... The Tic... A tic-tic... A tic - it is hardly audible ticked the counter.
The cover komandirskoj turrets has leant back, Ermakov has got out.
- You that do not sleep, night-birds? - He was surprised.
- For you we wait, Anatoly Borisovich.
- Now all to sleep! Through a quarter of hour I will check up.
mezhplanetniki, tired, but happy, being thrown by jokes, have risen on "Hius".
But it was not necessary to sleep. When they, having removed spetskostjumy, have gone to a wardroom hastily to have
supper, Krutikov hastening ahead suddenly has slipped and with scope of villages on a floor.
- Here zlonravija worthy fruits! - has proclaimed Jurkovsky.
- Lines! - the thick navigator has jumped on feet and has smelt a palm. - what... Who has poured here this muck? - To all of
them it was still cheerful.
- Do not dump on others, Mishenka!.
- Ah-ah! Such big, and still...
- What muck? - Wait a moment, companions... - Ermakov has with anxiety told. - That this such, really? The floor in a
wardroom has been covered by a thin film of reddish transparent slime. And only now Bulls were felt by the sharp, unpleasant
smell similar to a stench from decaying fruit. In a throat at it zapershilo. Jurkovsky it is noisy has pulled a nose, has sniffed and
has sneezed.
- Whence this vonishcha? - He has spoken, looking back.
Ermakov has bent down and cautiously took a few slime on a finger in a glove.
mezhplanetniki have puzzly exchanged glances.
- What, actually, happens? - Has asked Dauge impatiently.
- Here, look! - Krutikov has specified in buffet. - both there too! And there! From under leaky covered door of buffet scallops
of any red threads overhung. The big red stain was seen in a corner near a refrigerator.
The plate forgotten on a table has been filled by a rusty shaggy web.
- Mould, whether that? Ermakov, with disgust wiping a finger a handkerchief, has shaken a head.
- We have forgotten about it... - he has murmured.
- And! - Jurkovsky took from a table a plate, has inclined it and with disgust has put. - I understand.