that morning could not get out of bed. Heartstopping nasty, it ached in his chest.
When morning came the consumers, he told them in a weak voice:
Throw away all this stuff on the street, away from home.

How long would such a way said the tramp fun. They themselves have been sick and tired of the dough. Other villagers have long been thrown out.
They quickly went to work, and the house was finally cleared of the test. Hans wanted to rise to pay off, but suddenly leaned back, turned blue and
wheezing.

Well, this cover! said the beggar, coming to Hans.

Bursting of fat! Two yesterday already died in this village. Well, consider yourself something in memory of an old man but the pier. Quite us here eats.
Where he got the money, they were?

Come on, Carl, said the unemployed even lay a.

Who will be covered here? Yes, in this village with no one place does not move all day.

A beggar found the chest with money, filled his pockets and walked away with his companions, leaving the body growing cold.

8. BREAD FLOOD
Horror possessed the village. Every fisherman's house was a grain of "eternal bread." When it is summer heat and "bread" began to grow rapidly, all
survived the momentary pleasure of an unprecedented "harvest." But following the same for these days to convince everyone that the dough is growing at an
alarming rate, becoming a precious nutrient in the terrible enemy, growing into a mighty flow of grain, which threatens total destruction.
The total risk of all shook. It was necessary to take some measures to save them from a terrible death.
Fishermen, like Hans, at first tried to destroy the dough by eating it. They ate with despair, fury, we load up to stomach cramps, fainting. In many of them I
woke up some savage, primitive selfishness. Wanting to save himself, the older and stronger forced to have weaker and younger. Nothing helped. Soon it
became obvious that the "eating" test does not destroy. It filled the room, smashing windows, crept out and spread over a gray stream. Growth force was so great
that the dough by filling fireplace, rising up the chimney, got out and grew out on the roof, as the snow drifts. Multi fishermen still somehow cope with the test.
They just carried him out of the house and thrown into the street. At night the fishermen threw pieces of dough to its neighbors. If their catches at the crime
scene, then severely beaten.
One of the criminals was caught by Fritz in his home. Enraged by Fritz dumped "podkidchika" fist and threw it into the body of the unfortunate bread
snowdrift. By morning, the dough completely absorbed the body. So Fritz made his second murder. He did not even hide it, explaining to the villagers that it was
just selfdefense. Municipal Judge, perhaps, be found in the actions of Fritz "exceeding the limits of necessary defense." But all the fishermen were adamant that
Fritz worked as it should, that this case will serve as a lesson for others.
Test expelled from their homes, confused, polupomeshannye fear, people are often gathered on the beach and discussed their situation. At these meetings,
we are told terrible things. How to test all died in a carpenter's family: at night, when everyone was asleep, the dough has filled up the door and the window, and
accidents were strangled test ... As infants died and helpless patients left in homes.
One mother who lost a child, told me:
I went to the neighbors to ask for help, to help me just make things out of the house. The dough is filled, I have only one room to one half and the other lay
my baby. I was hoping to come back soon. But I had to get around the village, asking for help, but no one came. Each had their own worries. I can not say I was
was away for a long time. When it returned, it saw that the whole room was filled almost to the ceiling test, and through it I can not go into the room where my
child was lying. I rushed to the window, but it was closed from the inside. Then I decided to go through the dough. It was very sticky, like thick ooze. I took a
few steps and already was exhausted. My head was still above test, it reached the shoulders. But soon the dough to cover the start of my neck, under the chin
come ... A few more minutes and it would have suffocated me ... I was drowning in it as in a viscous slime swamp. I started to scream. Thank you, Fritz ran
past. He heard my cry and pulled me gaff. A baby and we could not save ...
Yes, it was so, confirmed by Fritz. I have swallowed decent test before I was able to get Martha.
And it's selfless salvation of perishing listeners seemed as simple and necessary thing as murder "podkidchika" a word that appeared with the advent of a
new type of crime. It is also branded a man as old word "thief".
Fishermen grimly silent, listening to these terrible stories.
Is it possible for all of us to perish? asked the young woman.
Or throw the house and go away from here, said the old fisherman.
