The message from group rema zheltuhina. He while in general has met nobody.
He from the dump also swears delight in the near future to define an index of a local civilisation to within the second sign. I try
to imagine this dump - huge, without the beginning and endlessly, filled up the half-world. At me the mood spoils, and I cease
to think of it.
The mimikridnyj overalls work unsatisfactorily. The protective colouring corresponding to a background, is shown on
mimikride with a delay for five minutes, and sometimes and not shown at all, and instead of it arise surprising beauty and
brightness of a stain of the purest spectral colours. It seems, here in atmosphere there is something such that confuses
adjusted himizm this substance. Experts of the commission on the camouflage technics have refused hope to debug overalls
work distantsionno. They make to me recommendations how to make adjustment on a place. I follow these
recommendations therefore my overalls are disadjusted now definitively.
The message from group espady. Apparently, at disembarkation in a fog they have missed on some kilometres: neither the
cultivated fields, nor the settlements noticed from an orbit, they do not observe. Observe ocean and the coast covered of
kilometre width with a strip of a black scab - it is similar, the fallen asleep black oil. At me the mood again spoils.
Experts kategorichkski protest against the decision espady completely to disconnect a camouflage. Small, but noisy
skandalchik on air. Notorious human technics! Ridiculously.
On it there are no overalls, and there is no on it a heavy helmet with converters though all it for it has been specially
prepared. He has refused all it, as usually, without ob - jasnenija the reasons.
He runs on the semierased axial line of the prospectus waddlingly, slightly bringing hind legs as it is done sometimes by our
dogs, thick, shaggy, with the huge round head as always turned to the left so the right eye he looks strictly forward, and Left
as if would be mown on me. He does not pay attention to a dragon at all, as well as on mosquitoes, and here its rats interest,
but only from the gastronomic point of view. However, now it is full.
It seems to me, it has already drawn for itself(himself) some conclusions and concerning a city, and, probably, concerning all
this planet. It has indifferently evaded from survey of splendidly remained private residence in the seventh quarter, absolutely
inappropriate beauty and elegance among peeled by time blind, grown wild polzunom buildings. It only has fastidiously sniffed
at two-metre wheels of a military armoured vehicle, is shrill and is fresh stinking of gasoline, semiburied under ruins of the
failed wall, and he without any curiosity observed of mad dancing recent the poor creature-native which has jumped out on
us, ringing jingles, grimacing, all in fluttering multi-coloured whether a tatter, whether tapes. All these strangenesses of
ShCheknu are indifferent, he for some reason did not wish to allocate them from the general background of accident though
first, on the first kilometres of a way, it has been obviously raised, searched for something, constantly breaking a movement
order, something sniffed up, sniffing and otplevyvajas, muttering illegibly in the language...
-- And here something brand new. - I speak.
It something like a cabin of an ionic shower - metre cylinder in height in two and metre in diameter from a translucent material
similar to amber. The oval door in all its height is open. It seems that once this cabin stood vertically, and have then enclosed
under it sideways an explosive charge, and now it has strongly tilted, so the edge of its bottom has risen together with the
layer which has grown to it of asphalt and the clay earth. In the rest it has not suffered, yes there in it and there was nothing
to suffer - inside it was empty, as an empty glass.