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

crouching position. I waved my hand and shook my head. "Ease off, Jerry. I'm just going to look
around." I turned my back on it and trudged off between the boulders. I walked uphill for a few minutes
until I reached level ground.
It was an island, all right, and not a very big one. By eyeball estimation, height from sea level was only
eighty meters, while the island itself was about two kilometers long and less than half that wide. The
wind whipping my jumpsuit against my body was at least drying it out, but as I looked around at the
smooth-ground boulders on top of the rise, I realized that Jerry and I could expect bigger waves than the
few puny ones we had seen.
A rock clattered behind me and I turned to see Jerry climbing up the slope. When it reached the top, the
Drac looked around. I squatted next to one of the boulders and passed my hand over it to indicate the
smoothness, then I pointed toward the sea. Jerry nodded. "Ae, gavey." It pointed downhill toward the
capsule, then to where we stood. "Echey masu, nasesay."
I frowned, then pointed at the capsule. "Nasesay? The capsule?"
"Ae, capsule nasesay. Echey masu." Jerry pointed at its feet.
I shook my head. "Jerry, if you gavey how these rocks got smooth"-I pointed at one-"then you gavey
that masuing the nasesay up here isn't going to do a damned bit of good." I made a sweeping up and
down movement with my hands. "Waves." I pointed at the sea below. "Waves, up here." I pointed to
where we stood. "Waves, echey."
"Ae, gavey." Jerry looked around the top of the rise, then rubbed the side of its face. The Drac squatted
next to some small rocks and began piling one on top of another. "Viga, Davidge."
I squatted next to it and watched while its nimble fingers constructed a circle of stones that quickly grew
into a dollhouse-sized arena. Jerry stuck one of its fingers in the center of the circle. "Echey, nasesay."




The days on Fyrine IV seemed to be three times longer than any I had seen on any other habitable
planet. I use the designation "habitable" with reservations. It took us most of the first day to painfully
roll Jerry's nasesay up to the top of the rise. The night was too black to work and was bone-cracking
cold. We removed the couch from the capsule, which made just enough room for both of us to fit inside.
The body heat warmed things up a bit; and we killed time between sleeping, nibbling on Jerry's supply
of ration bars (they taste a bit like fish mixed with cheddar cheese), and trying to come to some
agreement about language.
"Eye."
"Thuyo."
"Finger."
"Zurath."
"Head."

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The Drac laughed. "Lode."
"Ho, ho, very funny."
"Ho, ho."




At dawn on the second day, we rolled and pushed the capsule into the center of the rise and wedged it