Fritz looked thoughtfully at sea.
And why do not we try, he said throw the dough into the sea, the benefit is by our side. At sea, a lot of places. Perhaps dough sinks in water. And no
wind and waves will carry it on our shores, and be done with it.
This idea will appeal to all. Whatever ended this venture, it will give some kind of way out of painful inaction. And the fishermen eagerly set to work. Day
and night they pulled the dough to the shore and thrown into the sea.
The dough is slightly submerged in the water, but did not sink. It floats on the surface, as in the spring sun browned dirty coastal ice. Do not blow it, and
from the shore. Surf thrown out of the dough back onto the shore. But the dough turned out to taste the fish. They appeared off the coast in an extraordinary
amount of devouring a delicious pastry.
It amused fishermen.
But will eat, perhaps ... Look, what fish kill.
That's the bait! Good would be fishing!
None of the network will not stand. Yes, they too bend any of our network. No one, however, did not seriously thought about fishing. All continued to pull
the dough and disposed of in the sea.
On the third day, one of the fishermen said:
What does it mean? How we test, we walked, how many fish have eaten, and the test is even more!
Hence, the water is rising.
A few days later it became apparent that the dough will not only continue to grow in water, but is growing much faster than the earth, perhaps by getting
extra power from water. The dough has puffed out above the water surface, capturing the vast expanse of the sea, as far as the eye enough. On top of the
troubles, it sucked all of the coastal strip, stop the tide, is brought to shore and crawled onto dry land. As if the sea is already filled, it does not take more and
giving back the surplus land. Approach the shore was impossible.
The last hope shattered fishermen. In desperation, they stood at the shore, not knowing what to do, how to be saved. Before them was a kind of new sea
gray, gelatinous mass, some jelly on which probably can not even go on a boat ... Behind stood abandoned, deserted houses ...
One of the fishermen still made an effort to pull the boat. But it bogged down in the test, in the mud, and it was impossible to turn the paddle.
And the sea spoiled frowning, said the old fisherman. Now, no travel, no pass ... And you can not escape from the island ... And who has done such
cases?
Yes, someone has done? This idea was picked up by all. Desperate to rescue people searched for the culprit to disrupt it anger for all the troubles.
Who else is to blame? Of course, Professor Breuer! Fishermen have forgotten, we did not want to remember how they got the dough, as the professor
urged them to give all the stocks of "eternal bread."
He's killed us! He deprived us of home, condemned to death for our children. He brought down on our heads all the misery. Death of Professor Breuer!
Death suppressor!
And an angry mob rushed up the hill, to the estate of Professor. Johann vain, Robert and Oscar tried to convince the crowd not to do crazy things. Anger
does not reason.
9. SIEGE
Professor Breuer experienced difficult days. He knew what was happening in the village. He did everything he could to prevent misfortune, but still felt
indirectly responsible for the incident.
Horrible! Horrible! he repeated, pacing from corner to corner of his office. What a miserable destiny! Forty years of life spent on it to make people
happy and to cause them so much misery ...
From outbreaks of despair professor went on to feverish work: he invented a tool that could quickly destroy the dough, or at least slow its growth. He sat
night without stopping, at work in his laboratory. But he had to make a huge amount of experience before he can achieve what some practical results. It needed
time. And we had to work in a constant nervous tension among the horrors around him. And it was close to a nervous breakdown. Breuer expected that sooner
or later, the indignant crowd can make an attack, and prepared for it. Life he was not expensive, but it seemed to him that he alone can save humanity before it
dies on the test. And he decided to defend their lives, come what may.

When frightened, the servant ran to his office and said in a broken voice: "A crowd of fishermen ran to our house," Professor Breuer only asked sadly:
Already?

For a moment he sat deep in thought, as a convict, who said: "For you come Come to death.". But soon recovered himself, stood up and quietly gave the
order:
Close the door. Charles. Insert oak shutters in the firstfloor window.

Breuer and Charles quickly got to work. The front door was made of thick, heavy oak and wrought iron. This door can withstand the onslaught for long.
Fairly narrow windows of the ground floor were covered by shutters with iron bolts. Everything was thought out long ago. Karl could even close the door, but
they were made, and not as strongly as the doors.

