Character: Vladimir Yurkovski

Nothing, thought Yurkovsky, it'll be over soon. He looked in the periscope. It was seen as at the top, where fell the spaceship's thick brown fog, but from below, from the unfathomable depths of the bottomless depths of the hydrogen of the abyss, a glimmer of a strange pink light. Then Yurkovski shut his eyes. To live, he thought. To live a long time. To live forever. He clutched both hands in her hair and closed his eyes. Deaf, blind, numb, just live. Only feel on the skin the sun and wind, and next other. The pain, the powerlessness, the shame. As it is now. He pulled his hair. Let as now, but always. Suddenly he heard loud sniffs, and woke up. The feeling is unbearable, crazy horror and despair disappeared. This has already happened with him - twelve years ago on Mars, and ten years ago, at Golconda, and in the last year is also on Mars. The attack is crazy desire to live simply, desire is dark and old as the protoplasm. Like a short faint. But it will pass. It is necessary to endure, as pain. And just about anything to take care of.