- Here so. Thankful in advance to you, Mr. Lu. Now one more request. On the Earth when you will return... Will return... - the
pause has followed, Lloyd's frequent sobbing breath was heard. - forgive, Mr. Lu... When you will return, you, possibly, my
wife, Mrs. Lloyd will visit... And the son. Send them my last regards... Also tell that I was on a post up to the end. You hear
me, Mr. Lu? - I hear you, the professor.
- Here all... Farewell, Mr. Lu! Farewell all who listens to me! I wish all good luck and udach! - Farewell, the professor. I admire
your courage.
- It is not necessary such words... Mr. Lu! - I Listen to you.
- The direction finder will work without interruption.
- You will find hatches opened.
- Well, the professor.
- Here, apparently, all. Uans mo, a buzzing baj! There has come silence.
- We... Would not be in time in any way? - Has asked Bulls, hardly moving the stiffened lips.
Nobody has answered. Silently they have gone down in a wardroom, silently settle on corners, trying not to look against each
other. Soon them have joined Ermakov with Krutikov. Bulls hardly understood that becomes around. Its thoughts have been
chained to a picture obligingly drawn by imagination: rattling and choking, the grey-haired person creeps on a corridor,
opening one for another massive steel doors. Before last door - the external hatch - he stops, looks back back the grown
turbid eyes. In the distant end of a corridor the table edge on which the crocodile leather portfolio gleams under a lamp is
visible. The person spends on a forehead a shivering hand and last time deeply inhales rarefied air.
- Alexey Petrovich! Bulls has shuddered and has looked back. Ermakov ozabochenno has bent over nim: - Go in the cabin
and try to fall asleep.
- Go, Alexey, go. On you persons are not present, - Dauge has told.
Bulls has obediently risen and left. Passing by a gangway conducting in cabin, it uslyhal, as Bogdan monotonously povtorjal:
- Ve-sixteen, Ve-sixteen, I of "Hius". Ve-sixteen, I "Hius". I give adjustment...