This very day the black snowfall has stopped, and there has suddenly come not clear darkness. Crimson clouds have
unexpectedly gone out. Over desert the dead of night has hung. Fields of tarry sand around poorly phosphoresced, from
cracks rose and the blue shone smoke floated downwind.
Works on installation of radio beacons have begun. Worked in the dark, highlighting the small lamps fixed on helmets, or in
beams of projectors of "Boy". It was easy to collect and establish a radio beacon - careful training affected the Seventh
range, - but packing of huge panels of seleno-ceric elements occupied a lot of time. In total it was necessary to unpack, pull
out from the conveyor, to lay and prisypat from above sand of hundred square metres of an elastic thin film. Work was boring
and tiresome. By the end of day people got exhausted and fell to sleep, with a great effort having swallowed on a cup of a
broth with bread.
Geologists and Bulls worked. Ermakov could not move almost and on mnogu hours sat in the conveyor successively,
keeping in contact with "Hiusom", trying to adjust teleinstallation; kept a diary, took readings of express laboratory, worked
over a neighbourhood map of Golconda, accurately putting on nylon strokes and conditional badges black and colour ink;
having pursed grey lips, felt the become flabby wineskins with water and something considered about itself, having covered
eyes reddish centuries. Still in each twenty four hours, five minutes prior to twenty zero-zero on time of "Hiusa", it
extinguished light in the conveyor, got in komandirskuju a turret, nestled close to eyepieces of a range finder and long
without coming off looked at the south.
When packing of "blanket" round the next beacon came to an end, it by means of Bykova crept out outside, checked
installation and itself put it in action. Concerning behaviour Jurkovsky during a demolition work it to the geologist had short,
but a substantial conversation without the witnesses which essence wounded "fop" has transferred rather laconically - "a
tremendous rating". After that Jurkovsky worked as mad, with natugoj cracking jokes and in foggy expressions complaining
of the heads.