In the evening mezhplanetniki have gathered in a hotel reading room.
Belief of Nikolaevna, shining eyes, govorila: - to Come off the Earth and to appear in space is does not mean yet to win
space. The first balloons have not made the person the owner of an atmosphere. It was made only by the plane. Whether
not so? The owner of space will make us only "Hius" independent of gravity, released from slavish submission to these
forces...
Bogdan Spitsyn vljublenno looked at it, and Poles has murmured, perplexed smiling, as if this thought has just come on um: -
to Think to it only, after all we were the first in such business! Jurkovsky usmehnulsja: - But all the same houses, on the
Earth, it is better, whether not so, Vasja? - Certainly, better.
- "Certainly..." Ah, Vasily, Vasily. Is not present in you poetry drops! Has made such flight!. No, you are positively unworthy
such honour.
Poles has frowned.
- I, whether you know, not the sportsman, - he has angrily told, - I the worker! Also I do not see in it anything bad.
- Nobody says that it badly... - Jurkovsky has lifted to a ceiling languid eyes. - but agree, mon sher that a way lay usually...
Sportsmen as you them name.
- Means, time on time is not necessary.
- What for division such? - Krutikov has with astonishment asked. - sportsmen, workers...
- Always and everywhere, - has firmly told Jurkovsky, - ahead there were enthusiasts-dreamers, romanticists-singles, they
paved way to managers and engineers, and then...
- Then on bones of these dreamers and romanticists the greedy grey weight, a common people disdained rushed... -
crookedly smiling, a thin voice Dauge has told. - Treplo you, darling Volodja, here that! The Enthusiast-dreamer...
The hussar-single! Jurkovsky has promptly turned to it, but Krajuhin has raised a hand.
- One minute, - it has creaked derisively. - means, Vladimir Sergeevich, managers-enthusiasts does not happen? And
engineers-dreamers too? Hm... Also what there about grey weight? Bulls was on thorns. Never before "fop" was not to it so
is not nice. He has looked at Ljahova, pale, with lips shivering for insult, and has become angry it is even more. But it yet had
here no vote.