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Scientific knowledge of the planet Venus is scant and contradictory. Only imagination can peek into this undiscovered world.

It may not turn out as in our film, but we believe in the coming heroic feat of the Soviet people – who will see the Planet of Storms with their own eyes.

PLANET OF STORMS based on the novella of the same name by Aleksandr Kazantsev

Attention! This is Moscow calling!

Moscow calling!

This broadcast is carried by all radio stations across the Soviet Union.

TASS News Agency reports:

The three ships of the Soviet space expedition – Sirius, Vega, and Capella –

are currently approaching Venus after a successful journey of over 200 million kilometers!

The cosmonauts are in excellent health!

- We traveled for so long, and then, right on the doorstep of Venus...

- Against large meteors, we are powerless. We knew the risks when we signed up for this.

- I can't believe it.

I was talking to them just a moment ago. We were joking.

- Earth is calling! I will answer. - Roger.

- Sirius, Vega.

The destruction of Capella has shaken us all, but we trust in your fortitude.

Enter orbit! Ascertain the conditions on the planet!

Report your plan of action!

Arcturus will be ready for launch in a week.

- It will take Arcturus four months to arrive. Waiting without landing? It's torture!

- You know the regulations!

The fuel transport ship must remain in orbit. For safety reasons, two ships will descend.

That is now impossible until Arcturus arrives.

- The regulation applies to ships, not men. - What do you mean?

- Ilya Vasilyevich, we could land using Vega's glider.

- Yes, by utilizing Allan Kern's automated system.

- To hell with the automated system! Let me fly the glider down!

- The glider cannot return, Alyosha. - I know. I'll wait for Arcturus there –

working and reporting our findings by radio. I'll achieve more than that tin can.

Venus must be seen with our own eyes, not with photocells.

- What if something happens to you?

- I promise not to call for help.

I'll even sign a written commitment!

I decide over my own life.

- I decide over my own life...

- Yes? - We need to talk.

Half a minute.

- I still cannot believe they are gone.

- They were lucky. A quick death is best.

- Mr. Kern! - I'm all ears, sir.

- Instead of your automated system, Aleksey wants to descend with the glider.

- Why should a crew member from Sirius descend using Vega's glider?

- I think we understand each other.

- What are you talking about? - What?

That's just how it is... Alyosha is right.

It's better to give one's life for the common good than to just drift in orbit waiting -

for a meteor to end your days—like it did to them.

- What are you planning, Vanya? - It could happen –

or perhaps a sudden sun flare will make us all sick from radiation.

- Mission Control will not grant permission. - They will have to!

We must land without waiting for Arcturus. - We eliminate risk from the equation.

- Madness! - Risks are part of space travel.

- Run the calculations. Use your new invention to assist you. - Okay!

General Cybernetics has been waiting a long time to see it in action.

- Listen! At a time like this...

- Seven, twelve, nine.

Hey, John! Wake up.

- Yes, sir? - My dear John, if you please -

give me the best possible landing options and a return plan -

utilizing only Vega and Sirius.

Including you, there are seven of us now.

Do not factor risk into your calculations!

- Vega stays in orbit.

Vega's glider holds three, Sirius holds three. A total of six will descend to the planet.

Five will return aboard Sirius. The sixth will remain on Venus.

- Who is that sixth? - Me, sir -

because I am inanimate and the heaviest.

- Mathematics is merciless.

- A bad idea. - Not at all. From a mission standpoint, entirely correct -

though dangerous for us—which is why it's not part of the official plans.

All that remains is to decide who stays in orbit.

- Apparently, I am the only option.

The vast amount of data from the planet must be processed and transmitted to Earth.

Only I can do that. - Listen, Masha!

- Forgive me.

It feels silly to say, but -

I always longed for something more.

I strove and worked for years.

Everything was so difficult... first the orbital assignments, then the Moon.

But you know that.

I wanted us to go together.

- Well, what do you suggest?

- I don't know.

- Masha...

The international organization insisted on Kern and his robot for exactly this reason.

This is a trial by fire for an entirely new direction in space exploration.

And as for me... I must get to Venus.

- And I mustn't...

Another world.

How many times have we sent probes here in recent years.

With them, we studied the atmosphere, discovered oceans and continents -

and measured temperatures.

Thousands of numbers.

Yet on the most important matter, the machines remain silent.

Life. Who is waiting down there?

Now, man himself has finally come to find the answer!

