Jurkovsky bormochet: - Listen, Alexey... In case I all the same will not reach... About a riddle of Tahmasiba, about the Red
ring... I think... I am assured... These are bacteria. Colonies of bacteria. But not our bacteria. Other life...
Not albuminous life. Live at the expense of radiations. Absorb radioactive radiations and live at the expense of their energy...
You Hear, Bulls? Yes-yes, he hears. "Bacteria and radiations..." But it to what. Water, instead of bacteria is necessary.
- They gather round a place where there should be a nuclear explosion, - continues Jurkovsky. - gather in a ring... The Red
ring... Also wait.
"Boy" has got on such place. And under it explosion. Underground nuclear explosion.
And they feel, where there should be an explosion, gather and wait... Disintegration Products are very active... They regale...
You Hear? I am almost assured...
Yes, Bulls hears. It goes along a stony ridge and all hears. But at first water is necessary. Where at last gorge? Should be
somewhere here...
- Transfer to everything that were afraid of the Red ring. Where the Red ring, there underground explosion. You will transfer?
You hear? - Yes-yes, I will transfer... Itself you will transfer!.
The step, two... Ten... Fifteen...
For the sixth days they have approached to gorge. An input have found not at once. Bulls, having left Jurkovsky and Dauge
about a stone wall, long wandered in search of pass, some times lost memory, found out itself suddenly lying on sand and
licking internal walls of a helmet the rough language which has lost sensitivity. The black failure has grown with prickles,
looked ominously in red light of the fiery sky. Bulls has returned to Jurkovsky, has charged with Dauge itself, has gone along
a wall and has fallen down at the input in gorge.
The consciousness slid, flew and disappeared, as flaws, and through curling dregs he heard, how Jurkovsky hoarsely cried
out, swallowing slova: - Mean! We still will return... We Will come here! For our death, for torments...