"Samuel R. Delany - The Fall Of The Towers 3 - City Of A Thousand Suns" - читать интересную книгу автора (Delaney Samuel R)

had carried for so long now, and set it ringing with each word of the choppy message.

тАЬSaw Jeof after you. You get. Says heтАЩll eat you for breakfast. Go now. He means it. Kino.тАЭ

He spent two seconds trying to figure out how they could have slept through the sound of the rock, then
spiralled to the conclusion that the rock flung from the street was what had awakened him at first. The
thought was cut off by a crash on the first floor. He turned, and saw her open her eyes. Beneath those
olive lids, brown pools, where gold flecks surfaced in the proper light, smiled. The smile vaulted towards
him across the grimey boards, ricocheting from clapboard wall to stained clapboard wall (where the only
thing beautiful was perhaps her red-chalk portrait of him) and from the elation that filled him, even his
dawn-tired irises relaxed, and against the rods and cones deep in his eyes, the room brightened. тАЬAnd I
love you this morning too,тАЭ she said.

As his own smile came, a dark thought made an ominous rippling in his mind; she also wakes to a sound
that she did not hear, seeing only me, as a moment before I saw her.

Below, furniture toppled again.

She asked him a question with her face, silently, lips parting farther, tilting her head on the pillow. He
answered her with the same frown and a shrug of his flat, naked shoulders.

A rush of feet on the stair; then the sharp voice of the woman who ran the boarding-house, protesting
along the hall: тАЬYou canтАЩt just break in here like this! I run a respectable boarding-house. I have my
licence! You ruffians get out of here. I tell you I have myтАжтАЭ

The voice stopped, the wave broke, something hit the door, hard, and it flew open, banging the foot of
the bed. тАЬGood morning.тАЭ

тАЬWhat the hell do you want?тАЭ he said.

There was no answer, and in the silence he looked at the squat neanderthal, disproportionate torso,
bowed legs; the cheek had been laid open six times, and the scars crossed and crossed again. There was
a wide maroon scab over the left eye from a recent injury. The edges of the scab were wet. Ugly, he
thought. Ugly.

The weight shifted from right foot to left, slowly, and the hip that was up went down, and the one that
was down went up. тАЬI want to make you miserableтАЭ Jeof said, and stepped into the room. Three others
stepped in behind him. тАЬI see you got KinoтАЩs message.тАЭ He laughed. тАЬWe took it away from him last
night when he made his first try.тАЭ Then a repentant look superimposed itself over the grin. тАЬBut then I
thought maybe IтАЩd toss it up here this morning before I came to say hello.тАЭ Jeof took another step into the
room, looked sideways, and saw where she sat in the bed, eyes wide and golden, skin pale, hands,
mouth, eyes, and shoulders terrified. тАЬWell, helloooo!тАЭ

Vol leapt forwardтАФ

тАФhis stomach wrapped itself around a jutting fist. He grunted, closed his eyes, and hit the floor. When he
opened them, a second later, there were at least another six people in the room. Two jerked him upright
again. Then Jeof hit him in the stomach once more, and as his head flopped forward the hand came back
the other way, knuckles first, and slapped his face up. тАЬNow,тАЭ Jeof said, turning away from Vol Again.
тАЬAs I was saying, hello.тАЭ