"Duane, Diane - Tos - Spock's World" - читать интересную книгу автора (Duane Diane) Position yourself in the right place-on the surface
of the moon, say, somewhere near the slow-moving dayline, or in one of the LS habitats swinging in peaceful captivity around the world-and you can see it without any trouble: the old Earth in the new Earth's arms. Some pccprefer her that way to any other. Not for them the broad blue cloud-swirled disk, all bright and safe and easily seen. They want mystery; they want the Earth's nightly half-bath in the old dark. She always emerges, but (to these people's relief) she always dips in again-the blue fire fading away down through the spectrum, the rainbow of atmosphere's edge, dawn through the last flash of crimson, to black. And when she does, the stars come out. Faithful as the other, farther stars, in steady constellations, they turn as the night that holds them turns-the splatters of spilled-gem light that are BosWash, Ellay, Greater Peking, Bolshe-Maskva, Plu'Paris. The great roadways across continents are bright threads, deli- cate as if spiders of fire had spun them: here and there the light is gentled by coming from far underwater, as in the Shelf cities off the Pacific coasts of Japan and old North America. At the edge, a sliding around the curved edge of things: but the limb is narrow, the merest shaving of pearl and turquoise curving against the breadth of night. And for the time being, night reigns. In places light shows without man having made it. When the moon is in the right phase, the polar icecaps are one wide sheen of palely burning white; the Rockies and the Himalayas and the Alps and .andes glow with a firefly fire, faint but persistent. Sometimes even the Great Wall will show: a silver hair, twisting, among the silver glint of rivers . . . and afterward the Moon will slide away and around in her long dance with the Earth to gaze at the great diffuse bloom of her own disk's light in Atlantic or Pacific. Half a month from now the Moon will swing around at the new, and all these places, under the sun again, will give their light back to her, ashen, a breath of silver against the dark side of the satellite's phase. But for now the Earth keeps the moonlight and the romance to herself, slowly turning, shimmering faint and lovely like a promise made and kept a long time ago. Darkness scattered with diamonds, and the darkness never whole: there she lies, and turns in her sleep .... |
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