- Prepare the radio beacon for deployment!

- Surface pressure: two point three.

- Cloud ceiling: fifteen.

- Ash clouds over the coast.

- Another carbon dioxide concentration.

- A bright, red spot is glowing through the clouds.

- Thousands of new data points, yet nothing on the main question.

And the main question is – who is down there?

- There is no one. Not a single trace of anything living.

- What if that bright, red spot is -

a city glowing with light?

- A dead planet.

Intelligent life has already destroyed itself.

- I wonder who is right? No...

No machines can ever replace a human.

- Hello, Sirius? Ilya Vasilyevich?

- I hear you.

- The area where we are supposed to land has no level ground for Sirius.

- Yes, it's highly fractured terrain. - Shall we change areas?

- Not possible. Our orders are to land exactly there.

- I have a proposal. - What is it?

Arcturus is not needed.

From an altitude of one kilometer, the glider will find a suitable landing spot for Sirius -

the kind we can't detect from up here.

- And if no spot is found?

- Pensions for the families, monuments... - The glider's crew?

- Me, Kern, and his robot.

Masha will remain in orbit. We'll leave the robot on Venus.

- Have you already run the calculations? - A long time ago.

- What shall we answer?

- I wish I could go with them.

- Reckless.

- So be it. Prepare a well-justified report for Mission Control.

Perhaps they will approve it.

- Ready? - Yes!

- Proceed then.

I envy you, Shcherba! And you, Allan Kern!

- I understand, Commander.

- Good luck! - Safe travels, friends!

- Goodbye!

- They will arrive soon.

- Black clouds, lightning!

- Handing over control to John.

- Vertical cliff ahead. Increasing altitude.

- Phew! Good job, you damn puppet.

- The cloud mass extends to the ground. We are following the radar.

Terrible visibility.

Look, over there! A level spot.

Hard surface, excellent! It will do. Position on screen 73. Dropping the beacon.

Landing site 300 meters southwest of the beacon. We are drifting!

There is water beneath us.

- Landing is only possible in the marsh. Elsewhere, there are sharp boulders.

Probability of destruction: 90 percent. Commencing landing.

- Ilya Vasilyevich?

- Masha, calm down!

The horizon is blocking them. They have landed.

We will establish contact in an hour, on the next orbit.

- Shcherba, hello!

Kern, hello!

Shcherba! Kern! Hello!

This looks bad.

- All right, let's prepare.

We descend now. At night, the atmosphere is calmer. Sector 73.

Masha? - I hear you.

- We are descending.

You will remain in orbit alone.

My dear Mashenka.

Track us on radar.

But you know that. - Yes, I know.

- Listen, Masha!

If we perish, stay strong.

- I understand.

May I disconnect? - Go ahead, my girl.

It is hardest for the one left behind...

- A message from Earth.

- Mission Control grants you permission to abort the mission at any time.

Human lives are most precious.

We wish you success! The whole country is with you!

- Attention, Earth!

Mission Control! We are descending to the designated area -

to the landing site spotted from the glider. Sector 73.

We assure the Soviet Government -

our beloved Communist Party -

and the entire Soviet people -

that we will do our utmost to be worthy of the trust bestowed upon us.

Listen. If something happens, be there for Ivanova. She is all alone.

- That's it, Ilya. It's time. Retract the antenna.

Autopilot engaged. Target point: 300 meters southwest of the beacon.

- Are we truly on Venus?

- Sector 73.

- Oof! You can certainly feel gravity again! - One tends to forget it.

- The ship isn't sinking. We are on solid ground.

A well-reconnoitered landing site!

- There she stands, damn it! As sturdy as on Earth!

- Opening the window shutters.

- Do it.

Roman, the searchlight!

Wasted effort, nothing but fog.

Scanning the terrain with radar.

- There's a cliff, 200 meters away.

In this sector, there seems to be some debris.

More cliffs. - I'm turning on the external microphones. - Do it.

- Did you hear that? What could it be?

- Quiet!

That's enough! Let's not waste any more time.

Roman, initiate infrared scanning and radar sounding!

- I'll start recording. - Of course! We'll transmit everything to Earth later.

Activate the weather and bio-sensors, and lower the seismic probe!

Perform all procedures under the standard program!

When Masha returns from over the horizon, tell her we've landed. - I'll brag up a storm!

- Brag after we've rescued our comrades!

- Do we set out when the sun rises? - Yes, at six o'clock.

