Who it all the same? - The dispatcher through clenched teeth has told.
Soon you learn, - with envy the assistant has answered.
Ducks have unexpectedly risen also a rare flock have rushed off away, very much swinging wings. Clouds have twirled a
funnel, the water and steam tornado has risen from the plain centre. Hills have disappeared, the lake has disappeared, the
uprooted sickly bushes have rushed in clouds of a mad fog. Something huge and dark has flashed for an instant in a curling
haze, something has flashed a scarlet glow, and it was visible, as the hill in the foreground has begun to tremble, vspuchilsja
and has slowly turned over, as a turf layer under a ploughshare of a powerful plough.
Ah-jaj-jaj! - the assistant has spoken, without reducing eyes from the screen.
But he any more did not see anything, except quickly floating white and grey clouds of steam.
When the helicopter has fallen in one hundred metres from edge of a giant funnel, steam already has had time to dissipate. In
the funnel centre the nuclear ship, thick curbstones reaktornyh its rings unusually silly and helplessly lay on one side stuck
out in air. Nearby lay, having buried half in a hot liquid dirt, blued hulks of emergency robots. One of them slowly involved the
mechanical paws under an armour. Over a funnel hot air shivered.
Badly! - someone while they got out of the helicopter has murmured.
Over heads softly proshurshali screws - some more helicopters were carried by in air and have sat down nearby.
Have gone, - the dispatcher has told, and all were pulled behind it.
They have gone down in a funnel. Feet on an ankle left in a hot slippery swill. They have seen not at once the person and
when have seen at once have stopped.
It lay prone, having stretched hands, having buried the person in the wet loosened hot earth and shivered, as from a strong
cold. On it there was the strange suit crumpled as if izzhevannyj, an unusual kind and a colouring, and the person was red, is
bright-red, and he did not hear their steps. And when to it have run up, it has lifted a head, and all have seen his face, white
-blue and dirty, crossed through lips a crimson scar. It seems, this person cried, because its dark blue sunk down eyes
shone, and in these eyes there was a mad pleasure and suffering. It have lifted, having picked up under hands and then he
has started talking.