- Know, - he has told, - I have found still that time, when in the North America podvizalis firms everyone there and
monopolies. And so, the small firm which has hammered together to itself for one and a half centuries the fabulous capital on
mattresses has long held on. It let out any especial silk mattresses - a little, but is terribly expensive. Speak, billionaires fought
because of these mattresses. Remarkable there were mattresses! On them of anything it was impossible otlezhat.
- And their secret was lost together with imperialism? - Gorbovsky has told.
- Possibly, - Kondratyev has answered. - I have left in flight to "Tajmyre" and more anything about them have not heard.
Kondratyev was blissfully happy. For a long time already it had not to conduct such easy and pleasant small talks! protos
and Eugene were excellent interlocutors, but Protos very much liked to tell about operations on a liver, and Eugene mostly
learnt Kondratyev to drive pterokar and abused for social inertness.
- No why, - Gorbovsky has told, - we too have excellent rookeries. But at us nobody is interested in them. Except me.
It has turned sideways, has propped up a cheek a fist and has suddenly told: - Ah, Sergey Ivanovich expensive, and what
for it you have landed on the Planet of Dark blue Sand? The navigator again poperhnulsja. The planet of Dark blue Sand
with terrifying distinctness has risen before his eyes. A child of another's sun. Absolutely another's. It has been covered by
oceans of the most thin blue dust, and at these oceans there were inflow and otlivy, multimark storm and typhoons and even,
apparently, any life. Round filled up "Tajmyra" round dances of green fires turned, blue dunes shouted and cried out on
different voices, dust clouds huge amoebas crawled on the whitish sky. And any secret was opened to people by the Planet
of Dark blue Sand. The navigator at the first sortie has broken a foot, robots-scouts were lost all to uniform, and then at full
calm the present storm, and the nice kind Keniga, not had time to rise in the ship has flown, has thrown together with the lift
about reaktornoe a ring, has crushed, has flattened out and has carried away for hundreds kilometres in desert where among
blue waves huge failures sucked in billions tons of a dust in incomprehensible bowels of a planet...
- And you would not land? - Kondratyev has hoarsely told. Gorbovsky was silent. - you are good now on your D-starprobe
vehicles... Today one sun, tomorrow - another, and the day after tomorrow - the third... And for me... And for us it was the first
another's sun, the first another's planet, understand? We by miracle have got there... I should land, because differently...
What for then all? Kondratyev has stopped. "Nerves, - he has thought. - it is necessary more easy. It has passed all".
Gorbovsky has thoughtfully told: - After you on the Planet of Dark blue Sand the first I have landed, probably. I have
passed on a landing boat and took it from a pole. Ah, Sergey Ivanovich as it was hard! Half-month I beat around the bush.
Twelve probing searches! And how many automatic machines we there have ruined! Classical mad atmosphere, Sergey
Ivanovich. And you after all have rushed on it from equator. Without investigation. Moreover on old, decrepit "turtle". Yes.
Gorbovsky has thrown hands for a head and has stared in a ceiling. Kondratyev could not understand in any way, approve
it or condemn.
- So after all, Leonid Andreevich, - skaza it, - as I could return to the Earth and declare - so supposedly and so, flied ten
years, have reached a planet, was nearby and have returned. You understand, and has returned! Empty-handed! Yes you
me would mock at the first. After all it is true? - Yes, - Gorbovsky has told. - perhaps. All the same, it was very impudent.