Here this building in which you lie, - Eugene has told, is a sanatorium for seriously ill patients. A building
shestnadtsatietazhnoe, and your room...
... Chamber, - Kondratyev has grumbled.
... And your room is on the ninth floor. A balcony. Mountain circle - Ural Mountains - and pine wood. Further there
Sverdlovsk. To it kilometres hundred.
From here I see, first, the second same sanatorium. Secondly, I see a launching pad for pterokarov. Ah, the right, wonderful
cars! There them now four... So. What? Thirdly, the area-flower bed with a fountain takes place. Near a fountain there is any
child and, apparently, reflects, as though to get away in wood...
Too the seriously ill patient? - The navigator with interest has asked.
Probably. Though it is a little similar. So. To get away to it it is not possible, because it was caught by one golonogaja the
aunt. I am already familiar with this aunt, it works here. Very lovely person. To it of years twenty. Recently she asked me,
whether I was casually familiar with Norbertom Wiener and with Anton Makarenko. Now it attracts the seriously ill patient of
the child and, in my opinion, brings up it on the move. And here one more decreases pterokar... Though is not present, it not
pterokar... And you, Serezha, would ask for the doctor stereovizor.
I asked something, - the navigator gloomy has told. - he does not resolve.
Why? Whence I know.
Eugene has returned to bed.
All is vanity puts, - he has told. - you all it will see, learn and will cease to notice. It is not necessary to be such
impressionable. You remember Keniga? Well? You remember, how I told to it about your broken foot, and he loudly shouted
with magnificent accent: "Ah, what I impressionable! Ah!" Kondratyev has smiled.
And next morning I have come to you, - Eugene continued, - and has asked, how are you doing, and you have spitefully
answered that have spent "various night".
I remember, - Kondratyev has told. - and here I have spent many various nights. And how many them still ahead! Ah, what I
impressionable! - Eugene has cried.
Kondratyev has again closed eyes and some time lay silently.
Listen, Evgenie, - has told it, without opening eyes, - and what to you have told concerning your art to drive a starprobe
vehicle? Eugene has cheerfully laughed; There was great, very polite abuse. It has appeared, I have broken any telescope
on an extraterrestrial observatory. The word of honour, has not noticed - when.
The chief of an observatory nearly has not strangled me. But education has not allowed.
Kondratyev has opened eyes.
Well? - He has told.
But then, when they have learnt that I not the pilot, all have managed. Me even praised. The chief of an observatory has in
a temper suggested me to take part in telescope restoration.
Well? - Kondratyev has told.