Loe raamatut: «Classics of a fantasy»
© A. Belyaev, 2019
ISBN 978-5-0050-0883-1
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JUMP TO NOWHERE
PART ONE
JOINT-STOCK COMPANY OF RESCUERS
Chapter 1
THE BIG KNOWLEDGE CAN BE THE CAUSE OF THE BIG TROUBLES
Zander sharply removed the drawing, got up because of a table, walked on
to office. Took out a violin from a case and played. Long, slender fingers
easily and vozdushno danced on a signature stamp. But a melody which took
the violinist from the tool, was not cheerful at all.
“The chief is excited with something! – Vinkler thought, listening from next
rooms to improvisation. – From! How many bitterness! As the violin complains!.”
The complaint turned into indignation, in a violent protest. Sounds accrued,
got stronger and suddenly broke not resolved chord.
“Resolutely, to Zander there was something unusual!” – again thought
Vinkler, drawing a drawing pen a curve.
From an office the fast paces of Zander muffled by a carpet were heard.
– Vinkler, fall here!
Zander sat already at a desk when Vinkler entered.
– You sit down.
Vinkler took seat against Zander. Minute they silently looked the friend on
the friend, as if tried to read something new in the familiar for a long time person.
On the left cheek of Zander the slight scar – an old trace was designated
student’s rapier; a face of the engineer Zander, a face of the artist with big,
pensive eyes, it was more pale than usual.
– Vinkler, how many years we work together?
– Twelve years, mister Zander.
– Yes, twelve. Term is considerable… You were the good assistant,
Vinkler, my right hand, my friend…
– I did not die yet, mister Zander…
Zander frowned:
– We have to leave.
Vinkler hasty lowered a hand in a pocket, took out a tube, filled it
tobacco, lit.
– It why., so unexpectedly?
– I leave. For a long time I leave the homeland, perhaps forever.
– “Mohicans”? – shortly Vinkler asked.
– Yes, they… You believe that I am threatened by an imprisonment, Vinkler? Worse.
Much worse. They came not with a sword, and with gifts.
– “Be afraid of Greeks, the gifts bringing”, – Vinkler nodded. – And
what gifts are?
– They are ready to forget graciously about my dirty blood, – with bitterness
Zander told. – To return me department, it is good to pay my work.
– From means., military department?
– You guessed, Vinkler. They offered me – you understand what means,
when they offer? – to work in military department… Stratospheric
the bombing rockets operated on radio. You heard about them? In
many regions of the country constructions for firing are already built by such
rockets. From these points several minutes it is possible to destroy Paris,
Brussels, Prague, Warsaw hail of explosive and gas rockets. But to them it
it is not enough. They need the “shells without guns” flying for thousands of kilometers. Not
only London, Rome, Naples, Madrid, Moscow, Leningrad, but even
New York, Washington – targets for their new tools of destruction. Capitals,
the industrial cities, ports, airfields of neighboring states are destroyed in
several minutes together with all people. To smother children, to tear to parts
bodies of fathers and mothers – for the sake of what? – here what they offer me,
Vinkler. Whether my teacher Tsiolkovsky thought of it whether I dreamed of it,
having devoted the life to jet engines, rockets, a zvezdoplavaniye?.
For nervousness on a high forehead of Zander small drops of sweat acted.
– And what you answered them? Zander shrugged shoulders:
– If I told them “no”, it is easy to present consequences. If
I would tell “I will think”, at best I would appear now under
arrest…
– And you told “yes”?
– To have an opportunity to run immediately. Today I depart in
Switzerland. I ask you, Vinkler to collect my papers, drawings. Folder number
two – “Pikkolo Rocket”, number seven, number nine…
– And with it as? – Vinkler asked, having nodded on drawings of the rocket.
– Apparently, in any way, – Zander answered. – You know lord Blotton?
