Natasha with horror has looked at it. Krauler has wagged. On the right because of barkhans the observatory has opened. On
an observant platform stood long as a pole, Matti and gave up as a bad job. Felix has politely waved in the answer. Domes
and buildings of Warm Syrta have disappeared behind close horizon.
Really you are not afraid of them? - Natasha has asked.
I am afraid, - Felix has told. - sometimes, Natasha, it is simple to a nausea terribly happens. You would look, what at them to
graze. Only they are cowardlier.
Know that, Felix, - Natasha has told, looking directly before itself, - Matti says that you the strange person. I too think that you
very strange person.
Felix has laughed.
You flatter me, - he has told. - of course, it seems to you strange that I always come to you on an observatory in the late
evening only to drink coffee. But I cannot come in the afternoon. In the afternoon I am occupied. And in the evening I am
almost always occupied. And when I have a free time, I come to you.
Natasha has felt that starts to redden. But krauler was already at bottom of a flat hill, that which was represented on
areograficheskih cards by the bent oval with a mark 211. At hill top, among rough grey blocks people already pottered about.
Natasha has put krauler far away from sandy tanks and has switched off the engine. Felix stood below, seriously looking at it
and having given a hand.
It is not necessary, thanks, - Natasha has murmured, but against a hand all the same has leant.
They have gone among ruins of Old Base. Strange it there were ruins: on them in any way it was impossible to understand,
what original form or at least the construction plan. The broken domes on shestigrannyh the bases, the fallen off galleries,
stacks of the cracked cement blocks. All it is dense poroslo a Martian prickle and has sunk in a dust and sand. Here and
there under the grey arches dark failures gaped. Some of them conducted somewhere in a deep, impenetrable gloom.
Over ruins there was a hubbub of voices.