I listen, I listen, - I have with detachment told.
We have gone further. The prospectus Ahead shone. Over houses in sensitive night air, touching roofs, two giant silver
spheres rotated. Music therefrom flew.
Means, they in the House have a wave generator, - I have thought. - it is necessary, to become crazy - the wave generator.
6 All night long I wrote the report, trying to make its convincing, and already in five mornings left the house. A meeting have
appointed on apartment at August, and I wished to get rid of the observer whoever it was. Therefore I took a taxi and have
gone to Southern area. The yesterday's man in the street was not, but any early passer-by has sat down after me in the car,
and it, following in some distance, began to repeat my route. To photograph on such distance it was not meaningful.
The southern area was so great that physically represented an independent city with own enterprises, hospitals and cinemas.
The stodvadtsatietazhnye houses divided by gardens through each six circles, rose on horizon. The morning orange sun was
above them. At tops of pyramids posverkivali communication turrets. Having taxied up to their bottom, I have entered into the
lift and in ten minutes, it has appeared on a platform long-distance aerobusnoj stations.
Immediately before me the person on duty of internal service has grown: - your ticket? - The station-master! - I have
demanded.
The person on duty, probably, has understood, with whom deals, because has immediately whispered something in an
external pocket.
You will wait here? - He has asked.
The person on duty has disappeared. Concrete was damp. There were two empty air buses similar to enormous silver drops.
Started to burn. With pjatisotmetrovoj heights the city tightened by a morning fog, was not looked through.
The sky was drawn by a fiery point - left atmosphere trip lunnik.
Behind me on a wall flaunted, the stereoposter - the young guy, having lifted a helmet guard, walked on red desert. Its
eyebrows have been shifted, unshakable eyes are directed afar. Before it, ridiculously jumping up, trying sand a long beak,
the lapwing was rolled.
The poster urged to work in Arcadys. It was superfluous. Wishing to get in Martian to Arcady sufficed: selected one of ten.
... Then Arcadys I have stayed in this two weeks on base at Dyagilev - right after occurrences peschanok which in a temper
declared reasonable inhabitants of Mars. Bakteriologi, directed to desert to land shtammy for clearing water silicon-
connected, swore that in twenty years in Arcadys there will be a present lake, and through fifty - on all Mars it will be possible
to breathe without a helmet, as that guy on the poster.
Then, in quarantine, I told four days it about the work, they listened, having opened wide mouths, and I envied them: they
were engaged in the big and pure business, they worked in the future of the Earth, I - in its past.