Functioning, though with difficulty, the airport was reeling, the roughest winter storm in half a dozen years, loaded with two hundred dinners, snowbound somewhere on the airport perimeter, in driving snow inddarkness, failed, a non-stop flight, on the airfield, out of use, wheelsdeepin wet ground beneath snow, get the big jet moved, from adjoining air route centers, incoming flights, terminal waiting areas, canceled flights, in piles, the wonder was, continuing to operate at all; lean, noisyanda powerhouse of disciplined energy; snow control desk, were nearly exhausted, several men had been ordered home, assistant airport manager,snow shift supervisor; a battery of telephones, maps, charts, and bulletin boards; a separate board, everybody voted to get the hell out, a passenger relations agent, in a note brought by messenger, the thought excited him. (переведите на )