My â€" plotniki nezrimogo sobora

ZEMLIakha-mukha! Planetu opiat atakuiut, khotiat unichtozhit, pustit pod kosmicheskii skalpel, vyzhech vselenskim ognem. Veneriantcy, krovavye tirany, pronyrlivye sektanty-obmanshchiki â€" vse khotiat otkhvatit kusok. Planete krantetc. Shagom MARS! Spasenie na krasnoi planete. My â€" marsiane, my â€" trubadury budushchego, my â€" grobovshchiki proshlogo. Vyzhivet krasneishii. Vyzhivet krasneishii. Na IuPITERE pit. Bredberi, knizhnyi vinodel, kogda-to opoivshii nas vinom iz oduvanchikov, davshii poprobovat kraftovykh rasskazov, otkryvshii koniachnyi privkus vnezemelia, snova vedet nas v barnye zakoulki drugikh mirov. Gotovte bokaly. Na zdorove.