Billendon in a trice has understood, about what there is a speech.
- That-ak! - he has spoken, ceasing to chew. - well, also what the theory will tell?
- I beat in it lomikom, - otpechal Yards, - and you, of course, thrashed a sledge hammer?
- Lift above - a log! - Billendon already gloomy has told. - also what?
- And the same!. I uniform taran have built, belaboured that there are forces -
And a sound, as in cotton wool!. Well, and then has, of course, got accustomed, has understood that to
The door in general cannot touch: as try, there is a backlash...
- Yes, approximately in micron...
- If it was any transparent covering, start up more strongly
Strong, it all the same at me would rattle - be healthy!. But it something
- And how you explain to yourselves?.
Billendon has grinned.
- To itself? Very simply. You have heard, how name this house? Speak, sometimes
There are here phantoms. More shortly, a door bewitched. Has understood? Suits?
- Let's get to the bottom, - has told Yards. - the transformer and a cable piece is for
The beginnings...
Billendon only a hand has waved.
- Do that you want. But, chur not to stir!. They were accepted to coffee.
So this day rich with events has begun in small town behind hills.
Soon Billendon and Yards have sat down for work, and a little later in a workshop
The first visitor has visited.