Book-12 Gravity cyclone novella - стр. 3

– Forgive me for being immodest, I mentally asked you a question. Don't you understand?

– No, why? It's just that communication etiquette on your part does not allow reading

thoughts of others, even though we understand what you think earthlings.

– Excuse me, then I will repeat it aloud. What prompted you to save me? – The UFOman looked at Elena in surprise, then said:

– You see, we are watching your civilization, in general, the formation biosphere, etc. After all, you are our children, very unreasonable children. – He sighed, lowering his eyes, then raised again and continued, – You have brought your planet to a catastrophic state, we are worried about the biological balance. We want you to become smarter and use the full extent of opportunities. Your body, your being and lived for the joy of each other.

– Sorry, but the level of technology that you have reached is many times over

exceeds ours. – the astronaut tried to object.

– Yes. But, our technique is combined with human capabilities, – while the pilot looked at the robot, – and sometimes there is no difference.

– No, it's not convincing! You'd better help us, share your secrets,

knowledge. Otherwise, just watch. Elena could not resist, began to complain with annoyance in her voice, – To spy? Spy? – to which the pilot smiled only slightly. The woman – the pilot at this time pressed some keys. A hole has formed in the wall of the module.

– Ask. – The UFOman stood up to his full height and gestured Elena to the exit.

The sharply defined exit, against the background of the whitish fog, looked like a frame hanging on the milky- white wall from which the painting had been taken out. The Pinot was the first to step into the fog, then the female pilot. Elena hesitated.

– Be bolder, bolder, don't be afraid. – she heard the encouraging voice of MB- 20, which still stood in the niche of the wall. And she stepped into the white mist. behind the white shroud of the entrance there were steps leading down to the green dewy grass. Startled, the astronaut ran down the steps and found herself on the green grass. Before the amazed gaze, the village of Jurmala, familiar from childhood, opened. Here she lived with her parents until the age of six, until the seed moved to Riga. Somewhere the sound of the sea was heard, and in front, near a pine grove, was their house. Elena forgot everything in the world from surging feelings. She ran forward. Her legs, it seemed, carried her to childhood, at that distant time. Outside the house, in a light haze of fog, she saw the figure of a man in a black pea jacket. He pounded a board to the wooden wall of the house, working with a hammer in concentration. And something in him was painfully familiar and dear. My heart suddenly fluttered, a hunted lark fluttered in the cage: – Father! Elena screamed. She rushed forward. The man turned around at the cry, raised his shaggy wheat eyebrows in surprise and looked coldly with chilling indifference at the approaching daughter. Elena stopped rooted to the spot a meter from him.