- Envy everything, - has shaken a head of Dauge. - Envy and greed. The waist is ill me after an injection, has understood?
Really it is impossible for the person to be consoled a little? All right, we go. To you? - And I, perhaps, will go, I will have a
sleep before watch, - Bogdan has told. - You will not go, Alexey Petrovich? - Is not present, I will sit here, I esteem.
Jurkovsky, Bogdan and Dauge have left, and Bulls has gone deep into the uncombed collection of articles on radio
prompting in astronautics.
The life on planetolete went the turn. Ermakov conducted supervision over work of photon technics and developed in
common with the navigator any problem new kosmogatsii; geologists in the 100-th time reconsidered the program of research
works on Golconda; Bulls read books on astronomy; Bogdan Spitsyn all free time pottered with radio equipment.
Once Bogdan has called all to cabin.
- Listen! - he has told, happily smiling. - Mars, the Sandy Bay speaks. It for us.
"... Very not for long, - told a high cheerful female voice. - and here in a valley closed from cold storms by spurs of Central
range, we have found out shallow lakes and extensive meadows, as if from a children's fairy tale.
Ah, companions if you knew what is beauty! You rise on top of a hill and see: a lilac smooth surface of lake, motionless as a
mirror, the unusual carpet of high orange grasses and huge bright green colours, and over all it is the dark-violet sky. We
would like to break from ourselves survival suits... "Bulls saw, how on persons of companions the delight and pleasure
struggle with mistrust, their lips by itself are moved apart in happy smiles, eyes light up soft warm sparks.
- It is Mars! - has whispered Dauge. - Children, think, it is Mars, dead Mars! "... We named this valley ` ` Dolinoj Hiusa", in
your honour. We cannot bring to you some water from its lakes, colours from its fields, we cannot, unfortunately, even show
you it, but let she bears a name of your ship, brave our friends! Here... One minute... It is time To us to finish. Good-bye, we
wish all of you of good luck - you, Anatoly Ermakov, you, Vladimir Jurkovsky, you, Michael Krutikov, you, Bogdan Spitsyn,
you, Grigory Dauge, and you, Alexey Bykov... "This day at dinner Jurkovsky, Dauge and Spitsyn long spoke, interrupting
each other, about the campaigns on Mars.