Парфюмер. История одного убийцы

           “Incredible…”Smallandashen,thegreatBaldinisatonhisstool,lookingridiculouswithhandkerchiefinhand,pressingittohisnoselikeanoldmaidwiththesniffles.Bynowhewastotallyspeechless.Hedidn’tevensay“incredible”anymore,butnoddinggentlyandstaringatthecontentsofthemixingbottle,couldonlyletoutamonotone“Hmm,hrnm,hmm…hmm,hmm,hmm…hmm,hmm,hmm.”Afterawhile,Gre-nouilleapproached,steppinguptothetablesoundlesslyasashadow.“It’snotagoodperfume,”hesaid.“It’sbeenputtogetherverybad,thisperfumehas.”“Hmm,hmm,hmm,”saidBaldini,andGrenouillecontinued,“Ifyou’llletme,maitre,I’llmakeitbetter.GivemeaminuteandI’llmakeaproperperfumeoutofit!”“Hmm,hmm,hmm,”saidBaldiniandnodded.Notinconsent,butbecausehewasinsuchahelplesslyapatheticconditionthathewouldhavesaid“hmm,hmm,hmm,”andnoddedtoanything.Andhewentonnoddingandmurmuring“hmm,hmm,hmm,”andmadenoefforttointerfereasGrenouillebegantomixawayasecondtime,pouringthealcoholfromthedemijohnintothemixingbottleasecondtime(rightontopoftheperfumealreadyinit),tippingthecontentsofflaconsasecondtimeinapparentlyrandomorderandquantityintothefunnel.