- Out on the surface! May I take a few steps?

- Carefully! Test the ground with your probe! - Right.

Looks like rock...

Seems to be water...

Hard to believe it's real!

- Aleksey!

Come back inside! - Coming right now!

- Ilya Vasilyevich!

- What is it? - Masha located the glider.

- Are they alive? - She detected two metallic objects. One is stationary -

the other is moving nearby. Probably the robot.

- Any transmission? - Nothing. The radio might be broken.

- Aleksey!

- Stand up!

- Ugh, it's squeezing tightly!

- Take it easy.

- Are you all right? - Calm down, Aleksey.

- We are alive! - The suit is intact.

- Step aside, let me film it!

Life!

The answer to the most important question.

- You rush too much, you fool. Lucky we arrived in time to help.

- How did you know where to come? - We heard the cry.

- I heard it too. - Strange.

This is Venus, friends.

What else did Masha say? - What else is there to say?

I was so afraid for all of you. I've never been happier!

I sang and floated around the cabin! Kicked off my magnetic boots and just flew!

- Masha, give us more details on your sighting.

- Forgive me, my head is spinning.

They are in sector 107, past the red spot, on the other side of the bay.

Distance is 32 kilometers as the crow flies.

- Understood.

Prepare the rover! - 32 kilometers? That's a lot for the rover.

- What do you suggest?

- One shouldn't land a glider on Venus. - Let's keep that in mind. Move out now!

- Ilya Vasilyevich? Are they even alive?

- Masha.

Masha!

Could the robot operate alone?

- No...

No! I see what you're getting at, but no!

It was transported disassembled and put together only upon arrival!

- Stop right there! Okay.

- Cursed monstrosities!

- Faster!

- Hold them off for just another minute!

That was quite a jolt, John! Quite a jolt!

Okay.

Heading 110. Secure it to the rock and tighten the cable!

Proceed! - Yes, sir.

- An ordinary man cannot conquer these wild worlds.

It requires men of steel. - A tankette would be more practical.

- Man is more beautiful.

- You go first! I'll assist.

- Shall we stop? - Yes, let's explore the surroundings a bit.

- Ilya Vasilyevich, there's one over there!

Looks like a brontosaurus. I'll take a blood sample.

- Take it from the tail! Do you hear me? - Roger!

- Be careful!

- I got it, and I measured its temperature too!

It's only just dawning on it now.

- What did Masha say?

- The robot is moving toward us, but very slowly.

- Slow down a bit! - We only have oxygen for twenty-four hours.

- They must be searching for us. They are coming to meet us.

- Through this hell? No.

Human nature is defined by fear and selfishness.

- Human nature is defined by friendship!

- We are getting sick – a fever is rising.

- That was to be expected.

Some microbe has breached our torn suits.

- Let's take some chinotsilin. - No!

After that, you must lie flat. There is no time.

Perhaps it will pass. Let us press on!

- How far is it to the opposite shore? - Over Bobrov Bay 10 km. Detour 70 km.

- Forget the detour. We cross!

- Did you hear that? - Stop.

- That same sound again. - Yes.

All kinds of abominations.

Probably some tentacled creature.

- I feel that it's human. - Really? Perhaps even a woman.

- One can only hope.

- If only Darwin were here. - Darwin has nothing to do with this.

- How could man live in the era of prehistoric lizards? - We are living!

- We came from space.

- Roman, Alyosha is right.

A highly developed human is a flying creature – a cosmic pilot.

- The same old story. - Of course!

Darwin only explained how an intelligent being once arose from the animal kingdom -

but its journey to other planets -

belongs to the realm of Tsiolkovsky, not Darwin!

- The Academy of Sciences must have its hands full with you, Professor Vershinin.

- We are the first visitors from Earth -

but others may have come here before us.

Who knows? - Very well. Mount up then!

- Too much water.

The mechanisms are in danger.

I need shelter.

- John, find a cave! As quickly as possible, please!

- Yes, sir.

- I can't go on. - Pull yourself together!

We cannot stay here. We'll be washed off the rock like kittens.

Let's go!

Try to hold on! Just a little further.

Don't give up!

John!

- Yes, sir?

I am in a cave.

The illumination is 3.2 lux.

- You are a good mathematician, John.

I think I'm losing my mind.

The laws of mathematics will dictate...

even the actions of the world government.

- World government, common benefit -

common science.

