"Kim Stanley Robinson - Mars 1 - Red Mars" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robinson Kim Stanley)

Frank pulled off his mask and threw it away. There was broken glass all over the
street. A man rushed at them. тАЬFrank! Maya!тАЭ

It was Sax Russell; Frank had never seen the little man so agitated. тАЬItтАЩs JohnтАФheтАЩs
been attacked!тАЭ

тАЬWhat?тАЭ they exclaimed together.

тАЬHe tried to stop a fight, and three or four men jumped him. They knocked him down
and dragged him away!тАЭ

тАЬYou didnтАЩt stop them?тАЭ Maya cried.

тАЬWe triedтАФa whole bunch of us chased them. But they lost us in the medina.тАЭ

Maya looked at Frank.

тАЬWhat's going on !тАЭ he cried. тАЬWhere would anyone take him?тАЭ

тАЬThe gates,тАЭ she said.

тАЬBut they're locked tonight, arenтАЩt they?тАЭ

тАЬMaybe not to everyone.тАЭ

They followed her to the medina. Streetlights were broken, there was glass
underfoot. They found a fire marshall and went to the Turkish Gate; he unlocked it and
several of them hurried through, throwing on walkers at emergency speed. Then out into
the night to look around, illuminated by the bathysphere glow of the city. Frank's ankles
hurt with the night cold, and he could feel the precise configuration of his lungs, as if two
globes of ice had been inserted in his chest, to cool the rapid beat of his heart.

Nothing out there. Back inside. Over to the northern wall and the Syrian Gate, and
out again under the stars. Nothing.

It took them a long time to think of the farm. By then there were about thirty of them in
walkers, and they ran down and through the lock and flooded down the farm's aisles,
spreading out, running between crops.

They found him among the radishes. His jacket was pulled over his face, in the
standard emergency air pocket; he must have done it unconsciously, because when they
rolled him carefully onto one side, they saw a lump behind one ear.

тАЬGet him inside,тАЭ Maya said, her voice a bitter croakтАФ тАЬHurry, get him inside.тАЭ
 Four of them lifted him. Chalmers cradled JohnтАЩs head, and his fingers were
intertwined with MayaтАЩs. They trotted back up the shallow steps. Through the farm gate
they stumbled, back into the heat of the city. One of the Swiss led them to the nearest
medical center, already crowded with desperate people. They got John onto an empty
bench. His unconscious expression was pinched, determined. Frank tore off his helmet