- And as... There? - In thickets? - Bulls has risen. - I do not doubt, very interestingly.
To tell about it it is senseless. Through... - he has looked at hours, - in fourteen hours we will move, will see.
- They have worked some hours successively. Loading of "Boy" basically has been finished.
Bulls and Ermakov last time have examined the conveyor from periscopes to caterpillars, have rummaged in a machine
compartment, have tested durability of fastenings of the cargoes which have filled almost all space in passenger branch, and
have got out outside. All already waited for them, and damp siliketovaja the fabric of suits gleamed in a projector beam.
Bulls has densely battened down hatches. Ermakov was late at radio.
- How there, Aleha? - Dauge has enquired. - soon again we will go? - Now. The commander already finishes.
- Ie-he-he! - Bogdan has yawned, is sweet was pulled. - it will be good to take a nap now... I Have got tired something,
friends...
- At first we will have supper, - Michael Antonovich has hasty told. - I Do the demand for a ham slice... At me since yesterday
in buffet lies.
- The demand is not accepted! - Dauge has terribly rested hands against sides. - and in general, notice: the one who
raschityvaet on this ham, risks to remain with good appetite as Frenchmen speak.
- Fi, - has indignantly said Jurkovsky. - all poetry is killed. Such wonderful night, and they - about a ham.
Bulls has involuntarily looked back in a velvet impenetrable gloom, has listened to the terrible sounds reaching from a bog.
- Sp'gavedlivo, sp'gavedlivo! - grassiruja, has picked up Dauge. Is so k'gasivo - a fog, and it is visible nothing. Ah, Misha,
Misha! - Well with it to speak, - it is lazy Spitsyn, - if it has added...
ie-ho-ho... Curvilinear integral on a simple contour cannot take...
Michael Antonovich has risen. Damp siliketovaja the suit fabric has got to a beam of a projector and has again disappeared
in the dark.
- Ham... - it has begun solemnly.
- Krutikov! - has terribly shouted Jurkovsky. - As you dare? Immediately leave for brackets and think again! Listening to jokes
of companions of Bulls smiled, testing that warm joyful feeling which has arisen at it at the first acquaintance. My God, as for
a long time it was! He has again looked back on a bog and poezhilsja. All ahead, all ahead!.