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Prose - Emergency. A. and B. strugatskiye

   Arkady Strugatsky, Boris Strugatsky


         Emergency


        <... The researchers reported intergrain
        vezdnom plankton of disputes Neveda
        My life in Prostranstve.Protyazhen
        nye cluster them occur only
        to beyond the orbit of Mars. Origin

        they are still unclear ...>


   Titan did not like Viktor Borisovich.
Planetke too quickly spun and had a dark turbulent atmosphere. 
But Viktor Borisovich fill admire the rings of Saturn and the 
strange play of colors on its surface. Spaceship unloaded -

food, liquid deuterium, a cybernetic equipment planetologists, 
took on board twenty-eight tons of erbium and biologist 
Malyshev, and immediately went the return flight. As always, in 
the asteroid belt spaceship lost speed and evaded the course. 
Had to suffer. All exhausted, and most of all a biologist 
Malyshev. The poor fellow could not bear loads. When his

pulled out of the shock, he was yellow, as
syr.On felt himself, shook his head and silently
rushed to his cabin. He was in a hurry to see how it suffered 
overload snail - Bold blue slug in mnogostvorchatoy

sink, caught in the ocean of oil
close to the erbium Valley.

   Now, like everything, good and bad, the flight came to an 
end. Less than a day spaceship arrived at the crater raketodrom 
University, then a week quarantine - and the Earth, half 
holiday, half deep blue sea, rustling pines, green meadows,

sunny.

   Viktor Borisovich smiled, rolled over
on the other side and yawned sweetly. Up to Watch
remained for two hours. Now the watch was
Tummer, big nose and long like a stick. Victor
B. Tummera imagined, as he
sits, hunched, with a calculator and, thrusting out his jaw, 
looks blue ribbon entries control system. Tummer then broke, 
and the calculator was like a moss-covered boulder with rough 
sides. Under the boulder was the dark deep water, and if you 
look closely, in stirring algae is a pike with a black

his back, motionless and straight as a stick. AND
Suddenly ear buzzed shmel.Viktor B. snorted and woke up. The 
cabin was dark. He pursed his lips and stopped. Somewhere

very close to buzzing bumblebee.

   - It can not be - loud and confident
said Viktor Borisovich.

   He got out of bed and turned on the lamp.
Bumblebee was silent. Viktor Borisovich looked around and
I saw on the sheet was not black pyatno.Eto
bumblebee. It was a fly.

   - My mother - said Viktor Borisovich.

   The fly sat motionless. It was quite
black, with black wings spread wide.
Viktor Borisovich careful aim, swung to a fly with a hand 
picked with your fingers and seized. He raised his fist to his 
ear. In the fist stirring, rustling, and suddenly boomed since

familiar, that Viktor Borisovich immediately remembered the 
drawing lessons. 

   - A fly in the spaceship - he said and looked at his fist 
with astonishment .- Wow! We have to show her Tummeru.


   Acting with one hand, he pulled his pants
jumped into the corridor and went into the wheelhouse, rounding
convex wall. In the fist rustled and tickled.

   In the cabin stood Tummer with dark skinny person. The 
screen teleproektora rocked two narrow crescent - a little more 
blue, white smaller - Earth and Moon.


   - Hello, Tum - said Viktor Borisovich.

   Tummer shook his head and looked at
his sunken eyes.

   - Well, guess what I have here - said
Viktor Borisovich, gently shaking his fist.

   - Airship - Tummer said.

   - No, no zeppelin, - said Victor B. .- Fly. Mucha, old owl!

   Tummer said bored:

   - Ferrite drive works badly.

   - I shift, - said Victor Borisovich.Ty understand it I 
razbudila.Ona buzzes as a bumble bee in a meadow.


   - I woke up she would not - said
Tummer through clenched teeth.

   - Rustling - said softly navigator -
rustling cattle.

   Tummer looked at nego.Viktor B. sat, putting his fist to his 
ear, and happily smiling.


   - Victor, - said Tummer - well, that
you for your face?

   In the control room became captain of spaceship Constantine 
Efremovich Stankevich and after flight engineer Lidin. 

   - I told you - not sleeping - Lidin said, jabbing his finger 
at the co-pilot. 

   - With him something happened - he said venomously Tummer .- 
Look at his face. 

   Viktor Borisovich announced:

   - I caught a fly.