For it weeds in a stratosphere on the rocket – only the next hobby
athlete. And it already begins to cool down to this business. Several days to that
back he cabled that he will arrive today, and, as you can see, him
no. And monetary affairs of sir Henry are, apparently, not in brilliant
state. By the way, they to me already put by sight mine “strange communication” with
foreigner.
Vinkler puffed a tube.
– And what you will do in Switzerland?
– To play a violin and to fall in a reverie, – gloomily smiled
Zander. – I have abroad small savings.
– And when you will live them? To play a violin, collecting alms on
to the yards? “Give to professor Zander, the engineer with a world name, one
centime, kind citizens…” Picture, worthy our time.
Zander crackled slender fingers. His head was hung below and below under
weight of these words.
– Well to do, Vinkler? – quietly he asked.
– Something should be thought up, mister Zander. Whole world the day before
revolution, he prepares for war. Now everywhere look at rockets only
from the military point of view. – Vinkler released several puffs and
continued:
– In Switzerland there are many tourists. Tourists go by cars.
Cars demand repair. We will open repair shop.
– We?. Who?
– Yes we: you and I. A surname of Zander – not for a sign repair
workshop. I will open it on the name. “Vinkler and Co”. At me is on
you will accept one sensible fellow – Hans. You will continue the scientific
works, I – to help you and Hans. And we will perfectly live. “Repair
cars, bicycles and kerosene kitchens” is, of course, not so
poetically, as your star sonatas, but is more practical.
– Vinkler, – Zander with emotion told, rising and stretching
hand, – friends are learned in misfortune. Your loving kindness…
Vinkler strong shook hands Zander and, smiling, interrupted his outpourings:
– Heart and other internals is perfect at anything here,
mister Zander. Me only calculation, though not personal directs
character. I believe, this explanation is enough that you in any
degrees did not consider themselves obliged?
In a lobby the call was distributed.
Vinkler left, and in a minute on a threshold of an office high appeared
the slender person of years of thirty in a gray road suit.
– It is possible to enter?
– Sir Henry! – Zander exclaimed. – I am glad to see you.
– Hello, dear Zander. Forgive for a late visit. Affairs
detained. And all affairs eventually come down to money. – It
laughed:
– Money! Fuel of all engines of the world, without excluding also warm. Without
money and to stars not to rise, isn’t that so, dear Zander?
Gestures and Blotton’s movements were easy and free. He conveniently took seat in
chair, crossed the legs, took out tortoise from a side pocket
cigarette case with the platinum monogram and a crown, with dexterity of the conjurer
threw it from a hand in a hand, took out a thin Egyptian cigarette and
lit. Spicy tobacco smoke mixed up with aroma of the strong French
spirits. Blotton brought with himself the atmosphere of carelessness of the spoiled child.
– Exult, Zander. I brought to you a good portion of fuel. I and not
knew that the way to stars lies through an altar.
– What altar? Blotton laughed again, but did not answer a question.
– I think, we will have now means to finish the first stratospheric
rocket.
Zander’s face turned pink.
– I am very glad. But we will build it not here. Today at dawn I
I depart to Switzerland.
– Did not get on with “Mohicans”? – Zander nodded. – Switzerland?.
It, perhaps, better. There to you will work more quietly. I will give you the check
on the Lyons credit. Report the address. At five in the morning I depart to London.
And how your work moved?
Zander developed the drawing and began to explain. Blotton absent-mindedly listened
several minutes, pretending what understands, thanked Zander, left
the check, told several latest sports news and left. Zander
called Vinkler and showed him the check.
– Obviously, lord Blotton managed to receive money under the bride, —
told, smiling, Vinkler.
– How it “under the bride”?
– Recently in Taymsa it was printed about lord Blotton’s engagement with
Ellen Hinton. Ms. Ellen is the niece and the only heir
millionaire lady Hinton. Probably, to Blotton allotted the wide credit.
– And so why he said that the way to stars lies through
altar! – Zander remembered.
