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

"Ne? Why, Jerry? If it might be a Drac base-"
"Ne! Ne talk!" The Drac seemed to choke on the words.
"Jerry, we talk, and you better believe we talk! If I'm going to death it on this island, I have a right to
know why."
The Drac was quiet for a long time. "Davidge."
"Ess?"
"Nasesay you take. Half ration bars you leave. I stay."
I shook my head to clear it. "You want me to take the capsule alone?"
"What you want is, ne?"
"Ae, but why? You must realize there won't be any pickup."
"Possiblemaybeperhaps."
"Surda, nothing. You know there isn't going to be a pickup. What is it? You afraid of the water? If that's
it, we have a better chance-"
"Davidge, up your mouth shut. Nasesay you have. Me ne you need, gavey?"
I nodded in the dark. The capsule was mine for the taking; what did I need a grumpy Drac along for-
especially since our truce could expire at any moment? The answer made me feel a little silly- human.
Perhaps it's the same thing. The Drac was all that stood between me and utter aloneness. Still, there was
the small matter of staying alive. "We should go together, Jerry."
"Why?"
I felt myself blush. If humans have this need for companionship, why are they also ashamed to admit it?
"We just should. Our chances would be better."
"Alone your chances better are, Davidge. Your enemy I am."
I nodded again and grimaced in the dark. "Jerry, you gavey 'loneliness'?"
"Ne gavey."
"Lonely. Being alone, by myself."
"Gavey you alone. Take nasesay; I stay."

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"That's it... see, viga, I don't want to."
"You want together go?" A low, dirty chuckle came from the other side of the shack. "You Dracon like?
You me death, Irkmaan." Jerry chuckled some more. "Irkmaan poorzhab in head, poorzhab."
"Forget it!" I slid down from the wall, smoothed i out the sand, and curled up with my back toward I the
Drac. The wind seemed to die down a bit and I ' closed my eyes to try and sleep. In a bit, the snap, crack
of the plastic roof blended in with the background of shrieks and whistles and I felt I myself drifting off,
when my eyes opened wide at the sound of footsteps in the sand. I tensed, ready to spring.
"Davidge?" Jerry's voice was very quiet.
"What?"
I heard the Drac sit on the sand next to me. "You loneliness, Davidge. About it hard you talk, ne?"
"So what?" The Drac mumbled something that was lost in the wind. "What?" I turned over and saw
Jerry looking through a hole in the wall. "Why I stay. Now, you I tell, ne?" I shrugged. "Okay; why
not?" Jerry seemed to struggle with the words, then opened its mouth to speak. Its eyes opened wide.
"Magasiennal"
I sat up. "Ess?"
Jerry pointed at the hole. "Soaker!" I pushed it out of the way and looked through the hole. Steaming
toward our island was an insane mountainous fury of white-capped rollers. It was hard to tell in the dark,
but the one in front looked taller than the one that had wet our feet a few days before. The ones
following it were bigger. Jerry put a hand on my shoulder and I looked into the Drac's eyes. We broke
and ran for the capsule. We heard the first wave rumbling up the slope as we felt around in the dark for