   - Yes? - Surprised Lidin.

   - I'm going to bed, Konstantin Efremovich said Tummer .- 
Victor, take the watch. 

   - Wait, - said Victor Borisovich.

   - Well, show me - he demanded Lidin.U
looked as if he had never in my life
saw flies.

   Viktor Borisovich opened his fist and
gently pushed back two fingers of the left
hands.

   - Where on the ship fly? - Asked the captain.

   - I do not know - said the navigator. He stared at the fly, 
holding her legs with two fingers .- It buzzes quite like 
bumblebee, he said. 

   - Beware, Vic - breathy said
Lidin - you are breaking her leg. Y-y, negodyayka ... Buzzing!

   - Still, from the ship fly? -
asked the captain .- This, incidentally, your
case, Viktor Borisovich.

   Navigator served plumber.

   - That's right - said Tummer .- spawned on the ship flies, 
and ferrite drive works disgusting. Take the watch,

Do you hear?

   - I hear you, - said the navigator. - I still
Ten minutes left. We have to show it
Malyshev. He too had not seen the flies.

   He moved toward the door, holding ourselves
fly like a plate of soup.

   - Mukholi - Tummer said contemptuously.

   The captain laughed. The door opened, and
stepped into the wheelhouse Malyshev. Navigator jumped
side.

   - Beware - he said angrily.

   Malyshev apologized. He had a disheveled appearance and 
bewildered eyes. 

   - The fact that ...- he started and stopped, staring at a 
fly in the fingers of the navigator. - Is it possible? - He 
asked, holding out his hand. 

   - Fly - proudly said Viktor Borisovich. Malyshev took a fly 
by the wing, and she yelled across the room.


   - She has eight legs - Malyshev said slowly.

   - Ay-yay-yay - said Tummer .- And what
now? Victor, take the watch.

   - It's not a fly, - said Malyshev.Ego eyebrows went up 
almost to the hair and again have fallen on his eyes .- I 
thought it was traurnitsa - anthrax Morio. But it does not fly.


   - What is it? - Asked the navigator
some irritation.

   - Look, - said the Kid .- What
You have dizinsektory? And then I need
microscope.

   - Yes, what is it? - Asked shturman.Kapitan frowned and 
walked over to him. Lidin, too approached.


   - Listen - repeated babe - I
need a microscope. Come into my cabin. I
show you something.

   Tummer said after them:

   - Please do not drop the fly.

   In the corridor Lidin suddenly shouted: <Fly>
They saw a fly crawling on a wall near the ceiling. Mucha was 
black, with black outspread wings.


   In the cabin, a biologist there were three. One
sat on a pillow, two were crawling on the walls
large glass cylinder with titanianskoy ulitkoy.Lidin came in 
last, slapping door, and flies up into the air, humming like

bumblebees.

   - Z-fun fly, - said uncertainly
Viktor Borisovich and looked at Stankevich.

   The captain stood still and watched his eyes for flies. His 
face was poured paint. 

   - Rotten - he said.

   - What happened? "- Said Lidin. Malyshev
turned his scowling face.

   - I said: it does not fly. It's not earth flies, you know?

   - My mother - said Viktor Borisovich and wiped his right 
hand on his shirt. 

   - Oh, that's it - said Lidin. Black
Fly twirled in front of him, he
stepped back and hit back in a closed
door .- Pshla! - he shouted, waving frantically.

   - Need dizinsektor - said kapitan.Chto do we have?

   - There is a lethal, - said the navigator.

   - More?

   - All.

   - Well, - said the captain .- I did it
do. Go wash your hands, wipe
formalin.

   Malyshev is still considered a fly, keeping
her in the nose. Viktor Borisovich seen
how much shaking of his fingers.

   - Throw you this stuff - said Lidin. He was standing in the 
hallway, and every now and then looked around.


   - I need it - Malyshev said. -
second you tell me that whether you catch?

   In the bathroom, Viktor Borisovich hastily
pulled off his shirt and threw it in the garbage disposal and
rushed to umyvalniku.On mylil hands, rubbed them
sponge and soaping again. Hands became red and swollen, and he 
still ter, ter, again soaping.


