The beacon so a beacon, - has responded Dik. - Only not a tower, certainly. What here it is possible burit, think? Mike has
told nothing and only has frowned. But there was no time to deliberate and argue. The heads hastened and were not
considered with what. Work since morning till the night, and frequently and at night, by moonlight and the projectors, the
burning sun, peregretaja musty water in tanks - it was enough to kill in people interest to everything, except a dream and a
cool. In the mornings foremen became exhausted, parting forcibly and lifting deeply sleeping workers. Smajers asked,
ordered, threatened and at last has disposed to establish in each barracks a siren. Exactly in six shrill howl broke people from
beds. In barracks the abuse hung. The soldiers twisting sirens, headlong jumped out outside, escaping from hailstones of
boots, cans and pillows. However delay for work have stopped. The gloomy, grown thin workers dispersed in the places,
and again a roar kamnedrobilok, concrete mixers and trolleys was carried far at ocean.
I, likely, will not sustain longer such race! - Charlie has moaned once, having tumbled down on the trestle bed. - at me a hand
and a foot precisely wadded.
Notice, even fights have stopped.
Dik with surprise has looked on товарища:И the truth... People have really exhausted.
On the eve of New year Ball has said solemn speech, has congratulated workers on a coming holiday and has called them
"for last effort". Thus he has informed that the administration declares on first of January the day off and enters system of
awards since new year. As neither the promised rest and as nor people became indifferent to encouragements was small, the
message it has a little recovered them. Persons have cleared up, jokes, laughter were heard. On thirty first of December work
have ended before dark.
It was the most unusual New Year's holiday in a life of workers. Under the black tropical sky, fanned by a saltish wind of
ocean open spaces, they sat ashore, drank whisky, had a snack delicacies from "gifts of Santa-Klausa" - the American
Santa Claus (the administration has taken care and of it) - and... Were silent. Someone already pohrapyval, some pecked
New year... And without a fur-tree, - Charlie has regretfully told.
How - without a fur-tree, the guy? - Mike has grinned. - and it? They have turned to an openwork bulk, a tower vaguely
darkening at them behind the back.
"Fur-tree" is good! Well, thanks and on that. Charlie has stopped and has reflected.
You that? - Has asked Dik.
So. Has recollected...