On the wide, good-natured person of the navigator it was visible that at it _есть_ objections - the truth, unfortunately, not
_существенные_.
- Perfectly. We will not waste time, companions. We will need to get under way within the next twenty four hours. However,
now on venerianskomu evening, and start is necessary to time for night time, but I do not think, that darkness has prevented
us more than stirs now a fog.
Let's have a snack...
- ... Than god has sent, - Krutikov has sighed.
- ... Also we undertake "Boy". Questions are? The meeting has terminated. Bulls has noticed that all in eager rivalry tried to
feel the sympathy for Michael Antonovichu who had really very unfortunate kind. Jurkovsky has with own hand poured to it
cocoa, Dauge continually gathered from it invisible fuzzes, Spitsyn has opened for it to bank of fat-free sausage.
- By the way, - has told Jurkovsky, having thrust a plug in a cold boiled hen, - it is very successful that from a dome of
"Hiusa" to a bog surface of all some metres. We should not potter with block system in which I, frankly speaking so line and
has not understood.
- Trifles, - Dauge has declared, is at all so difficult, and to you the case will still be presented to understand it, Vladimir when
we will wear out "Boy" back. And now, certainly, our happiness...
How, Alexey? - In no time, - has mumbled Bulls with a filled mouth.
Really, "Boy" has been lowered "in no time". A forward wall of the container have removed, and Bulls has very important
asked companions to return in kessonnuju the chamber.
- So will be... khm... More safely, - evasively he also has vaguely told.
With astonishment exchanging smiles, mezhplanetniki obeyed. Bulls has battened down hatches of the cross-country
vehicle, villages in front of the panel and has put fingers on keys. "Boy" has grumbled, has quietly clanked with caterpillars.
"And now... - has thought Bulls, - now we will surprise them". The engine has deafeningly howled, and "Boy" has jumped.
mezhplanetniki have seen, how the wide dark weight with a rumble and a metal clang has flashed and has plunged into a
fog. "Hius" has shaken, as if a boat on waves. The bog has trembled from heavy blow. Gnashing caterpillars on fragments of
an "asphalt" crust, the conveyor has got out of bog, with unexpected ease not that has floated, not that has swept,
scattering round itself silt fountains, has described a short circle and gauging under the target hatch of a starprobe vehicle.
Bright this world of a projector has lighted up curling clouds of evaporations.