Two-headed Jul has looked at Vanju, and suddenly the melancholy and fury have captured it.
"Well, I on torments will not give Vanku to them! - with fierce rage he has thought. - as there affairs will go, and their hundred
I will lay down also hundred first before they will reach Vanki..." Vanja stood ashore and sang вполголоса:ПочетнаИ
zavidna our role, Yes our role, yes our role! Not mozhetbez security guards the king! We should save majesty...
Hour has punched.
The wide crimson shade has fallen from the dark blue sky on northern coast of the Black Rock invisible and an inaudible
whirlwind has picked up our three heroes and has thrown in a chasm together with shreds of salty ocean foam, an armful of
the dried up seaweed and ten the cobble-stones giving by a black oil stench...
Yes, has punched 13th hour.
In a hall on the sixteenth floor of the Palace of Council all one and a half thousand screens nejtrinnyh television receivers
have gone out.
Thin ring signals from gravitational direction finders have sounded on panels, and in the three-dimensional scheme of
vicinities of the Black Rock there was a red ball - a projection of a five-measured mouth of "funnel", or "hole", perhaps,
opened in our space.
Screens were again lighted, but any more there were no three figures on stony coast of island, them as if a cow language
sliznula. But has come up because of horizon and the grey weight dimly gleaming on the sun has promptly rushed on
spectators.
- "George Grechko" has gone! - someone has whispered.
Yes, it was interspatial kosmohod "George Grechko", a hundred-metre iron, oshchetinennyj gravitonnymi punches, with a
roundish cover of a bioparalyzer on a forage. In the three-dimensional scheme it has arisen in the form of a gold asterisk
which has directed to a red ball and there and then with it has merged, and on screens it a second later already with soft
flash has disappeared against the dark blue sky - has jumped out of our space in not in time still to be tightened a tunnel of a
weak point from "funnel" between spaces.
- Twenty one second, - the robot-operator has passionlessly reported.
It meant that "Grechko" has squeezed into interspatial transition in twenty one second after "funnel" closing.
Have again gone out and were now lighted nejtrinnye screens, but anybody already did not look at them. All have stared at
the screen temporalnogo the indicator. That it will show, much depended.
And here there was a number: 0.0002.
On a hall the long sigh was carried by. Someone in a whisper has sworn. Athos death grip has seized a hand of Aramisa.
- Ah-jaj-jaj, as nasty! - the chairman of the Commission on emergencies has spoken.