Bulls spent his eyes and, having turned to Jurkovsky, has seen that that tries to snip off the Finnish knife a film piece.
- It is not necessary, Vladimir Sergeevich, what for? We take this piece the manipulator.
Jurkovsky angrily puffed, bossing klinkom. The knife easily entered into elastic weight, but it was closed at once behind it.
The geologist, having grown furious, tore and cut to pieces dense trembling studen. At last it managed to separate a thick
red piece. Has densely tumbled down shone gas. Jurkovsky it was straightened, has rolled away a piece a foot far away - on
black sand the red stain was brightly lighted. Has behind rung out. They have looked back and have seen Dauge which
have fallen down from "Boy". It sat on the earth in a ridiculous pose.
- Ek it... - with disappointment has said Jurkovsky.
Dauge has quickly risen and, having bent, has begun to rummage underfoot - searched for something. Bulls has had time to
notice that fiery feelers have already surrounded the conveyor, having closed by metres in three hundred from it. They have
formed almost correct ring.
"A ring... - has suddenly thought Bulls. - a fiery ring... Where I have heard about a ring?" Dauge already went, dragging by
the ground for a belt a metal tank-container for radioactive samples. Under the arm it held a heavy guard.
- Here a devil! - has with amazement told Jurkovsky.
Bulls has had a look under feet and has seen that the chopped off piece of a film has blurred a star, having thrown out long
thin shoots towards a red carpet. And suddenly he has recollected: "the Red ring! Be protected the Red ring! A riddle of
Tahmasiba..." During this instant the soil has shuddered. Bulls has lost balance and has not fallen nearly. He has seen, how,
dropping all from hands, was tumbled down on the earth Dauge as Jurkovsky, trying to rise, has risen on chetverenki.
In the black sky the dazzling white-dark blue summer lightning has flashed. The second push has thrown Bykova on the
earth. Underfoot has deafeningly burst. Around has roared.