Classics of a fantasy

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 managed

to charter the ocean steamship standing in port, to put on it

shareholders – participants of future interplanetary flight and to sail in Silent