Planetolet almost concerned the heated surface of Vejjana, but the shade was not! The sun, huge, radiating with intolerable
heat as if has surrounded planetolet from different directions. There, where it did not need to be, from an opposite side, also
hot and the crimson stain which has covered all sky was dimly shone...
- The mirage, - has irresolutely assumed Bogdan.
- Mirage in emptiness! The mirage which burns and lets out streams of protons! Well, we will put. And what all gyroscopic
devices on planetolete have failed, is too a mirage? And what all chronometres including an ordinary wrist watch, has lagged
behind how it has appeared after returning, is equal for twenty three minutes everyone, is too a mirage? Bogdan was silent.
- And than all it speaks? - Has not born Bulls.
- Certainly, that the gravitation field in such affinity from the Sun has deformed, has changed "absolutes" of space and time.
To you remains only one consolation - Jurkovsky kartinno has given a hand to Bogdanu. - all these phenomena cannot be
explained even ejnshtejnovskoj the theory. But the fact remains: the space is not "simply space" about which you so
thoughtlessly talked profusely before us half an hour back. Bail to that a grey hair of Fedi to which managed to withdraw
planetolet from Vejjana only after the fifth or sixth attempt.
The Jurkovsky has become silent and became, whistling, to go on a wardroom.
Bulls tensely thought that could mean strange words "gravitation has changed time and space". But hardly it was going to
ask a question as Dauge already for about a minute ironically glancing on Jurkovsky, has put an end diskussii: - Vladimir, will
suffice to stir! Set the table and call Anatoly Borisovicha. It is time to have supper.
After a supper behind a table there were everything, except Krutikov who has become on watch. Ermakov, hardly sleepy,
but, as always, smoothly brushed and tightened, sat over a small cup of thin porcelain and with pleasure savoured hot
coffee. Bogdan and Jurkovsky, as usual, exchanged smiles, recollecting any ridiculous cases from their student's life. Dauge
seriously and with concentration made any fantastic drink at least of ten various fruit juice. Soft matte light lighted up a cabin,
all was steady, cosy, quiet, and Bulls in the 100-th time has thought of how such conditions do not match thought on the
metal box at reckless speed absorbing millions of kilometres of black emptiness.