– Well, so far we can do without repair shop. It
will replace to us sports vanity of Blotton. It is better for those. Leave, mister
Zander. Now at us work will begin to boil. If only…
– What?
– If only you managed to get out safely. At you the plan is ready
departure? Is not present? It is necessary to help you.
And they were inclined over the map of the country which was once their homeland.
Chapter 2
THE READER GETS ACQUAINTED WITH VENERABLE SOCIETY OF THE LADY HINTON, AND ALSO IS CONVINCED THAT THE CLEVER PERSON AND ON COAST OF THE THAMES CAN FIND THE PLACER
– Whether everything is given? A benedictine for the bishop? Sherribrendi for sir Henry?
White wine? Cheese? Cake? And honey? His Eminence loves honey – food
hermits. There is no honey? – Lady Hinton called.
The girl, the red-cheeked Scotswoman in a gray dress, with white entered
starched apron and in a white lacy headdress, from under which
locks of a thick nutbrown hair were beaten out. In Mary’s hand was crystal
vase with honey.
– You forgot to put honey again, Mary? Mary silently put a vase
and silently came to a table. Hinton carried out it by eyes and translated a look
on a pale face of the niece.
– Why you cut hair, Ellen?
The girl touched slender white fingers with long bright pink
nails the ashy hair falling to cheeks equal waves
waves, and silently told:
– Sir Henry…
– Certainly! – with displeasure the old lady said. – Give me
“air” also take the book.
Lady Hinton embroidered five months with silk and gold flowers and
cherubs on “air” for an altar of church in which prior was
the bishop Iov Weller is a confessor the lady, her old friend and the adviser.
– What time is it now?
– Five minutes to five.
– Read, Ellen.
The niece opened at random Dickens’s volume:
– “Then they only feel in a happy state
the friendly association and mutual goodwill which is
source of the most true, pure pleasure…”
– In the Hyde park again, apparently, a meeting, – interrupted reading lady Hinton,
listening. Shook the head and heaved so a deep sigh that it
the breast which is stirred up under a lilac silk dress touched double
chin.
After this lady Hinton fiercely thrust a needle in an eye of the cherub and
deeply thought.
How many years it wages war, hopeless war over time!
At first against each new pound of weight of a fat body, against everyone
new wrinkle on a face – not without reason she endured three husbands and collected in
the strong hands three states, – and then against that new that
interfered in political, public and private life, up to these
“modern short-haired hair and indecent suits” Ellen.
Lady Hinton considered the Golden Age kind old England of times
the Queen Victoria to whom the lady was a little similar and which
tried to imitate.
The old mansion in West End, against the Hyde park, lady Hinton
turned into fortress – “my house – my fortress”, – in which wanted
to sit out from time pressure. The twentieth century had to come to an end on
threshold. Here everything, beginning from heavy furniture and finishing vital
way and etiquette, was antiquated and pradedovsky times.
Lady Hinton even did not open tightly the closed double glazing in the summer and
forced to lower heavy curtains on windows not to see crowd
the excited people passing in the Hyde park – the favourite place for
meetings. But voices and songs, rumble, and sometimes and dry crash of shots
got through thick walls. At its canneries – inheritance
the second husband – workers striked, and it had to conduct unpleasant
talk with the managing director. To its Fife-au-shreds a political talk was
are expelled as a sign of bad form. And nevertheless it is frequent behind these ceremonious
tea drinking political debates erupted.
Time has come, time conducted the correct siege of the mansion which took cover for
lattice, under old chestnuts and elms.
Time rushed a street rumble, the concerning talk, terrible
news. Neither old servants, nor thick walls, nor double glazing, nor curtains
did not save from time impact.
At lady Hinton the real mania of prosecution began. And
time was a persecutor, the enemy, the murderer…
– Read, Ellen.
But it was not necessary to continue reading. Hours slowly, deafly, as if blows
them reached from a far tower, punched five.
