It is our illness - melancholy on the blue sky. You sit somewhere on a Fobos.
The sky bottomless, black. Stars as diamond needles, eyes prick. Constellations seem wild, unfamiliar. And artificial all
around: air artificial, warmly artificial, even your weight - and that artificial...
To bulls listened without moving.
- You do not know it. You do not sleep only because feel on a threshold: one foot here, another there. And here Jurkovsky
now sits also verses writes. About the blue sky, about lake fogs, about white clouds over a wood edge. Bad verses, on the
Earth in any edition of such verses - kgs, and it it perfectly knows. And nevertheless writes.
Dauge has slammed the book and has leant back on an armchair back, having thrown back a head.
- And round Krutikov, our navigator, of course, drives across Moscow by the car. With the wife. It at the wheel, and it sits
also an eye from it does not reduce. Also regrets that kiddies nearby are not present. Kiddies at it live in Novosibirsk, at the
grandma. The little boy and the girl, very nice children... - Dauge has suddenly laughed: - And here who sleeps, so it is
Bogdan Spitsyn, our second pilot. At it the house - in a rocket. "I, - speak, - on the Earth, as in a train: it would be desirable
to lay down and fall asleep more likely to arrive". Bogdan - the inhabitant of heaven. Is at us such, poisoned on all life.
Bogdan was born on Mars, in scientific small town on Big Syrte. Has lived there till five years, and then its mother was ill, and
them have sent to the Earth. And here, tell, have let small Bogdashu to take a walk on a grass. He resembled-resembled,
has climbed in a pool yes as will begin to roar: "Home I want go! To Mars!" Bulls has joyfully laughed, feeling, as thaws, the
heavy clod of not clear feelings falls down from soul. All is very simple, it is valid on a threshold - one foot still here, and
another already "there"...
- Well, and what our commander does? - He has asked.
Dauge has stolen up.
- I do not know. I can not simply present to myself... I do not know.