"Barry Longyear - Enemy Mine" - читать интересную книгу автора (Longyear Barry)

"Davidge. My name is Willis E. Davidge."
"Ess?"
I tried my tongue on the unfamiliar syllables. "Kos va son Willis Davidge."
"Eh." Jeriba Shigan nodded, then motioned with its fingers. "Dasu, Davidge."
"Same to you, Jerry."
"Dasu, dasu!" Jeriba began sounding a little impatient. I shrugged as best I could. The Drac bent over
and grabbed the front of my jumpsuit with both hands and pulled me to my feet. "Dasu, dasu, kizlode!"
"All right! So dasu is 'get up.' What's a kizlode?"
Jerry laughed. "Gavey 'kiz'?"
"Yeah, I gavey."
Jerry pointed at its head. "Lode." It pointed at my head. "Kizlode, gavey?"
I got it, then swung my arms around, catching Jerry upside its head with the metal rod. The Drac
stumbled back against a rock, looking surprised. It raised a hand to its head and withdrew it covered
with that pale pus that Dracs think is blood. It looked at me with murder in its eyes. "Gefh! Nu Gefh,
Davidge!"
"Come and get it, Jerry, you kizlode sonofabitch!"
Jerry dived at me and I tried to catch it again with the rod, but the Drac caught my right wrist in both
hands and, using the momentum of my swing, whirled me around, slamming my back against another
rock. Just as I was getting back my breath, Jerry picked up a small boulder and came at me with every
intention of turning my melon into pulp. With my back against the rock, I lifted a foot and kicked the
Drac in the midsection, knocking it to the sand. I ran up, ready to stomp Jerry's melon, but he pointed
behind me. I turned and saw another tidal wave gathering steam, and heading our way. "Kid" Jerry got
to its feet and scampered for the high ground with me following close behind.
With the roar of the wave at our backs, we weaved among the water- and sand-ground black boulders
until we reached Jerry's ejection capsule. The Drac stopped, put its shoulder to the egg-shaped
contraption, and began rolling it uphill. I could see Jerry's point. The capsule contained all of the
survival equipment and food either of us knew about. "Jerry!" I shouted above the rumble of the fast-
approaching wave. "Pull out this damn rod and I'll help!" The Drac frowned at me. "The rod, kizlode,
pull it out!" I cocked my head toward my outstretched arm.
Jerry placed a rock beneath the capsule to keep it from rolling back, then quickly untied my wrists and
pulled out the rod. Both of us put our shoulders to the capsule, and we quickly rolled it to higher ground.
The wave hit and climbed rapidly up the slope until it came up to our chests. The capsule bobbed like a
cork, and it was all we could do to keep control of the thing until the water receded, wedging the capsule
between three big boulders. I stood there, puffing.
Jerry dropped to the sand, its back against one of the boulders, and watched the water rush back out to
sea. "Magasiennal"
"You said it, brother." I sank down next to the Drac; we agreed by eye to a temporary truce, and
promptly passed out.
My eyes opened on a sky boiling with blacks and greys. Letting my head loll over on my left shoulder, I
checked out the Drac. It was still out. First, I thought that this would be the perfect time to get the drop
on Jerry. Second, I thought about how silly our insignificant scrap seemed compared to the insanity of
the sea that surrounded us. Why hadn't the rescue team come? Did the Dracon fleet wipe us out? Why

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hadn't the Dracs come to pick up Jerry? Did they wipe out each other? I didn't even know where I was.
An island. I had seen that much coming in, but where and in relation to what? Fyrine IV: the planet
didn't even rate a name, but was important enough to die over.
With an effort, I struggled to my feet. Jerry opened its eyes and quickly pushed itself to a defensive