- Here, Alexey as happens... - has spoken Dauge. - meet only for a week, on two, and again every which way. It is more
senior it for five years... Love, there's nothing to be done. The present, big love...
He has reflected. Bulls cautiously sprosil: - That they do not marry? - That? Why do not marry? - Dauge not at once has
responded. - Yes at what here it? They meet time, it is a lot of - two times a year, understand? - I understand, - has murmured
Bulls, but then has told resolutely: - Is not present, line I do not understand! Would marry, would live together, together and
flied...
- Together... Together it is impossible for them, Alexey. They meet once a year. To fly it together it is impossible - after all
Bogdan goes to such expeditions where women do not take. What it will be a family? - Is not present, - has firmly told Bulls, -
could arrange somehow if have wanted.
- Perhaps, certainly. Perhaps, they have simply invented to themselves this love? - Well here you...
- I, Alexey... - the voice of Dauge has trembled, - I for the beloved would give a life! I, my friend, the person of no character.
Next day visitors from Moscow have arrived. To surprise and pleasure of Bykova, the supper has passed cheerfully. There
were speeches (and quite good as it seemed to it), and toasts (only champagne), and wishes, mezhplanetniki kept grandly
and decently, politely rose and bowed and even laughed, when from visitors it happened to somebody to make witticisms.
Krajuhin has told some comic episodes from the early period of interplanetary messages, and Jurkovsky has suddenly burst in
verses Bagritsky. He has read favourite "Smugglers" and when an applause has ceased, has told grustno: - Here... How
many good verses on the sea and seamen, and on us absolutely are not present. Continuous "you fly, my rocket".
- Poets know the sea of thousand years, - has noticed Vera Nikolaevna, - and they absolutely yet do not know space.
Suffer, Volodja, will be excellent verses and on us.
The Jurkovsky has kissed her is I Suffer, Verochka. For now at us only and остается:Как Argonauts in olden time, Having
left a native home, we Have floated, To Shooting galleries-there, Behind the Golden Fleece.