- No, Mashenka.

They won't pass by. Sirius...

- Driving to Sirius takes 37.2 minutes along a concrete highway.

- Ilya? - Yes?

- Bad news from Masha. The robot is missing. - It just keeps getting better...

- Scan the frequencies! Perhaps you'll hear their transmitters.

We are already quite close. - Let's try.

Found it!

Their robot.

It's talking absolute nonsense. Listen!

- According to the Smith Company prices –

building a highway to Sirius costs 57 million dollars.

- The device is clearly no longer under human control. - I'll try to establish contact.

Hello! Hello!

Iron John, or whatever you are, do you hear me?

That damn tin man isn't answering. - Calm down, Roman!

The robot only responds to polite address.

- A pretentious intellectual machine. Hello!

Hello, esteemed John! I ask of you!

Please be so kind as to answer! If you please!

- Reception at 46.5 percent.

- Where is Shcherba? Where is Kern? Where are your masters?

- Master. Concept unknown. Slavery is constitutionally prohibited.

I am a free, thinking machine.

- Report the status of your companions!

- Recumbent position.

- Where are you? - Under a stone vault.

- I see. They're in a cave. - That's why Masha didn't detect them.

- Hello, dearest John!

What are your companions talking about?

- About Masha—and the world government, to which I will be appointed Prime Minister.

- They're delirious. - They have a fever. - Perhaps their suit pressurization has failed.

- This is bad, we must act immediately. Take the wheel! - Right!

- Hello! Listen, John!

Take the chinotsiline from the first-aid kit! Chinotsiline! Tube number two!

- At nine fifteen -

I transmitted all data collected by Sirius to Earth.

At one thirty: I passed over the rover -

they were just beginning to cross the bay.

- Something is approaching from behind to the right, in the air.

- What does the infrared detector say? - Shifting shapes.

Fairly solid.

- Look!

- It looks like a pterodactyl. - Helmets closed!

That dragon is not to be trifled with.

- It's so powerful! - Damn it!

- Did you manage to film it? - I did, both motion and stills.

- Shoot it with the cannon! Aim for the mouth! - It's jammed!

Open the canopy!

- Flying beasts are attacking!

A heavy impact! Transmit to Earth...

- Hello, what happened? Hello!

Hello!

What needs to be transmitted?

- Ready? - Ready.

Let it go!

- They disappeared!

What happened?

The rover was not designed for diving.

Has the worst happened? A catastrophe?

What happened to them?

If their spacesuits are intact, they might be able to save themselves.

Perhaps they are injured. Then I must rescue them -

but if I land, we can no longer return to Earth -

and yet, I must land.

I can land on the next orbit.

I will start the engines in an hour.

A whole hour to wait!

I must think everything through carefully.

Earth!

Millions of people have toiled -

building a path to the stars.

With their help, we have traveled this path.

They have trusted us implicitly -

and now everything depends on me alone -

and I do not know how to act!

- The regulations do not allow me to leave orbit.

If I land, returning to Earth will be impossible -

but what is the point of saving fuel if people are dying?

The regulations couldn't foresee everything -

and my heart tells me that I am needed more down there – on the planet.

I must notify Earth.

How difficult it is to speak calmly.

I will replay my latest recording to them!

- The regulations couldn't foresee everything -

and my heart tells me that I am needed more down there – on the planet.

- Attention, Vega! Do you hear, Vega?

Masha Ivanova! Masha Ivanova!

Earth is with you. Pull yourself together! Wait for them!

Do not, under any circumstances, leave orbit, or all will be lost!

Be brave! Earth appeals to you. Your own Earth!

My... Earth.

Wait for them in orbit! Otherwise, all is lost!

- What to do? The time is at hand.

A decision must be made, but I...

I cannot.

- Submerging the rover was easier than pulling it underwater.

- Yes, the resistance is heavy.

Let's rest for a moment, but not for too long.

- Interesting boulders.

I'll go take a look.

- Just like back home.

- The conditions are similar to ours.

- Could nature truly shape such regular rows of rock?

Just like streets.

What if this is a sunken city? That would be magnificent!

You startled me, damn it!

An entrance?

Interesting.

I hope the masters aren't at home.

Strange rock. A triangular ridge.

I'll take it with me.

- Look at this!

- Oh! What is it?

- A petrified dragon.

- Could it be made of stone after all?

- Made? Are you serious?

- Look!

- An eye!

