"Karl Glogaver - 02 - Breakfast In The Ruins" - читать интересную книгу автора (Moorcock Michael)There was a crunch and the man grunted in pain, hopping about the room. "Oh,
I've had enough of this!" Now the other two boys were awake. Their eyes stared in horror at the hopping figure. Perhaps they thought it was a ghost. The white man blundered back out of the room, leaving the door swinging on its hinges. Karl heard him go down the passage and descend the stairs. Karl got up and lit the lamp. He saw his butterfly case where he had left it beside the bed. The white man had stepped on it and broken the glass. All the butterflies were broken, too. - Won't it wash off? asks Karl. - Do you want it to come off? Don't you feel more free? -Free? What Would You Do? (4) You are escaping from an enemy. You have climbed along the top of a sloping slate roof, several stories up. It is raining. You slip and manage to hang on to the top of the roof. You try to get back, but your feet slip on the wet tiles. Below you, you can see a lead gutter. Will you risk sliding down the roof while there is still some strength left in your fingers and hope that you can catch the gutter as you go down and thus work your way to safety? Or will the chance that the gutter will break under your weight when you grab it. Perhaps, also, your enemy has discovered where you are and is coming along the roof towards you. 5 Liberation in Havana: 1898: Hooks "You may fire when ready, Gridley." COMMODORE DEWEY, May 1st, 1898. - There, it's dried nicely. The black man runs his nail down Karl's chest. - Are you religious, Karl? - Not really. - Do you believe in incarnation? Or what you might call "transincarnation", I suppose. -I don't know what you're talking about. The nail traces a line across his stomach. He gasps. The black man bares his teeth in a sudden smile. - Oh, you do really. What's this? Willful ignorance? How many people today suffer from that malaise! - Leave me alone. |
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