Still detain them on time, said the servant. Professor house prepared for a siege. Cheers of the crowd already distinctly heard by the wall of the stone wall.
Death suppressor! shouted an angry mob, and the impact of heavy fishing hooks fell on the goal board. Dog, descended from the chain, raised a desperate
barking. The crowd worried gate creaked and finally succumbed. Armed with hooks and harpoons, fishermen rushed into the garden, put an end to dog and laid
siege to the house.

Open the door! fishermen shouted. Anyway, you will not escape alive from here.

The professor looked out the narrow window of the second floor. Despite the horror of the situation, he had to smile when he saw the crowd besieging: no
army in the world is not composed of such thick, clumsy people! Care and works the last few days have done their job, but they were still so incredibly thick
that one would have thought, if they are collected on a contest fatties. They suffered shortness of breath and tired quickly. This makes them less dangerous
opponents.

I'll go, but first hear me out, the professor said, trying to convince them with words. I warned you ... he began. But he was not allowed to speak.
Assassin! Strangler! Death! Death!

I'll tell you how to destroy the dough! He tried to shout the crowd.

Standing near, on hearing these words, fell silent, but long continued to scream.

While I have not found a tool that immediately relieve you of the test, rub it between the stones, pushing in a mortar, burn fire. And most importantly, do
not interfere with my work. You just have not listened to me ...
But Breuer words were drowned out by the roar of the crowd. Fishermen started working gaffs like rams. However, neither the door nor window shutters did
not respond.

Fishermen continued the siege. In place of getting tired and other hard digging door. By evening, the door board is already significantly affected. In several
places, sharp hooks made through holes. But the army of fat people very tired. Besieged sat around the house and began to discuss a plan of action. Many works
hooks seemed too tedious and timeconsuming. We had to come up with a faster way to take a fortress under siege. Disorderly cries of the crowd gradually fell
silent. Unorganized crowd, obviously, turned into an organized "army", highlighting his headquarters, his generals.
"It's worse," thought Breuer.

Look, waving his hands, said Carl, pointing to one of the fisherman is Fritz, I know it. Fritz explained something to fishermen. They listened attentively,
then everyone started talking loudly again and went through the gate, leaving the house only a few people.
"Did he persuaded them not to do anything stupid Breuer thought . But then, why they left this time?"

It took about an hour. Suddenly Breuer saw the returning peasants and immediately guessed their plan. They carried on behind a bunch of twigs.
What is it? They want us to burn alive? in fright said Karl.

Try to stay alive Breuer said, watching the fishermen piled at the door and walls of a building brushwood bundles. Come on, bring to bear our "guns"
the professor said.
the professor said.

A servant brought a huge bunch of missiles. Before the fishermen had to lay down their fires, Breuer and his servant released in besieging a dozen missiles.
These missiles were special properties. They are incredibly sizzling, crackling, spewing jets of fire, jumping from side to side, and left behind a suffocating
stench. Despite all the terrible effect of the missiles were completely harmless. However, they have made enemies among real panic. Fishermen rushed to
escape, covering his mouth with his hands and sneezing. They were convinced that they had been poisoned choking gases.

It was past midnight. Decline of the moon appeared through the broken, quickly chased the clouds wind. Fishermen Make sure all your health, returned to
the house at the very moment when the professor was already thinking about how to escape by using the retreat of the enemy.

The moon scattered light Breuer saw that fishermen tying their handkerchiefs nose and mouth close to the house. The attackers were holding lighted
lanterns. Despite its thickness and slowness, this time the attackers acted quickly and decisively. "The organization of the army" has done its job. Before Breuer
has released a new charge missiles, fishermen burned bonfires and, step aside and sat down.

Too bad Breuer said, watching the flames cover dry resinous tree. He rubbed his forehead and thought.

there is no other means, have to resort to gas attack ... It is a harmless gas, and from no one dies. But the enemies will be put to sleep for at least three
hours.

Breuer quickly went to the lab and brought out two cylinders. When it is unscrewed metal tube, flowed down from the tank almost colorless gas jet.
Releasing a balloon, Breuer and his servant put on gas masks, and after the first balloon released three more. The action of the gas has been rapid and complete.
Once the gas wave has come to the fishermen, they began to fall.
You can go, said Breuer.

