Classics of a fantasy. A. Belyaev
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Zander. I already spoke to you about this remarkable person. Modest
the provincial teacher, he managed to rise by “space” height
theoretical thought. This Columbus of the star worlds theoretically planned in
the main all next way of creation of interplanetary messages. Laid
to people road to the sky. In one thousand nine hundred third it published
work in which stated all theoretical calculations of space flights;
but the Russian imperial government helped nothing to it.
– So it is its works stand on the shelf under a portrait?
– Yes. Zander does not leave them.
This day ended with an effective show: from the mountain platform,
turned to the ocean, the first trial was started up in twelve o’clock in the morning
the rocket without people, with recording automatic devices. It had
two meters of height it was also strengthened almost steeply, with an easy inclination in
side of the ocean.
At experience there were Zander, Vinkler, Hans, Blotton and a little
the engineers working with Zander. Approximately a rocket deviation from a vertical
it was almost not noticeable, and Blotton told:
– And suddenly it will fall to us on the head? Zander, smiling, answered:
– It is a lot of years ago, in the seventeenth century, the monk Mersen and
the military Pti conducted such experiment: they delivered to a down vertically as
it seemed to them, and shot, observing whether the kernel on the earth will return. They
several times repeated this dangerous experiment. But as at them it did not appear
there is enough art to force a kernel to hit them directly the head,
they considered themselves to have the right to conclude that it hung in mid-air where and
long time will stay, undoubtedly. Not only at that time, but also now
it is seldom possible to find the gun which is perfectly calibrated for such experience
and it is difficult to establish it absolutely vertically. Well, and now depart.
I launch the rocket.
All departed and became silent waiting. In the dark sky stars flickered.
The new moon shone almost over the head, and it seemed that the rocket
goes to a lunar travel. Burst explosion. Thunder peals,
reflected by rocks, shook air. The fiery strip cut through
space. For a moment the mountain platform as though contacted the sky
golden bridge. Then the comet created by people picked up the tail,
turned into an asterisk and grew dim in height. Zander looked on
the dial of a chronometer and, counting seconds, spoke:
– Upper bound of the troposphere… Went beyond a stratosphere…
Return flight.
Next morning the whole flotilla of motorized vessels was sent for searches
the rocket which fell to the ocean. But Hans as he wanted it, could not
to take part in searches. Having examined several laboratories with Vinkler and
far without having got acquainted with all “shops” of grandiose
“the zvezdo-flight plant”, Finger took away chosen for him by Vinkler
books, a commonplace book, a recording feather also went to the glass
prison where had to spend not one day.
Chapter 9
ON THE EARTH THERE IS NO RESCUE!
– All this is awful! – lady Hinton told. Put finger-tips to
to temples:
– Give me cologne, Ellen!
– Would you like to rub whisky a menthol pencil, lady Hinton? —
doctor Teker asked.
– Does not help! – with irritation lady Hinton answered. – This rolling
will kill me. Why the steamship stands still? When it moves, swings
it is less.
– We have to protect fuel, lady Hinton! – drowsily responded from the
chairs Stormer. – Dead ripple. For hundred miles from us there passed the cyclone…
The baron – that absolutely got sick. Expresses with one interjections.
– I cannot… To me it is bad!. – Ellen squeezed spoke
by voice. Her face became green. It pressed a scarf to a mouth and, convulsively
pulling shoulders, hasty was removed.
– Ah! – it is noisy lady Hinton sighed. – It is heavy to be the exile in ours
years! Without house, a shelter and hopes…
– And I prefer to be an exile, than the decaying corpse. Yes! —
Stormer objected, sucking round pomegranate. – If not mine
foresight, we, likely, would already be production of sepulchral worms.
– Any hair will not fall from the head without God’s will! – instructively
the bishop Iov Weller noticed.
– Why you, the my Lord, did not remain in London, having entrusted
to God’s will your head of hear?
Distorted lady Hinton from such “blasphemous” words. “Demons of war
and revolutions broke from chains” as Shnirer before was was expressed
the rocket is ended and the huge motor ship is constructed. Stormer