From them people in spektrolitovyh caps, automatic platform soles, digging units, caterpillar cross-country vehicles with
hermetic cabins have got. People were divided. Eight persons on two cross-country vehicles, gruzhennyh mines, have
moved on the east - to tear rocks, to expand raketodrom, to put additional beacons. They have disappeared in a black fog,
and soon because of horizon the deaf roar has swept, shaggy mushrooms of ruptures have shot up.
Twenty builders under Victor Gajdadymova's command (that built port "Big Syrt" on Mars) have taken seat on the strange
cars and have slowly gone on the south, to a mountain ridge, to plan, clear away, kotlovanit a building site for the future city
-port. In the same direction two have dashed away four-kilometre jumps raketomobilchika with astrobiologists: silvery small
"fleas" promptly also have silently rushed, devouring space with four-kilometre jumps, on searches of the Hot Bog. In each
such "flea", sitting on banks with spirit and formalin, on plastic containers for samples, shivered with excitation of three fans
of extraterrestrial flora and fauna with hungry eyes.
The last it is solid and with advantage we have left, geologists. We knew the own worth. The chief of group Pavel
Nikolaevich Lip has given a command, and, having taken seat in cross-country vehicles, we have gone on the north, to
coast of the Smoky sea, driving before myself herds of multiarmed robots - biped, shestinogih and on caterpillar to a course.
The robots brought on active substances, went the broken chain, on the move sniffing at soil, choosing samples, writing
down, counting up, remembering and from time to time informing us results of the researches. They operated methodically
and confidently, and already it seemed to us that we only will put in suitcases only to put in suitcases ready opening. But in
the Smoky sea there was a hitch.
Robots have faced fields of a damned crimson film which occupies there literally thousand hectares of soil. Radiation has
appeared too strong for the program of robots, and they have jumped out of the Smoky sea as scalded and long stuck out
on a place, has gone crazy moving with feelers. It was necessary to be reconstructed on the move then robots have again
heroically rushed to attack and have brought so much a red film that we did not know, where from it to disappear. To
astrobiologists it has been transferred gratuitously ten tons of this red-lilac rubbish. By the way, it has appeared that our guess
is true: it is valid a colony of the microorganisms using for vital processes energy of radioactive disintegration. Doubtless
gravitation of a red film to the centres of underground explosions is established also. Someone here hopes to adapt it as the
indicator warning about danger. If we knew then! Storm of Golconda has begun. Engines roared, people ran, cross-country
vehicles rushed, lifting clouds of a black dust. Somewhere already quarrelled, someone already tore an aether, warning that
he here not in spillikins to play has arrived, and the senior doctor Leontev already injected to someone aradiatin and angrily
questioned, when there will be the nearest planetolet to the Earth... In some hours of "Hiusy" have departed and have
returned with a reinforcement; after them from crimson clouds cargo rockets-automatic machines, chock-full materials,
devices, the foodstuffs, books, clothes fell down. Hatches opened, on brilliant gangways automatic platform soles slipped,
have run "kibery" all grades - builders, geologists, vzryvniki, navvies, cooks... Small, the soil continuously shivered,
Golconda hooted, the shone dust - and among all it, courageous and severe in the zlatotkanoj to a pyjamas curled, in a
wardroom of "Hiusa" admiral Krutikov, silent and concentrated sat. He drank strong tea with lemon wafers. So there was that
has been named subsequently by the Beginning of Great Storm of Golconda. With each minute the hand of the Person
compressed all black to a drink of Golconda more strong.