"Robin Hobb - Wizard Of The Pigeons" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hobb Robin)

from the shop, pushing him boisterously as it rushed past him.
He strode down the street, letting, the exercise warm him. A
tiny pang reminded him that he had not yet eaten today. Time
to take care of that. He heard the approaching nimble of a bus.
Tucking his shopping bag firmly under one arm, he sprinted
to the stop just ahead of it-

The bus gusted up to the stop and flung its door open before
him. Wizard ascended the steps and smiled at the bus driver
who stared straight ahead. He found a seat halfway down the
aisle and sat looking out the window. " *... Cannot rival for
one hour October's bright blue weather,'" he quoted softly to
himself with satisfaction. He stared out the window.

The bus nudged into its next stop and five passengers boarded.
The four women took seats together at the back, but the old
man worked his slow way down the aisle to stop beside Wiz-
ard's seat. Wizard felt his presence and turned to look at him.
The old man nodded gravely and arranged himself carefully in
the seat as the bus jerked away from the curb. The old man
nodded to the sway of the bus, but didn't speak until Wizard
had turned to stare out the window again.

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"My boy isn't coming home from college for Thanksgiving
this year. Says be can't afford it, and when we said we'd pay,
he said he needed the time to study. Can you beat mat? So I
asked him, 'What are Mother and I supposed to do, eat a whole
turkey by ourselves?' So he said, 'Why don't you have chicken
instead?' No understanding. He's our youngest, you see. The
others are all long moved away."

Wizard nodded as he turned to look at the old man, but be,
was staring at the back of the next seat. As soon as Wizard
turned back to the window, he started it again.
"Our second girl had a baby last spring. But she won't come
either. Says she wants to have their first Thanksgiving together,
just her family alone. So when I said, 'Well, aren't we family,
too?' she just said, 'Oh, Daddy, you know how small our place
is. By the time you drove clear down here for Thanksgiving,
you'd have to spend the night, and I just don't have any place
to put you.' Can you beat mat?" The old man gave a weary
cough. "Eldest boy's in Germany, you know. Stationed there
fourteen months now, and only three letters. Phoned us three
weeks ago, though. And when his mother asked him why be
didn't write to us, he says, 'Oh, Mom, you know how it is.
You know I do love you, even if I don't find time to write.'
After he hangs up, she says to me, 'Yes, I know he loves us,
but I wish I could feel him love us.' It's for her I mind. Not