Перші люди на Місяці

           Iwasinastateofhystericalagitation,tremblingviolently,andquitebreathlesslongbeforeIgottoit.ThreetimesatleastIhadtostopwithmyhandsrestingonmysideandinspiteofthethindrynessoftheair,theperspirationwaswetuponmyface.

           IthoughtofnothingbutthesphereuntilIreachedit,IforgotevenmytroubleofCavor’swhereabouts.Mylastleapflungmewithmyhandshardagainstitsglass;thenIlayagainstitpanting,andtryingvainlytoshout,“Cavor!hereisthesphere!”WhenIhadrecoveredalittleIpeeredthroughthethickglass,andthethingsinsideseemedtumbled.Istoopedtopeercloser.ThenIattemptedtogetin.Ihadtohoistitoveralittletogetmyheadthroughthemanhole.Thescrewstopperwasinside,andIcouldseenowthatnothinghadbeentouched,nothinghadsuffered.Itlaythereaswehadleftitwhenwehaddroppedoutamidstthesnow.ForatimeIwaswhollyoccupiedinmakingandremakingthisinventory.IfoundIwastremblingviolently.Itwasgoodtoseethatfamiliardarkinterioragain!Icannottellyouhowgood.PresentlyIcreptinsideandsatdownamongthethings.Ilookedthroughtheglassatthemoonworldandshivered.Iplacedmygoldclubsuponthetable,andsoughtoutandtookalittlefood;notsomuchbecauseIwantedit,butbecauseitwasthere.ThenitoccurredtomethatitwastimetogooutandsignalforCavor.ButIdidnotgooutandsignalforCavorforthwith.Somethingheldmetothesphere.

           Afterall,everythingwascomingright.