Perhaps, to me here two words all the same will allow to tell? - Has asked Jurkovsky in space.
Certainly, speak, - Kostja has told. - At you even the whole ninety seconds.
I wanted... e-e... To get on one of kosmoskafov, - has told Jurkovsky.
Ogo! - Kostja has told. - Is better you would want a wheel from a trolley bus.
And it is even better, if you have wanted to twist verner number four. On kosmoskafy it is impossible even for me. There all is
occupied, as at a concert of Bljumberga. And diligently turning verner, you increase accuracy of experiment on one and a
half percent.
The Jurkovsky has majestic shrugged shoulders.
N-well, well, - he has told. - I see, it is necessary to me... And why...
e-e... At you it is not automated? Kostja already inserted into an ear a brilliant ball. Lanky Ezra has hooted, as in a flank: - the
Equipment. Rubbish. Has become outdated.
It has included the big screen and has beckoned to itself Juru a finger. JUra has approached to the screen and has looked
back on Jurkovsky. Jurkovsky, mournfully having warped eyebrows, kept for verner and looked at the screen before which
there was Jura. JUra too began to look at the screen. On the screen the bright roundish stains similar not those on blots, not
that on a burdock were shone some. Ezra has stuck into one of stains with a bony finger.
Kosmoskaf, - he has told.
Kostja has again started to order: - Observers, you do not sleep yet? What there at you lasts? Ah, time? Burn down from
shame, Sasha, after all remains only three minutes. A trough? Ah, a photon trough? It to us there has arrived the general
inspector. Attention, I became serious. Remains thirty... Twenty nine... Twenty eight...
Twenty seven...
Ezra has pointed a finger at the screen centre.
Here, - he has told.
JUra has stared in the centre. There was nothing.
... Fifteen... Fourteen... Vladimir Sergeevich, hold an axis...
Ten... Nine...
JUra was all eyes. Ezra too a spit verner, should be, too held any axis.
... Three... Two... One... The Zero! In the screen centre the bright white point has flashed. Then the screen has become
white, then dazzling and black. Somewhere over a ceiling stridently and shortly provereshchali calls. Red sparks on the
panel near the screen have flashed and have gone out. And again on the screen there were the roundish stains similar to a
burdock.