Heels remains at me. More soon, children, the plane still should depart today back! Charlie and Dik have got on unloading.
From the open hatch to them have transferred on one small box upholstered with strong plywood.
All boxes - to a tower! - the high, thin person in short trousers, dark glasses and a pith helmet has disposed.
It has arrived by the plane and, apparently, was the important person if to judge on respect from which to it Smajers and Ball
Departing, Dik and Charlie heard, how he has told десятнику:Послушайте... As you... Dispose, that boxes put not a stack,
not in a heap, and on one directly on the earth. Understand?. And you, Ball, track it...
Boxes have appeared improbably heavy. Them was much, and on each of them there was number. Some persons assorted
and shifted them so that last numbers have appeared more close to a tower, and initial - further.
After small boxes from the plane have appeared big oblong, then have unloaded huge a dynamo-car and still any
mechanisms in the board lattices filled by a shaving.
All it developed near a tower.
By the evening unloading has terminated, and the plane has departed. The person in a pith helmet remained. He has
captiously examined and has counted the unloaded property, what for has touched some boxes and has disposed to cover
cargo a canvas.
Then, discontentedly grumbling, has approached to lebedke.
You are assured, what it will not break from the base? He angrily has asked Ball.
It is absolutely assured, the general, - has vigorously answered Ball, but when that has left, has addressed with the same
question to the foreman.
Do not worry, Mr. Ball. One and a half ton lebedka will sustain freely.
Consider, - Ball has strictly looked at the foreman: - if though one of these boxes will break... - It has compressed lips, has
turned and has quickly gone to the house.
The week which has passed since that day as the transport plane has landed, was, perhaps, the uneasiest on island.
People slept no more than three - four hours a day. And the person in a pith helmet, appear, did not sleep absolutely. Its
person fitted by a shelled skin, the baked lips, dry furious eyes frightening vision hung over the exhausted people.
"Zhivee!" It was a unique word which they heard in a scorching haze of tropical day and in a stuffy haze of night, at
breakfast and at supper, being bent under weight of mysterious boxes and steel not bending sheets. And everyone
shuddered, having caught this creaking voice deprived of intonations.
People were as if are hypnotised. Dried up by the violent sun, having lost representation about time, they worked, as
ZHivee! - the person in a pith helmet repeated.