Speed, - has croaked Bulls.
What means - I can not? - Has begun to squeal Jurkovsky. It was audible, as he pants.
Leave, leave, it is not necessary here... - Michael Antonovich muttered. - leaves Nothing... It is not necessary, it is not
necessary...
And so in what business, - has told Jurkovsky. - That you were silent? Well, it of anything. We now... Now... Ek you has
managed...
Speed, speed... - growled Bulls.
Captain Korf, having warped the freckled person, has hung over command keys. The overload accrued.
Now, Mishenka, now... - vigorously spoke Jurkovsky. - Here so...
Eh, a breakage to me...
Late, - Michael Antonovich has unexpectedly easy told.
In the come silence it was audible, as they it is heavy, with rattle, breathe.
Yes, - has told Jurkovsky. - Late.
Leave, - Michael Antonovich has told.
Anything, - has told Jurkovsky, is quickly.
The dry snicker was distributed.
We at all will not notice. Close eyes, Misha.
And after short silence someone - it is not clear, who, - has silently and plaintively called: - Alesha... Alexey...
Bulls silently has flung away captain Korfa as a kitten, and has stuck fingers into keys. The tanker has jerked. Pressed into
an armchair a terrible overload, Zhilin has had time to think only: "the Forcing!" For a second he has fainted. Then through
noise in ears it uslyhal the short broken shout as from a severe pain, and through the red veil dimming eyes, has seen how
the arrow of an autodirection finder has trembled and rasslablenno has begun to rock here and there.
Misha! - has cried Bulls. - children! It has fallen a head to the panel and is loud, has ineptly begun to cry...
JUre it was bad. It toshnilo, the head strongly was ill. He was tormented by any strange double delirium. It lay on the cot in a
close, dark cabin of "Tahmasiba", and at the same time it was its light big room of the house on the Earth. Mum entered into
a room, put a cold pleasant hand to it on a cheek and spoke Zhilin's voice: "Is not present, still sleeps". JUre it would be
desirable to tell that he does not sleep, but for some reason it was impossible to do it. Any people familiar and unfamiliar,
passed by, and one of them - in a white dressing gown - has bent down and has very strongly struck Juru on the sick broken
head, and now Michael Antonovich has plaintively told: "Alesha... Alexey...", And Bulls terrible, pale as the dead person, has
seized for the panel, and Juru has thrown along a corridor a head on sharp and firm. Sad music to tears played, and
someone's voice spoke:" ... At research of the Ring of Saturn the general inspector of the international management of
space messages Vladimir Sergeevich Jurkovsky and the oldest navigator-cosmonaut Michael Antonovich Krutikov were
lost... "And Jura cried, as adult people when something will dream them sad cry in the sleep even...