"Ellen Gilchrist - Black Winter" - читать интересную книгу автора (Gilchrist Ellen)

Loseling Monastery we remember rainbow travel and put on our rainbow
costumes and dance for one another and are not sad. How happy we are
that our minds are still free to travel and tell each other stories.тАЭ
It dried my tears to hear Gangkar's story. Perhaps my children and
grandchildren are rainbows now. Perhaps the end was swift, unexpected,
clean. Perhaps they live. No, they do not live. I must not think like that.
The monks have put a beautiful cloth painting of their monastery on
our wall. It is painted on the lightest silk imaginable, but it is very strong.
Gangkar showed me the paths that led from one part of the monastery to
another. There had been seven to ten thousand monks there before the
Chinese came.
They kneel in prayer for many hours each day. They are very careful of
everything they eat, thanking and praising whatever gave up its life to feed
them. I don't know what they think about peanut butter Nabs. That's a lot
of different ingredients.
Tannin and I kneel with them as long as our knees can stand it. Mort
likes them. He thinks it is good karma that they have shown up but he
won't kneel with them. He has been busy with his instruments measuring
the slant and amount of sunlight and monitoring the direction of the
winds. He has several notebooks full of scientific data. We gave him one of
the ones we found in the canoe shop.
Mort wants to take a trip to Fayetteville before we start for the equator
but Tannin and I are afraid to. It was our home. I can't stand to see it
mined. I asked Gangkar and Bhagang about the children of Fayetteville.
They said most of them have been gathered into the basements of the
thickest buildings and are not allowed to go outside for anything.
тАЬWhat do they do?тАЭ
тАЬThey play and study. They have an orchestra and put on plays and
concerts. They are heavily guarded at all times.тАЭ
I thought of the children I knew there who were especially dear to me. I
thought of three children who were caught up in a terrible divorce on the
day the nuclear devices ruined the world. Now the divorce would not
matter to anyone. It would never come to court. They would never have to
choose between their mother and their father.
Last night Mort spread out all his charts and talked to Gangkar and
Bhagang about his theories. About atmospheric science and the
destruction of ozone and how he thought the only place it would be warm
enough to grow food would be near the equator.
I told them about the Mayan rains in Mexico and Belize and how much
they resembled the painting they showed us of their monastery.
тАЬIn short,тАЭ Mort said. тАЬTannin and Rhoda and I would like you to go
with us if you want to go. We will take the vehicles as long as the gasoline
lasts. I think I can convert some of the motor oil but that will be a last
resort. We can pull a trailer with supplies and any of you who won't fit
into the vehicle. We will have to walk sooner or later but perhaps we will
be in south Texas or Mexico by then.тАЭ
тАЬThere's no point in staying here,тАЭ Tannin added. тАЬThese woods are
going to die.тАЭ
тАЬIt will be an adventure,тАЭ I put in. тАЬWe all have good walking shoes. I'm
not worried about gasoline. As long as we are moving in the right