"Zelazny, Roger - Angel, Dark Angel" - читать интересную книгу автора (Zelazny Roger)

УHow good?Ф she asked him.

УThey donТt come much better.Ф

УCatch,Ф she said, and picked up a marble figurine from off an inlaid table and hurled it toward him.

He caught it, fumbling, and set it on the ledge at his side.

УYour reflexes are good,Ф she replied. УVery well, IТll play with you.Ф

УWill you have dinner with me tonight?Ф

УWhy?Ф

УWhy not? I donТt know anyone here.Ф

УAll right. Eight oТclock.Ф

УIТll pick you up then.Ф

УTill then.Ф

УTill then.Ф

He turned, and headed back toward the town and his hotel.

Of course, they took the tournament. They won hands down. And Stain and Galatea danced that night and drank champagne, and she asked him as he held her, both of them all in black, УWhat do you do, Stain?Ф

УNothing but enjoy myself,Ф he said. УIТm retired.Ф

УIn your thirties?Ф

УThirty-two.Ф

She sighed and softened within his arms.

УWhat do you do?Ф he asked.

УI, too, am retired. I enjoy my hobbies. I do as I would.Ф

УWhat does that come to?Ф

УWhatever I please.Ф

УIТve brought you a Hylagian orchid to wear in your hair, or anywhere else you may choose. IТll give it to you when we return to the table.Ф

УTheyТre very expensive,Ф she said.

УNot so if you raise them yourself.Ф