   There has been a most terrible thing that can happen on the 
ship. This happens very rarely, but it would be better if it 
never happened. Y spaceship thick walls, and all through

penetrate those walls, is extremely dangerous. All
equal to that - a meteorite, hard radiation, or
any eight-legged flies. And dangerous
all muhi.Tri years ago Viktor Borisovich
participated in the rescue mission to Callisto. The expedition 
had five people - two pilot and three scientists - and they 
have brought in his ship protoplasm poison planetke. Corridors 
of the ship were covered with adhesive transparent web, and 
squelched underfoot champs, and in the control room was in an 
armchair captain Rudolph Ceres, white and motionless, and 
shaggy purple spiders running over his lips. 

   Viktor Borisovich wiped swollen hands
formalin and went into the corridor. On the ceiling
Flies were crawling. There were many pieces of twenty.
Towards walked Lidin. His face was drawn.

   - Where did they come from? - He asked hoarsely .- 
M-abomination. 

   From under his feet, took off from the buzz of a fly, and he 
stopped, raised above his head fists.


   - Good, - said Victor Borisovich.Spokoyno, flight engineer. 
Where are you? 

   - Wash.

   - How exterminator?

   Lidin grinned and silently walked in vannuyu.Viktor B. ran 
into his cabin, put on a fresh shirt and jacket and went

in-house. At the door past his face with a thin
howl swept a flock of black midges.

   In the control room on the desk in front of the calculator
was a glass jar, half filled with turbid fluid from which
stink even after a ground stopper. In a liquid floated a fly. 
Malyshev, apparently pomyaltaki her wings, and she could not 
fly, only occasionally hummed a deep bass. Stankevich, Tummer 
Malyshev and stood at table and stared at a fly. Victor B.

approached and also began to look at a fly.

   Turbid liquid in the jar was exterminator <lethal>. Lethal 
killing insects almost instantly. He could kill

Bull. But the octopus fly about it, apparently did not know and 
did not even guess. She swam in the lethals and occasionally 
viciously buzzing.


   - Five and a half minutes - said Tummer .- What are you, 
darling? It's time. 

   - Maybe there is some other
exterminator? - Malyshev said.

   Viktor Borisovich shook golovoy.On potolok.Muh looked in the 
cabin did not exist. Then he noticed that Tummer, grinning, 
considering his swollen hands. He put his hands in his pockets 
and began to hiss with pain. And all for nothing, he thought, 
this stuff does not take even lethal: . He looked at the fly-in
banke.Muha swam and buzzed disgusting.
Viktor Borisovich sighed, took his hands out
pockets and said:

   - Handed over the watch, Tum.

   He took the watch and told the captain about
change. Stankevich nodded absently.

   - Where Lidin? - He asked.

   - Washable.

   - Disinfected - Tummer said.

   - Play me - said the captain .- All
Wear safety special outfits. To be vaccinated against a sandy 
goryachki.Dalee.Letal not goditsya.No not ruled out that these 
flies will affect anything drugoe.Kak you think, Comrade 
Malyshev? 

   - What? - Malyshev said. He broke away from the
contemplation of the flies in the bank and said hurriedly:
- Yes, probably. It is not excluded.

   - We have petronal, Books, nitrosilikel ... liquefied gases 
... 

   - Drooling - quietly said Tummer.

   Stankevich looked at him coldly.

   - Leave your acuity with him, Tummer. So. Experiments were 
conducted in a medical bay. I can count on you, Comrade Kids?


   - At your disposal - quickly said
Malyshev .- But I need a microscope.

   - The microscope in a medical bay. You
stay in the wheelhouse, Viktor Borisovich. Special suit you 
bring. 

   - Yes, - said Victor Borisovich.
Could be heard ringing cheerful buzz. All
looked at the bank and now the same as for
team, raised his eyes to the ceiling. Under the ceiling with a 
triumphant howl floated a large black fly. 

   Special suit brought Viktor Borisovich
Tummer. He quickly opened the door, a goat
jumped over the coaming and slammed the door behind
themselves. For a second burst in the wheelhouse vociferous 
moaning howl. Tummer threw his hat from his head spektrolitovy. 

   - In the corridor of flies - not protolkneshsya, "he said .- 
Black. Rolled up his sleeve. 

   He took a syringe and injected the navigator serum against 
the sandy fever - the only extraterrestrial infectious disease 
against which there was an antidote. It was clearly 
meaningless, because the only a place where agents have been 
found sand fever, was Venus, but the captain did not want to 
miss any chance. 

