Bulls did not remember also how between its knees there was clamped an easy cylinder with the activated ozone... How and
when happens that Jurkovsky has hung in the armchair with the person who has been filled in with blood... Then Michael
Antonovich shook it, Bykova, for a shoulder and shouted something in an ear... All it flashed in its brain through a flavovirent
fog, between faints and nausea attacks. The ceiling appeared somewhere sideways, then immediately moved into place,
failed and again with uncontrollable force pressed on feet a floor. For minutes there came calm; then Bulls threw back a
head, was spacing out and often and deeply breathed. But planetolet suddenly threw, and all began at first. And thus - the
silence which has replaced deafening roar.
Only quiet rumble of reactors which were not muffling groans reached...
Jokes! Yes, experienced interplanetary wolves found forces to joke. But Bulls has not remembered any joke. It has been
entirely absorbed by the sensations following from confidence that already following push definitively vyshibet from it spirit.
From time to time he recollected pilots in cabin of management and represented them to itself crippled, devices into
smithereens broken, and planetolet - falling with huge height on sharp abrupt rocks. Possibly, "Hius" which have sharply
reduced speed, has got to the powerful atmospheric stream which was carrying away it aside from the purpose, and
Ermakovu with Spitsyn had to apply all forces to hold it on set radiopelengah. As Spitsyn then spoke, never in a life it was
necessary to it to put the ships in such awful conditions.
Also there has suddenly come rest. The full and doubtless rest which is not broken neither the slightest vibration, nor a
uniform sound. It has fallen upon the grown dull people, as a thunderclap. Bykovu it seemed that has stopped it is a high
time. Before its eyes multi-coloured stains still floated, on a body streams of sweat crept, hands and feet shivered. Then
strange apathy has seized it, mortally it wanted to extend feet and to sleep, sleep, sleep... Through the lowered eyelashes he
has seen, how has begun to move and has risen Jurkovsky, has made some uncertain steps, has spent a palm on the
person and has bewildered looked at the fingers soiled by blood.