In the doorway silently the old footman in a gray livery with braids appeared.
Deaf aged voice respectfully reported:
– Doctor Mr. Teker.
Lady Hinton frowned. On Thursdays – put Fife-au-shred – house
the doctor had to be at four hours forty five minutes to end
evening visit before arrival of guests. Today the doctor was late for whole
fifteen minutes.
– Ask.
Because of a door the close-cut head with turning gray seemed
temples, then also all figure of the doctor – in black carefully promoted,
tightly the clasped frock coat. A frock coat instead of traditional evening
tuxedo! Lady Hinton forgave such violation of etiquette Tekera only
because he was “the person of other circle”, besides the foreigner, fine
doctor, “victim and refugee of time”. In the homeland he did not get on with “spirit
modern times” which was given for there “true spirit ancient”.
Teker’s face was confused and joyful and uneasy. About ostentatious
confidence it passed space from a door to a tronopodobny chair,
welcomed lady Hinton respectful bow and it is careful as fragile
jewelry, took a thick hand of the patient to probe pulse.
– Said to me that doctors differ in punctuality, and German in
features! – viscously lady Hinton told.
– . Sixty six., sixty seven… – the Ticker counted blows
pulse, looking at a second hand of the pocket watch – Pulse normal.
Forgive, the lady. House circumstances detained me. My wife.,
it was resolved from a burden. Boy. – And Teker’s eyes flashed joy.
– I congratulate, – lady Hinton silently told. – The doctor accepted? At
your wife, so there were two doctors. And at me the attack was nearly played
liver… Medical ethics, however, always for me were unclear.
The ticker shifted from one foot to the other. Internally he was enraged, but
constrained itself, having remembered the newborn: new duties of the father, new
responsibility…
Having set the patient several questions, Teker wanted to leave. But at the lady
Hinton already was on call women’s revenge.
– I hope, the doctor, you will not refuse to remain to Fife-au-shred?
My old friends will gather, – she told with a smile hospitable
hostesses.
The ticker shortly sighed, bowed and took seat on a chair with such look,
as if it was the hot brazier. There came silence.
To interrupt a burdensome pause, the captive of artful hospitality
started talking:
– I read in the newspaper: somehow at the London economic school acted
famous writer. He addressed listeners with such speech:
“Many of the young people sitting here will be killed, others are suffocated
gases, the third will die of hunger. World accident approaches.
The civilization perishes, and there is no exit. It is necessary unless to construct an ark
like Noyev…”
Lady Hinton omitted embroidery on knees. She turned pale, eyes
sparkled anger.
– Spare nerves of your patient, Mr. Teker! The servant entered:
– His Excellency baron Marshal de Terlonzh and his excellency
commerce adviser Mr. Stormer.
Displeasure was replaced on a face of lady Hinton by a habitual mask
courtesies.
Marshal de Terlonzh, the French banker with shadowy past entered,
the title of the baron which profited in the war and bought. To it was under fifty, but
it looked a perfect wreck. Together with it appeared broad-shouldered,
the strong old man with a red face of the butcher. The baron проковылял to a chair,
kissed a hand of the hostess and, strongly stammering, told:
– Allow, e-e-e., to present my kkompanion and Mr. friend
St… St… St…
– Stormer! – the fat man banged, stretching to the shuddered hostess
the spread wide thick fingers.
– His Eminence bishop! – the footman announced.
The bishop Iov Weller, the stout, healthy man with thoroughbred entered
ruddy face. His radiant eyes and juicy lips smiled.
After the bishop professor of philosophy Shnirer seemed. It
puzzly looked round around as if got at the wrong door, smiled as
the child who learned familiar faces and, having given both hands, went to the lady
Hinton.
After mutual greetings all took seat at a tea table. At this moment
at an entrance the beep of the car cried. Lady Hinton discontentedly frowned
– “after all is!.” – and Ellen slightly reddened. She learned beep
blottonovsky car.
