All were straightened. Muddy slush underfoot spread, from it steam rose. Bulls were lifted by the automatic machine, has
spent on a butt a sleeve, has glanced in a barrel. Then has carefully cleared the stained knees.
- As far as I understand, - the voice of Dauge was distributed in ear-phones, is at all sand.
- Yes, on desert a little similar, - has confirmed Jurkovsky. Is I declare, though and not the expert.
Ermakov, having sat down on hunkers, considered a dirty pool.
- If to leave jesting till more suitable time, - he has told, - I am inclined to assume that that "Hius" of villages in a bog.
- Completely, - has agreed Jurkovsky. - But where desert? - Our life is full of unexpectedness, - Krutikov has sighed.
- Here Shtirner with the pelengami has done an ill turn to us! - At what here Shtirner? - If "Hius" has left in this bog entirely... -
the beginnings of Bogdan.
The Jurkovsky has impatiently distorted plechami: - That easier! We will pass through the top hatch and we will look.
They have left a caisson, leaving on linoleum rusty oily traces, have risen in a narrow compartment of the cargo hatch.
- Bog on Venus, you think! - Michael Antonovich muttered. - Such surprise! The top hatch opened cautiously, ready during
any instant to slam it again. But anything terrible has not occurred. Thin hissing was distributed is in a compartment external
atmosphere has rushed, - and all has abated.
- Hurrah, - has easy told Jurkovsky. - Everything is all right. Open.
The cover with a ring has leant back. Standing ahead of Ermakov it was bent too much. Behind his back, impatiently shifting
from one foot to the other, were restricted Jurkovsky and Michael Antonovich. Dauge, climbed through between them, has
recoiled with muffled exclamation.
- N-yes, - someone has spoken. - Och-chen is interesting...
They have seen nothing. "Hius" the dense wall of unsteady, absolutely impenetrable yellowish fog surrounded. Below, in one
and a half metres, the bog surface dimly shone. In silence the muffled sounds similar not those on muffled cough, not that on
gurgle were heard. Long stood mezhplanetniki, peering at muddy, whitish waves of evaporations. Sometimes it seemed to
them that any shades ahead loom, any ugly grey forms act, but new and new layers of a fog crawled, and all disappeared.