"China Mieville - King Rat" - читать интересную книгу автора (Mieville China)

He knew he should go in, should rouse his father
from slumber, and he even got as far as reaching for
the door. But he stopped and looked at his own room.


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He sneered at himself in disgust, but he crept towards
it anyway.

He could apologize in the morning. I thought you
were asleep, Dad. I heard you snoring. I came in drunk
and fell into bed. I was so knackered I wouldn't have
been any kind of company anyway. He cocked an
ear, heard only the voices of one of the late-night
discussion programmes his father so loved, muffled
and pompous. Saul turned away and slipped into his
room.


Sleep came easily. Saul dreamed of being cold, and
woke once in the night to pull his duvet closer. He
dreamed of slamming, a heavy beating noise, so loud
it pulled him out of sleep and he realized it was real, it
was there. Adrenaline surged through him, making
him tremble. His heart quivered and lurched as he
swung out of bed.

It was icy in the flat.
Someone was pounding on the front door.

The noise would not stop, it was frightening him.
He was shaking, disorientated. It was not yet light.
Saul glanced at his clock. It was a little after six. He
stumbled into the hall. The horrible bang bang bang was incessant, and now he could hear shouting
as well,
distorted and unintelligible.

He fought into a shin and shouted: 'Who is it?'