Solntse gorit kazhdyi den'. Ono szhigaet Vremia. Vselennaia nesetsia po krugu i vertitsia vokrug svoei osi. Vremia szhigaet gody i liudei, szhigaet samo, bez pomoshchi Montega. A esli on, Monteg, vmeste s drugimi pozharnikami budet szhigat' to, chto sozdano liud'mi, a solntse budet szhigat' Vremia, to ne ostanetsia nichego. Vse sgorit. Kto-to dolzhen ostanovit'sia. Solntse ne ostanovitsia. Znachit, pokhozhe, chto ostanovit'sia dolzhen on, Monteg, i te, s kem on rabotal bok o bok vsego lish' neskol'ko chasov tomu nazad. Gde-to vnov' dolzhen nachat'sia protsess sberezheniia tsennostei, kto-to dolzhen snova sobrat' i sberech' to, chto sozdano chelovekom, sberech' eto v knigakh, v grammofonnykh plastinkakh, v golovakh liudei, uberech' liuboi tsenoi ot moli, pleseni, rzhavchiny, tlena i liudei so spichkami. Mir polon pozharov, bol'shikh i malykh. Liudi skoro budut svideteliami rozhdeniia novoi professii - professii liudei, izgotovliaiushchikh ogneupornuiu odezhdu dlia chelovechestva.