"Terry Pratchett. A Hat Full Of Sky " - читать интересную книгу автора

terrible hunger and a bottomless fear, felt the power.
It would have sniffed the air, if it had a nose.
It searched.
It found.
Such a strange mind, like a lot of minds inside one another, getting
smaller and smaller! So strong! So close!
It changed direction slightly, and went a little faster. As it moved,
it made a noise like a swarm of flies.
The sheep, nervous for a moment about something they couldnt see, hear
or smell, baad . . .
. . . and went back to chewing grass.

Tiffany opened her eyes. There she was, a few feet away from herself.
She could see the back of her own head.
Carefully, she moved around the room, not looking down at the her that
was moving, because she found that if she did that then the trick was over.
It was quite difficult, moving like that, but at last she was in front
of herself and looking herself up and down.
Brown hair to match brown eyes . . . there was nothing she could do
about that. At least her hair was clean and shed washed her face.
She had a new dress on, which improved things a bit. It was so unusual
to buy new clothes in the Aching family that, of course, it was bought big
so that shed grow into it. But at least it was pale green, and it didnt
actually touch the floor. With the shiny new boots and the straw hat she
looked . . . like a farmers daughter, quite respectable, going off to her
first job. Itd have to do.
From here she could see the pointy hat on her head, but she had to look
hard for it. It was like a glint in the air, gone as soon as you saw it.
Thats why shed been worried about the new straw hat, but it had simply gone
through it as if the new hat wasnt there.
This was because, in a way, it wasnt. It was invisible, except in the
rain. Sun and wind went straight through, but rain and snow somehow saw it,
and treated it as if it were real.
Shed been given it by the greatest witch in the world, a real witch
with a black dress and a black hat and eyes that could go through you like
turpentine goes through a sick sheep. It had been a kind of reward. Tiffany
had done magic, serious magic. Before she had done it she hadnt known that
she could; when she had been doing it she hadnt known that she was; and
after she had done it she hadnt known how she had. Now she had to learn how.
See me not, she said. The vision of her . . . or whatever it was,
because she was not exactly sure about this trick . . . vanished.
It had been a shock, the first time shed done this. But shed always
found it easy to see herself, at least in her head. All her memories were
like little pictures of herself doing things or watching things, rather than
the view from the two holes in the front of her head. There was a part of
her that was always watching her.
Miss Tick - another witch, but one who was easier to talk to than the
witch whod given Tiffany the hat - had said that a witch had to know how to
stand apart, and that shed find out more when her talent grew, so Tiffany
supposed the see me was part of this.