- Will sit down or will start? - Also will start. But at first will sit down. After all them build not on the Earth.
- Aha... - Bulls has recollected extraterrestrial foundry on the companion "Vejdady JU-i".
There, at height of five thousand kilometres over the Earth, in the conditions of weightlessness and almost ideal vacuum
giant cases of superheavy missiles were cast. Two hundred fifty persons - scientists, engineers, technicians and workers -
operated solar furnaces, centrifugal cars, the most complicated foundry automatics, transforming multiton titanic and tungsten
pigs into cases of the interplanetary ships. Obviously, also "Hiusy" in the same place were born...
- Krutikov and Spitsyn, please! - the voice of Ermakova was distributed behind the back.
Friends have turned back. Krutikov has thrown the newspaper and after Spitsyn has entered to the doctor, carefully having
covered behind itself a door.
- The seventh range - an ideal place! - with enthusiasm told Dauge. Its person has been turned to Bykovu, but eyes mowed
towards Jurkovsky, already opened the locker. - around - hundreds kilometres of the tundra, any settlement, any person. In
the north - ocean...
Jurkovsky undertook a shirt.
- ... On a straight line to coast about two hundred kilometres... - Dauge has suddenly sprinkled, but there and then, having
thought suddenly, has solemnly proclaimed: - And between a city and ocean were spread on tundra of five millions hectares
of our range! Jurkovsky has pushed a head through a collar and now stood in an intense pose, with the drooped sleeves,
similar to a garden stuffed animal. Ermakov, already dressed, has passed to the doctor, accurately having clasped all buttons
on a dressing gown.
- From here on the south there is a branch line and highway, - loudly continued Dauge. - Kilometers in four hundred, about
geophysical station...
- Interestingly, - has asked Jurkovsky thoughtfully, - what cretin has made it?-... m-m-m... About station, means, it turns off
and incorporates to northern Trans-Siberian highway at Yakutsk... H'm... Volodja, how your health? - I thank you, - has told
Jurkovsky coming nearer. It has removed a shirt and now expressively played muscles, looking at Dauge frowningly. - I am
absolutely healthy. I will put a maximum of efforts to that, druzhochek that the nastiest veterinary surgeon has not told about
you of it even.