- Terrible, however, on Venus night, - has told Jurkovsky, tycha a finger in purple-red horizon. - after all if I am not mistaken,
we now on the night party, Anatoly Borisovich? Ermakov slightly usmehnulsja: - Yes, it is night... The Red sky, red clouds,
red a twilight. So night on coast of Uranium Golconda looks. For three hundred kilometres to the south from here - an eternal
gloom, and here, as you can see...
- Eternal decline, - Spitsyn has murmured.
- Yes. - Ermakov has quickly looked at it. - Yes. So told Tahmasib: "the Sun never comes over Golconda..." All it - both
black storms, and an eternal decline - all is Golconda, all is a riddle. To solve it we will begin.
- More soon, - has quietly told Jurkovsky, having crackled fingers, and has departed deep into, to Dauge who wrote
something, having arranged behind a small folding little table.
Spitsyn, having thrust in a helmet bunches of multi-coloured wires, it was inclined over a portable radio set, trying - again
already, - to contact "Hiusom". Dauge and Jurkovsky have begun to discuss the plan of researches, passing from time to
time to a sign language not to shout and to disturb the rest.
Bulls has transferred Ermakovu control, has given some good advice, has got on bales and was going to take a nap on the
next one and a half-two hour, remained, according to Ermakova, to Golconda. But it was not possible to fall asleep.
Bogdan Spitsyn has suddenly raised a hand, calling for silence.
Jurkovsky obradovanno sprosil: - That? There is a communication? - Is not present... But... Wait a moment minute.
It has begun to twirl hasty ribbed barabanchiki vernerov, then gauging, listening.
- Whose? "Hiusa"? - Is not present. Listen.
Dauge and Jurkovsky were bent through his shoulders. Ermakov has left management and too has bent to a portable radio
set. Dauge it is lingering svistnul: - It appears, someone already here is? - Then so.
- On the right at the rate... Interestingly! - Ermakov has turned back to Bykovu: - Alexey Petrovich, take charge for a minute.