"(Brian Aldiss)-Outside" - читать интересную книгу автора (Aldiss Brian W) Brian W.Aldiss
OUTSIDE They never went out of the house. The man whose name was Harley used to get up first. Sometimes he would take a stroll through the building in his sleeping suit - the temperature remained always mild, day after day. Then he would rouse Calvin, the handsome, broad man who looked as if he could command a dozen talents and never actually used one. He made as much company as Harley needed. Dapple, the girl with killing grey eyes and black hair, was a light sleeper. The sound of the two men talking would wake her. She would get up and go to rouse May; together they would go down and prepare a meal. While they were doing that, the other two members of the household, Jagger and Pief, would be rousing. That was how every "day" began: not with the inkling of anything like dawn, but just when the six of them had slept themselves back into wakefulness. They never exerted themselves during the day, but somehow when they climbed back into their beds they slept soundly enough. The only excitement of the day occured when they first opened the store. The store was a small room between the kitchen and the blue room. In the far wall was set a wide shelf, and upon this shelf their existence depended. Here, all the supplies "arrived". They would lock the door of the bare room last thing, and when they returned in the morning their needs - food, linen, a new washing machine - would be awaiting them on the questioned it among themselves. On this morning, Dapple and May were ready with the meal before the four men came down. Dapple even had to go to the foot of the wide stairs and call before Pief appeared; so that the opening of the store had to be postponed till after they had eaten, for although the opening had in no way become a ceremony, the women were nervous of going in alone. It was one of those things... "I hope to get some tobacco," Harley said as he unlocked the door. "I'm nearly out of it." They walked in and looked at the shelf. It was all but empty. "No food," observed May, hands on her aproned waist. "We shall be on short rations today." It was not the first time this had happened. Once - how long ago now? - they kept little track of time - no food had appeared for three days and the shelf had remained empty. They had accepted the shortage placidly. "We shall eat you before we starve, May," Pief said, and they laughed briefly to acknowledge the joke, although Pief had cracked it last time too. Pief was an unobtrusive little man: not the sort one would notice in a crowd. His small jokes were his most precious possession. Two packets only lay on the ledge. One was Harley's tobacco, one was a pack of cards. Harley pocketed the one with a grunt and displayed the other, slipping the pack from its wrapping and fanning it towards the others. "Anyone play?" he asked. |
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