   - How are we? - Asked Viktor Borisovich, omitting the sleeve.

   - Kostya mad as hell - said Tummer.Etih flies did not take. 
Malyshev delighted. Right in seventh heaven. Cuts flies and 
examines in mikroskop.Govorit that life could not imagine 
anything like this. Says that these flies do not have any eyes 
or mouth, or esophagus, or something there esche.Govorit that

can not understand how they multiply ...

   - And he does not say where they came from?

   - Says. He believes that this controversy neivestnoy life 
forms. He said that they millions of years floated into space, 
but in ship found fertile soil. He said that we were lucky. 
Such cases have not yet happened.


   - Wandering Life - said the navigator and
began to go into a protective special suit .- I
heard about it. But somehow I do not think that
we were lucky. By the way, how could they get
a ship?

   - Do you remember, last week climbed Lidin
out. I think it was in the asteroid belt.

   - Or maybe they Titan?

   Tummer shrugged.

   - Malyshev said that the Titan is not
octopus flies. Yes, what does it matter? Say
Thank you, it's not a wasp.

   Tummer gone, again jumping over the coaming, and slammed the 
door behind him. Victor B. sat at the console. In the special 
and spektrolitovom hat he felt himself

in safety and even to take something to hum to himself nos.Pod 
ceiling already floated dozens of flies, some spinning before 
TV screen and crawled on tape recordings control system. But 
their buzz was not Heard: special suit had a good sound 
insulation. Viktor Borisovich looked remote management. On the 
panel sat at his elbow fly. Viktor Borisovich aim, and firmly

slammed her hand in a glove siliketovoy. The fly turned over, 
moved her legs and froze. Viktor Borisovich, bending,

looked at her with curiosity. Dead black
fly. Eight feet ... Dirty trick, of course, but why are they 
dangerous? None of the insect is not dangerous, dangerous 
infections and poison, and infection may and not to be, and 
poison tozhe.Vprochem, if you imagine that some of these cosmic 
flies fell to Earth ...


   The navigator turned. A piece of paper lying on the table, 
slid to the floor, twisting, flew to the door. The door to the 
corridor was ajar. 

   - Hey, who's there? - Shouted Victor B. .- Door!

   He waited a bit, then got up and
looked out into the corridor. In the hallway, and crept
flying flies. There were so many that the walls
looked black, and hung from the ceiling as
would be mourning bahroma.Viktor B. shrugged and closed the 
door. His gaze fell on a piece of paper from the coaming. Some

vague suspicion flashed across the shadow of guesses
in his golove.Neskolko seconds he stood,
considering.

   - Nonsense, - he said aloud, and returned to
console.

   In the control room became noticeably darker. Dense
clouds of flies hovering near the ceiling, obscuring
blue lighting tube. Viktor Borisovich held it up for chasy.S 
beginning of a biological attack took place a half hour. He 
looked at the dead fly on the panel, felt sick and 
zazhmurilsya.I why I crushed her? - He thought. Muck still, 
venomous or not - all ravno.Skvoz polusomknutye eyelids he saw 
the tape goes smoothly. He corrected it, then involuntarily 
searched eyes crushed a fly.


   At first it seemed that she had disappeared.
But he again saw ee.Razdavlennaya trash
shevelilas.Shturman looked carefully up and swallowed
slyunu.On was all mokryy.Ostanki flies were covered with the 
tiniest black moshkaroy.Moshkara hurriedly crawled on a 
flattened belly - a tiny black gnats and black

splayed krylyami.Ih was about thirty, and they swarmed, 
raspolzayas in hand on a smooth bright surface of the panel. 
They still could not fly. 

   It lasted about ten minutes, no less. Blue Ribbon crawled 
out the calculator and lazy coils lay on pol.Vokrug

She curled big black muhi.Shturman sat bent over, holding his 
breath, and gazed without stopping at a dead former muhu.Na 
dead muhu.Bylo seen as moving black bare leg look muhi.Esli - 
it is covered with tiny pores, and from head sticking out of 
every pore of the microscopic flies. They crawled right out of 
tela.Vot why they multiply rapidly, thought

Victor Borisovich.Oni just crawled friend
of druzhki.Kazhdaya cell carries within itself the germ. This 
simply can not fly ubit.Ona reborn a hundred times repeated. 

