"The Dark on the Other Side" - читать интересную книгу автора (Michaels Barbara)

Chapter 1

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THE HOUSE TALKED.

The objects in it talked, too-chairs, tables, couches, a big, squashy hassock that squatted obscenely in a corner of the bedroom. But the voice of the house was loudest. It was a thin, high voice, like that of an old woman. Hunched on its hill, like a fat old woman crouching on her haunches, its wings spread out like the folds of a ragged skirt, its wide terrace apronlike, its tower a thin neck, wattled and scaled with lichen, the house talked. Sometimes it said, Run away…leave him…if you can. Sometimes it wailed, I wish he’d die…

Sometimes its suggestion was more direct.