Bulls with a reluctance has agreed on a campaign together. The meeting with dragons at all did not smile to it.
Friends wandered about two hours, per ways there was nothing unusual. When have moved to a way back, the Bulls,
resignedly taking down all this time and overbearing tone of Ioganycha, and utter weight of containers, and sensitive
pohlopyvanie on hips of weighty grenades, felt badly.
Screwing up the face from a headache, he went behind widely walking Dauge, inertly trying to arrange more conveniently
heavy cargo behind shoulders. ("Long they still are going to drag the cobble-stones in the car? And there is no place so
already to sleep...") Hurt the eyes. The rocks which have bothered to a toothache, a heap of boulders, a smoky veil in the
north around shook... "I fall ill, perhaps", - he has indifferently thought. It wanted to lay down and close eyes. Bu-bu-bu, -
Golconda habitually, drowsily hooted.
- Here again! - Golos Dauge has forced it to regain consciousness. - to what I do not like such formations! They stood on the
brink of an extensive funnel. In the heart of it the bottomless hole blackened, from it is far in the parties cracks crept away.
- Look, how funnel edges were melted off, - told Dauge. - Terrible temperature - thousand degrees! - underground explosion?
- Has inertly asked Bulls, feeling, as at it language is braided. ("It is bad... It is necessary more likely in the car, to sleep...") -
Underground nuclear explosion... - Dauge has added something in a whisper in Latvian. - I at all do not like such formations.
I do not like colour of soil.
All has been around covered as if by red touch.
- Here all red. Red and black... - Bulls were recollected by Bogdana. - we Will go, Dauge. I am very tired.
They have made some steps, and suddenly Dauge has cried, wildly and unexpectedly. Bulls has come to the senses and
has twirled on a place, bormocha: - That? Where?.
- To pomegranate! To a pomegranate, Alexey! - Dauge shouted, shaking it for shoulders. - is faster, faster! Bulls has pulled
out a grenade, still without understanding, where it to throw. And Dauge, having put the automatic machine to a stomach,
has begun to scorch before itself.