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.The engineer hemmed and hawed."It's like this, Dr.Ermolov," he said, choosing his words carefully."I wanted to talk to you about your internRuzhena Mirakova.""What about her?""She's working at night.""On what?""I don't know, I just know she's working at night.I was on duty last night and going down the hall.I saw alight on in 108.I rattled the doorknob.It was locked.I knocked, no one answered.Suddenly Mirakovaappeared.It was so sudden that, to tell you the truth, she scared me.'What are you doing?' I ask.'Working,' she says.'I have an experiment I can't leave.' 'What kind of an experiment at two in themorning?' I ask.That's how it is,' she says.You have to set her straight.And if she really needs to worknights, then she should get a pass from the administration." "Hold on, Pavel," Ermolov interrupted the old man."You're mixed up here.Room 108 isn't Mirakova's lab.That's what's-his-name's, Arefyev's.He's on vacation.""All the more reason.And I'm telling you, that girl is strange.There's something weird about her."The old man waved his fingers in the air, trying to make his feelings clearer."Just a minute," Ermolov said, turning in his chair.He reached for one of the videophones and turned it on."Here's 108," he said."And something is going on in there." He could see Arefyev's concentrator, filling theroom with yellow light.The slight young woman was sitting with her back to the screen, her head resting onthe back of the chair.He could see her pure, high forehead and her thick hair."Mirakova! Ruzhena!" Ermolov called.She did not stir and her hands hung lifelessly from the chair."Something's wrong with her," Ermolov said, turning to the old man.WORLD SOUL 105Pavel got up.By then there were six people in Ermolov's office, staring in horror at the image on the screen."Let's go," Ermolov said, turning off the phone.They ran down the institute's echoing corridors.They were surprised to see Ruzhena slowly heading down the shinyhallway to her lab.Ermolov called out to her, but she had gone into the room.They ran in after her.Silence reigned in the room.There was a layer of dust on everything.Ruzhena was staring in silence at the stillequipment; the dials weren't turning and the lights weren't blinking."Ruzhena!"She turned.Ermolov was shocked by her pallor.She seemed to be recognizing them slowly, and a timid smile came toher lips."What was the matter with you just now?" Ermolov asked.She looked at him in surprise.Pavel ran out of the room.As if responding to a common impulse, they all ran out afterhim.Ruzhena slowly followed.Ermolov reached the door to room 108 and kicked it open.Yellow light was pouring from Arefyev's concentrator.Mira-kova lay back in the chair in front of the machine.Herwide-open eyes were glazed.Ermolov grabbed her hand, but feeling the iciness of the corpse, dropped it.The hand thudded against the chair."She's dead," he announced, licking his dry lips.They all turned, and expecting something even more horrible, peered down the length of the long hall.They waited.It was empty.Just a hallway.Windows along the left side, doors along the right.White ceiling, linoleum with pinkflecks on the floor.Treetops, an air-conditioning unit, and a forklift for the institute warehouse showed through thewindows.A woman's figure turned down the hallway and slowly came toward them.It was she.When she was close and they could see that it was Ruzhena Mirakova, they gasped.Only Ermolov, after a quicksecond look at the body in the chair, asked her loudly:"What is the meaning of this, Ruzhena?"She smiled with her timid smile and moved her lips.And they106 Emtsev and Parnov realized that they did not hear her words.There was no sound.Ruzhena's thoughts penetrated their mindsdirectly."I'm dead.I died three days ago."They rushed up to the young woman.Their hands collided in the air.For a few seconds they touched andsqueezed each other's hands.Finally Pavel couldn't stand it any longer."Oh, my God," he shouted andbolted from the room.Ermolov and the others followed.They ran like boys from a nightmare come true.They slowed down to a fast walk and came to a stop in front of Ermolov's office [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.The engineer hemmed and hawed."It's like this, Dr.Ermolov," he said, choosing his words carefully."I wanted to talk to you about your internRuzhena Mirakova.""What about her?""She's working at night.""On what?""I don't know, I just know she's working at night.I was on duty last night and going down the hall.I saw alight on in 108.I rattled the doorknob.It was locked.I knocked, no one answered.Suddenly Mirakovaappeared.It was so sudden that, to tell you the truth, she scared me.'What are you doing?' I ask.'Working,' she says.'I have an experiment I can't leave.' 'What kind of an experiment at two in themorning?' I ask.That's how it is,' she says.You have to set her straight.And if she really needs to worknights, then she should get a pass from the administration." "Hold on, Pavel," Ermolov interrupted the old man."You're mixed up here.Room 108 isn't Mirakova's lab.That's what's-his-name's, Arefyev's.He's on vacation.""All the more reason.And I'm telling you, that girl is strange.There's something weird about her."The old man waved his fingers in the air, trying to make his feelings clearer."Just a minute," Ermolov said, turning in his chair.He reached for one of the videophones and turned it on."Here's 108," he said."And something is going on in there." He could see Arefyev's concentrator, filling theroom with yellow light.The slight young woman was sitting with her back to the screen, her head resting onthe back of the chair.He could see her pure, high forehead and her thick hair."Mirakova! Ruzhena!" Ermolov called.She did not stir and her hands hung lifelessly from the chair."Something's wrong with her," Ermolov said, turning to the old man.WORLD SOUL 105Pavel got up.By then there were six people in Ermolov's office, staring in horror at the image on the screen."Let's go," Ermolov said, turning off the phone.They ran down the institute's echoing corridors.They were surprised to see Ruzhena slowly heading down the shinyhallway to her lab.Ermolov called out to her, but she had gone into the room.They ran in after her.Silence reigned in the room.There was a layer of dust on everything.Ruzhena was staring in silence at the stillequipment; the dials weren't turning and the lights weren't blinking."Ruzhena!"She turned.Ermolov was shocked by her pallor.She seemed to be recognizing them slowly, and a timid smile came toher lips."What was the matter with you just now?" Ermolov asked.She looked at him in surprise.Pavel ran out of the room.As if responding to a common impulse, they all ran out afterhim.Ruzhena slowly followed.Ermolov reached the door to room 108 and kicked it open.Yellow light was pouring from Arefyev's concentrator.Mira-kova lay back in the chair in front of the machine.Herwide-open eyes were glazed.Ermolov grabbed her hand, but feeling the iciness of the corpse, dropped it.The hand thudded against the chair."She's dead," he announced, licking his dry lips.They all turned, and expecting something even more horrible, peered down the length of the long hall.They waited.It was empty.Just a hallway.Windows along the left side, doors along the right.White ceiling, linoleum with pinkflecks on the floor.Treetops, an air-conditioning unit, and a forklift for the institute warehouse showed through thewindows.A woman's figure turned down the hallway and slowly came toward them.It was she.When she was close and they could see that it was Ruzhena Mirakova, they gasped.Only Ermolov, after a quicksecond look at the body in the chair, asked her loudly:"What is the meaning of this, Ruzhena?"She smiled with her timid smile and moved her lips.And they106 Emtsev and Parnov realized that they did not hear her words.There was no sound.Ruzhena's thoughts penetrated their mindsdirectly."I'm dead.I died three days ago."They rushed up to the young woman.Their hands collided in the air.For a few seconds they touched andsqueezed each other's hands.Finally Pavel couldn't stand it any longer."Oh, my God," he shouted andbolted from the room.Ermolov and the others followed.They ran like boys from a nightmare come true.They slowed down to a fast walk and came to a stop in front of Ermolov's office [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]