They went out, closed the door, quickly rastaskali burning with the fires, extinguished the flames. Rising wind dispersed gas.
So much the better, an hour or two they will be on their feet. During this time, we will be far away.

Breuer opened the garage, brought a small twoseater, and sat down with Carl. They went through the gate and quickly drove along the road to the nearest
town.
10. CRIMINAL
In the morning the fishermen woke up and stared in amazement at one another. What is happening to them? Around the house lay scattered branches and
twigs. The house was silent.
Broke the door, they went inside. Everywhere it was empty.
Gone! Fled! Outsmarted us!
Disappointed, they returned to the village and only now remembered the advice Breuer as to destroy the dough. Brought a large pot, lit a fire under him and
began to throw the dough boiler. The boiler was the stench, the dough quickly melted in the pot, leaving the bottom of a small pellet. Those who did not have
boilers, grated dough between stones or pounded in a mortar. The work went quite well, but the dough was too much and the fishermen had to sit at work all
day, to destroy all the growing dough.
While the fishermen were busy this Egyptian labor, a professor with the servant Karl drove toward the city. When they passed a village, they met an old
fisherman who knew Professor Breuer face.
Here goes Strangler said the fisherman, pointing to the peasants on the driveBreuer. Among the peasants were heard threatening shouts. Carl turned on
full speed.

But one of the peasants thrown into the car manure forks. Forks hit a wheel and tire struck. Somehow fugitives left for the village, got off the car and started
to put on a new tire on the wheel. However, the peasants saw them and ran to the car already with threatening cries. Breuer and Charles left the car and rushed to
hide in the nearby woods.

They did not dare to go on the road, they sat in a shelter all day and night just set off.

. "Outcast bitterly thought Breuer Each passerby might kill me like a criminal, outlaw ..."
When, finally, the travelers came to the city, Breuer went to the public prosecutor and, calling himself, he said:
I want you to arrest me and sent to prison, or crowd devour me.

You were very timely, said the prosecutor, I have just received orders to arrest you.
To keep me from the crowd?

Yes, said the prosecutor indefinitely. And not only that. You, apparently, will be charged.

Breuer was surprised, but said nothing. He shrugged indifferently allowed to drive yourself to jail. Soon he was transferred to Berlin.
Do you know about the misfortunes that caused his invention? the investigator asked him, calling for questioning.
Yes I know. But his guilt can not accept. I warned you ...
about the guilt we come. You know what happened in the fishing village, but probably do not know what has happened all over the world.
Probably the same thing but on a larger scale.

On a larger scale! with indignation in his voice said the investigator. How can you calmly talk about it? Entire villages, villages, towns flooded by your
terrible test. Hundreds of thousands, millions of people were left without homes. Navigation and inland navigation stopped, as the water of rivers and seas
become to some slime. You have caused the catastrophe, which can not be compared even a volcanic eruption. And you speak calmly about "larger scale".
Shall I prostrate and beg forgiveness? already irritated professor said. It is not I scattered the dough around the globe, I have not started this trade
'eternal bread. " Tell me, at least, what exactly are you accusing me?

The fact that you do not complete the experience, not having examined all the quality tests, criminal negligence had to pass the test of the old fisherman
Hans. Since this all started.

I've taken all the precautions. The old man Hans deceived me.

You have given in the hands of semiliterate person a terrible destructive force. Good precaution! Deign to tell me everything in detail. And the
investigator sat down at the table, and began a formal interrogation, which lasted a long time.

Investigator particularly interested in the question, why not Breuer said in his telegram, which is exposed to the danger of the world, and spoke only of the
test of harm to health, giving, thus, a consequence of the wrong path.

If you had told the truth, misery could be avoided. Any refrigerator or sealed containers have been made.

I thought the threat of poisoning the most effective means to get people to give up eating "bread" and to destroy it.

Besides, I just could not believe it if I told the truth. While no refrigerators and vessels would not help. Their production requires time, the dough increases
with speed multiplication of bacteria: twelve hours each "wand" gives sixteen million offspring.
When the professor was admitted advocate of it Breuer learned a few more details.

