To pomegranate, - he has told loudly.
Firing with small breaks proceeded minutes twenty. JUra saw nothing. It submitted a grenade behind a grenade and has
sweated. Shot from both boards. Felix with a terrible gnash turned a gun on a tourist's fur-tree.
Then have included revuny. Melancholy rough howl has rushed over desert. At Jury zanyli a teeth also was combed heels.
Have ceased to shoot, but it was absolutely impossible to talk.
Quickly dawned. JUra now saw Pathfinders. Almost all of them sat, having nestled a back on boards, having ruffled up,
densely having pulled hoods. At the bottom there were opened plastic boxes with shreds of colour cellophane sticking out of
them, the shot sleeves, empty holders much rolled. Before Juroj on a box Zhilin sat, holding a carbine between knees. On its
open cheeks poorly serebrilas hoarfrost. JUra has risen and has looked at Old Base.
Grey corroded walls, prickly bush, stones. JUra has been disappointed. He expected to see smoking heaps of corpses. Only
having looked narrowly, he has noticed yellowish shchetinistoe the body which has got stuck in a crevice among prickles,
yes on one of domes something is wet and oppositely shone.
JUra has turned and has looked in desert. The desert was grey under the dark-violet sky, covered with grey ripples of
barkhans, dead and boring.
But it is high over equal horizon of Jura has seen a bright yellow strip, klochkovatuju, fragmentary, stretched through all
western part of the sky. The strip quickly spread, grew, was poured by light.
Zagonshchiki go! - someone has shouted is hardly audible in a roar of sirens.
JUra has guessed that the yellow bright strip over horizon is the cloud of a dust lifted by a round-up. The sun rose towards
zagonshchikam, on desert red stains of light have laid down, and the huge yellow cloud clouding horizon was suddenly
shined.
Zagonshchiki, zagonshchiki! - Jura has begun to yell.
All horizon - directly, on the right, at the left - has become covered by black points.
Points appeared, and disappeared, and again appeared on crests of far barkhans. Already it was now visible that tanks and
kraulery go on the maximum speed and everyone drags behind itself(himself) a long curling loop. Along all horizon bright fast
flashes sparkled, and it was not clear - whether these are flashes of shots, whether ruptures of grenades, and can be, the
sun sparkling on windscreens is simple.