"Robert A. Heinlein - Farnham's Freehold" - читать интересную книгу автора (Heinlein Robert A)

"Huh?"
"I should say that my father agrees with your father. I don't know that
my pops is carrying around a radio tonight but I'm certain that he is
listening to one. Duke, every car in our family has a survival kit."
"No fooling!"
"My car out in your father's driveway, the one Karen and I drove down
from school, has a kit in its trunk that Pops picked before I re-entered
college. Pops takes it seriously, so I do."
Duke Farnham opened his mouth, closed it. His father asked, "Barbara,
what did your father select?"
"Oh, lots of things. Ten gallons of water. Food. A jeep can of gasoline.
Medicines. A sleeping bag. A gun -- "
"Can you use a gun?"
"Pops made me learn. A shovel. An ax. Clothes. Oh, yes, a radio. But the
important thing was 'Where?' -- so he kept saying. If I were at school, he
would expect me to head for the basement of the gym. But here -- Pops would
expect me to head up into the mountains."
"You won't need to."
"Sir?"
"Dad means," explained Karen, "that you are welcome in our panic hole."
Barbara showed a questioning look. Her host said, "Our bomb shelter.
'Farnham's Folly' my son calls it. I think you would be safer there than you
would be running for the hills-despite the fact that we are only ten miles
from a MAMMA Base. If an alarm comes, we'll duck into it. Right, Joseph?"
"Yes, sir! That way I stay on your payroll."
"The hell you do. You're fired the instant the sirens sound-and I start
charging you rent."
"Do I pay rent, too?" asked Barbara.
"You wash dishes. Everybody does. Even Duke."
"Count me out," Duke said grimly.
"Eh? Not that many dishes, Son."
"I'm not joking, Dad. Khrushchev said he would bury us -- and you're
making it come true. I'm not going to crawl into a hole in the ground!"
"As you wish, sir."

"Sonny boy!" His mother put down her cup. "If an attack comes, of course
you're going into the shelter!" She blinked back tears. "Promise Mother."
Young Farnham looked stubborn, then sighed. "All right. If an attack
comes -- if an alarm sounds, I mean; there isn't going to be an attack -- I'll
go into your panic hole. But, Dad, this is just to soothe Mother's nerves."
"Nevertheless you are welcome."
"Okay. Let's go into the living room and break out the cards-with a firm
understanding that we drop the subject. Suits?"
"Agreed." His father got up and offered his arm to his wife. "My dear?"
In the living room, Grace Farnham declined to play bridge. "No, dear,
I'm too upset. You play with the young people, and -- Joseph! Joseph, bring me
just a teensy bit more coffee. Royale, I mean. Don't look that way, Hubert; it
helps, you know it does."
"Would you like a Miltown, dear?"
"I don't need drugs. I'll just have a drop more coffee."