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

He could feel the presence of the population
around him. After days in a tent on the Suffolk coast,
the weight of ten million people so close to him
seemed to make the air vibrate. The tube was full of
garish colours and bare flesh, as people headed to
clubs and parties.

His father would probably be waiting for him. He
knew Saul was coming back, and he would surely
make an effort to be welcoming, forfeiting his usual
evening in the pub to greet his son. Saul already
resented him for that. He felt gauche and uncharitable,
but he despised his father's faltering attempts to




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communicate. He was happier when the two of them
avoided each other. Being surly was easy, and felt
more honest.


By the time his tube train burst out of the tunnels of
the Jubilee Line it was dark. Saul knew the route.
The darkness transformed the rubble behind Finchley
Road into a dimly glimpsed no-man's-land, but he
was able to fill in the details he could not see, even
down to the tags and the graffiti. Burner. Nax. Coma.
He knew the names of the intrepid little rebels
clutching their magic markers, and he knew where
they had been.

The grandiose tower of the Gaumont State cinema
jutted into the sky on his left, a bizarre totalitarian
monument among the budget groceries and hoardings
of Kilburn High Road. Saul could feel the cold
through the windows and he wrapped his coat around
him as the train neared Willesden station. The passengers
had thinned. Saul left only a very few behind
him as he got out of the carriage.

Outside the station he huddled against the chill.
The air smelt faintly of smoke from some local