- It's enough from me! - exclaimed young and sturdy man. - I will die shoveling furrows and dragging brahmin shit! No way!
Аnd he left the hall.
- I decided today, I'm going, definitively. It would be necessary to prepare well...
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...tools... some jerky meat... lighter, gived by traveler, compass and long knife, presented me from friends for legal age - here all that will be in my backpack. My favorite black jacket from brahmins leather still looks perfect despite on the time. "Thats all what im needed. Left to speak with friends until leaving." - he thought and his eyes fell on a small book.
"Oh... what is this? All pages is empty! Well! i will take it with me!" - said young man, writing big words on the cover:
DAIRY OF SURVIVAL IN THE WASTELAND
P.S. My english not well, so PM me if you woult like to give correction of text. I would be gratefull.