|Night fell soon after but Maxim could not sleep. |
The fresh air of the primordial woods brought
memories of his carefree childhood and old friends, whom he missed dearly now . . .
|Where should we move it all ?|
|That broken dome in the|
outskirts will be just right.
|Maxim, it's me! . . . The archaeologist Zvyagintsev!|
|But of course! You were a friend of my |
father's! I recognised you immediately!