- It's a ruby. - Placed by some intelligent being!

- A beacon!

- Well, how does it look, Professor?

- Here we have volcanic, porous iron.

It oxidizes and steals oxygen from the atmosphere. - So what?

- Man can alter this process. And then...

- You want to ease colonization and win a Nobel Prize.

- Why on Earth? For humanity—just because.

- Route is clear, sir.

- John, put on some music!

That favorite song of ours!

- Ilya! - Yes?

- We must wait for the rover to dry.

- It can't be helped.

- Ilya, that little ruby-eyed dragon is rather crude -

as if made by some primitive people. - So it seems.

- Savages couldn't have flown to Venus!

- Why not? Engineer Bobrovkin flew here, didn't he?

- Be quiet!

- They couldn't have flown, but -

they may well have evolved right here on site.

- In what way? - Imagine that highly developed -

beings arrive here. For some reason, they get stranded -

and lose contact with their home planet. They face death.

Supplies run out, a hostile nature all around, and a different atmosphere.

- But you said they face death. - Some might survive -

but regress into savages.

Thousands of generations of settlers must wage a brutal struggle for survival -

until the organism finally adapts to local conditions.

There is no thought of culture here. Only the physically strongest survive.

- And so a savage appears among the lizards? - Yes, indeed, before the local ape.

- Appears on the scene and begins to evolve. The future master of the planet.

- Again? - It's as if it's warning us about something.

We are now at the Great Red Spot.

- Is the cannon working? - It works.

Everything here is strange.

The sunken city, the ruby -

that voice...

Who could have come here?

Inhabitants of another planetary system?

Martians, perhaps?

On Mars, one must fight for every drop of water -

whereas here, everything is drowned in the ocean.

Perhaps they tried to migrate here, but failed.

Did they regress into savages?

And now, having taken root on the planet, are they journeying back toward civilization?

Perhaps Martians have visited Earth as well!

What if we, modern humans, are...

- We can continue our journey!

- I will find her yet!

- It grew dark so suddenly. - Naturally.

- What do you mean? - There is an ash cloud above us.

- An ash cloud?

- A volcanic eruption. - Yes.

The Great Red Spot. I was right – what a sight! So much for a glowing city.

- Slightly bad timing. - Absolutely perfect!

We can sample fresh lava and ash, and analyze the gases.

- Is your spectroscope intact? - It is intact -

but now we must reach higher ground, far from here.

Let's go! Quickly! - A pity to leave!

It is so incredibly beautiful!

- Mr. Shcherba! - Yes?

- The lava is surrounding us!

- Did you get the spectrum? - I did.

- From the crater too? - Not from there.

- Didn't manage to? - I didn't have time.

- John! - Yes, sir?

- Carry us across the lava flow! Climb aboard quickly!

- Reception is improving.

- Whose signal did it catch? - Quiet. Let's listen.

- I'll take a radio bearing.

At your request, I will determine the distance -

two miles.

- Our men! - Apparently so.

- And you didn't want to believe it.

This vehicle of yours – is truly matchless! - Is that so?

You admit it at last.

- The temperature of my lower limbs has risen to five hundred degrees.

Continuing with a load -

is hazardous to the mechanisms.

- What does that mean? - The self- preservation system must be deactivated.

- Where? - Open the hatch!

The fifth panel. Do you see the wire? Well?!

- I don't know what it is! - Let me through! How do we do this?

I can't see a thing from here! - Gentlemen, I am compelled to -

discharge the load.

- Blasted idiot!

- It will drop them into the lava! - Hurry!

- Let's dismount.

- Okay, Kern? - Hello, Kern!

- So, which are more useful – men of steel or ordinary men?

- Evidently, both are needed.

- That's something. - I suppose so.

- Let's go.

- Anything on the radio?

- Where is she now? - She is just passing apogee.

- No contact.

- What kind of inventory is this?

- They didn't have time to be named before I left.

- Looks like a miscalculation, mathematician.

- Daughters?

- Sons. - A whole crew!

- Do you truly believe that someone visited Earth a long time ago?

There are no clear signs of it.

- I consider many of the so-called mysteries of history -

to be such signs. - They are well enough known.

For instance, the Stone Age rock painting in the Sahara. - Exactly.

That drawing depicts a human in a spacesuit.

And what about the ancient rustless iron pillars in India?

Their iron was forged by a method unknown on Earth.

And the riddle of Atlantis?

