Summary “I’m on a storm”

Summary “I’m on a storm”

The calm current of the working morning in laboratory No. 2 was violated by the sudden arrival of the chef of Corresponding Member AN Golitsyn. He made the dispatch to the employees, and then in a grumbling voice ordered that Sergei Krylov apply for the post of nachalab. There was silence. It was believed that the vacancy would take Agatov. He had a reputation as a mediocre scientist, but a good organizer. Krylov, this same morning, went to the institute friend – a brilliant Oleg Tulin, a cheerful, sociable handsome man and a talented scientist. He came to Moscow to seek permission to research from an airplane, very risky. General Yuzhin allowed with a big creak, but all the same Tulin had a feeling that otherwise it could not happen – luck always accompanied him. But Krylov

– did not accompany. While Tulin was with the general, the ambitious Agatov conducted a small intrigue, and as a result, Krylov left the institute. This crash in Sergei was not the first. After completing the calculation, he went to where he spent the winter research work. Together with him on the lake worked Natasha. Then Sergei wanted everything that happened between them to remain just a pleasant experience. Now he knew that without Natasha can not. But on the spot I learned that Natasha Romanova, having taken her son, left her husband, a rather famous artist. Nobody had any addresses. In Krylov, in contrast to Tulin, everything always went through a stump-deck. In his first year he hardly dragged on all subjects, and Tulin was awarded to him. Sergei admired Oleg’s abilities, Oleg was happy to take care of his new friend. Sergei woke up interest in science. By the end of the third year, Krylov was expelled (he quarreled with one associate professor), despite Tulin’s defense, who was then a Komsomol leader. The eldest sister of the same Tulin arranged Krylov for himself at the factory as an OTC inspector. Here his head was free, and he was thinking about several global physical problems. Workers and a hostel considered him a freak. But they stopped when the chief designer of the plant Gatenyan took him to his office.
Krylov began to be published in a technical journal, he was talked about at the plant, predicted a fast and brilliant career. Gatenyan organized Krylov’s report at a seminar at the Institute of Physics. After that, the guy applied for leave. There, at the institute, he first realized what real scientists are. They seemed to him a host of gods. Sitting on ordinary chairs, smoking ordinary cigarettes, they threw themselves in phrases, the meaning of which he could understand only after hours of intense meditation. Jupiter among these gods was Dankevich. Over time, Krylov became Dankevich’s senior laboratory assistant, then a research fellow, and he was given an independent topic. He sat surrounded by instruments, switched on, switched off, tuned-worked continuously. For happiness he did not need anything else.

But gradually Krylov began to feel that his boss is waving for more, something that is able to achieve that the work has come to a standstill and they will never achieve results. I tried to explain myself. He said that he would like to do atmospheric electricity. “I did not know that you are interested in rapid success,” Dan said, and signed a characterization for Krylov for an annual round-the-world expedition on a geophysical ship. When Sergey returned, he learned that his girlfriend Lena was getting married and that Dankevich had died, and Dana’s hypotheses were brilliantly justified, opening huge opportunities. In this new situation, the deputy director of the institute, Lagunov, began to take Krylov from one important meeting to another. Represent solid people as a disciple of Dankevich. Ahead again, the opportunity to make a career began to dawn. But when Golitsyn, who came from Moscow, coryphaeus in the field of atmospheric electricity, informed him that shortly before his death, Dan asked him to hire Krylov, saying that he had left the approved and started the thesis. They worked gloriously with Golitsyn – until the moment when the old man offered him the post of nachalab and followed the course from Agatov. Parting with Golitsyn – and Krylov was again out of work. Tulin again helped: he called to work for himself, in a newly-established experiment on storm management. Krylov hesitated: much in Oleg’s work seemed to him raw and unproven. But it was worth the risk. And they flew south with a group of employees. When the old man offered him the post of nachalab and followed the course from Agatov. Parting with Golitsyn – and Krylov was again out of work. Tulin again helped: he called to work for himself, in a newly-established experiment on storm management. Krylov hesitated: much in Oleg’s work seemed to him raw and unproven. But it was worth the risk. And they flew south with a group of employees. When the old man offered him the post of nachalab and followed the course from Agatov. Parting with Golitsyn – and Krylov was again out of work. Tulin again helped: he called to work for himself, in a newly-established experiment on storm management. Krylov hesitated: much in Oleg’s work seemed to him raw and unproven. But it was worth the risk. And they flew south with a group of employees.

The thundercloud is compared to an electric machine, a conventional generator. But the cloud has no wires, and it is unclear how it “turns on” and why it stops. Work interfered with the supervising work of Agatov – he categorically forbade entry into a thundercloud. Formally, he was right, but outside the cloud to obtain decisive results seemed difficult. At some point, Tulin needed to leave for a business meeting. Krylov was to lead the flight. Tulin left with Zhenya, and Richard, in love with the girl, was sitting indifferent, with his eyes fixed. Then Krylov distinctly remembered that, contrary to the instructions, the parachute lay beside the guy on the armchair.

The summary was completely successful. In flight, Agatov noticed that the instruments with which he was working, sat down the batteries, and switched them to power from the lightning detector batteries. The index could not be used. After all, they had no right to go into a thunder-storm. The storm suddenly flew from the west and closed. The pointer did not work, the pilot could not navigate. People began to throw out with parachutes. Richard rushed to pull out the cassettes with the records of the instruments and noticed the unscrewed power connector of the pointer. In the cabin were only he and Agatov. Agatov struck the graduate student with his foot and felt Richard’s hand, holding on to the straps of his parachute, unclenched. Then he pulled himself to the hatch and crossed the edge. The day after Richard’s funeral, a commission of inquiry arrived. Krylov, according to many, was stupid – he argued that the pointer should have worked, sought to continue work. Tulin refused the topic. General sympathy was on his side – such a talented, experienced, and this Krylov. Tulin began to sympathize even more when it became known that Krylov went against him. By the way, many believed that there would be no accident, that day Tulin, lucky and lucky, flown.

Lagunov demanded that Krylov be brought to trial. It was a shame to Yuzhin that Tulin, in whom he believed so, was deformed. This Tulin had to stand firm, and not this simple Krylov. The topic was closed. Lucky Tulin was taken to work on satellites. But Krylov, strangely enough, continued to work on a closed topic. At parting, his lucky friend tried to convince him: the authorities will not allow the experiment to continue. Ah, Krylov is only interested in science? But in the best case, you have to start from scratch. Okay, he, Tulin, will pull him out of the next puddle later. Krylov now clearly understood that his former friend had compromised, because he needed success, recognition, fame, as if the scientist had not enough scientific result. Every day Krylov sat down to work. At times it was hopeless, but soon much was cleared up. Then he showed the results to Golitsyn. Soon it became known that Academician Likhov, Golitsyn and some others still needed to restore the experiment. And then it was given, signed, approved and certified. Krylov learned that he would meet with Natasha on the expedition. And then he accidentally met Golitsyn. He asked: how are you? “It’s wonderful,” said Krylov, “an excellent group is being selected.” “Who is it?” “Golitsyn asked:” I, I am alone. But a strong, welded team. “” And Richard, too, “he thought. – an excellent group is selected. “” Who? “Golitsyn asked. “I, I alone, but a strong, welded team.” “And Richard, too,” he thought. – an excellent group is selected. “” Who? “Golitsyn asked. “I, I alone, but a strong, welded team.” “And Richard, too,” he thought.


Summary “I’m on a storm”