In two minutes lord Henry Blotton already entered a drawing room, in black
tuxedo, fashionable vest and tie, sparkling a monocle. It was scented,
it is perfectly shaved.
– I was not late? Hello, aunt! – so he called lady Hinton,
which had the remote relative.
As soon as all took seat at a table, the lady started talking on a favourite subject about
degradation of morals, dissoluteness of youth, modern books, “which
it is impossible to give in hands to the well-educated girl”, about lack of due
respect for authorities and seniors.
– Tell, dear baron, – she addressed the banker, – I heard, you
came to us to extort the English gold? You want to shoal our gold
pool?
The face of the banker warped.
– Хь., хь., хь… I am for this purpose too low-power pump, the lady.
TT., the same success I could shoal the Atlantic Ocean.
Lady Hinton reluctantly received “it the upstart”, but was with it
it is kind at insistance of the legal adviser and managing affairs
Smiggers who ran large business with the banker.
Did not forget lady Hinton as the hospitable hostess, and the old philosopher.
– And where your charming daughter, Mr. Shnirer?
– And? What? – professor as if wakening from a dream asked. – Amelie?
Yes. At a football match! What? Soccer! And? – It plunged into the again
usual contemplate state.
– It is a pity, – lady Hinton stretched though she in soul was glad: it
preferred men’s society, besides in Amelie’s behavior a lot of things
shocked her.
– Doctor Teker told me terrible things, – it continued,
addressing already all and darting a sidelong glance at Teker, – how ours
the famous writer predicted death of a civilization. Really it
perhaps?
The ticker was on thorns. He thought of the wife, of the newborn and
every minute tried to rise, take the leave and leave, but did not decide to make
it.
Shnirer, having heard about the favourite subject, unexpectedly turned from
contemplate Buddha in the ardent speaker.
– Death of a civilization! – he exclaimed, having sparkled eyes, and continued,
increasing tone:
– Yes, the civilization perishes! She is doomed, and she is ruined by the car, it
iron monster. The owner of land becomes the slave to the car. It forces
us, one and all whether we know and whether we want it or not to go
till its ways. Without restraint the rushing chariot drags for itself prostrate
the winner, until he dies… Human beings, so
carefully raised these wild and dangerous animals, woke up and found
in an environment of the new race of iron monsters dominating over them…
Shnirer did not speak any more, and cried out, shaking by the wrinkled fist:
– It is necessary to bridle even stronger science, to detain rationalization,
to clamp the equipment, to suffocate invention, differently death of a civilization and
our death are inevitable… Still a cup of tea, more strong if you allow, —
unexpectedly it finished.
Ellen silently spilled tea, imperceptibly glancing at the groom. But that
was interested in liqueurs more, strenuously adding the bishop whose face
shone light of terrestrial pleasures.
– WW., ffva., are right, professor, – objected the banker, – it is necessary to the technician
to keep in a strong bridle. But civilizations threaten not only машшш.,
cars. There are animals more dangerous, artful and ruthless…
– Communists! – lady Hinton exclaimed.
Precisely December cold blew softly in August. The society which gathered for
table, it was stirred up.
All started talking at once, having forgotten about ethics. Faces were poured by hatred,
rage and fear. The word was pronounced. General disease, which
undermined all, saddened, joy of life poisoned, sang dreadful
dreams, it was called…
Everyone hurried to facilitate the soul, to pour out what overflowed long ago
heart. Spoke differently, but about same: about damned
communists, destroyers of culture and civilization, fanatics. Here was
in total: and revolutions in three states, and “nationalization of women”, and
Komintern, both dumping, and destruction of temples, and hunger…
Never before society of lady Hinton was so unanimously, so sincerely
in expression of feelings and thoughts. Never at a table sounded so harmoniously
the symphony of hatred and bodily fear before close revolution.
“Red animals” – unless not they threaten to take away everything from lady Hinton:
title, power, situation, wealth?
