So, Galja sat in the dark, trying not to move, and that cherished various plans to sweep, than one another is more awful,
mentally reproached the distant friends with slowness and indecision when plaintive plaint has suddenly seemed to it
somewhere absolutely nearby. She has listened...
Yes, doubts was not: someone not that sighed, not that groaned, and these sounds reached because of the ridge board
closing the distant end of a pipe. Then Galja has jumped on feet and, having placed hands to keep balance, has run there.
All the same it has some times fallen, and once even has turned over through a head, but eventually has reached a board
and has nestled an ear to a ridge cold surface. Also has now heard a lingering sad sigh.
- Who there? - She has in a low voice called.
There has come silence, then someone has whispered hriplo: - I do not dare to answer. Who asks? - Galja...
- For the first time I hear.
- Galja. So my name is. I the captive.
- You have already built in? It was the strange question, and Galja was not at once what to answer.
- No, in my opinion... I do not know... I in a punishment cell sit.
This time its unknown interlocutor was surprised.
- How - in a punishment cell? Why in a punishment cell? You have hidden? Ran? - On the contrary, me have planted...
- postoj, you from what planet? - From the Earth...
- From the Earth? You from the Earth? About, listen, it is necessary for me to see you! Go here! - Where? - To me, in mate
- Where it? And then, I am locked...
- I will unlock... Be not afraid, now here nobody will glance.
The ridge board was slowly moved apart, and Galja with big simplification has left unsteady prison.
The mate cabin has appeared low and round, as a drum, a premise. Walls on a circle have been filled by cylindrical tanks in
height in the human growth, sticking out of special nests so weigh their ring number reminded the equipped machine-gun
tape. Under a ceiling the enormous black box from which to each tank flexible ribbed hoses lasted hung, and under a box
the small panel with two black and one red button has been established; the punched tape scrap sideways stuck out of a
Galju the unimaginable and disgusting dirt reigning here everywhere has amazed. The floor has been covered by any
decaying garbage and the become limp cigarette stubs. The panel was all sticky and shaggy from the stuck dust, shreds of
the same oily dust stuck out of a crack for a punched tape. Tanks along a wall have been covered careless white potekami,
and nests in which they kept, shone with a crude rust. A mean kind whitish icicles hanged down from hoses and from box
edges, on a ceiling flaunted fat, not less mean kind of a stain. Here again amazingly nasty smelt - rotten stuff, drop, rubbish.
- Means, here you what, inhabitants of the mysterious Earth, - hoarse whisper was distributed. - ridiculous... In a life did not
see such ridiculous beings! And it at such, as you, fifteen billions cells! Well, the worse for you. Now your turn to go on
conveyors Iskusnika Krega, and, maybe, inhabitants of other worlds will sigh more freely...
Galja it was started turning on a place.