   Midges crawling on console, the buttons and
Vernier, in transparent plastic priborov.Moshek were many, and 
some have already tried vzletet.Ot dead flies was fine black 
powder, and mate it with a brushed panel, as on Earth resemble 
cigarette ashes off the table. 

   - Navigator winds felling - rang
headphones voice Tummera.

   In cutting the four included in the brilliant siliketovyh 
suits and silver helmets. 

   - Why did you open the door, Viktor Borisovich? - Asked the 
captain. 

   - Door? - Viktor Borisovich looked at
door .- I did not open it.

   - The door was open - said the captain.

   Viktor Borisovich shook plechami.On all
still seen as a black midgets getting out of
dead flies.

   - I did not open the door - he repeated.

   He again looked at dver.On saw
a piece of paper in the coaming, and again the vague
suspicion flashed through his mind.

   Lidin said impatiently:

   - Let us decide what to do next.

   - The Navigator is not in the know - the captain said .- 
Comrade Malyshev, repeat your conclusions. 

   Malyshev coughed.

   - The equipment we have not very good - said
he said. - Microtome, for example, in the full desolation ...

   He paused, and was heard as Lidin
cram in a low voice to someone, probably
Tummeru: <... take a bottle of spirits, walking, water them and 
then set on fire ...> 

   - In a word, so, - said the Kid .- Composition
they have strange - oxygen, nitrogen, and in a very
small amounts of calcium, hydrogen and carbon. I conclude that 
it is not protein life.I then, firstly, the risk of infection

questionable, and secondly, the discovery of high klassa.Ya 
emphasize this, because here Comrade Lidin and only thinks of 
how to destroy them. This is the wrong approach to the problem. 

   - Spiders would be here - said Lidin - old mother Cross tee 
... 

   - It is not clear - continued babe - what they 
pitayutsya.Sovershenno unclear mechanism of their 
razmnozheniya.Ya believe that there is reason to believe ...


   - I still do not understand - said Tummer .- I killed them, 
pressed down, but show me one dead fly.


   - Do not look, - said the pilot, - not even
breakdown.

   - Why?

   Viktor Borisovich saw that the door again
priotkrylas.Bumazhka quietly on the floor, took off, as if 
trying to jump over the coaming, and again sank helplessly on 
the floor. 

   - I then rasskazhu.Potom, it was all over.

   Victor B. went to the door, closed
her and returned to stolu.Kapitan easily slapped on the table.

   - Play me! - He said .- I have decided
to clean the ship from the flies.

   - How? - Asked Malyshev.

   - We will put on pustolaznye suits, raise the pressure in 
the vehicle - you can use stocks of liquid hydrogen - and open 
hatches ... 

   - My mother! - Muttered navigator.

   - ... Wasted space in korabl.Vakuum and absolute nul.I 
current compressed hydrogen will throw this stuff. 

   - Idea - said Lidin.Tummer sat in a chair and stretched his 
legs. 

   - Anyway, we did not get rid of
dispute - he said.

   - The argument, I think the ship left, he said his voice was 
heard Malyshev.V regret .- They have all evolved. 

   - We will get rid of the flies - said Lidin.Ot these 
loathsome, cursed, damn .. 

   - Look, - said Victor Borisovich, I think I understand.

   He went to the door, bent down and for some reason
fingers touched a piece of paper from the coaming.

   - What do you understand? - Asked Tummer.

   - So, - said Stankiewicz .- Come on over
vacuum skafandrami.Lidin, help Malyshev
wear a suit.

   - Flies povymerznut - Lidin said, chuckling. He badly wanted 
to fly povymerzli. 

   Viktor Borisovich oglyadelsya.Steny were
black. Under the ceiling hung velvet
festoons. The floor was covered with a dry stirring
kashey.Sguschalis twilight - heaps of flies swarmed lighting 
tubes. 

   - Look, - said Victor Borisovich.Vy know why the door opened?

   - What is the door, mate? - Impatient
asked the captain.

   - Which door? - Asked Tummer.

   - Here is the door to koridor.A it now
no longer open.

   - Well?

   - That's the thing - hurriedly said Victor B. .- The door 
opens outwards, so? In the corridor pressure drops, right? 
Surplus pressure in the cabin pushes dver.Vse

very simple. And now, the excess pressure
no.

   - I do not understand, - said the captain.

   - Flies - said Viktor Borisovich.

