"Robert F. Young - The Leaf" - читать интересную книгу автора (Young Robert F)

But he'd only be wasting his time. He realized that right away. He knew he'd see no pity in those cold
inhuman eyes. He knew he'd see nothing but death.
The trees were the only answer. The trees with their friendly screens of foliage, their lofty leafy hiding
places. By living in the trees a shrewd man might be able to elude the hunters forever. If he was careful. If
he never let himself be seen.
He peered cautiously down at the hunter again. He looked at the gray patches of the gargantuan
body that showed through the interstices of the foliage.
As he watched, the first frost-nipped leaf fluttered down past his face, hovering for a moment before
his eyes so that he could not miss its new autumnal coloring.