Once I wrote well about astronauts.I wrote that the profession of a cosmonaut has become a routine.What nobody remembers the list of cosmonauts, few people dream of becoming cosmonauts.All won, as you know, lawyers and dentists.And Bill Gates with his billions simply, like D&G, introduced a new ideal of man.Instead of an athletic cosmonaut-dumb ory, system administrator.So they, the remaining cosmonauts, decided to reward me.
What is it?I asked with horror.
“This is a titanium splash,” the cosmonauts shouted joyfully, “Take it to memory!
I understood that the moment of my shame had come.Only the Guinness Book of Records could pick up this piece.
Take it, take it! – amused the hallI was like in a half-sleep, approached the prize and stressed, knocked it.And then an incredible thing happened.The prize jumped into my hands, like a toy.She weighed almost nothing.It turned out that it was a brand gift of space steel craftsmen.It is a bunch of frozen titanium, fantastically light metal.Only then, when you play such a joke, you understand why space ships still take off at their monstrous sizes.