   - Well, the flies - said Tummer .- Well?

   - Flies guzzle vozduh.Vot where they come from
live ves.Oni devouring air, oxygen and nitrogen.

   Biologist issued vague exclamation, and the captain turned 
to the instrument of circulation system. A few minutes later he 
looked into devices, fiercely whisking muh.Vse silent.

Finally, the captain stood up.

   - Flow show - slowly
he said - that over the last two hours
ship spent about hundredweight of liquid oxygen.

   - Excellent - Malyshev said.

   - Well, the creature - said Lidin .- That's
creature.

   - I told you - told Tummer .- This
only eight-legged flies.

   - Logically, - said the biologist,
- Atmosphere of hydrogen must be for
them fatal.

   - Well, it's easier - said kapitan.Slushat menya.Lidin help 
someone Malyshev skafandr.Tummer put on, turn on the vehicle 
circulation sistemu.Shturman, prepare the ship for processing 
vacuum and ultra-temperaturami.Gotovnost report in ten minutes. 

   Viktor Borisovich headed for the exit,
wondering what would happen if even a few flies fall on 
Zemlyu.Zemlyu not handle vacuum and low temperatures. 

   He sighed and opened the door and dived headfirst into a 
shaggy black hole, barely illuminated by reddish light.


   They pulled a vacuum suits right on the
special outfits. Then they went to the wheelhouse of a long
tunnel with black walls, dusky stranger tunnel. The walls of 
the tunnel slowly swayed like dyshali.Oni rubku.Zdes came in 
too, all was unfamiliar and gloomy. The captain said: 

   - Tummer the circulation?

   - Disabled.

   - Navigator, hatches?

   - Outdoor ... Except for the external.

   - Lidin, the state of the vacuum space suits?

   - Checked, Captain.

   - Begin - the captain said.

   Viktor Borisovich bent to the pressure gauge.
The pressure in the vessel sank at the thirty millimeters, and 
in fact turned Tummer circulation system just a few minutes 
ago. Devoured the air and flies bred with a monstrous rate. The 
captain opened the filing hydrogen. Gauge needle stopped

then slowly trickled in the opposite direction. The atmosphere 
... Fifteen ... Two ... 

   - Have someone to fly in a spacesuit
or in a special suit? - Asked the captain.

   - Not yet, - said Lidin.

   Again there was tishina.V headphones
Heard only dyhanie.Kto a sneeze, it seems Tummer.

   - Cheers, - politely said the Kid.

   Nobody otvetil.Pyat atmosfer.Chernaya
porridge on the walls of hard turned round.  gleefully 
said Lidin. Six atmospheres. 

   - Warning - the captain said.

   Viktor Borisovich stiffened and clutched
the belt Malysheva.Malyshev grabbed Lidin, Lidin - for the 
seat, which was sitting Tummer.Kapitan rounded up from the 
remote cloud of flies and pulled knopku.Chetyre cargo doors - 
large plastic curtains covering cargo hold - and immediately 
opened simultaneously.


   Viktor Borisovich felt a soft push
torn him up golovy.Kto something ahnul.Vodorodno-air mixture 
under the pressure of six atmospheres rushed for manholes and 
in the wheelhouse of spinning black prostranstvo.V blizzard. 
And it was svetlo.Rubka become old sterile clean rubkoy.Tolko 
sparkled in gleaming blue tubes drizzle on the walls let in the 
coaming was flying gray dust. 

   - How good - said a strange hoarse voice in the headphones.

   - Warning - the captain said .- The second
stage!

   Then there was the third stage and fourth, and pyatyy.Pyat 
time the ship was filled with compressed hydrogen, and five 
times the vortex of compressed gas washed every corner, every 
crack in the ship. Duration of gray dust in front of coaming 
felling gone, gone drizzle on stenah.Zatem ship was filled with 
hydrogen, the sixth time. The captain turned on at full power 
scrubbers, and only after that the ship was re-filed the air.


   - That's it - said Stankiewicz .- While
at least.

   He first pulled off the head hard hat
spacesuit.

   - Maybe all we dream? -
Lidin said thoughtfully.

   - Sweet dreams - said Tummer.

   Viktor Borisovich Malyshev helped get rid of the suit. When 
he pulled off right hand crank arm of the biologist, the 
captain suddenly said: 

   - And what's with you, fellow babies?

