Is silent. Well, means, does not want. And I will drink, thinks Bulls. Ogo! As I will get drunk! If only not to presoak the
automatic machine. And however, nonsense, after all it is necessary to incline a head... Bulls with force will come across on
ebonitovye tips of thermoses. From a teeth enamel, only a teeth falls off and have kept sensitivity in a caked mouth... Water
disappears at once. There is a fierce pain and still something - dry, dusty, rough - thirst... In thermoses it is almost empty, there
was a lot of chocolate, but it does not satisfy thirst, it sweet, dense, warm... Blood too dense and warm - flows from the
broken lip.
Bulls pinches its language, stumbles, does some wrong moves aside and stops, panting. Jurkovsky lies on his back, having
clasped hands for a neck. Is silent for hours and hours - that to it now to do, the poor creature...
The sky is again shrouded by crimson clouds. The strong wind from the north blows, it helps to go. Clouds has brought from
outside Golconda while Bulls slept. On horizon are wound zmeistye shades of tornadoes - all the same as three weeks ago
when "Boy" quickly rushed across to a wind to Uranium Golconda, towards to  destruction. Now "Boy" it is dead has fallen
asleep, vplavivshis in the glazed over sand, mighty, huge - the smoky reservation a monument of the Great campaign. An
eternal rest its commander has fallen asleep; somewhere Bogdan Spitsyn has found in rocks the strange death... But the
campaign is not terminated yet. It is not terminated! Each time, waking up after a painful dream, Bulls fiercely hated
Jurkovsky. The geologist could not bear a stretcher any more. It all time fell and dropped Dauge. He once again tried to run
in sand. But Jurkovsky it is impossible to lose! With it precious knowledge - knowledge of the person who has studied
approaches to Golconda will be lost. It should reach - this daredevil, the poet and "fop", it will give to people Golconda,
fantastic sandy plains where sand is more expensive some gold, platinum is more expensive... And nevertheless each time,
having woken up before the beginning new pjatnadtsatikilometrovogo transition, Bulls hated it, as enemy.