"Tsutsui, Yasutama - The Polar King" - читать интересную книгу автора (Tsutsui Yasutaka)

The entrance of the Soviet Union is the exit of Japan.
I walked up, up to the north through Hokkaido Mall in front of the station, just as told by the railroad officer of Hokkaido Station.
Then I came to the end of Japan.
There stood the Soviet entrance gate, as large as the main gate of Tempuku-Ji Temple, and on the entrance was written "Entrance of the Soviet Union" in the Soviet language.
I passed through the gate into the Soviet land.
From the gate continues the Soviet Mall. There I walked through up and up to the north.
Soon, it was noon.
I was hungry, so I went into the Noodle Heaven in the Soviet Mall and ordered a bowl of noodle soup to have lunch in my bag with, just like when Grandmother and I had been to the Noodle Heaven in Tempuku-Ji Temple Mall to have lunch.
After I finished eating, I paid seventy yen for the noodle, and walked up, up to the north through the mall again.
Then I found myself in front of the Soviet Station. I presented my ticket again to the railroad officer of the Soviet Station and got on the train.
The Soviet train ran up and up to the north.
It rushed, rushed and rushed through rice fields, farms and villages, through forests and woods, through big towns and beaches,through mountains and meadows, over railroad bridges and through tunnels, and through countless numbers of them.
And the train arrived at the Arctic Station at last.
The North Pole was so cold that I put on my underwear as I came out of the Arctic Station.
I asked a Chinese noodle vendor in front of the Arctic Station for Polar King's house, and he kindly showed me the way.
I walked and walked through the Arctic Mall just as the noodle vendor told me to.
There were numbers of polar bears, penguins and fur seals walking around in the Arctic Mall.
And there stood icebergs, too.
Getting out of the mall and turning to the right at the ward community center, the seventh ready-built house from the corner is Polar King's home.
It was a very neat, new, ready-built house with a garage and everything.
None of its window panes were broken.
When I pushed the front buzzer, Mrs. Polar King appeared.
She came out smiling in her usual white pants.
She was a very nice-looking lady.
"I'm proud that you came here all by yourself. Good boy," said Mrs. Polar King and led me into the house.
In the house was a large dining room, as large as any dining room of my friends' houses.
Polar King was there.
Polar King was a tall, gentle man with glasses, and he was drinking beer and smiling merrily as usual.
Polar King had just come home from his office.
I said hello to him politely and talked to Polar King and his wife about school, Grandmother and various other things.
I also told them my friends made fun of me because I did not have parents.
Polar King got very angry and shouted, "I'll go and butcher all those swine for you!"
We enjoyed talking about other things and the three of us laughed together.
Polar King was so funny and good at telling stories.
Soon, night fell.
Fath Polar King said, "You stay tonight."
Mrs. Polar King prepared dinner for us.
The main dish of the dinner was meat.
And hamburger steak.
And fried chicken.
And curry and rice.
And then, omelette and rice, and fried prawns, and caramel pudding, and ice cream.
And there were many many other good things, so I ate more.
Everything was delicious.
Then we talked again.
Soon, I got sleepy.
Mrs. Polar King spread two sets of futon in the back room.
Polar King wore red pajamas and lay on the inside set of futon, and I lay on the other set, as I used to, with Moth Mrs. Polar King.
Mrs. Polar King, in her white negligee, smelled so sweet and nice.
She smelled so dear to me that I cried a little.