"Bradbury, Ray - The Illustrated Man" - читать интересную книгу автора (Bradbury Ray)

Mr. and Mrs. George Hadley beat at the door. УNow, donТt be ridiculous, children. ItТs time to go. Mr. McCleanТll be here in a minute and . . .Ф

And then they heard the sounds.

The lions on three sides of them, in the yellow veldt grass, padding through the dry straw, rumbling and roaring in their throats.

The lions.

Mr. Hadley looked at his wife and they turned and looked back at the beasts edging slowly forward crouching, tails stiff.

Mr. and Mrs. Hadley screamed.

And suddenly they realized why those other screams had sounded familiar.

УWell, here I am,Ф said David McClean in the nursery doorway, УOh, hello.Ф He stared at the two children seated in the center of the open glade eating a little picnic lunch. Beyond them was the water hole and the yellow veldtland; above was the hot sun. He began to perspire. УWhere are your father and mother?Ф

The children looked up and smiled. УOh, theyТll be here directly.Ф

УGood, we must get going.Ф At a distance Mr. McClean saw the lions fighting and clawing and then quieting down to feed in silence under the shady trees.

He squinted at the lions with his hand tip to his eyes.

Now the lions were done feeding. They moved to the water hole to drink.

A shadow flickered over Mr. McCleanТs hot face. Many shadows flickered. The vultures were dropping down the blazing sky.

УA cup of tea?Ф asked Wendy in the silence.


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The Illustrated Man shifted in his sleep. He turned, and each time he turned another picture came to view, coloring his back, his arm, his wrist. He flung a hand over the dry night grass. The fingers uncurled and there upon his palm another Illustration stirred to life. He twisted, and on his chest was an empty space of stars and blackness, deep, deep, and something moving among those stars, something falling in the blackness, falling while I watched. . . .


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Kaleidoscope


THE first concussion cut the rocket up the side with a giant can opener. The men were thrown into space like a dozen wriggling silverfish. They were scattered into a dark sea; and the ship, in a million pieces, went on, a meteor swarm seeking a lost sun.

УBarkley, Barkley, where are you?Ф

The sound of voices calling like lost children on a cold night.

УWoode, Woode!Ф

УCaptain!Ф

УHollis, Hollis, this is Stone.Ф