– What is it? Elena asked.
– Today is a fruit harvest festival. – Eet answered, – Let's go! – with a gesture he invited to follow him. Elena looked at the huge figure of the UFO and was amazed at its harmony, proportionality and restrained strength, guessed in every movement of the body. But the admiration was hampered by the too noticeable tassels on the tops of the ears, and four fingers on each hand with long, well- groomed and sharp nails, like the claws of a tiger. Neat fences enclosed each estate. Order and peace reigned everywhere, as if the village was glowing from within, emitting an invisible radiance that permeates every cell of the body with grace, giving strength and vigor. The spirit of happiness, carefree happiness, peace and tranquility penetrated into the woman and filled her all, cleansing the body of the toxins of recent experiences. Space, as it were, ceased to exist, the concept of overcoming distance and haste also faded into the background of consciousness, and I wanted to walk through the village for an infinitely long time, absorbing this blessed spirit. But soon the church appeared. A tall brick building with oblong glazed windows and a bell tower. The ringing stopped as suddenly as it had arisen. The bell ringer finished his work, people were leaving the prayer service. Elena noted with satisfaction that these were people just like her. But the smiles of happiness shone, shone with kindness, adorning the already beautiful faces. Passing in pairs and alone, everyone greeted Elena and her companions, and it was clear. that Eet and Eola are not unusual for them. The oncoming residents gave something to each other and thanked each other for gifts. A man in a white embroidered shirt and ironed brown trousers caught up with them, and, smiling, handed Elena an apple. She, embarrassed, took it, thanking it. Then she hid it in the pocket of her overalls, and only now noticed that she was standing without a helmet in her work lightweight spacesuit. The UFOs were also without helmets.
“No, no,” Eet protested. – It needs to be eaten.
– But why? – Elena objected.
“You shouldn't take anything to Earth. The astronaut had to obey. But the mood was spoiled:
"They are fiddling with me like a guinea pig," she thought. And the apple began to disappear with a crack in Elena's mouth. The unusual taste and aroma amazed the woman, the insult was quickly forgotten and passed. “You must forgive each other for minor insults,” Eet said instructively. – And humanity is wasting itself on thoughtless wars and self- destruction.
– So you would help us! the astronaut objected again.
– You will not be able to improve yourself. And it is extremely important for us, for yours
“Salvation so that peace reigns on Earth,” Eet said.
– What's next?
“And then you will begin to change your thinking,” Eola began to say. – You will learn
continuous logical thinking. You will be able to create your own habitat
with their lively mental energy.
– And until now, what have we developed incorrectly? Elena asked.
– And continue! Technocracy, like prosthetics, replaces many of your options.
For example, a person can fly. – Eet persuaded hotly. – Take a look! – he stopped, spread his arms to the sides and slowly, swaying from side to side, began to rise above the ground. Then he went down smoothly.
