Mirror... The Most thin layer of magic substance which in the nature, possibly, exists only in bowels of the most dense stars,
extreme shifts put on the polished metal. Bykovu it seemed that he feels a weak, hardly appreciable current of heat on the
person. But he knew that the mirror remains cold even in a photoreactor operating time. Here from this black hole in the
centre of a concave surface at height of ten-fifteen metres bryzzhet the stream of the heated plasma, and there where it,
Bulls, costs now, begins mad reaction of synthesis of naked kernels. Bulls has nervously distorted shoulders and hasty left
under the open sky. Perhaps, for the first time in a life he has really understood, what huge forces has subordinated and the
person has placed of itself in the service.
Something zastrekotalo above, and Bulls was seen by the big helicopter with red crosses on the sides, floating over
"Hiusom".
- Efficiency first of all, - has murmured Jurkovsky. - But why they do not leave? As though in reply to its words, it is
unexpected between two reaktornymi rings - so towers-columns were called - at a case edge the round hatch has opened,
and in it there was pale, a smiling face.
- vasja! Poles! - Spitsyn has shouted, jumping up and swinging hands.
- Hi, Bogdan! Hello, Nikolay Zaharovich! Greetings, companions! - yes get out you, tramps interplanetary! - Krajuhin has
hoarsely bellowed. - That you there potter, Poles? - In a minute. The ambulance is? - Here it. - Spitsyn has given up as a bad
job towards the landed helicopter from which ran to them some persons in white dressing gowns.
The flexible ladder has dropped out of the hatch with a metal clang.
- Accept the patient! - has shouted Poles.
On four transparent thin twine have cautiously lowered in a hammock of the person who has been wrapped up in bed-
sheets. Bulls has accepted it on hands and by means of hospital attendants has laid on a stretcher. With surprise and pity he
has seen that on the person of the patient tears flow.