Eat your salad. What Dmitri Alexeyevich is working on brings us closer to the realization of the mankind's age-old dream. You see, everything's all right. You shouldn't have worried. Perhaps our contemporary will break out beyond the Solar system and head for the depths of the Galaxy! Why should he break out of the Solar system and what does he need the Galaxy for? - Are you kidding? - Not at all. I'm admiring the feat of our cosmonauts. Not long ago I would've been happy to fly to Venus. But why Galaxy? You don't understand why man needs to go out of the Solar system? - No, I don't. - You don't? I don't understand it either. It's just narrow-mindedness. I'm not even drinking to that. You're right. It's not narrow-mindedness, it's sober-mindedness. Oh, Nikolai Ivanovich! And I'm backing up Valery Ivanovich. Why Venus? Only the Galaxy! The size of our Galaxy is 100,000 light-years. Tell me, how deep are you going to get in there? For starters, I'd say as deep as 500 light-years. - Not far, just the edge, so to speak. - Precisely. - At what speed? - Close to the speed of light. - The ship's weight? - 100,000 tons. - Fuel? - State of the art. Let's make calculations. Be so kind, give me a napkin. Let's calculate how much fuel you'll need. It was a great idea to throw in the fuel. They seem to be aflame already. They won't be finished soon. We're for the Galaxy! The farther, the better! - Well, how is it? - Great. Why are you staring at me? You're my property now. How do you find me? Could be better. - Was it all right leaving the table? - They're arguing about the Galaxy. What? What is it, my dear? Everything's all right, yes. Thank you. Valery Ivanovich, if they fly a thousand years, how are you going to compute their per diem? He's sending them for 500 light-years. Let him do it. If they're accelerated up to the speed of light... They will turn to elementary particles. Valery Ivanovich, no more questions! Have you finished your calculations? Yes, we have. There you are. For a spaceship weighing 100,000 tons at a speed close to the speed of light to fly over a part of the Galaxy in a reasonable for a human life time, it will take you 10 in the 22nd power tons of the state of the art fuel. For your information: Our planet weighs a little bit less. Bon voyage! When Tsiolkovsky was designing his rocket, some learned skeptics like you sat at the Yar Restaurant and tried to prove on napkins that he was crazy. And yet we fly. - But not to the Galaxy. - Not yet. DAY FOUR (winter) Nothing special happened on that day. We've chosen it because it was a carbon copy of many others like it. I must get up and fix him a breakfast. Breakfast every day, breakfast every day... Oh, how I want to sleep! Why do men eat? It's just that I'm a bad wife. I should repeat it 7 times each morning: "I'm a bad wife, I'm a bad wife, I'm a bad wife." I'm a bad wife. Mitya, are you asleep? He is. I'm getting up! What shall I cook for him? He hates scrambled eggs. I forgot to buy sausage. I'm a bad wife. I'm getting up. Why was it so wonderful to be simply in love? Why does everything change when you become man and wife? I'm sick and tired of those pi mesons! Perhaps I'm a bad physicist. A bad physicist and a bad wife. And what's good about me? All the rest is pretty good, I think. Mitya, get up! It's time. Mitya, you'll be angry again! - I'm awake. - No, you're asleep. No, I'm not. All right, all the rest is fine. Mitya. You must be fed up with eggs? Do you want me to cook something else tomorrow? Yes, buckwheat porridge. I don't know how. - What nonsense! - I've never cooked it. I didn't mean you. Your Ilya is some wise guy. He's no longer mine. - Whose is he now? - No one's. Why is he a wise guy? Mankind gets stupider with each day. I think it's us who's getting stupider with each day. We don't go ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Зови меня Джинн на английском - текст Остров на английском - текст Стюарт Литтл 2 на английском - текст Этой ночи жена на английском - текст Говорящая голова на английском |