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

''We accept your apology," they all uttered together.



''Jonas,'' she said, looking down at him, ''I apologize to you in particular. I caused you anguish.''



"I accept your apology,'' Jonas replied shakily. "Please come to the stage now.''



Earlier that day, dressing in his own dwelling, he had practiced the kind of jaunty, self-assured walk that he hoped he could make to the stage when his turn came. All of that was forgotten now. He simply willed himself to stand, to move his feet that felt weighted and clumsy, to go forward, up the steps and across the platform until he stood at her side.



Reassuringly she placed her arm across his tense shoulders.



"Jonas has not been assigned," she informed the crowd, and his heart sank.



Then she went on. ''Jonas has been selected."



He blinked. What did that mean? He felt a collective, questioning stir from the audience. They, too, were puzzled.



In a firm, commanding voice she announced, ''Jonas has been selected to be our next Receiver of Memory."



Then he heard the gasp тАФ the sudden intake of breath, drawn sharply in astonishment, by each of the seated citizens. He saw their faces; the eyes widened in awe.



And still he did not understand.



"Such a selection is very, very rare," the Chief Elder told the audience. "Our community has only one Receiver. It is he who trains his successor.



"We have had our current Receiver for a very long time,'' she went on. Jonas followed her eyes and saw that she was looking at one of the Elders. The Committee of Elders was sitting together in a group; and the Chief Elder's eyes were now on one who sat in the midst but seemed oddly separate from them. It was a man Jonas had never noticed before, a bearded man with pale eyes. He was watching Jonas intently.