Olga took up the purse and was surprised, that its temperature was higher than the degrees of ambient temperature of environment.
“Thank you,” she said, barely hearing her voice. She with a firm fake step got out into fresh air. To her breathing something happened – she lost the rhythm of the movement and the sequence of thoughts. She only understood, that it is necessary to get home and there to open this bag. It is not
She was not doubted that she would make the discovery, and it would be a great gift to Dark Ufologists of the country. At the bus stop she sat on the bench, although she knew that it was dirty. The bus was late, and she once again glanced at the purse, which lay on the knees. She touched the lock of the fastener and opened it.
She was throaty with excitement. The clasp is opened. She spread her skirt and, tilting her head, peered inside – a solid sheet of paper of a gray-green colour.
Then she quickly snatched the sheet and was surprised: strange figures, doodles and in a column some figures. She is trembling-thick fingers pushed the sheet back into the bag. “What to do? Home? No – you should go to the center of ufology and ask them to decipher the signs. The only way. Was it really a contact with other civilization. I gave him an injection. My God – this is for the first time in the history of mankind. Nobody will believe.”
Olga cheered up, instantly she became different, confident, and accurately calculated the plan for further action: first to the center, and then the investigation, then the information in the newspapers. “I will not show this sheet to anyone,” she decided. “Only a copy.”
She did so, making a duplicate and calling the suspect of a photographer who has long rubbed the paper between his fingers and looked suspiciously at Olga.
“What kind of paper is this? There is the magnetic layer on it. Where did you get it”?
“You’ll know a lot – you’ll grow old quicker,” blurted out Olga, paying for the work. – Bye!
Olga since the morning did not eat anything and, although in the stomach rumbled, she did not pay attention to it. The search for a cryptographer led her to the Academy of Sciences. A special building where every stone breathes numbers, mysterious equations. She had long to wait until a woman with glasses on the bridge of the nose had not lied to her deciphering or translating scrawls into the human language -a series of figures that did not sae anithing yet. Leaving the building, Olga, overshadowed by a new thought, stopped: the numbers 77, 78 are constantly repeated. “It is years, – decided Olga, – and the dates of some events. Exactly.”
In the library Olga armed herself with a file of newspapers “Pravda”. For several hours she puzzled over the comparison figures and found a regularity and a terrible follow-up to the events: the days of the crashes of test pilots. What is this? Whom should I say? Her head began to split from the stream thoughts that had no end.
– You feel bad? – Olga looked up and saw above herself
a young girl who apparently came to help her, for her strange look.
– No. It’s okay, -Olga did not hear her voice. She began to get ready to go home. She looked at her watch and was surprised. – she stayed in the library for four hours. Horror. – Thank you.
The head continued to think: the last figures were “29, 10, 1988"meant an event that had not yet taken place, but should happen.
Olga knew what no one knew. It was necessary to do, the last step is to warn the pilots of the imminent danger. This led her to the barrier of the military airfield, where stood a number of cars and there was not a single military man. Finally, a man appeared in the flight form.
– Excuse me, please, you could not help me, -said Olga.
– What’s the matter? – asked the military with a look of with confidence.
“Send this note to the Wolf special squad.”
The military read out and being dumbfounded could not open his mouth for a minute.
Returning back to the hotel, Yuri Schaeffer scored the telephone number of colleague Magomed Tolboyev.
– Magomed, hello, old man. When are you flying out?
– Tomorrow.
– I’ll wait for you. There is an important conversation.
Meeting with Scheffer at the airport
– No, you will not go to Baikonur. I was told that there
something must happen, – with horror in the eyes, with alarm
said Lyuba.
“I know,” Magomed laughed off. – There must fly
Buran”, and I will accompany him.
“You mock me?” – A tearing voice. – But you have three children.
“I know,” Magomed said coldly and scornfully. – It will still be.
Luba fell off.
“My God,” she squeezed. – How long can you live in an alive
concerns, doubts. I’m tired. Sometimes I think myself
fly up or something on a fighter to break through your deaf
wall of indifference, so that you feel what awaits you,
alarm.
Little Ruslan ran to his father and grabbed his feet.
“Papa, will you take me with you into space?”
“No, I will not,” his father replied sternly.
– Why? Ruslan asked offendedly, frowning.
“Because you did not eat porridge.”
The boy’s eyes ran.
– Daddy, if I eat the whole pot, you take me right now? Will you?
– Of course.
Ruslan disappeared in an instant. And his mother, forgetting about anxiety, ran after the son – he is more important than all troubles.
“Wait, cosmonaut,” she said, catching up with him at the stove, where the delicate little hands of his son reached for the hot pot.
– Porridge is still hot – you will burn yourself.
Magomed put on his jacket, slipped a cap on his head, said goodby and closed the door behind him – the door of his fortress, where he must return alive and well. “Why then, to the wishes and toasts: “I wish you a soft landing.” Mama never wanted to let me out of the house, but always wanted me to come back. In fate, a person can not intervene, no one, but fate can. My comrade will come home and say “Your husband is no more. Your dad will not come, kid. “This path is akin to the way to Calvary as the heaviest without hope of victory? I talked with wives of dead comrades and I do not want anyone else to repeat it”.
Magomed was clutching the car keys. Now he will go to the airfield. “Stop. And what does Yuri want from me? Scheffer- “I’ll wait for you in a cafe, I need to chat – the topic serious. “About what?”
Autumn. The weather has changed. People are also: hiding in jackets, hats. I wonder what they wore when did not invent fabric – fur, probably. “Fur coat for wives. Grandmother, who every morning showed me off at the bench near the front yard, too, was frightened first frosts and, apparently, could not tear herself away