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

Ender did not feel like laughing, but he laughed. "You mean it takes this many
of you to fight one Third?"

"We're people, not Thirds, turd face. You're about as strong as a fart!"

But they let go of him. And as soon as they did, Ender kicked out high and
hard, catching Stilson square in the breastbone. He dropped. It took Ender by
surprise he hadn't thought to put Stilson on the ground with one kick. It didn't
occur to him that Stilson didn't take a fight like this seriously, that he
wasn't prepared for a truly desperate blow.

For a moment, the others backed away and Stilson lay motionless. They were all
wondering if he was dead. Ender, however, was trying to figure out a way to
forestall vengeance. To keep them from taking him in a pack tomorrow. I have to
win this now, and for all time, or I'll fight it every day and it will get worse
and worse. Ender knew the unspoken rules of manly warfare, even though he was
only six. It was forbidden to strike the opponent who lay helpless on the
ground; only an animal would do that.

So Ender walked to Stilson's supine body and kicked him again, viciously, in
the ribs. Stilson groaned and rolled away from him. Ender walked around him and
kicked him again, in the crotch. Stilson could not make a sound; he only doubled
up and tears streamed out of his eyes.

Then Ender looked at the others coldly. "You might be having some idea of
ganging up on me. You could probably beat me up pretty bad. But just remember
what I do to people who try to hurt me. From then on you'd be wondering when I'd
get you, and how bad it would be." He kicked Stilson in the face. Blood from his
nose spattered the ground nearby. "It wouldn't be this bad," Ender said. "It
would be worse."

He turned and walked away. Nobody followed him, He turned a corner into the
corridor leading to the bus stop. He could hear the boys behind him saying,
"Geez. Look at him. He's wasted." Ender leaned his head against the wall of the
corridor and cried until the bus came. I am just like Peter. Take my monitor
away, and I am just like Peter.



Chapter 2 -- Peter

"All right, it's off. How's he doing?"

"You live inside somebody's body for a few years, you get used to it. I look
at his face now, I can't tell what's going on. I'm not used to seeing his facial
expressions. I'm used to feeling them."

"Come on, we're not talking about psychoanalysis here. We're soldiers, not
witch doctors. You just saw him beat the guts out of the leader of a gang."