JUstiny always aspired to operate, - Sofia spoke. - in our sort is eight consuls-governors and the fourteen first ministers. In
total Justiny corrected Empire almost five hundred years. It if want, our family tradition. My great-grandfather was the first
minister, my grandfather too, then it sister, the aunt of my father has replaced, at last, my father became the owner of the
Kvirinalsky palace. To it already fifty seven, and it corrected enough. When to me it will be executed thirty years, it will
concede me a post of the first minister.
You so are assured of it? Sofia Justina has grinned.
Will concede, certainly. Already now I actually replace it as you, probably, have understood. In Senate Justiny own the firm
majority, and plebeian delegates too will support me if the government the next three years will not have special troubles.
And the emperor? And what the emperor?! Divine the lord costs so highly over us that a great sin for citizens to burden with
its political routine. Its Majesty swears in the government; thereby it receives divine blessing on the power...
"The surprising country, - Krun thought, listening to Sofia, - where the woman in thirty years can become the first minister
where the old man esteemed for terrestrial god, it is obedient signs edikty and says the learnt speeches and where people
consider all it is self-evident, - here such surprising country corrects the Manned World!".
Tell, - he, - and what for to you has asked the power? Sofia Justina has shrugged shoulders.
I could utter many beautiful words about my debt to Fatherland, both other, and other, and other... You to me would not
believe. The duke wishes to be with you frank up to the end. I am ambitious, and in it all secret.
The duke has frowned: he did not thirst for such truth. The new shape of the princess of Sofia which he already has had
time to draw to itself(himself), demanded something ennobled, great, the certain grandiose purpose justifying aspiration to the
And the validity has appeared prosy before disgust: Justine the power was necessary to Sofia for the sake of the power.
And I am not ambitious, - he has muttered. - if my son was ready to accept reins of government, I would depart from affairs.
We stay in different measurements, - Sofia has smiled. - from those who will sit at Kvirinale, depends a little. To our people it is
almost indifferent, who corrects it. At any power amorijtsy remain amorijtsami, misters of the world. Capital intrigues - business
of capital elite: it is necessary also to us to occupy with something itself! And at you differently: if you leave, your citizens will
lose that little that at them remains.
"It is right, - Krun has thought. - Only one it keeps back: the country of misters is the country of slaves. Amorei - slaves to
gods and the way.
Therefore it it is indifferent, who in power. And Gauls - soldiers, not slaves. To correct soldiers, everybody will not fit! ".
My son condemns me, - in an impulse of reciprocal frankness has uttered Krun. - That is why I cannot leave now.
And your daughter? I do not want about it, - the duke has roughly responded.
However Sofia Justina, without having been confused at all, took Kruna for a forearm and, for an instant having clung to its
mighty torso the exciting body, it is soft проговорила:Вы heard about my unfortunate brother, your grace? The lump has
risen in a throat of the duke, paralizuja speech. And Sofia looked on a continuous attentive sight and that something to
answer, Krun has negatively rocked a head: about the brother of Sofia he heard nothing.
My stepbrother Ovidy, by the way, the son of the native aunt of Its Highness Emilija Dalasina, was the favourite of my father.
The father designated Ovidija in successors, and Ovidy too dreamt to promote. In eighteen years Ovidy already acted here,
at the Forum, and the right, its speeches were good! To me then it was hardly executed eleven, but I perfectly remember,
with what delight its listeners accepted. And in twenty years, - Sofia has made a pause and has finished a sad voice: - in
twenty years my brother Ovidy Justin has died.
Krun has shuddered, so unexpected there was for it an ending of this story. The cold has flown on its members; before
eyes person Varga has flown. Krun the hoarse voice спросил:Вашего the brother have killed? About, no, him have not
killed. Ovidy has died of rare illness. So gods have solved. And I remained with the father one. I, unique and unique Sofia
Justina, - it have grinned, but Krun has managed to catch not only ostentatious narcissism, but also something else what
could guess only; with each minute spent with it, Sofia seemed to it more and more difficult and mysterious nature.