JUra tensely thought, to what it to cling. It very much would like to support the reputation.
Here I and read earlier your manuscript, Michael Antonovich, - has told it at last. - Now I will not concern the literary party of
business. But why they at you all such dear and the splendiferous? No, they it is valid, probably, good people, but at you they
absolutely cannot be distinguished from each other.
That is true, is true, - Zhilin has told. - whom, and Warsaw I will distinguish the captain from everybody. How it it is
expressed? "Dinosaurs, scoundrels, parasites unfortunate".
No, excuse, Vanyusha, - with advantage has told Michael Antonovich, - he similar did not tell anything to me. The most polite
and most cultural person.
Tell, Michael Antonovich, - has told Zhilin, - and what will be written about me? Michael Antonovich has become puzzled.
Zhilin has turned away from devices and with interest at it looked.
I, Vanyusha, did not gather... - Michael Antonovich has suddenly quickened. - and after all it is thought, boys! However, I will
write the head. It will be the final chapter. I it and will name: "My last flight". No, "mine" it is somehow immodest. Simply: "Last
flight". And there I will write, how we now all fly together, both Alesha, and Volodja, and you, boys. Yes, it is good idea - "Last
flight".
And Michael Antonovich has again addressed to memoirs.
Successfully having finished the next adjustment not duplicated fazotsiklera, Zhilin has invited Juru to go down in machine
bowels of the ship - to the photoreactor basis. At the photoreactor basis it has appeared coldly and uncomfortably. Zhilin
slowly was accepted to everyday "check-ap". JUra slowly followed it, having thrust hands deeply in pockets, trying not to
concern the surfaces covered with hoarfrost.
Fine it all the same, - he has told with envy.
What exactly? - Zhilin has asked.
It with a ring threw back and again slammed any covers, removed translucent zaslonki behind which kabalisticheski the
mess of printed circuits flickered, included small screens on which immediately there were the bright points of impulses
jumping on a co-ordinate grid, started strong dexterous fingers in something unimaginably difficult, multi-colour, flashing, and it
did all it carelessly, easily, without reflecting and before is fine and is tasty that Jure wanted to replace now a speciality and
here as easy to rule over a huge organism of a photon miracle amazing imagination.