Bulls has gone to a wardroom. There were Jurkovsky, Dauge and Spitsyn.
Ioganych crept on a card of Venus, and Jurkovsky conducted with Spitsyn the fierce polemic which sense of Bulls at first
has not caught. It seemed to it that it is a question of the things inaccessible to its understanding because arguing operated
with formulations from an arsenal tenzornogo calculations and continually brought down against each other citations from
classics that, however, somehow did not bring special clearness. But some remarks were very interesting and unusual, and
in some minutes it sat in an armchair at a bookcase and greedy listened, almost having forgotten about the alarms.
- You with such approach will inevitably become hollow in a bog njutonianstva, the friend, - spoke Jurkovsky. - After all it all
the same what to confirm absoluteness of space. To that you only learnt! - Lorentz's conclusions...
- And it is so much facts, it is so much facts! And you dare to reject it! And when! Almost in hundred years after creation of
the theory of a relativity...
- I am not going to challenge Lorentz's conclusions, - Bogdan has told. - Also do not imagine itself the only thing on the
inspector and the keeper of ideas of old man Einstein. I wish to tell that...
- Let's listen, we will listen! - namely: at a present condition of technics to us it is far even before practical collision with
consequences of the theory of a relativity... In our business, certainly.
- Ah, here is how! - yes, here so.
- Far? - It is far. The space for mezhplanetnika is space.
Homogeneous emptiness.
- Short of meteorites, - without lifting a head, has inserted Dauge.
- Yes, emptiness! I fly about ten years, and never I had to do something in calculations of amendments on the relativity
theory.
They have kept silent, looking against each other, as if cocks before fight.
- And tell, please, - has insinuatingly asked Jurkovsky, - whether you listened to the expedition report to Vejjanu?, - Where? -
To Vejjanu... Did not listen? And for the first time you hear this name? You to me are pity, Bogdan! - And what this such,
really? - Has asked Dauge.