No, they do not hear us, - he has told to someone.
Misha, - has hoarsely whispered Jurkovsky. - I will not forgive to you never in a life, Misha... I will forget that you were my
friend, Misha... I will forget that we were together on Golconda... Misha, same sense of my life, understand... I waited for it all
life... I trusted in it... It, Newcomers, Misha... - Michael Antonovich has faced it and has blinked: he has not learnt Jurkovsky.
- Misha, the dust approaches... Deduce under a dust, Misha, I ask, I beg... We quickly, we only will put a radio beacon and
at once we will return. Same it is absolutely simple and it is harmless, and nobody learns...
Well here, what you with it will do? - Has exclaimed Bulls.
They have found something, - Zhilin's voice has told.
It is impossible after all. Do not ask. It is impossible. After all I promised. He will become crazy from anxiety. Do not ask...
The grey veil of a dust has approached closely.
Start up, - has told Jurkovsky. - I will move.
It began tear out silently Michael Antonovicha from an armchair. It was so wildly and terribly that Michael Antonovich was
absolutely lost.
Well, well, - zabormotal it. - well, all right... Well, wait... - He all could not learn the person Jurkovsky in any way, it was similar
to a terrible dream.
Michael Antonovich! - Zhilin has called.
I, - have poorly told Michael Antonovich, and Jurkovsky have very much struck on rychazhku an armour fist. The metal
glove cut off rychazhok as if the razor.
Downwards! - has begun to roar Jurkovsky.
Michael Antonovich, having terrified, has thrown kosmoskaf in dvadtsatikilometrovuju a precipice. He all shuddered with pity
and terrible presentiments. There has passed minute, another...
The Jurkovsky has told a clear voice: - Misha, Misha, I understand...
Porous boulders on the screen grew, slowly turned.
Jurkovsky habitual movement has pulled over a head a transparent cap of a survival suit.
Misha, Misha, I understand, - Zhilin has heard a voice Jurkovsky.
Bulls, having stooped, sat before a portable radio set, both hands having seized a rack of a useless microphone. He could
listen only, and try to understand that occurs, both to wait, and to hope. Will return - I will beat in blood, he thought.