Book-12 Gravity cyclone novella - стр. 9
– It's stuff. Rather, the planet is ore- bearing, or closer to earthly concepts, a space warehouse for raw materials from which the Coalition makes modules. This planet is the size is equal to the Earth and everything consists of pieces of ore, – Elena looked at the lifeless desert of stones, and her thoughts were far away on that Earth, where death destroyed everything. Is the Cosmic Mind really so cruel, which calmly contemplates the death of an entire planet without interfering? She somehow strangely looked at the UFOs sitting with their backs to her, then into the niche, at the motionless idol of the robot MB- 20. The robot suddenly came to life and smiled at her affably. The pilots' quick speech put her out of her thoughts. Eet and Eola were talking about something, alternately glancing in her direction …
Chapter 5
The song of a lark flew over the breadth of the sunlit field. The bird fluttered in the blue sky like a barely noticeable lump. But the kite, hovering high, almost in rare clouds, was clearly visible from the ground, although it seemed from here the size of a swallow. It seems that the wings are motionless and not a bird, but clouds rushing towards, so unnatural was the flight. Down in the field, the women’s workers bowed their heads in white handkerchiefs together and weeded the tender green rows of green seedlings stretching to the very horizon. And in this invisible harmony, birds, people and plants were intertwined into one. The only difference was that each lived his own isolated life. A sharp thunderous explosion whipped the air, echoing across space, field and sky. The working women instantly straightened up, the lark fell like a stone into the grass, and the kite, folding its wings, flew like an arrow to the ground. High in the sky, in the instant silence, a bouquet of three flowers bloomed with domes of parachutes- daisies. " The bouquet "smoothly, swaying, froze in the sky, but, looking closely, one could guess that the bouquet is moving down to the ground. The women huddled together in the middle of the field, gesturing vigorously, exchanging impressions. A black dot is visible under the canopies of the parachutes. Gradually, it turned into a charred ball. The ball sank onto the field for a long time. When the ground was about a meter away, the rocket landing engines worked, cushioning the impact on the ground. Workers rushed to the ball at a run, even though it was a good kilometer before it. The dust was still falling when the first of them approached ten steps, stopped in indecision. She began to watch, waiting for the companions. Elena woke up from a sharp pain, from the seat belts cutting into her shoulders. From the overloads he had experienced, his head ached, pounded in his temples, and felt sick. It was hot in the stuffy atmosphere of the capsule. For a minute she sat in an armchair, listening, then flipped the toggle switch on the remote control, finding the right one in orderly rows above her head. Slowly, as the shutters of the portholes opened, the cockpit was filled with daylight. The astronaut clung to one of the three, which was opposite the chair almost to the very face, and a smile sparkled on his tired face. With quick and precise movements, she began to perform the necessary actions that she had to do hundreds of times on the spaceport simulators before embarking on this first flight. Soon the exit hatch lid was thrown back, and the beautiful face of an astronaut with curls of brown, thick, cropped hair was revealed to the workers standing below.