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Chapter 5. Last Horizon

The day began, like all days in Port Lowell. Jimmy and Gibson had a quiet breakfast. Jimmy did not yet recover from happiness, although at times he fell into despondency at the thought of separation. And Gibson was thinking about whether the Earth had responded to his request. He noticed that something was wrong, only in control. Mrs. Smith, Hadfield's secretary, met him. Usually she would let him go right away, sometimes explaining that Hadfield was terribly busy (for example, talking to Earth), and asked if he would come back later. This time she said: - Excuse me, Mr. Hadfield is not and will not be until tomorrow. - Till tomorrow? Gibson asked. - Left for Schiaparelli? - No. I can not tell you. He will be in a day. - So! Gibson...

Chapter 4. Mars

Two guests now lived in the Bolshaya Martsianskaya hotel, and the staff had to tight. The Ares team settled in private homes, but Jimmy did not know anyone and decided to take advantage of the city’s hospitality. Gibson never decided whether it was good or bad. He did not want to place an extra burden on their beginning friendship; he knew that if Jimmy would see him too often, the results could be the most disastrous. He remembered how his best friend once said: "Martin is a wonderful person if you rarely see him." This was true enough to hurt him, and he did not want to repeat such an experience. Now his life in Port Lowell has entered a rather boring rut. In the morning he worked, in the afternoon he walked and talked with the...

Chapter 3. Wrong Direction

- Have gone crazy! - Norden raged (at that moment he looked like an indignant Viking). “Lord, you can't sit there properly.” Now I’ll connect with the Chief and raise a scandal. “I wouldn’t connect in your place,” said Bradley. - Have you not noticed? The order is not from the Earth, but directly from the Main. Maybe he loves to command, but without reason he does nothing. - Name at least one! Bradley shrugged. “We'll find out soon,” he said.

Chapter 2. Moon

The next few days, Gibson was busy with his affairs and did not take part in the not-rich events of Ares’s public life. His conscience seized him, as always, when he had rested for more than a week, and now he worked hard. He pulled out a typewriter, and she took pride of place in his cabin. Sheets were scattered everywhere — Gibson was not neat — and had to be fastened with straps. Especially a lot of fuss was with a carbon paper - it was pulled into the fan. But Gibson had already settled down in the cabin and famously coped with all the little things. He himself was amazed at how quickly weightlessness becomes life. It turned out that it is very difficult to convey on paper impressions of space. You can’t write “the cosmos is very...

Chapter 1. Earth

“So the first time upstairs?” - asked the pilot, lazily leaned back in his chair and laid his hands behind his head with carelessness, which did not inspire cheerfulness to the passenger. “Yes,” said Martin Gibson, not taking his eyes off the chronometer counting seconds. “So I thought.” You never described it correctly. And why do people write such nonsense! It harms the cause. “Sorry,” Gibson answered. “I think you're talking about my early stories.” There were no space flights then. I had to invent. “Maybe, maybe,” the pilot grumbled. (He didn’t look at the instruments, and there were two minutes left before the launch.) - Probably, it’s fun to fly yourself when you wrote about this so many times? Gibson thought it was unlikely that...

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