Gorbovsky has released hands.
It is impossible, - he has told. - it is impossible, darling Robert! Children and mothers with newborns fly only, understand? Only
children and mothers with chest babies.
It too! - Sklyarov has now told. - it too mother! It will have a child... My child! Ask it... It too mother! Gorbovsky have strongly
pushed in a shoulder. It has reeled and has seen, how Sklyarov scaredly moves back, receding, and it silently there is a
small thin woman, surprisingly graceful and harmonous, with a strong grey hair in gold hair and fine, but as if the hardened
person. Gorbovsky has spent a palm on a forehead and has returned to a gangway.
Now here there were only senior pupils and tutors.
Other adults - fathers and mothers, and those who has brought here the creations, and those who, probably, in the vague,
not realised hope reached for a starprobe vehicle, slowly moved back, parting and breaking into groups. In the hatch, having
placed hands, there was Stanislav Pishta and кричал:Потеснитесь slightly, children! Michael, shout in cabin that have
moved! It is a little more! It was answered with serious nurseries голоса:Некуда more! All very densely stand! And the thick
voice of Persi of Dickson прогудел:Как so is no place? And here here for the panel? Be not afraid, small, a current will not
strike, pass, pass... Both you too... And you, snub-nosed... It is More than life! And you... So... So...
And cold, tinkling, as iron, a voice of Valkenshtejna приговаривал:Потеснитесь, children... Allow to pass... Move, the girl...
Pass, the boy...
Pishta has stood aside, and near to it there was Valkenshtejn with a jacket through a shoulder.
I remain on the Rainbow, - he has told. - you without me, Leonid Andreevich. - its Eyes rummaged on crowd, finding
Gorbovsky has nodded.
The doctor onboard? - He has asked.
Yes, - Mark has answered. - from adults there only the doctor and Dickson.
From the hatch the laughter was suddenly distributed.
Eh you! - with natugoj told a voice of Dickson. - here is how it is necessary...
In the hatch there was Dickson. It has appeared over a head of Pishty, its turned person was sweaty and is bright-crimson.
Hold me, Leonid, - has hissed it. - I now will fall down.
Children laughed loudly. It was valid very ridiculously: the thick flight engineer as a fly, hung on a ceiling, clinging hands and
feet to carbines for cargo fastening. It was heavy and hot; and when Pishta with Gorbovsky have extended it outside and
have put on feet, he has told, it is heavy дыша:Стар. It is old already...
It is guilty blinking, he has had a look at Gorbovsky.