"Arkady and Boris Strugatsky_Destination Amaltheia" - читать интересную книгу автора (Strugatski Arkady)

"Why feel?" Mollard was surprised. "You tell me how she looks. I
search."
"That's just it," said Yurkovsky. "I wish I knew what she looks like."
Mollard leaned back on the sofa and covered his eyes with his hand.
"Je ne comprends pas," he said plaintively. "I do not
understand. You
don't know what she looks like? Or I don't understand Russian?"
"It's like this, Charles," said Yurkovsky. "She doesn't always look the
same. When she's on the ceiling she's like the ceiling, when she's on the
sofa she's like the sofa. ..."
"And when she's on Gregoire she's like Gregoire," said Mollard. "You
always joke."
"He says the truth," Dauge interfered. "Varya constantly changes
colour. Mimicry it's called. She's jolly good at mimicry."
"Mimicry with swallows?" Mollard asked bitterly.
There was a knock at the door again.
"Come in!" Mollard cried happily.
Entered Zhilin, large, ruddy-cheeked and diffident.
"Sorry to barge in like this, Vladimir Sergeyevich," he began, leaning
forward somewhat.
"O!" Mollard exclaimed, with a flash of his white teeth. He was very
fond of the engineer. "Le petit ingenieur! How's life? Good?"
"Good," said Zhilin.
"How's girls? Good?"
"Good," said Zhilin. It had become routine for him. "Bon"
"Excellent pronunciation," Dauge said enviously. "Incidentally,
Charles, why do you always ask Vanya about girls?"
"I like girls," Mollard said earnestly. "And I always like to know how
they are."
"Bon," said Dauge. "Je vous comprends."
"Vladimir Sergeyevich," Zhilin began again. "The captain sent me., In
forty minutes we'll be at perijovian, on the edge of the exosphere."
Yurkovsky jumped up.
"Splendid," he said.
"If you're, going to observe I'm at your disposal."
"Thanks, Vanya," said Yurkovsky. Then he turned to Dauge. "Well,
Grigory, strike up the march!"
"Watch out, Jupe," said Dauge.
"Les hirondelles, les hirondelles," sang Mollard.
"And I shall go and make dinner. I'm on duty today and I shall make
soup. Do you like soup, Vanya?"
Zhilin had no time to answer because at that moment the ship veered
sharply and he was thrown through the door, only saved from a fall by
catching hold of the jamb at the last second. Yurkovsky stumbled over the
stretched-out feet of Mollard lolling on the sofa, and fell on Dauge. Dauge
grunted.
"Oh," said Yurkovsky. "That was a meteorite!"
"Get off me," said Dauge.

3. The engineer pays tribute to the heroes while the navigator