Everything, - Ezra has told and has switched off the screen.
Kostja has dexterously gone down on a floor.
The axis can to be held any more, - he has told. - Undress, I begin reception.
What is? - Has asked Jurkovsky.
Kostja has got from under the panel a box with pills.
odolzhajtes, - he has told. Is, of course, not chocolate, but it is more useful.
Ezra has approached and silently took two pills. One it has stretched Jure. JUra has irresolutely looked on Jurkovsky.
I ask, what is it? - have repeated Jurkovsky.
Scale-radio phage, - has explained Kostja. He has looked back on Juru. - Eat, eat, the young man, - has told it. - you have
now received four X-rays, and with it it is necessary to be considered.
Yes, - has told Jurkovsky. - it is true.
He has given a hand to a box. JUra has put a pill in a mouth. The pill was very bitter.
So than we can help the general inspector? Kostja has enquired, hiding a box back under the panel.
Actually, I wanted... e-e... To be present at experiment, - has told Jurkovsky, - well, and at the same time... e-e... To find out
position at station... Needs of workers... Complaints at last... What? Here I see, the laboratory is badly protected from
radiations... Closely. Bad automation, the out-of-date equipment... What? Kostja has told with a sigh: - Yes, it is the truth, the
truth bitter, as scale-radio phage. But if you ask me, on what I complain, I will be compelled to answer you that I on what do
not complain. Certainly, complaints are. How in this world it is possible without complaints? But it not our complaints, is
complaints to us. Also agree that will be ridiculous, if I to you, to the general inspector, I will begin to tell, for what complain of
us.
By the way, you do not wish to eat? It is very good that you do not want. Try to look for something edible in our cellar... The
Nearest food tanker will come tonight or tomorrow afternoon, and it, believe to me, very sadly because physicists have got
used to eat every day, and no errors of supply can disaccustom them to it. Well, and if you seriously wish to learn my opinion
on complaints I will tell to you all shortly and clearly, as to the beloved: these diplomaed which-kakery of our expensive
MUKSa always complain of something. If we work quickly they complain that we work quickly and quickly we wear out
precious, it unique, the equipment that at all of us burns and that they are not in time. And if we work slowly... However, what
I speak? Yet there was no such original which would complain that we work slowly. By the way, Vladimir Sergeevich, you
were the decent planetologist, we all studied under your magnificent books and reports everyone there! For what you have
got in MUKS moreover were engaged in general inspection? Jurkovsky dizzily looked at Kostju. JUra all was compressed,
expecting that the thunder-storm just about will burst. Ezra stood and absolutely indifferently blinked yellow cow eyelashes.