"James E. Gunn - Station In Space" - читать интересную книгу автора (Gunn James E)

fighting artificial gravities, testing spacesuits in simulated vacuums, practicing maneuvers in the weightless
condition of free fall.

That was what we lived for.

And we listened to the voice that came to us out of the night:

Twenty-one days. Three weeks. Seems like more. Feel a little sluggish, but there's no room for exercise
in a coffin. The concentrated foods I've been eating are fine, but not for a steady diet. Oh, what I'd give
for a piece of home-baked apple pie!

"The weightlessness got me at first. Felt I was sitting on a ball that was spinning in all directions at once.
Lost my breakfast a couple of times before I learned to stare at one thing. As long as you don't let your
eyes roam, you're okay.

"There's Lake Michigan! My God, but it's blue today! Dazzles the eyes! There's Milwaukee, and how
are the Braves doing? It must be a hot day in Chicago. It's a little muggy up here, too. The water
absorbers must be overloaded. "The air smells funny, but I'm not surprised. I must smell funny, too, after
twenty-one days without a bath. Wish I could have one. There are an awful lot of things I used to take
for granted and suddenly want more thanтАФ

"Forget that, will you? Don't worry about me. I'm fine. I know you're working to get me down. If you
don't succeed, that's okay with me. My life wouldn't just be wasted. I've done what I've always wanted
to do. I'd do it again.
"Too bad, though, that we only had the money for one ship."

And again: "An hour ago, I saw the sun rise over Russia. It looks like any other land from here, green
where it should be green, farther north a sort of mud color, and then white where the snow is still deep.

"Up here, you wonder why we're so different when the land is the same. You think: we're all children of
the same mother planet. Who says we're different?

"Think I'm crazy? Maybe you're right. It doesn't matter much what I say as long as I say something. This
is one time I won't be interrupted. Did any man ever have such an audience?"

No, Rev. Never.

The voice from above, historical now, preserved:

"I guess the gadgets are all right. You slide-rule mechanics! You test-tube artists! You finding what you
want? Getting the dope on cosmic rays, meteoric dust, those islands you could never map, the cloud
formations, wind movements, all the weather data? Hope the telemetering gauges are working. They're
more important than my voice."

I don't think so, Rev. But we got the data. We built some of it into the new ships.Ships, notship, for we
didn't stop with one. Before we were finished, we had two complete three-stagers and a dozen nose
sections.

The voice: "Air's bad tonight. Can't seem to get a full breath. Sticks in the lungs. Doesn't matter, though. I
wish you could all see what I have seen, the vast-spreading universe around Earth, like a bride in a soft