Yesterday one truck has come off highway, - someone has told behind the back of Kondratyev.
It because the power control is removed. Dig new floors.
It so. All the same, I do not love these rhinoceroses.
Anything, we will soon finish the multilayered conveyor then the highway can be closed.
For a long time it is time...
One more verandah with little tables has ahead seemed.
Lesha! Leshka! - have shouted from one of little tables and have waved with a hand.
The guy and the young woman ahead of Kondratyev too have waved hands, have passed to a slow tape and have come
off on a grass opposite to a verandah. And some more person have come off there and then. Kondratyev wanted was to
come off too, but has noticed a signpost: "Turn to Yellow Factory - 1 km". And it remained.
It has come off at turn. Between trunks the rather narrow trampled down path conducting uphill of the big hill was visible. At
top of a hill against the sunset sky outlines of small structures accurately appeared. Kondratyev without hurrying up has
moved on a path, with pleasure feeling underfoot the pliable earth. "And after all during a rain here there should be a dirt", -
he has for some reason thought. In some minutes he has got out on top of a hill and has stopped on the brink of the giant
hollow lasting as it seemed to it, to the horizon.
Contrast between quiet, soft greens under the dark blue evening sky and that has opened in a hollow, was so striking that
Kondratyev has moved back, has narrowed eyes and pomotal a head. At the bottom of a hollow the hell boiled.
The present hell, with ominous sine-white flashes, with the turning orange smoke, the bubbling viscous liquid heated until red.
Something slowly vspuchivalos also was inflated there as a purulent abscess, then burst, spraying and spilling shreds of an
orange flame, was clouded by multi-coloured smokes, proceeded steam, fire and a downpour of sparks and again slowly
vspuchivalos and burst In whirlwinds of the enraged matter shaggy lightnings rushed, arose and monstrous not clear forms
disappeared in a second, tornadoes turned, blue and pink phantoms danced. Long Kondratyev peered as bewitched in this
unusual show. Then it has gradually come to the senses and began to notice and something another.