Andrei Lubensky

“ In a minute confusion arose in the attacker's ranks: some elephants stopped, another who continued to go forward ran into them, and soon some kind of a pile of elephants was formed. You know, of course, that any pile of elephants is always a big pile. At last, the elephants again were dispersed and took cover behind the nearest crater and the Martian Mosquito appeared beside the Hunter as before. ”

“ You are mad! The cherrystones grow here just in the soil like potatoes. In the autumn, the elephants–pathfinders with four trunks for better scent find the underground beds by their smell and dig the stones. Then the elephants–hunters use them for its purposes..."
Talking this way the Martian Mosquito and the Hunter moved away from the battle place and hid behind a ledge of moon rock.
"Continue to vibrate for the time being," gave the Mosquito a piece of advice to the Hunter, "We should to be invisible some time. Otherwise, they can see us." ”

“ Hunters.
"Kerosene?" asked again the elephants all together..
"Yes, and it smells a Martian march which became dry a half million years ago, oil for rifles, eau–de–Cologne, and marmalade," said the Elephant–for–Hunters, "But it is desirable to ask the Elephants–Pathfinders that have four trunks and can make odor out twice as much." ”