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.Winter finally came to Khokai-Rokh.Heavy sticky snow fell and melted.And fell again and melted again.The hot livingearth battled with the cold sky, and oily rivers poured from theWORLD SOUL 157battlefield and a blue thick fog rose into the air."It's like pea soup," Karabichev said to his companions, as his greedy eyes tried to break through the fog thatenveloped the valley.His companions said nothing.The pale, serious men, women, and teenagers who filled the heavy long-distanceaerobus were lost in themselves and their tense anticipation."Visibility is zero," said the driver."We're landing blind."They landed safely not far from the station.The silent building stared at them gloomily with its blind, darkenedwindows."You can't see the biotosis!" someone said."The fog is too thick.Well, let's go," Karabichev said. They picked up their bags and splashed through the mud to the station.A woman stopped and pointed."Look, look!"She was pointing at a fresh mound of dirt.Dark streams of water poured along its muddy sides.There was a pole witha sign nailed to it clumsily stuck at the top."It's a grave.a fresh one."Karabichev bent closer."I can't make it out.The ink is blurred.'Here lies./ No, can't tell.All right, let's go, we'll find out later."It was empty and cold in the station yard.The doors of the house were ajar.Pieces of board and wire were scattered onthe front steps.There was a strange contraption in a corner of the yard.It looked like a large radio telescope.The snowhad wet the latticed reflector, which was approximately five feet in diameter, and it sparkled with a thousand red beadsarranged in a spiral."Why, those are ruby crystals! That's interesting.Why is the thing here?""And it's been worked on recently.Look, Andrei, the contacts have been cleaned," an elderly man said, pointing outthe cable attached to the switchboard."Yes, and this wire will lead us to them."They entered the house Indian-file.They were greeted by silence, empty rooms, dusty equipment, mildewed walls, andclutter."Hear that?" Karabichev stopped, raising his hand.They alli 85Emtsev and Parnovfroze.There was a faraway hammering."Tap-tap-tap-tap.""Movement!" Karabichev strode forward confidently.There was a light on in one of the rooms on the second floor.Karabichev pulled on the door.It squeakedand opened.There were no windows in the room.The walls and ceiling were covered by long rows of wires twisted intospirals, with tiny ruby crystals swaying on them.Various sprockets and electronic parts were strewn aroundthe room.There were three beds along the walls, and a man was sleeping on one of them.His feet, in dirtynylon socks, stuck out over the edge.A desk was squeezed into a corner, and a man was writing at thedesk.The desk lamp projected his tousled hair onto the wall as a huge fluffy cloud.The man didn't hear thedoor squeak or Karabichev's heavy, careful breathing.His hand was racing along the yellow pages of alaboratory journal.Karabichev coughed.The man jumped up.He was a slight, unshaven, pale man in glasses.There washorror in his eyes."Oleg!" he called hoarsely.The sleeping man sat up."Who's this?" he asked, looking at Karabichev and his group in surprise."What do you want?" the man with glasses demanded.Karabichev took a step toward him."Forgive the intrusion, friends.We came without advance notice.But what can you do, we had to.Perhapswe should get acquainted first?" Oleg had been sleeping fully clothed.He got up, shoved his feet into his slippers, and said, "Why not, let'sget acquainted."The man who had been writing withdrew into the corner.His glasses flashed fearfully behind thepotentiometer."The atmosphere in here is completely different," Karabichev said, extending his hand to Oleg."It's easierto breathe in here, freer, I guess "Oleg sprang away from him."None of that! No shaking hands! Just tell me your name."Karabichev dropped his hand in embarrassment."Andrei Anatolyevich Karabichev," he said softly.The others had come into the room and were standing around him.There was a movement behind the equipment [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Winter finally came to Khokai-Rokh.Heavy sticky snow fell and melted.And fell again and melted again.The hot livingearth battled with the cold sky, and oily rivers poured from theWORLD SOUL 157battlefield and a blue thick fog rose into the air."It's like pea soup," Karabichev said to his companions, as his greedy eyes tried to break through the fog thatenveloped the valley.His companions said nothing.The pale, serious men, women, and teenagers who filled the heavy long-distanceaerobus were lost in themselves and their tense anticipation."Visibility is zero," said the driver."We're landing blind."They landed safely not far from the station.The silent building stared at them gloomily with its blind, darkenedwindows."You can't see the biotosis!" someone said."The fog is too thick.Well, let's go," Karabichev said. They picked up their bags and splashed through the mud to the station.A woman stopped and pointed."Look, look!"She was pointing at a fresh mound of dirt.Dark streams of water poured along its muddy sides.There was a pole witha sign nailed to it clumsily stuck at the top."It's a grave.a fresh one."Karabichev bent closer."I can't make it out.The ink is blurred.'Here lies./ No, can't tell.All right, let's go, we'll find out later."It was empty and cold in the station yard.The doors of the house were ajar.Pieces of board and wire were scattered onthe front steps.There was a strange contraption in a corner of the yard.It looked like a large radio telescope.The snowhad wet the latticed reflector, which was approximately five feet in diameter, and it sparkled with a thousand red beadsarranged in a spiral."Why, those are ruby crystals! That's interesting.Why is the thing here?""And it's been worked on recently.Look, Andrei, the contacts have been cleaned," an elderly man said, pointing outthe cable attached to the switchboard."Yes, and this wire will lead us to them."They entered the house Indian-file.They were greeted by silence, empty rooms, dusty equipment, mildewed walls, andclutter."Hear that?" Karabichev stopped, raising his hand.They alli 85Emtsev and Parnovfroze.There was a faraway hammering."Tap-tap-tap-tap.""Movement!" Karabichev strode forward confidently.There was a light on in one of the rooms on the second floor.Karabichev pulled on the door.It squeakedand opened.There were no windows in the room.The walls and ceiling were covered by long rows of wires twisted intospirals, with tiny ruby crystals swaying on them.Various sprockets and electronic parts were strewn aroundthe room.There were three beds along the walls, and a man was sleeping on one of them.His feet, in dirtynylon socks, stuck out over the edge.A desk was squeezed into a corner, and a man was writing at thedesk.The desk lamp projected his tousled hair onto the wall as a huge fluffy cloud.The man didn't hear thedoor squeak or Karabichev's heavy, careful breathing.His hand was racing along the yellow pages of alaboratory journal.Karabichev coughed.The man jumped up.He was a slight, unshaven, pale man in glasses.There washorror in his eyes."Oleg!" he called hoarsely.The sleeping man sat up."Who's this?" he asked, looking at Karabichev and his group in surprise."What do you want?" the man with glasses demanded.Karabichev took a step toward him."Forgive the intrusion, friends.We came without advance notice.But what can you do, we had to.Perhapswe should get acquainted first?" Oleg had been sleeping fully clothed.He got up, shoved his feet into his slippers, and said, "Why not, let'sget acquainted."The man who had been writing withdrew into the corner.His glasses flashed fearfully behind thepotentiometer."The atmosphere in here is completely different," Karabichev said, extending his hand to Oleg."It's easierto breathe in here, freer, I guess "Oleg sprang away from him."None of that! No shaking hands! Just tell me your name."Karabichev dropped his hand in embarrassment."Andrei Anatolyevich Karabichev," he said softly.The others had come into the room and were standing around him.There was a movement behind the equipment [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]