Under bright Central Asian stars poorly flickered flat, as if the glazed over plain. Far ahead, there, where the highway left, soft
summer lightnings flashed and ran across beams of projectors, snatching out from darkness huge foggy silhouettes. From
time to time over plain prokatyvalsja a weak rolling roar.
"Spaceships", - with pleasure Jura has thought. He, of course, knew that Mirza-Charle, as well as all others raketodromy on
the Earth, serves only for vozlezemnyh messages that the presents planetolety, photon rockets of type "Hius", "John
Brown", "Jantszy" are too enormous and mighty to start directly from the Earth, but also these dark silhouettes behind horizon
too looked impressively enough.
Rockets, rockets, - the policeman has slowly spoken. How many people depart there, - it has lifted a blue shone bludgeon to
the black sky. - everyone with the hopes. And how many they come back in the lead soldered coffins! Here, at this barrier,
we build mourning sentry. The spirit grasps from their persistence. And nevertheless, probably, is there, - it has again lifted a
bludgeon, - there is there someone who very much does not like this persistence...
The horizon has suddenly lighted up with dazzling flash, the fiery long stream has struck in the sky and was scattered by the
cascade of sparks. Concrete has underfoot begun to tremble. The policeman has lifted to eyes hours.
Twenty twelve, - he has told. - evening lunnik.
In the sky has roared. Peals of thunder weakened, leaving, and, at last, have calmed down absolutely.
It is time to me, - Jura has told. - How here faster to reach a city? - Go on foot, - the policeman has answered. - at turn on a
warehouse will catch a passing car.
When at half past nine Jura has reached hotel, the kind at it was a little tousled and stunned. Evening Mirza-Charle was
absolutely not similar to Mirza-Charle in the afternoon. On the streets crossed by sharp black shades, a continuous stream
cars moved. Fires of advertising lighted up crowds on sidewalks. Doors of all bars and cafe were wide open. Music there
roared and was sizo from a tobacco smoke. Drunk foreigners went on sidewalks, having embraced on three, on four,
bawling unfamiliar songs. Through each twenty-thirty steps there were policemen with dead-pans under low lowered helmets.
Through moving crowd easy and slowly passed three of strong young children with red bandages on sleeves.