Miron looked down at the slowly floating planet. — We'll be home soon. Just like people. Miroslava flew up to him, rubbed her nose against his shoulder, squinted sweetly and also looked out the window. — Two more days and we will set foot on earth. I want to walk barefoot on the grass, I read that it is very pleasant. — I hugged Myron, snuggled up, — I'll take off my shoes right in the ship and go out barefoot. — Whatever you want, honey. — Do you think others are worried? — I think...