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So I translated the conversation, besides, it really was interesting to me.

"And what is the area of ​​the circle?" Asked Suvorov. "People say that you think it."

In response, Suvorov led me through the rooms, pointing to the endless rows of barn books and clerical notebooks.

-Open any notebook here, you'll see my calculations using the circle formula. This formula is spinning in my head, and I can not catch it at all. Sometimes it seems that everything, brought her ... but no! I've been calculating for forty years, but I still can not figure it out. " Having said this, Suvorov gloomily.

Grandfather zasobiralsya, and the three of us went out into the street. Suvorov led us to the edge of the swamp. He and his grandfather shook hands and we parted.

Those who really fought in the Second World War did not live long after the war. Wounds and illnesses received in the war, and even more severe post-war labor, along with the healthy ones, quickly brought them to the grave. I was eight when my grandfather died.

After his death, I did not hear a word more from Suvorov, he did not talk to anyone else at all. He retired, and almost never left the house. Neighbors that bought him products, told that Suvorov daily considers his infinite calculations.
Probably, he tried to make it in time for him to calculate the formula of the area of ​​the circle.

I loved to roam the swamp and saw from it the light in the window of Suvorov. On the windowsill of which he and his grandfather once drank and had a snack.

When and how Suvorov died and what new owners did with his notebooks and books, I somehow missed it. Probably, they handed over to trash paper or simply threw it in the trash.

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