- All of us dreamers, perhaps, Vladimir Sergeevich, - continued Krajuhin. - And enthusiasts too. Only everyone after the own
fashion. Here Vera Nikolaevna expresses the pleasure concerning that "Hius" gives the chance to it to rush on space
anywhere and somehow, to amuse its winged soul. So. In it she, apparently, also sees true appointment "the owner of
space".
- I at all it wished to tell... - has perplexed spoken Vera Nikolaevna.
- I hope, what not it... Because, keep in mind, the state, our people, our business waits from us not only... More truly, it is not
so much records, how many uranium, thorium, transuranidov. All of us dreamers. But I dream not to rush on space like a soap
bubble, and to scoop from it everything that can be useful... That first of all it is necessary for the best life of people on the
Earth, for communistic commonwealth of the people. To drag all in the house, instead of to squander that there are houses!
In it our appointment. And our poetry.
- As bees, - Krutikov has uttered.
- As bees, instead of as... Butterflies-podenki. Besides, I will dare to pay your attention and to that circumstance that
presently transition periods pass quickly. And here an example: in forthcoming flight pilots of "Hiusa" will already carry out a
modest duty of carriers.
The leading role is taken away this time already by another. Here to it... - Krajuhin has specified in Bykova. (That has
scaredly begun to blink.) - and Dauge, and to you, Vladimir Sergeevich. Riches of Venus, instead of enthusiastic official
reports are necessary to mankind. So. And then you will give way to new heroes - to production workers, those who will build
factories on coast of Uranium Golconda. And all is work, my friend, inspired work, instead of sports! Only one concern it as to
effective possibility to flash under a dome of circus and to break an applause, and others - as to work in general I build. And
to you, so to say, mon sher, if only to reach a treasury of secrets where they lie stacks, and to set up... Eh, you... Sportsmen!
There has come silence. Jurkovsky has risen and at anybody without looking, left.