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Nothing happening at the windows, however, did not mean nothing happening on the screen. Following Tsibliyev's now worried gaze, both Lazutkin and Foale could see that the station had all at once become huge, practically filling the screen at a distance of barely 150 ft. from Progress. "Try to get another range!" Tsibliyev shouted to both crewmen. As Foale sped toward Kvant, Lazutkin looked out his window and froze. There, at last, seemingly at arm's length, was the fast-closing Progress. "There it is already!" he shouted...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: A BAD DAY IN SPACE | 11/3/1997 | See Source »

...coming in!" Lazutkin called. "Fast...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: A BAD DAY IN SPACE | 11/3/1997 | See Source »

...Foale began wrestling with connections, Lazutkin appeared alongside him and started doing the same with the cables running into Spektr. But why? As far as Foale could tell, there was no way to determine where Progress had struck Mir. Lazutkin seemed to have assumed that the Spektr lab was leaking, and he was trying to seal it off. But what if he had guessed wrong? The noise from the Klaxon prevented Foale from speaking to Lazutkin, so all he could do was finish clearing the Soyuz hatch and then move on to Spektr to help his crewmate. When the Klaxon...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: A BAD DAY IN SPACE | 11/3/1997 | See Source »

...Lazutkin said simply. "It was Spektr." Within half an hour, Lazutkin and Foale cleared the cables, unstowed the hatch and slammed the module shut. At one point Foale held the hatch in place by hand like the Dutch boy at the dike. Mir's hemorrhaging at last stopped, but how badly the ship had been hurt was impossible to tell...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: A BAD DAY IN SPACE | 11/3/1997 | See Source »

...crew had to find a way to replace the air that had been lost. While Foale remained behind in the transfer node to make sure the bolts holding the sphere together hadn't been damaged by the collision, Lazutkin unstowed a large tank of pure oxygen, wrestled it into the main module and, with Tsibliyev's help, opened its nozzle. Instantly, a loud, sibilant hiss echoed through the ship. Off in the node, Foale heard the noise and, knowing the difference between the sound of air entering a spacecraft and the sound of air leaving it, heaved a relieved sigh...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: A BAD DAY IN SPACE | 11/3/1997 | See Source »

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