– Father! already quietly, almost in a whisper, she said. The man raised his eyebrows to the top again, then indifferently looked at the figure of his daughter:

– Hello. – he finally said, – I don't understand what you want? – the cold alien tone in her father's voice cooled Elena's surging feelings. Tears of their own accord ran down the poor woman's cheeks, she mechanically reached for a handkerchief in her overalls pocket and only now discovered that she was wearing a round transparent helmet, ideally fitted to a tight- fitting silver body, an extraterrestrial spacesuit.

– Oh, father! – burst out again through her almost sobbing. Somewhere far away, images from distant childhood began to awaken in consciousness. Everything down to the smallest detail, so familiar in this courtyard. Everything. And this flower garden, and the path to the house. It was beyond her strength. She took a deep breath, coming to her senses and suddenly, like lightning, a thought struck: «So after all … HE …", – I didn't want to think about it, but annoying thoughts drilled my brain, “dead, dead, dead …" – she was 12 years old then, when her father did not return from the sea. Mom said then that their ship sank and all the fishermen were killed. But how is it, why does not he know her? Elena insistently repeated:

– I'm a father, Lenochka, your daughter! – she said in Latvian. But the father already looked with cold blue eyes and said:

– I don't know who Lena is, especially her daughter! – he turned away and went to the stack of boards for a new one. I began to look for a suitable board there. The daughter blushed. helplessly threw up her hands, turned around, looking for help. The pilot of the UFO module was already hurrying to her: – Let's get to know each other better. – trying to distract the woman, he began: – My name is Eet. But my companion …

– Eola. – stretching out her hand, according to earthly custom, the UFO pilot introduced herself.

– Eola, almost namesake. – Recovering a little, Elena answered, shaking her hand.

– This is the planet of the dead. The energy counterparts of every deceased live here on the ground. As if they continue to exist here.

– Well, why doesn't he remember? – Elena exclaimed impatiently stamping her foot like a capricious girl.

“You see,” interposed Eola, “the universe is in perfect equilibrium, based on this … – she did not finish. My father was already returning with a board on his shoulder. The UFOs rushed to take Elena to the module. Sitting there, in a comfortable chair, she was surprised to find that she was wearing her onboard spacesuit, only without a helmet.

– Are you wondering how we do it? – Eet said, – Very simple. But this is not subject to disclosure, so we will not tell you Elena in some secrets.

– But why? – the astronaut tried to argue, – We, what, in your opinion, are not in able to perceive information? – She curiously looked from Eet to Aeola in turn. The faces of the UFOs were impassive. But MB- 20 was very talkative.

– Oh, you Elena have no idea what it means to be a robot. At all there are no feelings, but only emotions. Oh, this is wonderful! I would never agree to become like this a humanoid.

– Do you know MB- twenty, what is love?

– Yes, of course, this will be earthly attachment. – Eet and Eola exchanged meaningful glances. Elena thought that Eet winked at her. Friendships have been established. MB- 20 played his part in the crew as well as the social etiquette of the Coalition Observer Force demanded.

It was a blindingly bright, gentle, warm day. The summer air smelled of freshly cut hay, apples, honey. The birds competed in every way in singing in the branches of the backyard gardens, scattered here and there on a vast hill occupied by the village. The houses were almost the same type. white walls and peaked roofs covered with tiles. At the junction of the roofs one could see the installed crosses, shining in the rays of the sun. Elena, closing her eyes, tried to examine their surface sparkling in the sky.