Bulls all was silent, and then Michael Antonovich has looked at a portable radio set. Reception has been switched off.
Ah-jaj-jaj-jaj! - Michael Antonovich has cried. - As it I... The Elbow, probably? It has included reception.
... hail, back! Michael, back! Michael, back!. - Monotonously repeated Bulls.
I hear, I hear, Aleshenka! Here I unintentionally have switched off reception.
Immediately come back back, - has told Bulls.
Now, now, Aleshenka! - Michael Antonovich has told. - We already all have terminated and everything is all right... - he has
become silent. The oblong black fragment gradually departured, opening again group of white stones. The silvery spider has
again flashed on the Sun.
What at you there occurs? - Has asked Bulls. - you can explain plainly to me or not? Jurkovsky, having pushed away
Michael Antonovicha, has bent down to a microphone.
Alexey! - he has shouted. - you remember a fairy tale about huge fluctuation? It seems, to us one chance of billion has
dropped out! - what chance? - We, apparently, have found...
Look, look, Volodenka! - Michael Antonovich has murmured, with horror looking at the screen. The weight of a dense grey
dust approached sideways, and over it tens brilliant angular blocks floated obliquely. Jurkovsky even has moaned: now will
cloud, will close, will crumple and will drag off goodness knows where and these strange white stones and this silvery spider,
and anybody never learns that it was...
Downwards! - it has shouted. - Michael, downwards!.
Kosmoskaf has moved.
Back! - has shouted Bulls. - Michael, I order: back! Jurkovsky has given a hand and has switched off reception.
Downwards, Misha, downwards... Only downwards... And somewhat quicker.
That you, Volodenka! It is impossible - the order! That you! - Michael Antonovich has turned to a portable radio set.
Jurkovsky has caught it for a hand.
Look at the screen, Michael, - has told it. - in twenty minutes will be late... - Michael Antonovich silently it was torn to a
portable radio set. - Michael, not be the fool... To us one chance of billion has dropped out... To us never will forgive... Yes
understand you, the old fool! Michael Antonovich has reached a portable radio set and has included reception. They uslyhali
as pants Bulls.