   In the fist Malyshev was plastic
box, similar to ocheshnitsu.Biolog hidden hand behind his back.

   - Nothing, - he said, and immediately
scowled.

   - Comrade kids! - Icy voice
said the captain.

   - What, comrade Stankevich? - Said the biologist.

   - Give me that thing.

   - My mother - said Viktor Borisovich, you fly there!

   - So what? - Said the biologist.

   Lidin paled, then flushed.

   - Immediately dispose of this stuff, "he said through 
gritted teeth .- In the reactor it immediately! 

   - Easy, flight engineer, - said Victor
B..

   Malyshev shook off pustolazny armor and put a box in his 
karman.Brovi climbed to the hair and again stood up against

eyes.

   - I am ashamed of you, comrades, - announced
he said.

   - He is ashamed of us! - Lidin and reared.

   - Yes, shame. I understand, it was unexpected and ... 
humanly frightening ... 

   - Yes, you can imagine - said Lidin, what would happen if at 
least one fly in the fall Earth's atmosphere?


   - You know how they reproduce? -
asked the navigator.

   - I know. Seen. It's all nonsense .- Malyshev
stepped over the suit and sat in kreslo.Vyslushayte menya.Zhizn 
with Cosmos is sometimes hostile to terrestrial life, it's 
true. It would be foolish to otritsat.Esli flies threatened

sludge at least to human health, I would be the first
demanded to withdraw the ship away from the Earth and blow 
flies ego.No neopasny.Nebelkovaya life can not - can not you 
understand? - Threaten the life of the protein. It amazes me

Your neosvedomlennost.I your excuse, nervousness.

   - The least your negligence - stubbornly
Lidin said - and they breed in the world.
They will devour the whole atmosphere.

   Malyshev snapped his fingers contemptuously.

   - Here, - he said .- Let them even breed in the world, and I 
take two days withdraw twenty-two race nitrogen-oxygen viruses 
that destroy and flies, and controversy, and two hundred and 
twenty generations of offspring. This is the first. And 
secondly, we have tried and lethal, and Books, and petronal, 
and something to.No I am sure that effective against our flies 
would simply drool. 

   Tummer laughed.

   - God knows what you are saying - grumbled Stankiewicz.

   - Well, do not drool, of course, but plain water.
Common aqua distillate. I am confident
this.

   Malyshev swept mezhplanetnikov triumphant glance. All were 
silent. 

   - But at least you know what
we were lucky? - He asked.

   - No - said Stankiewicz .- yet.

   - No? Well, - said the Kid .- First, in our hands - he 
patted himself on the affordable - unique specimens nonprotein 
nonprotein suschestv.Do still life reproduce only 
iskusstvenno.Ponimaete? Ve-ry happy. In the vtoryh.Predstavte 
Plant yourself without a car and kotlov.Gigantskie Insectarium, 
in short with incredible speed multiply and evolve billions of 
our flies. Raw materials - vozduh.Sotni tons of inorganic fiber 
in high-grade den.Bumaga, tissue cover ... And you say - in a 
reactor. 

   Biologist stopped, pulled the plastic
box and brought it to his ear.

   - Buzz - he said most unique .-
beings. Rare ... Rare.

   His eyes suddenly widened, his face appeared confused.

   - My snail - he said and rushed out
cuttings.

   Mezhplanetniki looked at each other.

   - Biology - the queen of sciences, flight engineer, said 
Tummer. 

   - I know a lot about the non-protein life! -
Lidin said with disgust.

   The captain stood up.

   - All's well that ends well, "he said, not looking at 
Tummera .- If I anyone else ever going to be talking

about a threat from outer space ... Who's watch?

   Viktor Borisovich glanced at his watch. <Mom
mine - he thought - not yet ended, my
watch! Really took only three hours?>

   Replaced with a watch, he went to Malyshev.
Biologist mournfully sighing over a glass bottomed ballona.Vo 
time vacuum cleaning internal pressure and blew the cylinder and

titanianskuyu snail and pieces dried space of slug prisohli to 
the walls and ceiling of the cabin.


   - It was such an instance, - plaintive
Malyshev said, - a copy!

   - But now you have the flies - said
navigator .- And the next flight, I bring you
another sliznyaka.Poydemte in sickbay and show me what's up 
with mikrotomom.Ponimaete, We have not had to use it.


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