Bulls does not maintain, looks back. In pale rough light of the screen person Dauge seems black. It sits, having crossed feet,
having turned to a portable radio set, eyes are closed pensively. In a voice such calmness, such conviction that Bulls
shudders: it seems to it that at a portable radio set, slightly rocking, as usual, on a chair, Bogdan - a dark silhouette against
devices gleaming by metal sits.
- I will be flown up a little and I will ask for leave again here. Space paleontology! A new remarkable science! It is a pity, I not
the expert, but this business reparable as I possess some knowledge... And? Certainly, it is possible and so, but it of time will
select much. I am better during holiday I will be engaged... Certainly! Besides notice, experts on venerianskoj paleontology...
Yes-yes-yes-yes! Dauge hushfully laughs. Bulls has a snack gubu: - Listen... Silence! People sleep. Bogdan... That is... It...
Grishka! It is not slept - be engaged in something.
- I obey, the driver! - Dauge ominous whisper informs the hidden interlocutor. - saw? Stro-about-gy!.
Has rustled - Dauge has settled again, has become silent. And again - motors rustle, sand under caterpillars squeaks, arise
and disappear silently on the screen of an outline of fragments of a stone...
"Boy" went not quickly. On the screen outlines of frequent rocks, stone chaos slid. Reflected lights of a far glow of Golconda
danced on the white cracked shoulders of huge boulders.
Even on such road the driver of "Boy" could develop twice a great speed, but each time when the conveyor stirred up on
the next rut, Jurkovsky in the dark cabins loudly groaned, without waking up, and the driver gritted a teeth as if at it the body
covered with abscesses painfully burnt.
Through equal noise of the engine the muffled wheezing of the receiver broke; the commander did not switch off it now for a
minute. Behind a folding little table it rustled with papers. Pushes should disturb strongly to it, but he was silent.
As all it is strange, is not similar to that picture which so often imagined Bulls! Investigation is finished, is constructed
raketodrom, on the cleared away plain "Hius", the magnificent, remarkable meeting, cosy cabins, kind, nice Michael
Antonovich and - at last solemnly falls! - home... And instead: strange flashes in the south, mad race on the pitted earth and
strange cold, intense person of the commander.