Porridge, - the third has told. - we are not able to be at war.
The roar of motors has approached, by slowly and two tanks have uncertainly crept. At the last behind a caterpillar
something was dragged shapeless, stuck round by a dust.
The surprised voice suddenly has told: - Children, and sirens do not howl! All have laughed and have started talking.
Well and pylishcha.
As if the autumn storm has begun.
What we will do, Felix? Hey, the commander! - we will wait, - Felix has quietly told. - the dust will soon sit down.
Really we have got rid of them? - Hey, zagonshchiki, it is a lot of you there have shot? - For a supper will suffice, - someone
from zagonshchikov has told.
They, mean, all have left in cavities.
Here only one has passed. They are afraid of sirens.
The dust slowly settled. The soft circle of the sun became visible, has appeared the violet sky. Then Jura has seen a dead
bloodsucker - possibly, that which has jumped through a body. It rolled on a hill slope, a straight line, as a stick, long,
covered with a red rigid bristle. From a tail to a head it extended, as if a funnel, and Jura examined its mouth, feeling, as on a
back the chill creeps. The mouth was absolutely round, in half-metre in diameter, set by the big flat triangular teeth. To look
at it was toshno. JUra has looked round and has seen that the dust has almost settled and around loads and loads tanks
and kraulerov. People jumped through boards and slowly went uphill to ruins of Old Base. Motors have calmed down. Over a
hill there was a noise of voices, yes poorly crackled it is not known as the set fire bush.
Have gone, - Felix has told.
It has removed a gun from a tourist's fur-tree and has got through a board. JUra has moved was behind it, but Zhilin has
caught it for a sleeve.
Silently, silently, - he has told. - you will go with me, smart guy.
They have got out of the tank and began to rise after Felix. Felix went to the big group of the people, crowding metres in five
below ruins. People have surrounded a cavity - the deep black cave abruptly leaving under ruins. Before an input, having
rested hands against sides, there was a person with a carbine on a neck.