Fighting back tears, Michael Antonovich translated eyes from a convex cover of the cylinder on the person Jurkovsky,
black, as coal, and on person Bykova almost entirely closed by dark points-canned food.
- Do not cry, Michael, - has repeated Jurkovsky, - is better once again adjust to Golconda...
Alexey Petrovich Bykov has removed points when thin and persevering "that-ut, that-ut, that-ut" has filled cabin.
- Beacons, - he has whispered blinking. - our beacons!.
"That-ut, that-ut, that-ut..." - you Could, Michael to go on these pelengam? - Whispered Jurkovsky.
Sharp, exulting pride sparkled in its failed eyes.
- Well it is final... Well it is final! - the Thick navigator rubbed cheeks, and the tears, all same large and plentiful, drop on a
control panel. - yes not that that I am any beginner can!. Yes put on you points, Alexey! - a suffering voice he has cried
suddenly. - Again you wish to go blind?.
"That-ut, that-ut, that-ut", - rushed in space. Over deserts leaving in a chasm, bogs, over crimson clouds, over the broken
ships, over mutilated "Boy", over an unknown tomb of Bogdana, over eternally roaring muzzle of Golconda...
- To "Tsiolkovsky" remains one and a half thousand kilometres - Michael Antonovich has told and has got at last behind a
scarf.
- Do not dare to cry, Michael, - whispered Jurkovsky. - It's done...
We... Could not make... More... But the road is opened now. And we have returned. Bulls... I... And Grisha.
Bulls has again put on points.
"That-ut, that-ut, that-ut", - was sung by far beacons.
ЭПИЛОГ_Б y to about in at And l e to with e ju P e t r about in and ch at, to the winner terrestrial, venerianskih both other
and other deserts, to an ornament of a third year of the Higher school of Kosmogatsii from the unworthy planetologist In about
l about d to and JU r to about in with to about g о_ GREETINGS! Whether my brother seems to you, krasnolitsyj, what our
correspondence has a little convulsive character? For last two and a half a year (correct me if I am mistaken) it is sent by me
in yours address four letters, in reply to kakovye it is received all about one. And this last is written rather by sprawling
handwriting on half of leaf of a school writing-book.