Michael Antonovich has lowered speed.
No so it will not turn out, - has told Jurkovsky. - Misha, look, a black fragment you see? - He spoke very quickly and in a
whisper.
Directly at the rate on two degrees from it group of stones...
I see, - Michael Antonovich has told. - There something shines so beautifully.
Just about... Hold on this shine... Do not lose only... Or at me in eyes something such? Michael Antonovich has entered a
brilliant point in vizirnoe perekrestie and has given the maximum increase at a teleprojector. He has seen five roundish,
strange identical white stones, and between them - something shining, not clear, similar to a silvery shade of the spread wide
spider. As if stones dispersed, and the spider clung to them the placed naked paws.
As it is amusing! - Michael Antonovich has exclaimed.
Yes that there at you? - Has shouted Bulls.
pogodi, pogodi, Alexey, - has murmured Jurkovsky. - here it is necessary to decrease...
Begins, - has told Bulls. - Michael! On metre more low! Uneasy Michael Antonovich, that without noticing, already conducted
kosmoskaf downwards. It was so surprisingly and not clearly five identical white blocks and absolutely unusual outlines a
silvery shade between them.
Michael! - has bellowed Bulls and has become silent.
Michael Antonovich has come round and has sharply braked.
Well, what you? - Not the voice has cried Jurkovsky. - you Will miss! A long black fragment slowly, it is hardly appreciable for
an eye crawled over strange stones.
Aleshenka! - Michael Antonovich has called. - here really something very strange! I am possible still a little bit I will go down?
It is badly visible! Bulls was silent.
You will miss, you will miss, - growled Jurkovsky.
Aleshenka! - Michael Antonovich has desperately cried. - I will go down! On five kilometres, and? It convulsively compressed
steering wheel handles, trying not to let out a brilliant subject from perekrestija. The black fragment approached slowly and
inevitably. Bulls did not answer.
Yes go down, go down, - has told Jurkovsky unexpectedly easy.
Michael Antonovich in despair has looked at easy flickering screen of a meteoric locator and has moved kosmoskaf
downwards.
Aleshenka, - he muttered. - I slightly, only that from a kind not to miss. Around all is quiet, is empty.
Jurkovsky hasty clicked shutters of cameras. The black long fragment crawled, crawled and, at last, has approached,
having closed white stones and a brilliant spider between them.
Eh, - has told Jurkovsky. - With your Bykovym...
Michael Antonovich has braked.
Aleshenka! - he has called. - that's all.