"Richard Matheson - What Dreams May Come" - читать интересную книгу автора (Matheson Richard)
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I moved into a church I'd never seen before. All the pews were filled with people. Their forms
were gray, I couldn't see their features. I walked down the middle aisle, trying to understand why
I was there. What church was this? And why was the sound of Ann's crying coming from here?
I saw her sitting in the front pew, dressed in black, Richard on her right, Marie and Ian to her
left. Next to Richard, I could see Louise and her husband. All of them were dressed in black. They
were easier to see than the other people in the church yet even they looked faded, ghostlike. I
could still hear the sobbing even though Ann was silent. It's in her mind, it came to me; and our
minds are so close I hear it. I hurried toward her to stop it.
I stopped in front of her. "I'm here," I said.
She looked ahead as though I hadn't spoken; as though I weren't there at all. None of them looked
toward me. Were they embarrassed by my presence and pretending not to see? I glanced down at
myself. Perhaps it was my outfit. Hadn't I been wearing it a long time now? It seemed as though I
had although I wasn't sure.
I looked back up. "All right," I said. I had difficulty speaking; my tongue felt thick. "All
right," I repeated slowly. "I'm not dressed correctly. And I'm late. That doesn't mean ..." My
voice trailed off because Ann kept looking straight ahead. I might have been invisible. "Ann,
please," I said.
She twitched sharply, looking up, her face gone blank.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
The crying in her mind abruptly surfaced and she jerked her left hand up to cover her eyes, trying
to repress a sob. I felt a numbing pain inside my head. What's wrong? I thought. "Ann, what's
wrong?" I pleaded.
She didn't answer and I looked at Richard. His face was tight, tears running down his cheeks.
"'Richard, what is going on?" I asked. My words sounded slurred as though I were drunk.
He didn't answer and I looked at Ian. "Will you please tell me?" I asked. I felt a stab of anguish
looking at him.
He was sobbing quietly, rubbing shaky fingers at his cheeks, trying to brush away the tears that
fell from his eyes. What in the name of God? I thought.
Then I knew. Of course. The dream; it still continued. I was in the hospital being operated onтАФno,
I was asleep on my bed and dreamingтАФwhatever! flared my mind. The dream was continuing and now it
included my own funeral. I had to turn away from them; I couldn't stand to watch them crying so. I
hate this stupid dream! I thought. When was it going to end?!
It was torment to me to be turned away when, just behind me, I could hear Ann and the children
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