"stoker-dracula-168" - читать интересную книгу автора (Stoker Bram)

I was waked by the flapping at the window, which had begun after
that sleep-walking on the cliff at Whitby when Mina saved me, and
which now I know so well. I was not afraid, but I did wish that Dr.
Seward was in the next room- as Dr. Van Helsing said he would be- so
that I might have called him. I tried to go to sleep, but could not.
Then there came to me the old fear of sleep, and I determined to
keep awake. Perversely sleep would try to come then when I did not
want it; so, as I feared to be alone, I opened my door and called
out:- Is there anybody there?' There was no answer. I was afraid to
wake mother, and so closed my door again. Then outside in the
shrubbery I heard a sort of howl like a dog's, but more fierce and
deeper. I went to the window and looked out, but could see nothing,
except a big bat, which had evidently been buffeting its wings against
the window. So I went back to bed again, but determined not to go to
sleep. Presently the door opened, and mother looked in; seeing by my
moving that I was not asleep, came in, and sat by me. She said to me
even more sweetly and softly than her wont:-

"I was uneasy about you, darling, and came in to see that you were
all right."

I feared she might catch cold sitting there, and asked her to come
in and sleep with me, so she came into bed, and lay down beside me;
she did not take off her dressing gown, for she said she would only
stay a while and then go back to her own bed. As she lay there in my
arms, and I in hers, the flapping and buffeting came to the window
again. She was startled and a little frightened, and cried out:
"What is that?" I tried to pacify her, and at last succeeded, and
she lay quiet; but I could hear her poor dear heart still beating
terribly. After a while there was the low howl again out in the
shrubbery, and shortly after there was a crash at the window, and a
lot of broken glass was hurled on the floor. The window blind blew
back with the wind that rushed in, and in the aperture of the broken
panes there was the head of a great, gaunt grey wolf. Mother cried out
in a fright, and struggled up into a sitting posture, and clutched
wildly at anything that would help her. Amongst other things, she
clutched the wreath of flowers that Dr. Van Helsing insisted on my
wearing round my neck, and tore it away form me. For a second or two
she sat up, pointing at the wolf, and there was a strange and horrible
gurgling in her throat; then she fell over, as if struck with
lightning, and her head hit my forehead and made me dizzy for a moment
or two. The room and all round seemed to spin round. I kept my eyes
fixed on the window, but the wolf drew his head back, and a whole
myriad of little specks seemed to come blowing in through the broken
window, and wheeling and circling round like the pillar of dust that
travellers describe when there is a simoom in the desert. I tried to
stir, but there was some spell upon me, and dear mother's poor body,
which seemed to grow cold already- for her dear heart had ceased to
beat- weighed me down; and I remembered no more for a while.