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Classics fantasy – 9
A. Belyaev
© A. Belyaev, 2019
ISBN 978-5-0050-1131-2 (т. 9)
ISBN 978-5-0050-0936-4
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THE EARTH BURNS
1
In the Business yard, in a reception of the chairman of VSNKh of the USSR, among visitors there was an elderly person with the face rubbed for years and life and in a shabby coat. Having taken seat in a corner, he sat not movably, expecting when reception begins.
The door of an office opened, and the secretary looked out from there. It eyes recalculated turn of people with portfolios and papers in hands. Several people darted off and approached it. But the person was ahead of all in a shabby coat.
– There will be a people’s commissar soon?
– It has a meeting in Council of People’s Commissars today. To hours to four has to be. On urgent affairs the deputy accepts it.
– I need the people’s commissar – the person impressively told and took seat on a chair with a look: I will die, but I will wait.
At last it entered an office.
– I listen to you – the people’s commissar shortly told.
And the person in a shabby coat started talking. Its surname Mikheyev. He is an inventor. Its specialty – fight against the desert, against the terrible desert approaching the Soviet Union.
He spoke passionately, being confused in words, losing the main idea. The huge amounts of solar energy which during the summer are made and скопляющиеся on the sandy and stony or only poorly covered by vegetation soil, have no other exit, except as on an ispepeleniye next, still live and inhabited lands. The earth burns.