Dauge has quietly told: - And I after all and have not embraced them, Alesha... You has embraced, Vanju has embraced,
and them has not embraced...
Bulls has kept silent, and they have entered into a lobby. Zhilin has walked upstairs and has suddenly seen in a shade
behind a column any woman who looked at it. She has turned away at once, but he has had time to notice her face under a
fur hat - once, probably, very beautiful, and now old, grown fat, almost ugly. Where I it saw? - Zhilin has thought. I after all it
many times somewhere saw. Or it is similar to someone? It has pushed a door and has entered into a lobby. Means, now
Transpluton, it a Cerberus. Far-far. From all far. From the Earth far, from people far, from the main thing the far. Again a steel
box, again the strangers who have iced over, such not main rocks. The main thing remains on the Earth. As always,
however. But after all so it is impossible, dishonestly. It is time to dare, Ivan Zhilin, is time! Certainly, some will tell - regretfully
or derisively: "Nerves have not sustained. Happens". Alexey Petrovich can so to think. Zhilin even has stopped. Yes, he
and will think:" Nerves have not sustained. And after all the strong guy was ". And after all it is healthy! At least to it not so it
will be insulting that I throw it now when it remains one... Certainly, it will be easier to it to think that at me nerves have not
sustained, than to see that I in what do not put all these transplutony. It after all is obstinate and very firm in the belief... And
errors. Steadfast errors...
The main thing - on the Earth. The main thing always remains on the Earth, and I will remain on the Earth. It is solved, he has
thought. It is solved. The main thing - on the Earth.
When the assistant has returned, the dispatcher still faced to the screen, having bent a head, having thrust hands in
pockets almost on an elbow. In the heart of the screen lined by a co-ordinate grid, the bright white point slowly crept.
Where it now? - The assistant has asked.