"The Giver Quartet" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lowry, Lois)

He had been frightened then. The sense of his own community silent, waiting, had made his stomach churn. He had trembled.



But it had been nothing. Within minutes the speakers had crackled again, and the voice, reassuring now and less urgent, had explained that a Pilot-in-Training had misread his navigational instructions and made a wrong turn. Desperately the Pilot had been trying to make his way back before his error was noticed.



NEEDLESS TO SAY, HE WILL BE RELEASED, the voice



had said, followed by silence. There was an ironic tone to that final message, as if the Speaker found it amusing; and Jonas had smiled a little, though he knew what a grim statement it had been. For a contributing citizen to be re-leased from the community was a final decision, a terrible punishment, an overwhelming statement of failure.



Even the children were scolded if they used the term lightly at play, jeering at a teammate who missed a catch or stumbled in a race. Jonas had done it once, had shouted at his best friend, тАЬThatтАЩs it, Asher! YouтАЩre released!тАЭ when AsherтАЩs clumsy error had lost a match for his team. He had been taken aside for a brief and serious talk by the coach, had hung his head with guilt and embarrassment, and apologized to Asher after the game.



Now, thinking about the feeling of fear as he pedaled home along the river path, he remembered that moment of palpable, stomach-sinking terror when the aircraft had streaked above. It was not what he was feeling now with December approaching. He searched for the right word to describe his own feeling.



Jonas was careful about language. Not like his friend, Asher, who talked too fast and mixed things up, scrambling words and phrases until they were barely recognizable and often very funny.



Jonas grinned, remembering the morning that Asher had dashed into the classroom, late as usual, arriving breathlessly in the middle of the chanting of the morning anthem. When the class took their seats at the conclusion of the patriotic hymn, Asher remained standing to make his public apology as was required.



тАЬI apologize for inconveniencing my learning community.тАЭ Asher ran through the standard apology phrase rap-idly, still catching his breath. The Instructor and class waited patiently for his explanation. The students had all been grinning, because they had listened to AsherтАЩs explanations so many times before.



тАЬI left home at the correct time but when I was riding along near the hatchery, the crew was separating some salmon. I guess I just got distraught, watching them.



тАЬI apologize to my classmates,тАЭ Asher concluded. He smoothed his rumpled tunic and sat down.



тАЬWe accept your apology, Asher.тАЭ The class recited the standard response in unison. Many of the students were biting their lips to keep from laughing.



тАЬI accept your apology, Asher,тАЭ the Instructor said. He was smiling. тАЬAnd I thank you, because once again you have provided an opportunity for a lesson in language. тАШDistraughtтАЩ is too strong an adjective to describe salmon-viewing.тАЭ He turned and wrote тАЬdistraughtтАЭ on the instructional board. Beside it he wrote тАЬdistracted.тАЭ