- Not-e-et! - it is furious prosipel Jurkovsky.
But they all the same have gone back, and Bulls bore all three automatic machines and conducted Jurkovsky, holding it for
shoulders. Dauge, being unsteady, went in advance, without choosing road, and when it stopped, having nestled to a rock.
Bulls approached to it and pushed in a back. The geologist hardly came off a stone and, stumbling, went further. It seemed
gone blind from weariness, but he the first has noticed a wide black cleft and on the brink of its dimly gleaming automatic
machine Bogdana. Dauge has cried and has fallen to knees, muffledly muttering, tycha a weak hand in a precipice...
When "Boy", heavily rolling over on stones, has crept up to a crack.
Bulls has tied round a steel cable and has gone down downwards. He heard, how above hoarsely calls Jurkovsky: "Bogdan!
Bogdan!." At the bottom of a cleft of Bulls by the light of a small lamp has seen stone heaps, sand, fragments of prickly
branches of an ivy, rubble... He wandered in darkness half an hour, has felt each stone, has examined everyone
treshchinku... Bogdana was not. It had enough forces to get out of a cleft and to climb in the car. There it has fallen and has
fallen asleep...
Bulls were drunk up by juice, has collected crumbs, has thrown them in a refuse chute. Ermakov did not move. Dauge has
suddenly risen, staring muddy eyes, and has rushed to nemu: - Bogdan! Bogdanych! Was, native! - its voice has fallen, it
somehow has become soft at once, villages, pounding the person both palms. Having kept silent, has spoken: - Forgive,
Anatoly Borisovich... Has seemed, - and has begun to put on a helmet shivering hands.
Ermakov only has looked at it fluently and has turned away.
- We, perhaps, will try once again, Anatoly Borisovich, - has told irresolutely Bulls.
- Yes, - Ermakov has silently stirred lips.
Has passed forty more eight hours, full of limiting pressure, hopes and bitter errors. Searches were vain.
Anything! Any traces. In kilometre radius round "Boy" mezhplanetniki have searched everyone treshchinku. In a cleft near to
which the automatic machine has been found, four times went down. They could not make bolshego, and Jurkovsky deafly
growled, in powerless fury compressing the big hands. If Bogdan was lost at them in the face of, in fight or under a collapse if
they have found at least its body - to it it would be easier.