Yes, dear Professor, you have done harm. Now people are just so busy and that the sitting and pounded in mortars batter. The rich can still hire the poor to
work for themselves, and everyone else are doomed to this Sisyphean task. Some states have even tried to dump the dough on the territory of neighboring states.
This caused a series of wars. It is fortunate that the dough itself cooled martial ardor. How can you povoyuesh when no pass no pass. People and horses get
stuck in the test. Only airplanes fought in the air, on this matter ended. But then something more that will tell me? Here the newspapers write that your dough
raspolzetsya across the land, will cover the globe solid crust, and then kaput. The sun reddened the earth bun. He may be delicious and nutritious, but it will
have no one. All living things die. Prudent people who are richer, of course already bought plots on the mountains. All Swiss glaciers captured a bunch of
rich people who want to settle there in the hope that at such a height t o hundred will not come, besides, it's cold, and the cold dough rises slowly.
Tell me interrupted defender Breuer but why blame me? After all the bread sold Rodenshtok and Krigman! The lawyer smiled.

The fact that the government has managed to declare a monopoly on bread and already sold by herself. Can not blame the government itself! To justify to
the masses, it is necessary to put the blame on someone guilty, to divert attention.

Now I understand everything Breuer said. Under these conditions, it is difficult to justify.

Yes, it is not easy. You might just be an excuse to buy rather invent an "antidote", a tool that would destroy your invention.
But for this I need to work, said hotly Breuer.

You will be given the opportunity, said the lawyer. Today you will be transferred to the laboratory, equipped here in prison. Believe me, for you it will
be the best method of protection.

11. SAVED WORLD
Let me introduce myself, Assistant Professor Schmidt. I was sent to help you. I have worked in biochemistry at Rodenshtoka and Krigman. I managed to
open a part of your "bread" and produce it for export.
Here's how Breuer said then, and you "partner in crime"! Not on this occasion there were you and my assistant in the laboratory of the prison?
Imagine not. I have not touched. Obviously, recognized as one victim is enough.
But Rodenshtok Krigman and also on the loose?
Oh, yes, and still thrive. They are now manufactured machines for the mechanical destruction of the test and are cashing in on this great money. All
wealthy people have got such machines. Thousands of workers are working on the extermination of the "bread". Alas, the time around the world extended to
twelve hours. What to do! Everywhere martial law. Blue operate as military service. Any strike shall be punishable by the most cruel manner.
Breuer bowed his head and sat depressed.
"Poor Breuer! Does he dream about it?" Schmidt thought. He felt sorry for the old man.
See how the laboratory is furnished! Is not that bad? Breuer came out of his reverie and expert eye surveyed the lab. He was pleased. Seeing microscope,
retorts and flasks, he seemed to come to himself after all of the excitement. He was drawn to the work.
Yes, yes he said is a good laboratory. Here something is missing, but we are, of course, we get all you need. Work, work!
Well, that's great! We'll soon get through the test. By the way, tell me, Professor, how do you explain the increased growth of the test? Whether raising
temperature Only with the advent of summer?
Of course, not only this. In the summer air has more bacteria than in the winter. My culture "just" gets more power, and "bread" is growing strongly.
I expected, said Schmidt. Radical annihilation of "the eternal bread" so can go two ways. Or we will have to find a culture of bacteria that would absorb
the "dough" in more than it grows, or do we need to sterilize the air surrounding the dough, and thus deprive the power to "forgive" that make up your dough.
I was thinking about the first method Breuer said. Your way to air sterilization seems to me no less interesting.
And so it will work in two directions. Breuer found in the face of Schmidt experienced, talented employee and a good friend. Breuer and Schmidt worked
tirelessly, and their job was to probably even better if the investigator did not visit Breuer knocked out of the rut. After these visits, Breuer fell into a heavy
brooding or getting nervous. Schmidt, as best he could, trying to calm Breuer.
Do not pay attention to this panel of rat. Your invention, whatever is said, remains the greatest. Every scientific work is fraught with failure. Now we are
working to destroy your invention. But we will not stop on this "destructive" operation. We will find a bridle for your test, make it an obedient tool in the hands
of man and to free humanity from hunger.

The whole world is intently watching what is being done in a prison laboratory. However, people's patience apparently dwindled. Newspapers are often
wrote that it's time to assign the trial of Professor Breuer, as, apparently, he did not manage to solve the problem. Schmidt, who had time to read the newspaper,
hiding these posts by Breuer, in order not to excite him.

