The institute has been constructed on Stounbrjugge - so the place where for the unknown reasons the stone board lying in the basis of local plain, has pushed outside, through thickness of bogs and deposits, a granite hand unusually was called, and five flat hills looked as five turned cups on a dining table plane.
       The institute stood on hills as if ancient hailstones, has been surrounded by huge park which in institute walls turned to the present wood closely rising to laboratories and Kontaktersky Village, and more recently Leicester, the chief of transport service of Contact, swore that, leaving in the morning on jog, has met in wood of a wild boar.
       Here, on border of mysterious contact departments, in a solitude, as well as it is necessary, there was a shabby izba - to wood the rehouse, to children's small town back. Half it has grown into the earth, half - in a wall of a brick fencing, and from one side to it gate with an orange inscription have been hung up: "the International centre of space researches. Zone N 5. Journey is closed". Inside two cyborgs whiled away time behind telemetry of external supervision, sitting in twilight among a luminescence of screens. The signal has hooted, and the voice under a ceiling has said:
       - The fifth zone. At you on the way a Terra-Ettin-junior, number 432112. Identification it is confirmed.
       - We see, we see, - one of cyborgs and has got a cigarette. - look, on a beam the Mad Baby with the jalopy. Now again there will be a circus.
       The horned large object with Erlikonom attached on it has flown by on children's small town to an institute fencing, on a hill with multi-coloured elephants and, having come off it, has soared, as a demon over the guilty earth. The motorcycle has risen vertically, Erlen has valiantly risen in stirrups, and in an instant howl the engine calmed down already on that party the red, decorated formed bas-reliefs of a wall.

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