Bulls has cautiously turned over on other side and has fallen asleep again.
BUDNIGorod it was insignificant: some hundreds the brand new cottages extended in four equal parallel streets along a
hollow between two ridges of flat naked hills. The red morning sun softly lighted up wet asphalt, flat roofs, cheerful trees in
front gardens. Behind hills in pinkish a smoke the huge easy constructions familiar on cinema and photos, - starting
installations for the interplanetary ships were seen.
Alexey Bykov, having wrapped up in a white dressing gown, there were at huge, in half-walls, windows, waited, when it will
cause to the doctor, and looked at street.
The crew "Hiusa" has arrived to this small town last night. In the plane of Bulls slept, but, possibly, has not slept off and
consequently dozed and in the car on road from airdrome. From yesterday's impressions about a city in memory the street
filled in with the pink evening sun, a light many-storeyed building of hotel and a word of the person on duty on a floor has
remained only: "Here your room, a companion, be arranged..." At seven o'clock he was woken by Dauge and has informed
that it is ordered to all to be on physical examination and that from a long dream happen prolezhni.
The medical case adjoined a hotel building. Here mezhplanetnikam ordered to take off all clothes, to throw with dressing
gowns and to wait.
Behind a window, in the street, was pustovato. Near the house the prompt low car with a silver deer on a radiator has
opposite fallen asleep. There have passed two in easy overalls, with huge drawing folders in hands.
Has hard crept powerful semicaterpillar electropenalties with a van. In a front garden there was a fellow of years of twelve,
has looked at the sky, has whistled in three fingers and, having jumped through a fencing, has run along the street, obviously
copying style of run of the well-known champions.
Bulls has departed from a window. Ermakova and Jurkovsky in a room any more was not, them have called in an office of
the doctor. The others slowly undressed, hanging up clothes in graceful lockers with translucent shutters. Alexey Petrovich
has admired Spitsyn. The pilot had a mighty lean body of the gymnast-professional. On very large shoulders, under a thin
golden skin, tumours of muscles were rolled. Dauge has already thrown with a dressing gown and, maliciously smiling,
knotted sleeves of a silk shirt Jurkovsky, sentencing: "T-so, and now here so..." Having finished this useful occupation, it
has cheerfully giggled and has approached to Bykovu:- the city, Alexey Is pleasant? - The good city, - has answered Bulls
frostily. - and whether it is far raketodrom? - There, behind hills. You see starting arrows? Here there also there is the well-
known Seventh range, the first and while unique in the world special raketodrom for tests, starts and landings of photon
rockets. Here started the first photon pilotless device "Dragon of Gorynych". Here sat down "Hius-one" and "Hius-two".
Here, possibly, will sit down and "Hius-rub", both "Hius-four", and "Hius-five"...