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

УYou heard me, Captain. DonТt pull your rank on me, youТre ten thousand miles away by now, and letТs not kid ourselves. As Stimson puts it, itТs a long way down.Ф

УSee here, Applegate!Ф

УCan it. This is a mutiny of one. I havenТt a damn thing to lose. Your ship was a bad ship and you were a bad captain and I hope you break when you hit the Moon.Ф

УIТm ordering you to stop!Ф

УCo on, order me again.Ф Applegate smiled across ten thousand miles. The captain was silent. Applegate continued, УWhere were we, Hollis? Oh yes, I remember. I hate you too. But you know that. YouТve known it for a long time.Ф

Hollis clenched his lists, helplessly.

УI want to tell you something,Ф said Applegate. УMake you happy. I was the one who blackballed you with the Rocket Company five years ago.

A meteor flashed by. Hollis looked down and his left hand was gone. Blood spurted. Suddenly there was no air in his suit. He had enough air in his lungs to move his right hand over and twist a knob at his left elbow, tightening the joint and sealing the leak. It had happened so quickly that he was not surprised. Nothing surprised him any more. The air in the suit came back to normal in an instant now that the leak was sealed. And the blood that had flowed so swiftly was pressured as he fastened the knob yet tighter, until it made a tourniquet.

All of this took place in a terrible silence on his part. And the other men chatted. That one man, Lespere, went on and on with his talk about his wife on Mars, his wife on Venus, his wife on Jupiter, his money, his wondrous times, his drunkenness, his gambling, his happiness. On and on, while they all fell. Lespere reminisced on the past, happy, while he fell to his death.



It was so very odd. Space, thousands of miles of space, and these voices vibrating in the center of it. No one visible at all, and only the radio waves quivering and trying to quicken other men into emotion.

УAre you angry, Hollis?Ф

УNo.Ф And he was not. The abstraction had returned and he was a thing of dull concrete, forever falling nowhere.

УYou wanted to get to the top all your life, Hollis. You always wondered what happened. I put the black mark on you just before I was tossed out myself.Ф

УThat isnТt important,Ф said Hollis. And it was not. It was gone. When life is over it is like a flicker of bright film, an instant on the screen, all of its prejudices and passions condensed and illumined for an instant on space, and before you could cry out, УThere was a happy day, there a bad one, there an evil face, there a good one,Ф the film burned to a cinder, the screen went dark.

From this outer edge of his life, looking back, there was only one remorse, and that was only that he wished to go on living. Did all dying people feel this way, as if they had never lived? Did life seem that short, indeed, over and done before you took a breath? Did it seem this abrupt and impossible to everyone, or only to himself, here, now, with a few hours left to him for thought and deliberation?

One of the other men, Lespere, was talking. УWell, I had me a good time: I had a wife on Mars, Venus, and Jupiter. Each of them had money and treated me swell. I got drunk and once I gambled away twenty thousand dollars.Ф

But youТre here now, thought Hollis. I didnТt have any of those things. When I was living I was jealous of you, Lespere; when I had another day ahead of me I envied you your women and your good times. Women frightened me and I went into space, always wanting them and jealous of you for having them, and money, and as much happiness as you could have in your own wild way. But now, falling here, with everything over, IТm not jealous of you any more, because itТs over for you as it is for me, and right now itТs like it never was. Hollis craned his face forward and shouted into the telephone.

УItТs all over, Lespere!Ф Silence.

УItТs just as if it never was, Lespere!Ф

УWhoТs that?Ф LespereТs faltering voice. УThis is Hollis.Ф

He was being mean. He felt the meanness, the senseless meanness of dying. Applegate had hurt him; now he wanted to hurt another. Applegate and space had both wounded him.

УYouТre out here, Lespere. ItТs all over. ItТs just as if it had never happened, isnТt it?Ф

УNo.Ф

УWhen anythingТs over, itТs just like it never happened. Where's your life any better than mine, now? Now is what counts. Is it any better? Is it?Ф