"Richard Paul Russo - The Second Descent" - читать интересную книгу автора (Russo Richard Paul)would be better. He looked up toward the summit, but it was once again
hidden by clouds and drifting frozen fogs. тАЬMaybe we could find a way through,тАЭ he suggested, although he recognized the absurdity of the words as soon as he spoke them. Neither of the others replied. The three climbers stood together in the sun studying the glacier, the wide cracks and dark lines of shadow. Almost certainly a maze with no exit. Below the glacier the mountainside presented several potential routes, if they could reach them, then the mountain disappeared in low cloud and haze. Rafael had no idea anymore how far it was to the base camp, or even how much hiking awaited beyond it. тАЬWest,тАЭ Iliana finally decided. Putting the shrouded summit to one side, and the glacier and shrouded lower slopes to the other, they set off toward the west. **** For the first time in months, Rafael thinks of his father. His father died when he was only fifty-one and Rafael twenty-three. A long and painful death from kidney and liver failure, ravaged lungs, swollen joints, and the cumulative effect of half a dozen other secondary physiological and metabolic malfunctions. His father had been a veteran of the Vietnam War, serving two tours in the steaming jungles of Southeast Asia. He never talked about those experiences of his own volition, not even when Rafael, as a teenager, asked him several times to tell him what those years had been like. Rafael stopped asking, deciding it wasnтАЩt fair to his father. Even when his father lay dying in the V.A. hospital and the doctors admitted that most of his ailments were service-relatedтАФfrequent contact with Agent Orange being the primary factorтАФhe would not talk about that war. RafaelтАЩs relationship with his mother is and always has been cool and distant, which seems to be what she wants, or needs. He was, however, close to his father, though they really didnтАЩt talk much; when they did, it was mostly about sportsтАФfootball, baseball, college basketball. Rafael has rich and vivid memories of long hot summer afternoons, sitting in the backyard with his father on dirty white plastic deck chairs, drinking cold domestic beer and listening to baseball games on the radio. He still misses his father. **** They hiked and climbed and crawled and pulled and dragged each other along for nearly three days until they reached a long gently sloping rock cleft that cut through the glacier, effectively bypassing the crevasses. |
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