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."He looked at me pitifully, flopped his lips, and went on: how much silk it took for the lining.The gardens had ended by now, the clayey lot that used to be the town dump was under us.And I felt a light breeze.Except there was no wind at all, and suddenly there was a gust and the tumbleweed scattered, and I thought I heard something."Shut up, you bastard!" I said to Tender.No, he couldn't shut himself up.He was on the pockets now.I had no choice."Stop the boot!" I said to Kirill.He braked immediately.Good reflexes, I was proud of him.I took Tender by the shoulder, turned him toward me, and smacked him in the visor.He cracked his nose, poor guy, against the glass, closed his eyes, and shut up.And as soon as he was quiet, I heard it.Trrr, trrr, trrr … Kirill looked over at me, jaws clenched, teeth bared.I motioned for him to be still.God, please be still, don't move a muscle.But he also heard the crackle, and like all greenhorns, he had the urge to do something immediately, anything."Reverse?" he whispered.I shook my head desperately and waved my fist right under his visor—cut it out.Honest to God, with these greenhorns you never know which way to look, at the field or at them.And then I forgot about everything.Over the pile of old refuse, over broken glass and rags, crawled a shimmering, a trembling, sort of like hot air at noon over a tin roof.It crossed over the hillock and moved on and on toward us, right next to the pylon; it hovered for a second over the road—or did I just imagine it?—and slithered into the field, behind the bushes and the rotten fences, back there toward the automobile graveyard.Damn those eggheads! Some thinking to lay the road over the dump! And I had been really sharp myself—what was I thinking of when I raved over their stupid map? "Low speed forward," I said to Kirill."What was that?""The devil knows.It was, and now it's gone.Thank God.And shut up, please, you're not a human being now, do you understand? You are a machine, my steering wheel."I suddenly realized that I was running off at the mouth."Enough.Not another word."I wanted another drink.Let me tell you, these diving suits were nonsense.I lived through so much without a damn suit and will live through so much more, but without a big glug at a moment like this—well, enough of that!The breeze seemed to have died down and I didn't hear anything bad.The only sound was the calm, sleepy hum of the motor.It was very sunny and it was hot.There was a haze over the garage.Everything seemed all right, the pylons sailed past, one after the other, Tender was quiet, Kirill was quiet.The greenhorns were getting a little polish.Don't worry, fellows, you can breathe in the Zone, too, if you know what you're about.We got to Pylon 27; the metal sign had a red circle with the number 27 in it.Kirill looked at me, I nodded, and our boot stopped moving.The blossoms had fallen off and it was the time for berries.Now the most important thing for us was total calm.There was no rush.The wind was gone, the visibility good.It was as smooth as silk.I could see the ditch where Slimy had kicked off.There was something colored in it—maybe his clothes.He was a lousy guy, God rest his soul.Greedy, stupid, and dirty.Just the type to get mixed up with Buzzard Burbridge.Buzzard sees them coming a mile away and gets his claws into them.In general, the Zone doesn't ask who the good guys are and who the bad ones are.So thanks to you, Slimy.You were a damned fool, and no one remembers your real name, but at least you showed the smart people where not to step … Of course, our best bet would have been to get onto the asphalt.The asphalt is smooth and you can see what's on it, and I know that crack well.I just didn't like the looks of those two hillocks! A straight line to the asphalt led right between them.There they were, smirking and waiting.Nope, I won't go between them.A stalker commandment states that there should be at least a hundred feet of clear space either on your left or your right.So, we can go over the left hillock.Of course, I didn't know what was on the other side.There didn't seem to be anything on the map, but who trusts maps?"Listen, Red," whispered Kirill, "why don't we jump over? Twenty yards up and then straight down, and we're right by the garage.Huh?""Shut up, you jerk," I said."Don't bother me."He wants to go up.And what if something gets you at twenty yards? They'll never find all your bones.Or maybe the mosquito mange would appear somewhere around here, then there wouldn't even be a little damp spot left of you.I've had it up to here with these risk-takers.He can't wait: let's jump, he says.It was clear how to get to the hillock.And then we'd stay there for a bit and think about the next move.I pulled out a handful of nuts and bolts from my pocket.I held them in my palm and showed them to Kirill."Do you remember the story of Hansel and Gretel? Studied it in school? Well, we're going to do it in reverse.Watch!" I threw the first nut.Not far, just like I wanted, about ten yards.The nut got there safely."Did you see that?""So?" he said."Not 'so.' I asked if you saw it?""I saw it.""Now drive the boot at the lowest speed over to the nut and stop two feet away from it.Got it?""Got it.Are you looking for graviconcentrates?""I'm looking for what I should be looking for.Wait, I'll throw another one.Watch where it goes and don't take your eyes off it again."The second nut also went fine and landed next to the first one."Let's go."He started the boot.His face was calm and clear.Obviously he understood.They're all like that, the eggheads, the most important thing for them is to find a name for things.Until he had come up with a name, he was too pathetic to look at—a real idiot.But now that he had some label like graviconcentrate, he thought that he understood everything and life was a breeze.We passed the first nut, and the second, and a third.Tender was sighing and shifting from foot to foot and yawning nervously—he was feeling trapped, poor fellow.It would do him good.He'd knock off ten pounds today, this was better than any diet.I threw a fourth nut.There was something wrong with its trajectory.I couldn't explain what was wrong, but I sensed that it wasn't right.I grabbed Kirill's hand."Hold it," I said."Don't move an inch."I picked up another one and threw it higher and further.There it was, the mosquito mange! The nut flew up normally and seemed to be dropping normally, but halfway down it was as if something pulled it to the side, and pulled it so hard that when it landed it disappeared into the clay."Did you see that?" I whispered."Only in the movies." He was straining to see and I was afraid he'd fall out of the boot."Throw another one, huh?"It was funny and sad.One! As though one would be enough! Oh, science.So I threw eight more nuts and bolts until I knew the shape of this mange spot.To be honest, I could have gotten by with seven, but I threw one just for him smack into the middle, so that he could enjoy his concentrate.It crashed into the clay like it was a ten-pound weight instead of a bolt.It crashed and left a hole in the clay.He grunted with pleasure."OK," I said, "we had our fun, now let's go.Watch closely.I'm throwing out a pathfinder, don't take your eyes off it."So we got around the mosquito mange spot and got up on the hillock.It was so small that it looked like a cat turd.I had never even noticed it before.We hovered over the hillock.The asphalt was less than twenty feet away.It was clear [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]