" Perry Rhodan 0059 - (51) Return from The Void" - читать интересную книгу автора (Perry Rhodan)

"What is itтАж?" asked Rosita and straightened up quickly.

Rous made a minimizing gesture with his hand. "Nothing. I guess itтАЩll be a bit stormy tonight."

"And why do we have to spend it in this particular cottage?" Rosita wanted to know.

Rous yawned. How could he make her realize that he had already answered that question 20 times
today? Though the very words bored him, he answered again: "We can go into any other cottage around
here if you want to."

Rosita made no reply. Rous looked along the street that passed in front of the house. Distributed at
random among gardens were the other houses, none of which was any larger than the one in which they
had found shelter, nor any smaller. They seemed to have all been uniformly constructed. They were a bit
dirty but nevertheless quite new in appearance. All were uniformly 6-cornered. Each of the rooms had 2
walls with windows which joined each other at a 120 angle, thus giving the room a strange appearance.

Strange, that is, for Terranians, thought Rous.

If the storm didnтАЩt raise too much dust one could see across the street and make out the garden and
another house with brightly lit windows.

Rous was bothered by those lightsтАФeven though heтАЩd been over there and convinced himself the house
was just as empty as all the others.

While the sun lowered somewhere behind a bank of obscuring dark clouds, the light yonder became
more noticeable until finally it was all there was to see beyond those windows. The light and a few
stunted trees outside that it illuminated.

Rous turned from the window and went out of the room into another shaped like the first. Its furnishings,
however, were different, and there were also 3 doors instead of 2.

He opened the door in the narrow rear wall and felt for the cord. He caught it in his hand and found the
wooden knob, pulled on it. The light came on.

He asked himself why he had come here again. This round table with half a dozen half-filled dishes and
the split wooden sticks for eating utensilsтАФheтАЩd seen them at least 10 times today.

He sat down in one of the chairs and rested his chin on his left hand, picking up one of the split sticks
with the other. It had been lying at an angle next to one of the half-filled bowls as though it had been
hastily thrown there.

Behind him he heard the door close. He didnтАЩt have to turn around to see who it was. He knew the
footsteps.

"Are you hungry?" asked Rosita.

It seemed a lugubrious question, which he ignored. "IтАЩm trying to imagine how it was this morning when
the people were sitting here and what happened when they disappeared."
Rosita sat down in one of the chairs. "Are you trying to solve the puzzle by intuition?" she asked
mockingly. "Do you believeтАж"