"Lem - Seventh Voyage" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lem Stanislaw)

For the Thursday me was indeed trying to tear the spacesuit off him.

"Give me the spacesuit!" bellowed the Thursday me as he wrestled
with the other.
"Get off! What are you trying to do? Don't you realize I'm the one
who should have it, and not you?!" howled the other.
"And why is that, pray?"
"For the reason, fool, that I'm closer to Saturday than you, and by
Saturday there will be two of us in suits!"
"But that's ridiculous," I said, getting into their argument, "at
best you'll be alone in the suit on Saturday, like an absolute
idiot, and won't be able to do a thing. Let me have the suit: if I
put it on now, then you'll be wearing it on Friday as the Friday me,
and I will also on Saturday as the Saturday me, and so you see there
will then be two of us, and with two suits...Come on, Thursday, give
me a hand!!"
"Wait," protested the Friday me when I had forcibly yanked the
spacesuit off his back. "In the first place, there is no one here
for you to call 'Thursday,' since midnight has passed and you are
now the Thursday me, and in the second place, it'll be better if I
stay in the spacesuit. The spacesuit won't do you a bit of good."
"Why not? If I put it on today, I'll have it on tomorrow too."
"You'll see for yourself...after all, I was already you, on
Thursday, and my Thursday has passed, so I ought to know..."
"Enough talk. Let go of it this instant!" I snarled. But he grabbed
it from me and I chased him, first through the engine room and then
into the cabin. It somehow worked out that there were only two of us
now. Suddenly I understood why the Thursday me, when we were
standing at the hatch with the tools, had told me that the Friday me
took the spacesuit from him: for in the meantime I myself had become
the Thursday me, and here the Friday me was in fact taking it. But I
had no intention of giving in that easily. Just you wait, I thought,
I'll take care of you, and out I ran into the corridor, and from
there to the engine room, where before--during the chase--I had
noticed a heavy pipe lying on the floor, which served to stoke the
atomic pile, and I picked it up and--thus armed--dashed back to the
cabin.



Part 6. The Sunday Me
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The other me was already in the spacesuit, he had pulled on
everything but the helmet.
"Out of the spacesuit!" I snapped, clenching my pipe in a
threatening manner.
"Not a chance."
"Out, I say!!"
Then I wondered whether or not I should hit him. It was a little
disconcerting, the fact that he had neither a black eye nor a bump