Dauge has sighed a little a little and declared that hopes to live till that time when Venus will transform into a blossoming
garden and in this garden it will be possible to walk without spetskostjumov and without fear to pick up any mean illness.
- In general appointment of the person, - he has added having thought, - to transform any place where his foot, in a
blossoming garden will step. And if we do not live to gardens on Venus our children will live necessarily.
Then its long dispute with Jurkovsky concerning possibilities of transformation of the nature - and first of all atmosphere and a
climate - in scales of the whole planet has followed. And Dauge and Jurkovsky agreed that basically anything impossible in it
is not present, but concerning practical methods have dispersed rather far and hardly was have not quarrelled.
The gorge has terminated suddenly. Rocks-walls have suddenly fallen down and have parted, light of headlights has grown
dim in reddish light of the open sky. Bulls has increased speed. "Boy" has tilted, has dived into last rut, has thundered
caterpillars on stones, and the boundless black plain, equal and smooth, has opened to eyes mezhplanetnikov.
- Desert! - obradovanno has informed Bulls.
- Stop, Alexey! - a voice shivering for excitement has asked Dauge.
"Boy" has stopped. Hasty fastening helmets, mezhplanetniki have rushed to hatches. Bulls left the last.
Yes, mountains have come to an end. The ridge of gear black rocks leaving for horizon, remained behind. Behind ostalsjai
narrow, amazingly equal pass. But that seemed in the beginning desert, again was unexpectedness. Anyway, for Spitsyn,
never seeing deserts. It could not present itself(himself) desert without red and black sand, barkhans. Before "Boy" it was
spread equal, as a table, a black surface on which foggy streams of the smallest black dust promptly rushed. Far at the
horizon tightened reddish dymkoj, thin, gracefully bent shades, as if the giant snakes who have risen on tails slowly moved.
And over all it is the orange-red vault of heaven covered in chaotic weight of dark-purple clouds, at reckless speed sliding
towards to "Boy".