Then I hopelessly was late on vahtovyj the bus, daily at five o'clock in the evening lifting observers on duty for mountain for
nightly work on BTA and Tsejsse-1000. When I have approached to the research case, at a stop any more was not usual
seeing off, that is "astronomical" as they were called playfully by the local technical personnel, the wives forming something like
female club and loving, after wires of husbands to stand on pjatachke and to chat about that, about this before deep twilight.
Did not crowd also frequent at this time year of a small group of tourists, at times even here and spending the night in sleeping
bags on asphalt if it was not possible to them to break in the evening bus, and still not losing hope of morning flight and desires
"on a freebie" to take a look at the Biggest Telescope Azimuthal in the world or, at the worst, to reach not less well-known
caves located at the world's end, about the thrown pumping station and in which, on my understanding, was no more exotic,
than in dark, dirty, smelly and wet holes which they from themselves and represented.
Day was not set since the morning. To begin that having woken up about o'clock in the afternoon in the stuffy carriage from
the included heater all alone (Alfir wandered on vicinities, meeting, the idler such, the dawn and breathing fresh mountain air), I
all the same felt broken and not slept after surprisingly dank night on which all extent titanic efforts struggled with the favourite
snow-white astrocount Tsejss-400. Its clockwork has definitively got bad, and I have been compelled, having stuck to an
eyepiece, manually gidirovat a sky site at number Е11 in which so George Konstantinovich and trusted every day, calling from
continent, was interested in a course of supervision and not clear behaviour of our general favourite V633, whose shine in any
way did not wish to keep within classical curves and against which in the Astronomical Year-book till now there was a fat sign on
a question.