Directly behind a fencing on thousand kilometres absolutely unfamiliar, another's world was stretched. And so it would be
desirable to spit all and to wander aimlessly through desert to search the present business... It is a shame, children. Same it is
ridiculous and it is a shame to sit on Mars and twenty four hours a day to see nothing, except blink-registrogramm and
penkovskoj a sad physiognomy...
Penkov has told softly: - And you spit, Serega. Also go to itself. Ask to builders. Or here to Felix. - it has turned to Felix. - take
it, and? Felix has shrugged shoulders.
Yes is not present, Penkov, druzhishche, will not help it. - Sergey, having pursed lips, pomotal a light forelock. - it is
necessary to be able something. And what I am able? To repair blinki...
To consider to two and to integrate by the small car. Krauler I am able to drive, and that is not professional... What I still am
able? - To ache you are able professionally, - Matti has told. To it it was awkward for the Ear ring before Felix.
I do not ache. I am angry. To what we are self-satisfied and samoogranicheny! And whence it undertakes? Why it is
considered what to find a place for an observatory more important, than to pass a planet on a meridian, from a pole to a
pole? Why it is more important to search for oil, than secrets? What to us - oil does not suffice? - That to you - secrets do not
suffice? - Matti has told. - would sit down and has solved the limited T-problem...
Yes I do not wish it to solve! It is boring to solve it, poor you my Matti! Boringly! I the healthy, strong guy, I nail a gnu fingers...
Why I should sit over pieces of paper? He has become silent. Silence was heavy, and Matti has thought that it would be
quite good to change a theme, but he did not know, how it to make.
Natasha has told: - I with the Ear ring generally do not agree, but it is true - we a little bit have too wallowed in
commonplaces. And such the disappointment sometimes takes... Well, let not we, let somebody all the same was engaged in
Mars as the new earth. All the same after all it not island, at all continent - terra inkognita, - same a planet! And we sit thirty
years here quietly and cowardly we press close to water and raketodromam. And it is not enough of us to the ridiculous. It,
the truth, annoyingly. Somebody sits there in the management, any ubelennyj the old man with the fighting past and
grumbles: "Early, early".