"James Tiptree Jr. - Love is the Plan the Plan is Death" - читать интересную книгу автора (Tiptree James Jr)

"Sons! S-son-n-nss!" Why did her dear voice creak so?

My brothers came in slowly, fearfully from the summer green. But I, small
Moggadeet, I climb eagerly up under the great arch of her body, seeking the
golden Mother-fur. Right into her warm cave I come, where her Mother-eyes are
glowing, the cave that sheltered us so strongly all our lives, as I shelter
you, my dawn-flower.

I long to touch her, to hear her speak and sing to us again. Her Mother-fur
troubles me, it is tattered and drab. Shyly I press against one of her huge
food glands. It feels dry, but a glow sparks deep in her Mother-eye.

"Mother," I whisper. "It's me, Moggadeet!"

"SONNNNNS!" Her voice rumbles through her armor. My big brothers huddle by her
legs, peering back at the sunlight. They look so funny, shedding, half gold,
half black.

"I'm afraid!" whimpers my brother Frim nearby. Like me Frim still has his gold
baby fur. Mother is speaking again but her voice booms so I can hardly
understand.

"WINNN-TER! WINTER, I SAY! AFTER THE WARM COMES THE COLD WINTER. THE COLD
WINTER BEFORE THE WARM COMES AGAIN, COMES..."

Frim whimpers louder, I cuff him. What's wrong, why is her loving voice so
hoarse and strange now? She always hummed us so tenderly, we nestled in her
warm Mother-fur sucking the lovely Mother-juices, rocking to her steady
walking-song. Ee-mooly-mooly, Ee-mooly-mooly, while far below the earth rolled
by Oh, yes, and how we held our breaths and squealed when she began her mighty
hunting-hum! Tann! Tann! Dir! Dir! Dir Hataan! HATONN! How we clung in ,the
thrilling climax when she plunged upon her prey and we heard the crunching,
the tearing, the gurgling in her body that meant soon her food-glands would be
richly full.

Suddenly I see a black streak down below-a big brother is running away!
Mother's booming voice breaks off. Her great body tenses, her plates clash
Mother roars!
Running, screaming down below! I burrow up into her fur, am flung about as she
leaps.

"OUT! GO OUT!" she bellows. Her terrible hunting-limbs crash down, she roars
without words, shuddering, jolting. When I dare to peek out I see the others
all have fled. All except one!

A black body is lying under Mother's claws. It's my brother Sessoyes! But
Mother is tearing him, is eating him! I watch in horrorSesso she cared for so
proudly, so tenderly! I sob, bury my head in her fur. But the beautiful fur is
coming loose in my hands, her golden Mother-fur is dying! I cling desperately,