JUra has poorly smiled.
Ti-la-la-la i-a! - captain Korf sang behind, combing red whiskers.
Volodenka, move a little bit, - Michael Antonovich has told. - And that I directly rest an
elbow against you. If suddenly it is necessary to do, say, a bend...
All right, all right, - has told Jurkovsky. - Only I, actually, have. Surprisingly closely here. Who built these... e-e... Devices...
And here so... Both will suffice, and will suffice, Volodenka...
In kosmoskafe it was very close. The small round rocket has been calculated only on one person, but usually into it got on
two.
Besides, on safety rules at works on the Ring the crew had to be in survival suits with the cast away cap. Together,
moreover in survival suits, moreover with the caps hanging behind the back, in kosmoskafe was not to turn. Michael
Antonovichu managed a convenient armchair of the driver with wide soft belts, and he very much worried that friend
Volodenke should writhe somewhere in between a cover of a regenerator and the bomb-release gear panel.
Jurkovsky, pressing the person to naramniku binoktara, from time to time clicked a camera shutter.
Slightly brake, Misha, - it sentenced. - so...
Stop... Faugh you, to what at them here all are inconveniently arranged...
Michael Antonovich, with pleasure shaking a steering wheel, looked, without coming off, on the teleprojector screen.
Kosmoskaf slowly floated in twenty five kilometres from an average plane of the Ring. Ahead the giant mutno-yellow hump
piled up watery Saturn. More low, to the right and to the left, on all screen the flat sparkling field lasted. In the distance it was
clouded greenish dymkoj, and it seemed that a huge planet rassechena half-and-half. And under kosmoskafom crawled
stone kroshevo. Iridescent scatterings of angular fragments, small rubble, a brilliant sparkling dust. Sometimes in it krosheve
there were strange rotary motions and then Jurkovsky spoke: "Brake, Michael... Here so..." - And some times clicked a
shutter. These uncertain and not clear movements drew especial attention Jurkovsky. The ring was not a handful of the
stones thrown in dead inert movement round Saturn; it led the strange, incomprehensible life, and still it was necessary to
understand laws of this life.