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– It's stuff. Rather, the planet is ore- bearing, or closer to earthly concepts, a space warehouse for raw materials from which the Coalition makes modules. This planet is the size is equal to the Earth and everything consists of pieces of ore, – Elena looked at the lifeless desert of stones, and her thoughts were far away on that Earth, where death destroyed everything. Is the Cosmic Mind really so cruel, which calmly contemplates the death of an entire planet without interfering? She somehow strangely looked at the UFOs sitting with their backs to her, then into the niche, at the motionless idol of the robot MB- 20. The robot suddenly came to life and smiled at her affably. The pilots' quick speech put her out of her thoughts. Eet and Eola were talking about something, alternately glancing in her direction …
Chapter 5
The song of a lark flew over the breadth of the sunlit field. The bird fluttered in the blue sky like a barely noticeable lump. But the kite, hovering high, almost in rare clouds, was clearly visible from the ground, although it seemed from here the size of a swallow. It seems that the wings are motionless and not a bird, but clouds rushing towards, so u
– The first said in a singsong voice. The women came closer, sighing.
– And how did you come to us? – asked the second with a wide ta
– Well, hello, ladies! – Elena said, getting out, already completely out of the cab. Her white spacesuit gleamed dazzlingly in the sun. Barely jumping to the ground, a girl in a blue dress pushed over to her and shyly, hiding her eyes, held out a bunch of daisies. Her ta
– Well, hello, daughter! – and grabbed the woman reddened with awkwardness into a bear hug. Then he took her to the helicopter. The machine, sweeping away the loose layer of soil from the tender green sprouts, rushed into the heights, dragging the attached ball with it. In the helicopter, the doctor examined her. I felt my pulse, measured pressure and temperature. These preliminary signs of attention of medicine, helped to form a picture of the state of health of the astronaut. Every minute the doctor's eyes met the piercing gaze of the colonel's gray eyes, which made even him, the best doctor of the cosmonaut corps, uncomfortable. But the astronaut's health was all right. No deviations were observed at this stage of the "helicopter" inspection.
“Forgive us for such attention,” the colonel used to say, almost affectionately and somehow awkwardly. “After all, you just disappeared from the radar. We found the emergency capsule only today at eleven o'clock.
“I don’t understand something,” Elena began to speak loudly, trying to out- shout the chirping roar of the helicopter motors. – After all, communication with the ship ended instantly and
he began to accelerate into open space. I couldn't even hold on to it
sustainer engines in braking mode.
“No, you disappeared, somehow suddenly,” the colonel insisted. – I, as a leader flight, followed every maneuver. It happened when you requested permission to maneuver. We have everything recorded. And suddenly she disappeared. And so you appear seven days later in an emergency rescue capsule, – the colonel looked expectantly at Elena.
– How are seven days?! I immediately went to the rescue compartment and started. truth
everything happened so quickly that I lost consciousness from overloads.
– Yes, the capsule is designed for overloading the male body. More precisely, more trained. This is your first independent. Both were worried. Inaccuracy in seven days, and even in Cosmonautics, it looks like the explosion of an atomic bomb accidentally dropped by a US Air Force pilot flying over Alaska. But for an anomalous phenomenon for sure. This seems to have to be sorted out. In the meantime, the cosmonaut is waiting for rest, close supervision of doctors and an analysis of what happened. So thought the head of the flight, Colonel Smirnov. But one thing he was calm about was that the first- class pilot- cosmonaut who was entrusted to him was alive and well. This is the main thing. And the rest is a matter of technology. Its flight part is in order, but the engineers will have to work hard. Finding the cause of the accident and pushing it onto the pilot is not a success, there are clear signs of their inattention. Somewhere in the depths of my soul I thought maliciously, already a general, former Colonel C, but still remained a Colonel.
Chapter 6
– I'm asking you, Colonel! – shouted at the frozen in the middle of the Persian carpet, the general, standing at the massive polished writing table. Glass from the portrait of Felix Edmundovich glittered menacingly behind the general's back. – Come on! The colonel, striking a step, sinking into the carpet, approached. Dzerzhinsky saw off the guest with a portrait look.