The first days communication kept badly, the receiver was silent, and in vain Michael Antonovich stayed hours before a
microphone, twisting the handle of a variometre and muttering with nadezhdoj: - "Boy", "Boy"... I "Hius"! Answer. Why do
not answer? "Boy", "Boy", I "Hius"! I listen to you...
"Boy" did not respond, but the aether has informed once to "Hiusa" mysterious signals: three points of a dash a point, three
points of a dash a point...
The shaken navigator vainly tried to contact to the unknown persons suffering disaster, and only it is a lot of days after
Ermakov has explained it that it - pelengi victim Bondepadhaja.
When at last through rustles, howls and the crash on air in a loud-speaker has begun to sound a quiet, measured voice of
Ermakova, Michael Antonovich has rejoiced, as the child. From this point on communication was adjusted.
The commander has informed that everything is all right. The purpose is reached. Golconda resists all infernal means, but all
the same researches go successfully. Geologists work all day and night, have collected a lot of material, Spitsyn and Bulls
help than can.
- So-so... - Michael Antonovich spoke, joyfully nodding. - greetings to them, Anatoly Borisovich, greetings to them transfer!
The crew of "Boy" so is occupied now by researches that more often with Michael Antonovichem Ermakov will speak. It has
damaged slightly a foot - cannot accept participation in external works therefore.
- A-jaj! - Michael Antonovich worried. - As it you? As it is careless!.
Sometimes with the navigator Alexey Petrovich spoke. As he said, Bogdanu in the watch was not possible to incorporate to
"Hiusom" in any way. What bad luck! Michael Antonovich was distressed, asked to send it special regards: he very much
loved Bogdana, it is most. Old friends! Fifteen years - not a joke! But often the aether was silent, electric categories in restless
atmosphere only cracked. The melancholy and loneliness oppressed. It is very difficult, when there is nobody to talk, laugh,
argue. Even to have dinner to one somehow it is melancholy - the piece in a mouth does not climb. Michael Antonovich tried
to work, but could not write lines. Tried to read. At first it has carried away it, in library "Хиуса" there were many good new
books, and Michael Antonovichu seldom had to read a fiction for the last years - work took away all time, even the free. But
this hobby has lasted not for long: stirred thoughts on friends, on a family...