JUra pomotal a head.
I do not drink, - he has told.
I tosh do not drink, - the person in a white suit declared and has put a flask back in a pocket. - but I always have whisky in
case who drinks.
JUra has laughed. The person was pleasant to it.
SH-hot, - the person in a white suit has once again told. Is our trouble.
Mesh-zhdunarodni raketodrom in Greenland - and I there merznu. Mesh-zhdunarodni raketodrom in Mirza-Charle - I wet,
sweaty. And? - It is awful hot, - Jura has told.
And where we fly? - The person in a white suit has enquired.
It is necessary for me to Saturn.
O-o! - the person in a white suit has told. - Och-shen young and already to Saturn! Znach-shit, to us vstrech-shatsja and
vstrech-shatsja! It has patted Juru shoulder and has suddenly noticed the police car.
Mesh-zhdunarodni police, - he has told solemnly. - they dolsh-zhny to have all poch-six.
He has important nodded Jure and has gone further. Having overtaken the policeman atomokarom, it was tightened and has
put a forefinger to a temple. Blue helmets over a windscreen simultaneously also have slowly shaken and have again fallen
asleep motionlessly.
JUra has sighed and has slowly gone to hotel. It was necessary to search somewhere for the chief raketodroma. On road it
was empty, and to ask there was nobody. It was possible to ask, of course, policemen, but Jure would not be desirable to
address to them. It was not pleasant to it that they sit so motionlessly. JUra has fleetingly regretted that has not asked about
the chief the person in a white suit, and then has suddenly thought that the tender person on duty for certain should know all
about Mirza-Charle. It even has stopped for a second, but has then gone further. Eventually it is inconvenient to take away
from people so a lot of time. Anything, I learn somewhere, he has thought and has gone faster.
It went on the edge aryka, trying not to leave on the sun, by brightly painted automatic machines with soda water and juice,
by empty benches and chaise lounges, by the small white small houses hidden in a shade of acacias, by the extensive
concreted platforms filled empty atomokarami. Over one of these platforms for some reason there was no awning, and from
the brilliant polished roofs of cars shivering hot air rose.