Ermakov has suddenly risen. Absolutely easy, keeping the eyes glued on a dial of hours, it skazal: - Excuse, I will switch off
light. It is necessary to examine vicinities.
- P-please, has hardly spoken Bulls, keeping the eyes glued on white cheeks of Dauge.
- Help me, Alexey Petrovich, - has spoken Ermakov. He as if noticed nothing.
- P-please, - has repeated Bulls.
They have risen in komandirskuju a turret. Ermakov has turned off light, has developed a range finder towards the south and
has clung to eyepieces. Bulls has bent down to the second range finder. He did not understand that does. He heard only
sharp laughter behind the back, not clear words (Dauge of the beginnings loudly to speak in Latvian), whisper Jurkovskogo:-
Grigory... Grisha... Calm down... Grisha...
And then before his eyes in the svintsovo-black circle lined by phosphorescing strokes, two bright blood-red asterisks have
suddenly flashed one for another - is low over a black bottomless strip of horizon.
- Readout, - unexpectedly hoarse voice Ermakov has spoken over an ear.
- Readout, Bulls! Do not yawn, lines...
Without thinking, mechanically and hasty. Bulls has marked a direction on strange flashes. Red asterisks have grown dull
and have gone out.
- ... Anatoly Borisovich! Well, tell you to it, let will drink! - negodujushche Dauge has shouted.
- Drink. Drink, Bogdan Bogdanych, - Ermakov has spoken. It has switched on light in a turret and with feverish haste has
begun to remove readout from drums of the range finder.
- Here so, - with satisfaction told Dauge. - the Clear head - the commander you obey. And now one more...
- How many at you? - Ermakov has quickly asked.
- Height - ten degrees a zero eight minutes, an azimuth of thirteen degrees twenty six minutes... But that...
- Be silent, Alexey Petrovich... - Ermakov has written down numbers in a notebook. - be silent. About it after...
Bulls undertook fingers a lower lip.
- Light! - has cried suddenly Jurkovsky. - switch on light! Dauge it is again bad!.
LAST WORD of Golconda "Boy" went not quickly. On the screen outlines of frequent rocks, stone chaos slid. Ermakov sat,
having leant back on an armchair back, having put hands on a control panel. Light in transport has been extinguished.
Geologists slept.