It has shown a film immediately. It was pure. Neither hyphens, nor a speck. A sverhsvetosilnaja film for which there was
enough twice less light, than gave crimson vision... Michael Antonovich has fallen to an armchair and long sat, looking
directly before itself. Venus has gone over to the offensive on all front... Madness, it amazes with madness... At first Dauge,
now it, navigator Krutikov. I, navigator Michael Antonovich Krutikov, - the madman. He with curiosity has looked at itself
(himself) in a mirror, but has seen nothing, except the big matte sphere of a helmet. It is necessary to undress. It has hard
risen, has begun to unfasten a helmet, has then looked at a black box of a portable movie camera, took it in hands. The
objective has been closed by a lightproof safety cap. Michael Antonovich has dropped the device on a floor and has
laughed. It not the madman, he is a fool. It removed a mirage and has forgotten to open an objective. He is a fool.
Michael Antonovich has fallen to an armchair and long sat, looking directly before itself. The shrill ring has forced it to
shudder: friends! He has run to the transmitter, trampling on heavy soles on crackling remains of a portable movie camera.
The measured voice of Ermakova, as always, has forced it to be encouraged. It is better to keep silent about all these
excitements. The mirage mirazhem, but today after a dream it ailed. Goodness knows, what is illness... Perhaps all the same,
to warn Ermakova, to consult? But he has not consulted. Have started talking about Bogdane: again it cannot approach to
a portable radio set - what bad luck! However, soon end... The Plan of the further actions?.
Is better...
During this instant the floor underfoot the navigator has trembled and has left downwards, the thin whistling sound was
distributed. Michael Antonovich seems, has screamed, because Ermakov has asked it that he has told. In a loud-speaker
sirens have howled, has begun to wheeze, zatarahtelo... Michael Antonovich has tried to rise from an armchair, but the
second push it has knocked down. Falling, it has grasped radio set edge, has dragged it behind itself - something
zadrebezzhalo, overturning and breaking... Earthquake! The navigator has risen, has called in a microphone of Ermakova. In
the answer has begun to wheeze, zaurchalo, has raised a howl... Have trembled, walls have warped. Having waved hands,
the navigator has again plopped down on a floor, was passed, has not leant yet a back about cold metal of a control panel.
Sharp lingering whistle has passed in mighty bass buzz, has broken booming blow, and Michael Antonovich has again felt,
as the floor promptly leaves from under feet.