He has heard faltering whisper and crying of the wife: she asked someone to make something for its rescue, not to allow to it
to die. Means, she too knows, has understood. Poor small to the Hell! What to it will be with two girls and the old woman
mother? No as it summons up courage and to die all the same terribly. Terribly and senselessly. Who these people who have
started such monstrous forces of death? What for it was required to them? Against whom they wish them to direct? And why
it, Sjukiti Kubosava, the forty-year fair fisherman, should appear the first victim of these terrible forces? And why in general
somebody should become their victim? He has recollected, how fishermen laughed at Totimi when that dissuaded them to
float to Marshalsky islands. "Why we have not obeyed him? Hunger... It is all hunger has done. There is no fish - there are
no earnings. There is no fish - the owner will fire you and then admire on hungry children, on the exhausted wife, on dying old
men. Totimi have not obeyed..." But after all other exit was not. And here before a dawn dazzling flashes, thunderous - peals,
and then - the white powder, falling from the sky: white ashes, death ashes. "Bikini ashes". If they knew about it then...
Warm gentle fingers have compressed its palm, but he could not answer handshake. The ice cold crept to a breast,
surrounded heart, stopped breath...
This day Japan has learnt that Sjukiti Kubosava, the radio operator of a fishing schooner "the Happy Dragon", has died.
Colonel Norton it is angry has thrown in a folder the telegramme from Washington and has shouted at employees.
motouti, biting lips not to begin to cry, convulsively rumpled and smoothed the newspaper. Sendo Totimi quietly prayed.
Odabe lay, having wrapped with a head in a blanket. Homma loudly sobbed, smearing on the person of tear.
The director of hospital of the Tokyo university was locked in the office and till the evening one has stayed, having dropped
on hands a bald head. When has darkened it, without lighting light, has got from a locker a bottle sake and a cup.
In trade union of fishermen of Koidzu tear-stained women did a mourning wreath. Gloomy fishermen silently smoked before an
The cafe, cinemas, variety show were empty. On the become empty streets drove about on American "villisah" the
strengthened police squads.
But the people were silent. Also there was in this silence something ominous. The authorities sincerely would prefer to this
guarded silence noisy, many thousands demonstrations.
DOWN WITH! The governor felt in the most idiotic position to what the government official only can get. On the one hand,
he has been obliged to listen respectfully and jealously to follow all instructions from above. On the other hand, just in this
case he did not wish to obey. However, business at first sight seemed trifling. Tomorrow in Koidzu funeral of unfortunate
Kubosava will take place. The government, staying in the first-born fear before communists, has suggested to provide an
order on a cemetery with the strengthened police squads and not to suppose there any meetings. What here the terrible?
Not vpervoj to it, the governor of prefecture to send police for dispersal stachechnikov, hungry demonstrators and other
rebels. And earlier it did it without batting an eyelid. But in this case the governor, the old and skilled politician, could not
approve the point of view of the minister. Ohotnee all he would participate in a funeral procession as the private person and
with pleasure would shout together with the indignant fishermen: "Down with a hydrogen bomb! Ameri-kantsy, from Japan!"
Unfortunately, the governor - the person official and it is absolutely impossible. But what position! What to do? To spit and
obey? Or to spit the heads and... Certainly, followed allow to the embittered people to be uttered, unburden the heart, as their
anger is fair... The Governor has heaved a deep sigh and is strong poter the person palms.