"Orson Scott Card - Ender's Saga 01 - Ender's Game" - читать интересную книгу автора (Card Orson Scott)

Father glowered. "Children, this is no laughing matter."

Ender followed Father into the parlor. The IF officer rose to his feet when
they entered, but he did not extend a hand to Ender.

Mother was twisting her wedding band on her finger. "Andrew," she said. "I
never thought you were the kind to get in a fight."

"The Stilson boy is in the hospital," Father said. "You really did a number on
him. With your shoe, Ender, that wasn't exactly fair."

Ender shook his head. He had expected someone from the school to come about
Stilson, not an officer of the fleet. This was more serious than he had thought.
And yet he couldn't think what else he could have done.

"Do you have any explanation for your behavior, young man?" asked the officer.

Ender shook his head again. He didn't know what to say, and he was afraid to
reveal himself to be any more monstrous than his actions had made him out to be.
I'll take it, whatever the punishment is, he thought. Let's get it over with.

"We're willing to consider extenuating circumstances," the officer said. "But
I must tell you it doesn't look good. Kicking him in the groin, kicking him
repeatedly in the face and body when he was down-- sounds like you really
enjoyed it."

"I didn't," Ender whispered.

"Then why did you do it?"

"He had his gang there," Ender said.

"So? This excuses anything?"

"No."

"Tell me why you kept on kicking him. You had already won."

"Knocking him down won the first fight. I wanted to win all the next ones,
too, right then, so they'd leave me alone." Ender couldn't help it, he was too
afraid, too ashamed of his own acts: though he tried not to, he cried again.
Ender did not like to cry and rarely did; now, in less than a day, he had done
it three times. And each time was worse. To cry in front of his mother and
father and this military man, that was shameful. "You took away the monitor,"
Ender said. "I had to take care of myself, didn't I?"

"Ender, you should have asked a grown-up for help," Father began.

But the officer stood up and stepped across the room to Ender. He held out his
hand. "My name is Graff. Ender. Colonel Hyrum Graff. I'm director of primary