Мы с Мариной пришли [club154169220|из Планетария] и пытаемся...

Marina and I came [club154169220 | from the Planetarium] and are trying to remember what we have just been told.
 
- Well, here is our galaxy - the solar system, it ...
“... she's not a galaxy, but a system.” Therefore, it is called that.
- And Hair ... someone there?
- Veronica. These are clusters of galaxies.
- Okay, okay. What about a spiral galaxy?
- This is such a thing, similar to Adjarian khachapuri.
- Oh, for sure!
- Well, we saddled the levels of meanings available to us.
 
When I went to the planetarium on Gorkovskaya in childhood, this was an event. It smelled in a special way - the cosmos smells so when you are 12 years old; before the start of the session, the doors to the hall opened, everyone sat in armchairs. In the beginning there was a minute of silence and darkness, the announcer's voice sounded clear and solemn.
 
I thought the new planetarium would be the same, only cooler than twenty years ago.
 
Well, not quite.
 
Instead of the lobby there is a small corridor with a metal detector frame. There are formally sessions time, but everything is chasing non-stop, one after the other - you can go early and leave later.
 
Instead of chairs - bags and some chairs. It’s cold, blowing on the floor, you sit in a jacket for an hour and a half and you feel how slowly your feet freeze. It all reminded me of a waiting room: tired passengers are sleeping on their trunks for a while, and above them is the dispatcher's booming, double-loud speaker voice. People constantly get up and sit down, come in and go out, crawl around the room with bags.
 
And the dome is really big, no kidding.
 
Five minutes after we sat down and threw back our heads, Marina quietly whimpered nearby - she began to rock her specifically. Everything flies and spins, even I blinked and rubbed my eyes under the glasses.
 
But when they show the flyby of the launch pad of a rocket or there is a comet close by, it’s straight like fucking cool.
 
An hour and a half program is divided into several stories: where did the building of the gas tank come from and how did the planetarium come from, about the planets of the solar system, the moon and galaxies, about the construction of the Buran ship, about dark matter. We also grabbed a piece of another session and looked about the mission of Rosetta - the flight to comet Churyumov-Gerasimenko.
 
It turns out that dark matter is not just in the Universe. It makes up something like a skeleton, and visible matter is attracted and strung on it. Like meat.
 
On Earth, dark matter is sought in two places and in two different ways: at Stanford, they created a suitable environment at a depth of one and a half kilometers and wait for it to appear there. And in CERN, in the Collider, it is actively mined.
 
Here’s the first way closer to me, I don’t like forcing someone to do something. Especially if the Universe is made of it!
 
About the flight to Churyumov’s comet, I thought that the device was simply launched in a straight line, conditionally across the path of the comet. It turned out that he first rushes all over the solar system around celestial bodies, accelerated by their gravity, and then - to fuy! - Having reached the last turn, it flies away in an ellipse and literally catches up with a comet from behind. This is fire, the last time I saw this in the movie "Armageddon" in 1998, when they flew in a shuttle around the moon and at the same time everyone was screaming.
 
In the bottom line after the session, I want to read how Buran was built and launched, what is more detailed with dark matter there and what news from comet Churyumov. And do not work. And Hawking would re-read - “A Brief History of Time” is a miracle as good, but I could not remember it once.
 
And in the little shop at the entrance, a gorgeous edition of the book “I Want to Know Everything” was for sale - these are the things people later recall their childhood. I was going to buy, but I forgot and now reproach myself.

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