Let's not be about it, - he has told. - give, Vladislav, show your paradoxes.
From reaktornogo rings of "Tahmasiba" through stony plain to a cylindrical tower of the lift the thin cable has been stretched.
JUra slowly and cautiously moved along a cable, with pleasure feeling that the period of preparation in the conditions of
weightlessness has not passed for it for nothing. Ahead, steps to fifty, Michael Antonovicha's survival suit gleamed in yellow
light of Saturn.
The huge yellow sickle of Saturn looked out because of a shoulder. Ahead over close horizon greenish ushcherblennaja the
moon brightly burnt is there was a Titan, the largest companion of Saturn and in general the largest companion in solar
system. JUra has looked back to Saturn. Rings with Dions it was visible not, Jura has seen only the thin silvery beam cutting
a sickle half-and-half.
The dark part of a disk of Saturn poorly flickered the green. Somewhere behind Saturn the Yard moved now.
Michael Antonovich has waited for Juru, and they have together squeezed into a low semicircular door. The observatory
took places underground, on a surface there were only mesh towers interferometrov and the paraboloids of aerials similar to
giant saucers. In a caisson, getting out of a survival suit, Michael Antonovich has told: - I, Jurik, will go to library, and you
here walk, look, employees here all young, you will quickly get acquainted with them... And hour through two we will meet...
Or come back directly to the ship...
It has patted Juru shoulder and, rattling magnetic horseshoes, has gone on a corridor on the left. JUra has gone to the right.
The corridor was round, revetted with matte plastic, only the rather narrow steel path scratched by horseshoes underfoot lay.
Along a corridor pipes lasted, in them bubbled and gurgled. Smelt as pine wood and nagretym metal.
JUra has passed by the open hatch. There was nobody, colour sparks on panels only blinked. Silently so, Jura has thought.
It is visible Nobody and it is not audible. It has curtailed into a cross-section corridor and uslyhal music. Someone somewhere
played a guitar, confidently and slowly deducing a sad melody. Really and on the Yard so? - Jura has thought suddenly. He
loved, that was around noisy, that all were together, both laughed, and made jokes, and sang. To it it became sad.