The bell Ringer

Before leaving for Moscow, I took an hour off and went to Lomeikin's. His laboratory was housed in a concrete-glass mansion with a fashionable canopy over the main entrance. Fedot Ivanovich led me to the end of the corridor and, opening the room, invited me with a broad gesture:

— Come in and make yourself at home!

The room we entered looked like a hardware store. On the floor and on the table, on all the chairs and stools, there were some cylinders and cones made of tinplate, pipes and pipes with screw threads.

And along the wall, under the wide window, there was a strange device that looked vividly like an old-style bicycle. A rubber hose ran from it to a copper pipe embedded in the window frame. The trumpet was very similar to a gramophone, only the bell was three or four times wider.

— Are you inventing? I nodded at the "bike" under the window.

"You're laughing, dear, but you don't know what you're laughing at,— Lomeikin said proudly. — It's an electric energy storage device.

— That's it! I drawled in surprise. — Where does the electricity come from?

— If you please, I'll explain, — Fedot Ivanovich got excited.— Do you see the bell of the copper pipe?! It picks up all the sounds made by our alley and feeds them through a rubber hose into this simple device, which you have mistaken for a bicycle. In the device, I transform the noise energy first into mechanical energy, and then into electrical energy — and be healthy. Connect the devices and use them for your pleasure.

In general, the mushroom experiment, like the piggy one, burst like a soap bubble. And after that, the experimenter Lomeikin himself disappeared. For a long time, Fedot Ivanovich did not give any information about himself

I recently had a chance to visit this town on business. And that's where I ran into Lomeikin, as they say, face to face. The acquaintance happened quite unexpectedly. And that's how it happened.

At a local club, a famous navigator held a press conference on exploring the depths of the sea. He had just returned from a long-distance expedition, and his story was extremely interesting. Journalists listened to reports about the mysteries of the seas and oceans as if fascinated. We all tried to write down the scientist's statements more precisely.

And my neighbor, tall and proud, folded his arms Napoleonically on his chest, sat motionless and grinned. He didn't even open the notebook that was on the table in front of him.

— Why don't you write it down? I whispered to my neighbor.

"I don't need it," he growled back.— I'm waiting to see if the speaker will talk about the sound of the sea surf. Noise is my element.

At the same time, the neighbor took his business card out of his breast pocket and handed it to me. On its snow-white gloss it was calligraphically written: "Lomey

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