"Alexander Kazantsev. The Destruction of Faena (ГИБЕЛЬ ФАЭНЫ, англ.)" - читать интересную книгу автора

Since his mother had become Mada's nanny he had grown up away from her,
but had always felt her influence. She had even managed to bring her son and
her charge together and make them friends. However, their meetings had soon
become impossible. The Dictator shut himself off from the world behind
walls. The boy learned humiliation and injustice. Impressionable and proud,
he became more and more withdrawn.
He had a rare determination. Mother Lua taught him that only knowledge
would compel even those who were oppressing the roundheads to take him
seriously. And so he fought stubbornly for every crumb of knowledge.
The result was that even in early youth, his face acquired an
expression of firmness and concentration.
He fell in love with Lada Nep before his departure for Danjab, the
continent of the Gutturals, to finish his education there. Finally persuaded
by the nanny and Mada herself, Yar Jupi agreed, although he kept his real
opinion to himself.
For several cycles, Lada devotedly waited for her betrothed, intending
after his return to leave immediately on the Dictator's orders for Space
Station Deimo, created by him to consolidate his authority and ostensibly to
fulfil his plan of resettling the roundheads on Mar.
Brat Lua was now hurrying to share with Mada and Ave the fruits of his
reflections and of sleepless nights spent at his drawings.
"I've been planning how to make life better for the roundheads," he
said hurriedly but firmly. "I've planned the construction of deep
underground cities with an artificial atmosphere. On the surface of Mar, in
the midst of the deserts which you see in the porthole, I have been planning
oases of fertility. It will be enough to water them with melted water from
the polar ice and deliver it to them along underground rivers. These will
have to be excavated." He looked trustingly at his listeners. "I have been
waiting so long for real men of learning!"
Mada went up to Brat Lua.
"We have known one another since childhood, and we both loved Mother
Lua."
" 'Loved' her?" The Faetian went suddenly on his guard, staring hard at
Mada.
Inwardly alarmed, Lada Lua went over to her husband.
"I... I must tell you everything..." continued Mada.
"What is it? Is the war beginning?"
"Mother Lua tried to stop it," said Mada in a flash of intuition. "And
she was killed. Brat..."
"Killed?" The Faetian went white in the face.
"She was murdered by that scoundrel Yar Alt But your mother, and mine,
has been avenged."
Brat Lua let his head fall onto the table with the drawings spread on
it and began sobbing. Mada held Ave by the hand, herself almost in tears.
Lada Lua rushed to the door.
"Mrak Luton is coming to invite us to a banquet," she whispered.
"He must not know anything," warned Mada.
The little world of the tiny inhabited islet in the Universe was like
the big world of the planet, rent by hostile forces.