FICTION
Continued. Start see # 16, 17, 18, 19, 20.
2. Planetary Blame silent
A RADIOOPTIK SINGS SONG ABOUT swallows
When "Tahmasib" stopped tumbling, Dauge unhooked from
breech and dragged the unconscious body from the Yurkovsky
fragments of the apparatus. He had not had time to notice that
broken and that survived, said only that broken lot. Rack with
ferrule twisted and tumbled holder on the dashboard
radio telescope. In Observatornaya compartment was hot and
smelled strongly of burnt.
Dauge got off relatively easy. He immediately dead
grip grabbed the breech, and he only made the blood
under the nails and strong headaches. Yurkovski was pale, and
ever He had purple. Dauge blew in his face, shook his shoulders,
patted him on the cheek. His head dangled helplessly Yurkovsky
and himself he would not come. Then Dauge dragged him to a
medical compartment. The corridor was terribly cold on the
walls sparkled rime. Dauge Yurkovsky laid his head on her
knees, scraped from the wall a little bit of frost and apply a
cold wet fingers to his temples. At this point, it found an
overload - when the Bulls started retard "Tahmasib. Then Dauge
lay on his back, but he felt so bad that he turned on his
stomach and was led by a person frosted floor. When the
overload is over, Dauge lay a little more, then got up and took
Yurkovsky under the arms, walking backwards, dragged on. But he
immediately realized that until he sickbay do not get so
dragged Yurkovsky the wardroom, hoisted him onto the couch and
sat next to wheezing and puffing. Yurkovski terribly hoarse.
After a rest, Dauge got up and went to the cupboard. He took
the decanter water and started drinking straight from the
bottle. Water ran down the chin, throat, flowed over the
collar, and it was very nice. He returned to Yurkovsky and
sprinkled from a decanter on his face. Then he put the jug on
the floor and unbuttoned Yurkovski jacket. He saw the strange
branching pattern on the skin, running across the chest from
shoulder to shoulder. Figure was similar to the silhouette some
strange algae - a dark purple to dark skin. Some time Dauge
blankly stared at the strange picture, and then suddenly
realized that this is a consequence of a strong electric shock.
Apparently, Yurkovski fell on bare contacts under high voltage.
All instrumentation planetologists worked under high voltage.
Dauge ran into the medical bay.
He made four injections, and only then Yurkovski discovered
Finally, the eyes. His eyes were dull and looked pretty
pointless, but Dauge was very happy.
- Phew, damn, Vladimir - he said with relief - I do
thought it very bad. Well as you can stand?
Yurkovski moved his lips, opened his mouth and wheezing. His
eyes become a meaningful expression, his eyebrows moved.
- Well, well, lie - said Dauge. - Do you need a little
lie.
He looked around and saw the door of Charles Mollard.
Mollard stood holding on to the jamb, and swayed slightly. His
face was red, swollen, and he was all wet and cover up some
white icicles. Dauge even thought of it is steam.
Mollard was silent a few minutes, turning a sad glance from
Dauge at Yurkovski and puzzled planetary scientists looked at
him. Yurkovski stopped wheezing. Then Mollard strongly swayed
forward, stepped over the coaming, and quickly shuffling your
feet, get close to the nearest chair. He was wet and miserable
looking, and when He sat down, the cabin was a wave of
delicious smell of cooked meat. Dauge poked his nose.
- It's the soup? - He asked.
- Oui, monsieur, - sadly said Mollard. - Vermishell.
- And the soup? - Asked Dauge. - Good-o?
- Good-o, - said Mollard and began to collect themselves of
vermicelli.
- I love soup - said Dauge. - And always interested in
As.
Mollard sighed and smiled.
- No more soup - he said. - This bil is very hot soup.
But this Bill does not kipyatok.
- Oh, my God! - Said Dauge and still laugh.
Mollard laughed too.
- Yes! - He shouted. - This is Bill's very funny, but very
uncomfortable, and the soup was gone the whole.
Yurkovski wheezing. His face contorted and flushed.
Dauge anxiously turned to him.
- Waldemar much hurt? - Said Mollard. Stretching his neck, he
with cautious curiosity looked at Yurkovski.
- Woldemar electric shock - said Dauge. He is no longer
smiling.
- But what happened? - Said Mollard. - Beat so uncomfortable
...
Yurkovski stopped wheezing and sat down, scary rock was
dig into the breast pocket of the jacket.
- What happened to you, Volodya? - Distractedly asked Dauge.
- Waldemar can not speak - quietly said Mollard.
Yurkovski quickly nodded and pulled out a pen and notebook
and began to write, jerking his head.
- You take it easy, Vladimir, - muttered Dauge. - This
immediately pass.
- It will pass - confirmed Mollard. - Come with me, too,
beat well. Bill is very high current, and then everything went.
Yurkovski gave the notebook Dauge, lay down again and closed
his eyes.
- "I can not talk," - hard to make out Dauge. - You do not
worry, Volodya, it will pass.
Yurkovski impatient jerk.
- So. Now. "As Alex and the pilots and how the ship?" Do not
know perplexed said Dauge and looked at the hatch in the
wheelhouse. - Fu, hell, I everything forgotten.
Yurkovski shook his head and looked back at the hatch in the
wheelhouse.
- I know - said Mollard. - I'm going to learn.
He rose from his chair, but the door was flung open, and the
wardroom stepped captain Bulls, huge, disheveled, with
abnormally purple nose and a blue-black bruise over the right
eyebrow. He looked at all ferocious little eyes, approached the
table, stared at the table with his fist and said:
- Why did not the passengers in shock absorbers?
This was said quietly, but so that Charles Mollard stopped
joyful smile. There was a short heavy silence, and Dauge
awkward, crooked smile and looked away, and
Yurkovski again closed his eyes. A case-it does not matter "-
thought Yurkovski. He knew Bykov.
- When the ship is discipline? - Bykov said.
The passengers were silent.
- Boys - Bykov said with disgust and sat down. - Bedlam.
What happened to you, Monsieur Mollard? - He asked wearily.
- It's soup - willingly said Mollard. - I immediately
I'll go clean up.
- Wait, M. Mollard, - said Bykov.
- KX ... De we? - Croaked Yurkovski.
- Falls down - briefly said Bykov.
Yurkovski shuddered and rose.
- KX ... succeeded? - He asked. He has been waiting for
this, but still started.
- At Jupiter, - said Bykov. He did not look at
planetologists. He looked at Mollard. He was very sorry
Mollard. Mollard was his first true space flight, and waited
for his very Amalthea. Mollard was a remarkable radiooptikom.
- Oh, - said Mollard - in Jupiter?
- Yes. - Bulls fell silent, feeling a bruise on his
forehead. - Reflector defeated. Control of the reflector is
broken. In the ship eighteen holes.
- Burning shall we do? - Quickly asked Dauge.
- Do not know yet. Michael said. Maybe not burn.
He paused. Mollard said:
- I'll clean up.
- Wait, Charles, - said Bykov. - "Comrades, you are well
understood what I said? We fall into Jupiter.
- Got it - said Dauge.
- Now we're going to fall into Jupiter all our lives - said
Mollard.
Bulls sidelong look at him, not looking up.
- X-good ska azano - said Yurkovski.
- C'est le mot
