Thanks, the cadet, - has told Jurkovsky, has leant back on a chair and has thoughtfully looked at Juru. - you would sit down
yes had a talk with me, the old man, - he has told quietly. - and that in ten minutes will bring radiogramms and again the mess
on all the day will begin. - villages Jura. It was immensely happy. - here recently I spoke about a priority and, apparently, have
a little got excited.
Really, what one name at ocean of human efforts, in storms of human thought, in grandiose inflow and otlivah human reason
means? Here think, Jura, hundreds people in the different ends of the Universe have collected for us the necessary
information, the person on duty on Spu-five, tired, with red eyes from a sleeplessness, accepted and coded it, other persons
on duty programmed transmitting installations, and then still someone will press a starting key, huge reflectors
zavorochajutsja, searching in space for our ship, and the powerful quantum sated with the information, will break from an
edge of the aerial and will direct in emptiness after us...
JUra listened, looking to it in a mouth. Jurkovsky continued: - Captain Bykov, undoubtedly, the rights. Own name on a card
should not mean too much for the present person. To rejoice to the successes it is necessary modestly, in private with itself.
And it is necessary to share with friends only pleasure of search, pleasure of a pursuit and deadly struggle. You know, Jura,
how many people on the Earth? Four billion! And each of them works. Either pursues. Or searches. Or fights to death.
Sometimes I try to imagine all these of four billion simultaneously. Captain Fred Dulitl conducts the passenger liner, and for
hundred megameters to finish the feeding reactor fails, and at Freda Dulitla for five minutes the head grows grey, but he puts
on the big black beret, goes to a wardroom and laughs loudly there with passengers, with those passengers who so and do
not learn anything and in a day will part with raketodroma and will for ever forget even a name of Freda Dulitla. Professor
Kanajama gives all life to creation stereosintetikov, and in one hot crude morning him find dead in an armchair near a
laboratory table and who from hundreds millions which will carry amazingly beautiful and strong clothes from stereosintetikov
professor Kanajama, will recollect his name? And Jury Borodin in extraordinary difficult conditions will erect inhabited domes
on a small stony Yard, and it is possible to be charged that any of the future inhabitants of these inhabited domes never will
hear Jury Borodina's name. And you know, Jura, it is very fair.