Burnt by shattle. Levset Darchev
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Название: Burnt by shattle

Автор: Levset Darchev

Издательство: Издательские решения

Жанр: Мифы. Легенды. Эпос

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isbn: 9785449684042

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      The first selection was 500 people for eight seats, and the second was weaker: only the most confident in themselves, the most purposeful, gave consent. But they were not of the weak.

      Schaeffer

      Scheffer flew on a heavy supersonic bombardment a chisel with a variable geometry of the Tu-22M2 wing. He once upon landing of this aircraft at the White military base under Irkutsk broke the mechanism of release of slats and flaps. At the command post, panic and order -to be tapped: the aircraft with such a malfunction can not sit down. The psychology of the Soviet pilot – how much the country looses, and Schaeffer as a real person takes decision to land the aircraft, despite the danger for life. As a result, he successfully landed an unguided aircraft on the runway. Specialists began to study the method of landing and recognized. that the Sheffer opened a new page in the piloting of high-speed bombers

      A young girl with a white apron with a large pocket took coffee for Magomed and began to return to the counter. Yuri In a low voice, putting a finger to his lips, called out:

      – Nastya!

      Nastya deviated from the route and went to the table were was sitting Yuri.

      – I listen to you, Yuri Petrovich, – with elegant movement her hands removed the hanging hair on the forehead behind her ear.

      “For fun, dear,” Yuri said. – Take a cup of coffee from that young man and bring it here.

      The girl smiled and glanced at Magomed, who pressed his lips slowly to the cup. She returned smiling face to Yuri, appreciating the preaction of the host of the cup.

      “It’s not proper,” said Nastya, still smiling.

      – Oh please. He is some kind of sad and unlike himself – he does not see his friends. Let’s move him.

      The girl got courage and walked to the table of Magomed. She apologized and under a dumbfounded look of Magomed picked up the cup with the coffee and carried away in the other direction, on the line of which he sought Scheffer, who smiled, his mouth wide.

      Magomed laughed too, the first time since morning, stood up and,

      came to him.

      – If Magomed does not go to the mountain, then the mountain should go to Magomed, “said Yuri, rising from his chair to greet. – Meet him, this is a journalist from the ‘Red Star’” – Victor. On his own initiative he conducts an investigation of the series of disasters in our detachment.

      – Tolboyev! – Victor exclaimed, holding out his hand to

      say hello again. – I’ve heard a lot about you: a professional

      on landing aircrafts without an engine!

      “Not only,” -Yura put in, “the conqueror of the sky.” When he flies the aerodynamics is silent…

      On the table, a pack of cigarettes, a pen, papers and two glasses, on the bottom which gleams the rest of the vodka.

      “Do not judge, brother,” said Yuri, when he saw that the eyes of Magomed stopped at the glasses. “I’m tired as hell.” Just flew from distant foreign shores.

      Magomed raised his left hand and turned to him to look at the clock – before departure for Baikonur, is still left half an hour.

      “What do you need from me, Yuri?” Asked Magomed. – I just understand that if an investigation is conducted, it must be carried out special services.

      Generous wrinkles around Yura’s eyes thickened. He exchanged a glance with Victor-

      – Only listen to me, I will speak, – reported Yura. “There’s something unclean, Magomed.” Someone wants to derail -our program for which is spent thirteen years of a huge team. You forgot the poem of Chugovets after Kononenko’s death: “Who’s next?..”. You and I have families – I do not want to perish. – Yuri nervly hit the table with his finger twice.

      There was silence at the table. – You say: just arrived? Asked Magomed.

      “It turned out like an anecdote,” Yura joked and, looking at Victor, asked. – Vitya, you heard an anecdote about long-range aviation pilots?

      – No.

      – So they are given special tablets to give them twenty hours not want to sleep, neither eat nor drink. And later all that overtakes simultaneously.

      Victor chuckled.

      “I hope you’ve already got it all over,” said Magomed.

      “Of course,” said Yura. – True, I have not got home yet.

      – It does not work for you, as in another anecdote about the pilot?

      – asked Magomed, wishing to continue with that to stay

      on a wave of humor.

      Victor still had a smile after Yura’s first joke.

      – Tell me! Victor cheered.

      – The pilot’s wife decided to get rid of a nasty cat, -began Magomed, – put her in a bag and let her go far from home. She did not have time to come home, and the cat was right there. On the next day he took her to work. In the evening the cat returned back. Then she asked her husband-pilot to take her away of the city and descend from the sky. The next day the wife, killed by anxious expectations, complains to the neighbor: “I worry about my husband – the cat returned home, and my husband still no”.

      Three men in the far corner of the cafe laughed so much that they paid attention to themselves. Schaeffer just pretended that laughed, but inside everything shrank from the inevitable expectation of another catastrophe.

      – For me and “yesterday” as “today” – time is so fast flies” Yuri said. – I have a feeling, as if we only yesterday buried the best guys from the detachment who already is nicknamed “The Wolf Pack”: Victor Bukreev, Oleg Kononenko. Do you remember, Magomed, how Igor Wolf at the funeral feast of Oleg said: “I’m sorry, guys: I did not know that I was calling you on death”. – Yura looked at the waiter and made a sign with fingers, which meant – just a little bit of vodka. – “Inevitably Losses”? Yura muttered. – What the heck. Today they are, and tomorrow I am. It is necessary to do something, but I do not know what. Here I have stated my understanding of the matter – I did not sleep all night, drank coffee, smoked cigarettes and wrote. Victor, edit, correct and when you can. Valuable information. When you get the fee a box of cognac from you. Good?

      “Very well,” agreed Victor.

      Scheffer concentrated, strained his eyes and began to read:

      – “The program” Energy – Buran “began with a provocativeAmerican actions on “space racing”. At mid-seventies exploration of the Soviet Union sniffed out some details of the American super-space-based weapons “Space Shuttle”. In the technical description of the shuttle was written that it would have a great opportunity for maneuvering, which will allow him to make a dive from space in Moscow СКАЧАТЬ