Or the extraordinary knowledge of ancient astronomers?

The examples are countless. - They prove nothing.

One can also look for signs in legends. Such as -

the descent of gods from heaven.

- Oh, come now. - What?

How would a local native draw you?

He would draw a saint with a halo around his head and say:

"A vessel descended from heaven, and out stepped a god clothed in leather."

Quite a legend! - Complete with illustrations!

I am convinced that space travel is a necessary stage of development -

for all intelligent life. Worlds are not isolated from one another!

Perhaps the passage of life through space is just as natural -

as the journey of seeds carried by the wind on Earth.

Perhaps the planets of the solar system are rearing different branches of the same shoot of life.

One great Solar tribe!

Our kinsmen must therefore be intelligent beings.

If only I could encounter that life.

What is it like?

Everything would be clear at once.

- Take this!

- Take this for your mathematics!

Planet of Storms, thank you for your lessons!

Accept our deepest bow for your hospitality.

The ship awaits, the path is clear.

Our hearts beat: "Home! Home!"

Home, fellows!

Once again we measure the bounds of space.

Once again courage stands at the helm.

The seas, forests, and fields have missed us for so long.

Beloved lands, native home Earth. Earth, fellows!

- Your octopus is glad that you are alright.

- No octopus – it is intelligent, kind, and beautiful.

- Tomorrow we catch it! - The same old song! - The same old song!

- Listen, man in love! If your crush is a feral Martian, where are the others?

- If you landed on Earth in barren mountains, how many people would you meet in two days?

- You would only meet a hermit.

- Or his daughter. - At best. The others remain beyond the mountains.

The telephone hasn't been invented here yet.

- Well, so much for that.

- Comrades, the mission seems to be complete. Look at how much material!

Here are your valuables: tapes, recorders, and micro-samples.

Rocks for the geologist.

- Aleksey! - Yes?

- Let's go test the radio connection. - Let's go.

- Quick! - What is it?

- Quick! There is a recording of Masha's transmission from Vega!

- Perhaps Sirius's instruments are recording my radio transmission.

According to orders, I must remain in orbit.

Waiting, doing nothing, while my friends – perhaps locked in a death struggle –

call out and wait for me to come and help.

I will not obey the order. I am landing on Venus.

The countdown has already begun. The engines will ignite in one minute.

- How could she? - She failed to think logically.

- A robot thinks logically, but a woman does not.

Heaven help me!

- It's not in orbit. - It should be according to schedule.

Hello, Vega! Vega, hello! - Vega may have crashed or sunk.

- We must notify Earth! - Connection to Earth only works through Vega.

- Comrades!

I propose that Shcherba, Kern, and Alyosha remain here and set up camp.

Roman and I will ascend into orbit.

We will locate Vega, and give you coordinates and instructions.

We'll send all expedition data to Earth, and contact Arcturus. - Exactly!

- If this is acceptable, we will unload the camp gear from the ship.

- It must be done anyway to lighten the weight of Sirius.

What now?

- Earthquake! - The ship is sinking!

- Water is rushing from the cliff!

- The banks of the mountain lake have breached!

- Look! A fissure!

If Sirius topples, it's the end!

- Prepare the ship for departure immediately! Perhaps we can still make it!

- Bring that radio over here, to the side!

- Roman, when was Masha's last transmission recorded?

- 0720 – focus on the task! - Listen...

the radar recorded Vega's flyover even after that.

- What? - It never landed.

- Hello, Masha! What's the situation? - What happened?

- I realized I was making a mistake. I overcame my impulse -

and managed to shut off the engines, but the orbit changed.

Then I found you near the Red Spot. I followed your progress, but you didn't answer.

- There's no reason to stay here now. - Of course not. Hello!

Give us the coordinates of the new orbit. Immediately!

- Attention! Everyone to the ship!

- What on Earth now?

- Vanya! Are you alive?

- Mashenka...

- Aleksey! Start the weather station! - Right.

- Aleksey! Hurry up!

- Ilya Vasilyevich!

Wait! Ilya Vasilyevich!

We cannot leave! Look!

We cannot leave! Ilya Vasilyevich!

They look just like us! Do you understand?

They look just like us! Just like us! Do you understand?

Wait! What are you pulling for? Don't you hear? They are like us!

Planet of Storms, see you soon!

Our ships will yet return to you.

Not for nothing are we called the sons of Earth!

Friends of Earth!

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