"Cormac McCarthy - The Road" - читать интересную книгу автора (McCarthy Cormac)

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They left the cart in a gully covered with the tarp and made their way up the slope
through the dark poles of the standing trees to where he'd seen a running ledge of
rock and they sat under the rock overhang and watched the gray sheets of rain blow
across the valley. It was very cold. They sat huddled together wrapped each in a
blanket over their coats and after a while the rain stopped and there was just the
dripping in the woods.
When it had cleared they went down to the cart and pulled away the tarp and got
their blankets and the things they would need for the night. They went back up the
hill and made their camp in the dry dirt under the rocks and the man sat with his arms
around the boy trying to warm him. Wrapped in the blankets, watching the nameless
dark come to enshroud them. The gray shape of the city vanished in the night's onset
like an apparition and he lit the little lamp and set it back out of the wind. Then they
walked out to the road and he took the boy's hand and they went to the top of the
hill where the road crested and where they could see out over the darkening country
to the south, standing there in the wind, wrapped in their blankets, watching for any
sign of a fire or a lamp. There was nothing. The lamp in the rocks on the side of the
hill was little more than a mote of light and after a while they walked back. Everything
too wet to make a fire. They ate their poor meal cold and lay down in their bedding
with the lamp between them. He'd brought the boy's book but the boy was too tired
for reading. Can we leave the lamp on till I'm asleep? he said. Yes. Of course we
can.



He was a long time going to sleep. After a while he turned and looked at the man.
His face in the small light streaked with black from the rain like some old world
thespian. Can I ask you something? he said.
Yes. Of course.
Are we going to die?
Sometime. Not now.
And we're still going south.
Yes.
So we'll be warm.
Yes.
Okay.
Okay what?
Nothing. Just okay.
Go to sleep.
Okay.
I'm going to blow out the lamp. Is that okay?
Yes. That's okay.
And then later in the darkness: Can I ask you something?
Yes. Of course you can.
What would you do if I died?
If you died I would want to die too.
 So you could be with me?