-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Джон Уиндем
-
- День триффидов
-
- Стр. 181/223
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
"
I
curled
up
and
slept
in
the
back
of
the
car
once
I
was
clear
of
London
,
"
she
said
.
"
It
was
still
quite
early
when
I
got
here
the
next
morning
.
The
sound
of
the
car
brought
Dennis
to
an
upstairs
window
,
warning
me
to
look
out
for
triffids
.
Then
I
saw
that
there
were
half
a
dozen
or
more
of
them
close
around
the
house
,
for
all
the
world
as
if
they
were
waiting
for
someone
to
come
out
of
it
.
Dennis
and
I
shouted
back
and
forth
.
The
triffids
stirred
,
and
one
of
them
began
to
move
toward
me
,
so
I
nipped
back
into
the
car
for
safety
.
When
it
kept
on
coming
,
I
started
up
the
car
and
ran
it
down
.
But
there
were
still
the
others
,
and
I
had
no
kind
of
weapon
but
my
knife
.
It
was
Dennis
who
solved
that
difficulty
.
"
‘
If
you
have
a
can
of
gas
to
spare
,
throw
some
of
it
their
way
,
and
follow
it
up
with
a
bit
of
burning
rag
,
’
he
suggested
.
That
ought
to
shift
‘
em
.
’
"
It
did
.
Since
then
I
’
ve
been
using
a
garden
syringe
.
The
wonder
is
that
I
’
ve
not
set
the
place
on
fire
.
"
With
the
aid
of
a
cookbook
Josella
had
managed
to
produce
meals
of
a
kind
,
and
had
set
about
putting
the
place
more
or
less
to
rights
.
Working
,
learning
,
and
improvising
bad
kept
her
too
busy
to
worry
about
a
future
which
lay
beyond
the
next
few
weeks
.
She
had
seen
no
one
else
at
all
during
those
days
,
but
,
certain
that
there
must
be
others
somewhere
,
she
had
scanned
the
whale
valley
for
signs
of
smoke
by
day
or
lights
by
night
.
She
bad
seen
no
smoke
,
and
in
all
the
miles
within
her
view
there
had
not
been
a
gleam
of
light
until
the
evening
I
came
.
In
a
way
,
the
worst
affected
of
the
original
trio
was
Dennis
.
Joyce
was
still
weak
and
in
a
semi
-
invalid
state
.
Mary
held
herself
withdrawn
and
seemed
capable
of
finding
endless
mental
occupation
and
compensation
in
the
Contemplation
of
prospective
motherhood
.
But
Dennis
was
like
an
animal
in
a
trap
.
He
did
not
curse
in
the
futile
way
I
had
beard
so
many
others
do
;
he
resented
it
with
a
vicious
bitterness
,
as
if
it
had
forced
him
into
a
cage
where
he
did
not
intend
to
stay
.
Already
,
before
I
arrived
,
he
had
prevailed
upon
Josella
to
find
the
Braille
system
in
the
encyclopedia
and
make
an
indented
copy
of
the
alphabet
for
him
to
learn
.
He
spent
dogged
hours
each
day
making
notes
in
it
and
attempting
to
read
them
back
.
Most
of
the
rest
of
the
time
he
fretted
over
his
own
uselessness
,
though
he
scarcely
mentioned
it
.
He
would
keep
on
trying
to
do
this
or
that
with
a
grim
persistence
that
was
painful
to
watch
,
and
it
required
all
my
self
-
control
to
stop
me
offering
him
help
—
one
experience
of
the
bitterness
which
unasked
help
could
arouse
in
him
was
quite
enough
.
I
began
to
be
astonished
at
the
things
he
was
painfully
teaching
himself
to
do
,
though
still
the
most
impressive
to
me
was
his
construction
of
an
efficient
mesh
helmet
on
only
the
second
day
of
his
blindness
.
It
took
him
out
of
himself
to
accompany
me
on
some
of
my
foraging
expeditions
,
and
it
pleased
him
that
he
could
be
useful
in
helping
to
move
the
heavier
cases
.
He
was
anxious
for
books
in
Braille
,
but
those
,
we
decided
,
would
have
to
wait
until
there
was
less
risk
of
contamination
in
towns
large
enough
to
be
likely
sources
.
The
days
began
to
pass
quickly
,
certainly
for
the
three
of
us
who
could
see
.
Josella
was
kept
busy
mostly
in
the
house
,
and
Susan
was
learning
to
help
her
.
There
were
plenty
of
jobs
,
too
,
waiting
to
be
done
by
me
.
Joyce
recovered
sufficiently
to
make
a
shaky
first
appearance
,
and
then
began
to
pick
up
more
rapidly
.
Soon
after
that
Mary
’
s
pains
began
.