Their propagandists decompose Christ’s herd and threaten with God’s desolation
to temples, starvation to the bishop Iov Weller.
And the philosopher Shnirer – that other, except boundless hatred, he could
to feed “for patrons of the equipment and enthusiasts of industrialization,
forced to serve themselves cars which the teeths tear
human beings also threaten to crush the gear wheels modern
culture”! . When nervousness settled a little, lady Hinton seized
conversation.
– I offered two hundred thousand pounds on fight against them recently, but
it, of course, is not enough. Each of us has to understand that it is better now,
while the getting is good, voluntarily to refuse a part of the property, than
to lose everything.
– I read about “Noah’s Ark” and I believe that the writer quite
in due time raises a question of great importance, – Henry told, reeling up
on a finger a ribbon with a monocle. – When in a number of the countries revolution wins,
won, the truth resisting, quit the stage and as extreme
means, rescue in flight look for. But where to run? Whether is quite
the safe countries on the globe? It is time to think of it.
– Do not accept my words, – the baron told, – for premature
defeatism, panic, disbelief in a victory. With risen we will be
to fight all measures to the death. But success seems to me
problematic. Already now we are anxious with in what business to place ours
capitals, where big guarantee of their safety. However can come
the moment – and it is rather, than it seems to much, – when it is necessary to think already
not so much about the capitals, how many about to.
– And people will rush about here and there, as in the house embraced
flame, – in Shnirere the prophet recovered again. – From the country to the country will be
to run they and everywhere will meet an all-devouring flame, a pernicious flame,
unrestrained and inevitable, as destiny. Also will not save from him the guard,
iron lattices of fencings, thick walls. Everything will die. Everything will turn
in ashes. And we will die. – And, having passed to shrill shout again, Shnirer
finished – And who is guilty? Cars! Proletarians! They! Still cup to tea,
more strong if you allow.
– Strikes began, revolution will finish, – the banker brought a remark.
– Yes this bowl will pass us! – the bishop exclaimed and, having instantly made
pious expression, crossed. – Here really it is time to think about
some., an ark in which with the God’s help could take refuge
righteous persons – color of our civilization and culture. Whether not merciful
the Lord put some idea this, how in times Noyev?
– To construct such “Titanic” – “ark” of modern scale,
equipped with the latest technology? – ironically Henry asked. —
And further? Where you on it will go? To the southern seas? To uninhabited
to the island mislaid in the ocean and not plotted even? Nonsense,
there are no “white spots” on the world map any more. There are no almost such islands. And if
also is, they will be found soon. Construction of “ark” and its departure will not be able
to pass unnoticed. Will find for us, will overtake and will crush as worms,
together with “ark”. Where, at last, a guarantee that it will manage to be completed?
There came silence.
– Really there is no exit? – lady Hinton asked.
– Why is not present? There is a solution, and quite good as it seems to me, – it is quiet
Henry answered. – Here you, mister professor of philosophy, scolded to the technician,
and from the point of view you, of course, are right. But the same equipment can give
for us and an exit to open a way to rescue. We will force the equipment to render to us
this last service, and then I have nothing against if it is
it is destroyed, to your pleasure, professor.
All pricked up the ears, listening. The henry happy with the had effect,
made a pause and slowly continued:
– “Ark” can save not all belonging to our class and
to circle, and only small group of the electees… “Magics to escape yes will escape”
– so, apparently, the milord is told in the writing? So, “ark” can and
it has to be constructed. But “ark” of absolutely special grade which carried away
us far away from this rebellious planet – well, at least for a while, so far
danger will not be eliminated. Or otherwise., forever…
Listeners disappointedly leaned back on backs of chairs, and the bishop,
Henry as dexterous maneuver who apprehended words to distract the general attention from
gloomy thoughts, threw off a fast mask, began to shine and good-natured burst out laughing:
– Perfectly! The ark floating on waves of the radio ocean!
Excellently!
