They have shaken each other hands.
I am very grateful to you, - Jura has told.
Well-well, - has told Jurkovsky. - That you, the brother, really. You know, I did not wish you to take. And in vain did not want.
What you to wish at parting? Work more, Jura. Work as hands, work as a head. In particular do not forget to work as a
head. Also remember that the present people are those who thinks of much much. Do not allow to brains to sour. - Jurkovsky
has looked at Juru with familiar expression: as though expected that Jura here now, will immediately change for the better. -
well, go.
JUra has awkwardly bowed and left a wardroom. At doors in cabin he has looked back. Jurkovsky thoughtfully looked to it
following, but, apparently, any more did not see it. JUra has risen in cabin. Michael Antonovich and Bulls talked near a
control panel. When Jura has entered, they have become silent and have looked at it.
So, - has told Bulls. - you are ready, Jury. Ivan, means, you spend him.
Good-bye, - Jura has told. - Thanks.
Bulls silently has stretched it a huge palm.
Big to you thanks, Alexey Petrovich, - has repeated Jura. - And to you, Michael Antonovich.
There is nothing, there is nothing, Jurik, - Michael Antonovich has started talking. - work Happy to you. Necessarily write to
me pismetso. Adresok you have not lost? JUra silently has clapped itself on a breast pocket.
Well, here and well, well, here and perfectly. Write, and if you will want - come. The right, both you will return to the Earth,
and come. At us it is cheerful.
It is a lot of youth. My memoirs you esteem.
JUra has poorly smiled.
Good-bye, - he has told.
Michael Antonovich has waved with a hand, and Bulls has hooted: - Quiet plasma, the trainee.
JUra and Zhilin left cabin. The caisson door has last time opened and closed beyond Juroj.
Farewell, "Tahmasib", - has told Jura.
They have passed on an infinite corridor of an observatory where was hot as in a bath, and left on the second dock deck. At
the opened hatch of the tanker the long-legged red person in unbuttoned kitele with gold buttons and in striped shorts sat on
a small bamboo small bench. Being looked in a small pocket mirror, he combed a hand red whiskers and, having stuck out a
jaw, any Tyrolean motive played the pipe. Having seen Juru and Zhilin, it has hidden a pocket mirror in a pocket and has
risen.