As in drawing which he somehow had to see in the historical novel about Atlantis... The Black storm has then flown, has
destroyed the arch; the arch has failed, has failed between columns. All was lost, and among desert there was only a wood
of silent black smooth columns...
Bulls has suddenly jumped, has seized for the automatic machine. It seemed to it that because of the nearest column the
huge dark person by growth about the house and gauging was silently put forward, getting accustomed. No, it simply
boulder. Boulders amazed with fancifulness of forms. Having calmed down, he has begun to examine the relatives, finding
familiar outlines. Here a sleeping lion; a laughing physiognomy in a cap; a huge toad; something in general not clear with
horns and goggle eyes... The Stone jungle led the motionless drowsy life. Quietly, so that it was imperceptible, breathed,
shaking the sides, the stood strange animals, glanced furtively from under the heavy screwed up eyelids at newcomers from
other world. Tigers, pangolins, dragons - the stone population stone venerianskogo woods.
Bulls has thought that this country all the same is very poor a life. On the Earth in desert you will see a snake, a scorpion, a
spider-phalanx; on the brink of desert - sajgu... And here? However, on a bog of a life it is a lot of, even too, perhaps, but in
mountains and in desert - only the rigid prickles growing directly from a stone... When "Boy" still got out of a mountain ring
about a bog, to Bykovu has seemed that any prompt shade has slipped along a wall and has disappeared in prickly thickets.
But it, probably, an optical illusion... Godforsaken places...
Bulls were recollected by a green carpet of the spring grass, the hung branches karagachej, white pise-walled small houses
of suburbs, water murmur in aryke - has sighed sadly: the Earth, the Earth...
In the distance because of a boulder the black figure has jumped out - come back! Bulls has risen in all growth, looking
narrowly. Someone slowly went, swinging hands to keep balance. Here has stumbled, has not fallen nearly, in ear-phones of
Bykova the voice has poorly squeaked. Jurkovsky! It is devilishly pleasant to see the person on this stone cemetery. Goes,
does not hurry up, and a voice angry - it is visible, the road is not present... Has badly put, it is necessary to tear rocks...