– Yes, on waves of the radio ocean, – Henry seriously answered.
– It could come to mind only to Henry! – respectable exclaimed
the lady not flatter for it tone.
– Least of all in my head, the aunt. I admit, I understand a little in
to the equipment. But you, misters, know that recently I pay a tribute
to interest in stratospheric flights together with my friend the engineer,
large theorist of a zvezdoplavaniye and talented designer Leo
Zander. I just from it… And if you knew about its works, it
achievements…
– But same chimera!
– Imagination!
– And how we will breathe there?
– And what to eat? Air?
– We will stiffen from world cold which will destroy us also soon
and it is right as it will make communism.
– He wants to send us to the sky prematurely!
– And you depart?
Exclamations, jokes, laughter were heard.
– The lady and gentlemen, – Henry was not appeased, – your questions and
exclamations testify only to full yours, to put it mildly
ignorance of a subject. I claim that if you…
But did not listen to it. The nervous tension found a way out. Society
cheered up. Even Shnirer left the gloomy concentration and
opened that in this world, except strong tea and terrible cars, exist
still amazingly pleasant liquids concluded in graceful small bottles, and
the bishop reddened more than ordinary and laughed more loudly, than it was necessary
to it at its dignity.
Lady Hinton was happy and already graciously glanced at Henry,
it is free or involuntarily rendered her service.
– Let’s not be, misters to think of gloomy things, – she told. – God
it is mercy, our people are reasonable, the power in reliable hands, and to us,
I hope, it is not necessary to resort to the air ships and to look for rescue in
similar flight. Why you will not taste this liqueur, the baron?
Henry was angry by a failure of promotion of a zvezdoplavaniye.
He expected to receive several checks for continuation of experiences
Zander.
Lady Hinton seemed she managed what as to the skillful captain, already
to bring the ship out of a strip of the most severe storm, and suddenly flew new:
Stormer who was silent all evening zagromykhat by the thunderous voice:
– And I assure you, the sir, – addressed he Blotton, – that in the southern seas
there will be not one ten more unopened islands. I well know Silent
ocean. In its southeast part, far from main ocean roads, and
now still it is possible to find a silent shelter, – the island which is not put on one
card… But… I am a businessman, the businessman not inclined to panic and
to hysterics. Silly, however, to close eyes to reality. We live
on a volcano. Yes. We with devilish (Hinton shuddered) speed fly in
abyss. I will not list the latest events, they are known to all.
It is necessary to be ready to the worst. Yes. – Everyone it “yes” rattled as
thunderclap. – I speak not about a silly pose a rack. The baron is right. It is necessary to fight
and at the same time to prepare ways of retreat, so far we did not tie hands and
there are capitals.
To construct the huge motor ship. Such “Noah’s Ark” of three hundred
meters and with the displacement of eighty five – hundred thousand tons. So
mechanized that it was possible to manage the minimum quantity
crew – from young people of exclusive classes. Any
the proletarian, because all of them are obvious or our secret enemies. Yes. How many
wars, revolutions will last? Four-five years? We will be able to take
food on six, for eight years. Not to mention an opportunity
replenishments of stocks fishing and hunting on lonely islands. And we
let’s sit out. We will be able to keep thus the life if not the
capitals. I offer, without postponing, to organize the company for
constructions of “Noah’s Ark”. Needless to say that members of this
the companies will be only chosen and all case will be processed in the most strict
to secret. My project does not exclude yours, the sir, – turned Stormer to
To Blotton, having filled on him the red face with goggle rachy
eyes. – He agrees: to open our floating island our enemies nevertheless
will be able. In a zvezdoplavaniye I, unfortunately, understand nothing. But if it
it is feasible why don’t we prepare as a last resort and to
to the last jump – from Earth to abysses of the sky? You will not refuse courtesy,
the sir to acquaint me with your inventor?
If he convinces me that a zvezdoplavaniye not a chimera, I am the first