But Breuer once read those newspaper articles. He sat long in thought, and in the evening to persuade Schmidt to go to bed early, as Schmidt has many
nights hardly slept.

Schmidt went to bed they slept here in the lab but could not sleep. Breuer behaved this evening is especially nervous, and Schmidt, posing sleeping,
watching Breuer through closed eyes. Breuer long walk around the lab, and then sat down to work. Soothe him Schmidt has already started to fall asleep, when
suddenly was awakened by shouting Breuer:
Eureka (found)!

Schmidt wanted to get out of bed and greet Breuer with the discovery, but something stopped him. Breuer walked quickly to the desk, on a spirit burned
some papers, wrote a few lines and took out a syringe.

"He wants to kill himself!" Schmidt thought, jumping out of bed, ran to the professor.
Oh, no, my dear professor, that will not do! I will not let you!

Do not interrupt me Breuer said. If I am guilty, then he atoned for his guilt: I discovered a means of destruction test. But I'm too tired ... Pretty.
Tired relax. Such brain does not die prematurely. escape from the hands of Professor syringe, Schmidt continued:
Let me congratulate you, dear Professor! Imagine, you can congratulate me. Tonight I also successfully solved the problem.
Why did not you tell me?

I'd like something else to check Schmidt replied modestly. In fact, he knew that the work of Breuer's close to the end, wanted to give him the honor of the
first discovery.

And now, dear Professor, we'll wait. Let's wait and work. We will improve your "bread" your "bread" and everyone will eat it, and to remember his good
genius "baker".

Professor Breuer smiled and held out his hand to Schmidt. Soon, newspapers and radio told the world that the remedy for the radical destruction of bread
found. "Mushroom" Professor Breuer worked perfectly. It was enough to throw the dough a few grams of the fungus as the dough starts to acidify, to settle, and
soon on the site of huge mountains gelatinous mass was only slightly gray mold. Mold dries and turns to dust. Well acted and Schmidt air sterilizers, but the
means Breuer was easier and cheaper, and because it has come into general use.
The world has got rid of the test.
Mankind was saved.

12. FRESH BREEZE
Above the fishing village zipped a fresh breeze of early autumn. Stronger than the smell of the sea. White clouds quickly swept over the sea. And between
the sea and the sky flying birds, filling the air with harsh guttural cries. White surf sluiced its sandy beaches.
All crowded fishing village on the shore. Networks have been repaired, caulked boat and daubed. Now they go to sea to fish. Individuals are concentrated
fishermen. Quickly and confidently work muscular arms fastened the sail.
Fresh air said Fritz, becoming at the helm.

Good to be fishing, said the old fisherman, walking kneedeep in water at high fishing boots in a sailing boat.
It seemed a great boat bouncing on the waves of impatience as stagnant horse. The last preparations are finished.

All embraced joyfully elated. The wind immediately pulled the sail and boat, abruptly turning his nose to the open sea, quickly ran through the waves.
Fritz applied myself to the steering wheel. Fresh breeze obveval open head Fritz.

And it seemed to him that this strong, salty sea breeze makes it again fresh and strong. As a vague, halfforgotten dream, flashed before him pictures of the
past months: wealth uplyvshee as unexpectedly as it was, thefts, murders, drunkenness, sleepless nights in the gambling house, a mad passion player terrible
pictures of bread the flood ...
Is all this it was with him, fisherman Fritz? Unbelievable! To test reality or a dream is a nightmarish past, Fritz began to look into the stern face of the old
man fisherman sail confidently manage. Not a muscle tremble at it like an ax hewn oak face with tightly closed mouth and the watchful eyes of the old sea dog.
Is this the face that's very old man he had seen there in the gambling house, the green roulette table .. halfopen mouth, shaking hands and eyes crazy, scary
eyes, burning greed ...
No, it's a nightmare ...
Fritz thought so, that he had not time to turn the steering wheel. Lateral wave lashed over the side and splashed fishermen.

Small, do not yawn! strictly said the old man. This businesslike shout startled Fritz nightmares. He was fun. He leaned on the steering wheel and
turned the boat directly into the open sea, towards the fresh wind.

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