"Arcady And Boris Strugatsky. Prisoners of Power" - читать интересную книгу автораand tell the platoon leaders where I am. Have them report what they've
done." Zoiza clicked his heels and rushed toward the door. "And tell Gaal to come up here... Stop yelling, you scum!" he shouted at the man groaning on the floor and kicked him lightly in the side with the toe of his boot. "Useless. No-good trash. Search them!" he ordered Pandi. "Line them up. Right here, on the floor. That woman, too." Maxim went over to the woman, picked her up gently, and carried her to the bed. He was confused and disturbed. This wasn't the sort of thing he had expected. "Candidate Sim!" barked the captain. "I said on the flooron the floor!" He looked at Maxim with his unnaturally transparent eyes; his lips twitched almost convulsively. Maxim decided that it was not for him to prescribe what was right or wrong. He was still a stranger in this country; he had yet to learn what they chose to love or hate. He lifted the woman and placed her on the floor next to the stocky man who had been firing in the hall. Pandi and another legionnaire turned the prisoners' pockets inside out. All five were unconscious. The captain sat down in the easy chair, threw his cap on the table, lit a cigarette, and beckoned to Maxim. Maxim clicked his heels smartly and went over to him. "Why did you throw down your gun?" the captain asked in a low voice. "You ordered us not to shoot." "Sir." "Yes, sir. You ordered us not to shoot, sir." The captain's eyes narrowed as he blew a stream of smoke toward the "If I had ordered you to stop talking, I suppose you would have bitten off your tongue, eh?" Maxim remained silent. This exchange irritated him, but he remembered Guy's instructions. "What does your father do?" "He is a scientist, sir." "Is he alive?" "Yes, sir." The captain looked hard at Maxim. "Where is he?" Maxim realized what he had blurted out. Now he would have to extricate himself. "I don't know, sir. Rather, I don't remember, sir." "But you remembered that he was a scientist. What else do you remember?" "I don't know, sir. I remember many things, but Corporal Gaal believes that my memory is deceptive." Hurried footsteps echoed through the stairway. Guy entered the room and snapped to attention. "Get to work on this half-dead scum," ordered the captain. "You have enough handcuffs?" Guy glanced over his shoulder at the prisoners. "With your permission, sir, we'll have to borrow a pair from Second Platoon." |
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