"Kim Stanley Robinson - Mars 3 - Green Mars" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robinson Kim Stanley)

fog hood,тАЭ HirokoтАЩs voice said over an intercom in his ear. тАЬIt lasts through the winter. But now itтАЩs Ls
205, springtime, when the green force pushes hardest through the world, fueled by the sunтАЩs light. See it!тАЭ

He could see nothing but it: a white coalescing fireball. Sudden sunlight pierced this ball, transforming it
into a spray of color, turning the frosty sand to shaved magnesium, the ice flowers to incandescent jewels.
The wind pushed at his side and rent the fog; gaps in it appeared, and the land gaped off into the
distance, making him reel. So big! So bigтАФeverything was so bigтАФhe went to one knee on the sand, put
his hands on his other leg to keep his balance. The rocks and ice flowers around his boots glowed as if
under a microscope. The rocks were dotted with round scales of black and green lichen.

Out on the horizon was a low flat-topped hill. A crater. There in the gravel was a rover track, nearly
filled with frost, as if it had been there a million years. Pattern pulsing in the chaos of light and rock, green
lichen pushing into the white... .
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Everyone was talking at once. The other children were beginning to race around giddily, shrieking with
delight as the fog opened up and gave them a glimpse of the dark pink sky. Coyote was laughing hard.
тАЬTheyтАЩre like winter calves let out of the bam in spring, look at them tripping, oh you poor dear things, ah
ha ha, Roko this no way to make them live,тАЭ cackling as he lifted kids off the sand and set them on their
feet again.

Nirgal stood, bounced experimentally. He felt he might float away, he was glad the boots were so heavy.
There was a long mound, shoulder high, snaking away from the ice cliff. Jackie was walking its crest and
he ran to join her, staggering at the incline, at the jumbled rock on the ground. He got onto the ridge and
got into his running rhythm, and it felt as if he were flying, as if he could run forever.

He stood by her side. They looked back at the ice cliff, and shouted with a fearful joy; it rose up forever
into the fog. A shaft of morning light poured over them like molten water. They turned away, unable to
face it. Blinking away floods of tears, Nirgal saw his shadow cast against the fog scraping over the rocks
below them. The shadow was surrounded by a bright circular band of rainbow light. He shouted loudly
and Coyote raced up to them, his voice in NirgalтАЩs ear crying, тАЬWhatтАЩs wrong! What is it?тАЭ

He stopped when he saw the shadow. тАЬHey, itтАЩs a glory! ThatтАЩs called a glory. ItтАЩs like the Spectre of
the Brocken. Wave your arms up and down! Look at the colors! Christ almighty, arenтАЩt you the lucky
ones.тАЭ

On an impulse Nirgal moved to JackieтАЩs side, and their glories merged, becoming a single nimbus of
glowing rainbow colors, surrounding their blue double shadow. Jackie laughed with delight andтАЩ went off
to try it with Peter.




About a year laterNirgal and the other children began to figure out how to deal with the days when they
were taught by Sax. He would start at the blackboard, sounding like a particularly characterless Al, and
behind his back they would roll their eyes and make faces as he droned on about partial pressures or
infrared rays. Then one of them would see an opening and begin the game. He was helpless before it. He