- The what impudent fellow, - has muttered Athos. - Aim in a stern, Aramis! Three shells fluent - fire! But it was not necessary
to shoot any more. Rolling engines, the black spaceship continued to gain height, and in its nasal part the hatch has
opened, and from it the long flexible pole on which end the small human figure dangled and turned was put forward.
- Galja... - has dizzily murmured Aramis.
- Galja! - with horror Athos has shouted.
They did not trust the eyes, but it was Galja, their Galja, "a cabbage cabbage stump", the babe, the relative, in tsvetastom
the night dressing gown, bound hand and foot, helpless and inaccessible. The wind ruthlessly wound and shook it, pressed
a wild hair to her face, preventing to look, but she nevertheless has noticed their tank and tonenko has cried choking
goloskom: - That you look?! Athos! Porthos! Aramis! Shoot! Beat them! Beat! Having put out from the hatches, grown dumb
with a grief and horror, they looked, how the black spaceship rises all above and above, turns to a black speck and, at last,
is dissolved in the pink morning sky...
Athos all stood in the hatch, senselessly having stared in pink emptiness over itself when the strong hand has painfully
compressed his shoulder.
- Regain consciousness, - Aramis has rigidly told. - It is necessary to operate.
- But as it...
- It then. And now - on the cosmodrome, quickly! They have dived into hatches and have slammed over itself heavy covers.
With a loud clanking sound from under onboard plates wings were put forward. Second - and the jet plane with a short
fuselage and the wings cut back has flied up over tops of trees smoking after a fire. On highway as an empty shell, there
were caterpillar chassis and the armored skeleton topped with a stocky tower. Also there was Porthos...
6À there was all so. Among night Galju has woken the creaking, any stumbling voice singing a strange song: the Aunt, aunt
Liza-veta! I love you for it, Both for it, and for that...
In, and bole niche thing! At first it seemed to it, as if it is a dream, but she has there and then thought that lies with open eyes.
Then it has sat down and has lowered feet from a bed.
The gravelly voice continued to sing, diligently uttering words: the Nightingale, a nightingale, pta-shech, Kanare-ech
Plaintively sings! Understanding nothing, she has inspected a room and was surprised. It perfectly remembered that has
switched off the TV, but here podi you - the screen has been shined and on it with comic importance and very clumsily the
duckling danced amusing risovannyj. It danced, rearranging long-legged pads in a step to music and wagging with lean
wings, and Galja, despite all surprise, has burst out laughing. Having put feet in shoes, it has run up to the TV and has felt
vernery. Yes, the TV has been switched off. But she has not had time to think of it any more... Through the image on the
screen in a room huge hands in black gloves were pushed. Galja has not had time to gasp, not that to think about
something: hands it is tenacious have seized it for shoulders and have pulled to the screen.
- Help! - she has desperately cried. - mum! Porthos! The screen has approached closely, and it all was compressed,
expecting that will hit a head about glass, but anything similar does not happen, it have dragged through the screen in ice
darkness, have thrown on something smooth and osklizloe, and a deaf furious voice proiznes: - It's done.
Heavy leaving steps were heard, metal click was distributed, and Galja has understood that there was one.