The Jurkovsky has regained consciousness itself. It has trembled, coming to the senses, fast movement has risen, villages.
Dauge continued to rattle hard.
- "Boy"... Anatoly Borisovich... - has murmured Jurkovsky. - is faster...
Bulls has helped it to rise, and both of them, being unsteady, have gone to cooling down in one hundred metres from them to
a conveyor bulk. Have got over through a wide blackening crack, have run. Jurkovsky with the first has got into the hatch,
but has broken and has stopped near to car, keeping for the reservation and panting.
Bulls has pushed away him and has got.
The hatch was strongly melted off, became oval. The reservation has been still heated, heat got under spetskostjum,
intolerably burning. In a dark caisson of Bulls the switch in vain rummaged and, without having found has lighted a small lamp
on a helmet. It was not possible to open a kessonnuju door.
- Anatoly Borisovich! Companion Ermakov! - in despair he has called and has suddenly understood: it is useless. The
commander was lost.
The explosion temperature was too high, all was melted off. "Boy" some time has been heated until white, and Ermakov
when they left, was without a helmet. There, in the conveyor, all has burnt down. All - and the commander too... The End...
- The hatch, the hatch, more likely, what the hell! - Jurkovsky has crept in a caisson, has rushed to the internal hatch, has
pushed.
It has pulled hard all over, and Bulls has joined it. In vain! Jurkovsky has furiously begun to patter fists.
- It is necessary to cut... - has croaked Bulls.
- Than, Petrovich? Give in the spare hatch, give!.
Bulls has jumped out outside. The second spare hatch which never used, was in a conveyor forage. But, having rounded
the car, he has understood that all was lost. "Boy" has strongly settled in the soil which has softened from temperature and
vplavilsja in it. The hatch has appeared below level of a firm, caked crust, and to reach to it it was impossible. "Boy" has
turned to a dead fortress, unapproachable for survived. Ermakov it is cut off from the world and it is dead. It is dead! The
commander is dead! Bulls has wearily fallen on radiating with the heat, the deformed earth, has brought hands to the person.
Its fingers have buried in a smooth cap of a helmet...