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- Герберт Уеллс
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- Война миров
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Overcoming
the
repugnance
natural
to
one
who
had
never
before
touched
a
dead
body
,
I
stooped
and
turned
him
over
to
feel
for
his
heart
.
He
was
quite
dead
.
Apparently
his
neck
had
been
broken
.
The
lightning
flashed
for
a
third
time
,
and
his
face
leaped
upon
me
.
I
sprang
to
my
feet
.
It
was
the
landlord
of
the
Spotted
Dog
,
whose
conveyance
I
had
taken
.
I
stepped
over
him
gingerly
and
pushed
on
up
the
hill
.
I
made
my
way
by
the
police
station
and
the
College
Arms
towards
my
own
house
.
Nothing
was
burning
on
the
hillside
,
though
from
the
common
there
still
came
a
red
glare
and
a
rolling
tumult
of
ruddy
smoke
beating
up
against
the
drenching
hail
.
So
far
as
I
could
see
by
the
flashes
,
the
houses
about
me
were
mostly
uninjured
.
By
the
College
Arms
a
dark
heap
lay
in
the
road
.
Down
the
road
towards
Maybury
Bridge
there
were
voices
and
the
sound
of
feet
,
but
I
had
not
the
courage
to
shout
or
to
go
to
them
.
I
let
myself
in
with
my
latchkey
,
closed
,
locked
and
bolted
the
door
,
staggered
to
the
foot
of
the
staircase
,
and
sat
down
.
My
imagination
was
full
of
those
striding
metallic
monsters
,
and
of
the
dead
body
smashed
against
the
fence
.
I
crouched
at
the
foot
of
the
staircase
with
my
back
to
the
wall
,
shivering
violently
.
I
have
already
said
that
my
storms
of
emotion
have
a
trick
of
exhausting
themselves
.
After
a
time
I
discovered
that
I
was
cold
and
wet
,
and
with
little
pools
of
water
about
me
on
the
stair
carpet
.
I
got
up
almost
mechanically
,
went
into
the
dining
room
and
drank
some
whiskey
,
and
then
I
was
moved
to
change
my
clothes
.
After
I
had
done
that
I
went
upstairs
to
my
study
,
but
why
I
did
so
I
do
not
know
.
The
window
of
my
study
looks
over
the
trees
and
the
railway
towards
Horsell
Common
.
In
the
hurry
of
our
departure
this
window
had
been
left
open
.
The
passage
was
dark
,
and
,
by
contrast
with
the
picture
the
window
frame
enclosed
,
the
side
of
the
room
seemed
impenetrably
dark
.
I
stopped
short
in
the
doorway
.
The
thunderstorm
had
passed
.
The
towers
of
the
Oriental
College
and
the
pine
trees
about
it
had
gone
,
and
very
far
away
,
lit
by
a
vivid
red
glare
,
the
common
about
the
sand
pits
was
visible
.
Across
the
light
huge
black
shapes
,
grotesque
and
strange
,
moved
busily
to
and
fro
.
It
seemed
indeed
as
if
the
whole
country
in
that
direction
was
on
fire
--
a
broad
hillside
set
with
minute
tongues
of
flame
,
swaying
and
writhing
with
the
gusts
of
the
dying
storm
,
and
throwing
a
red
reflection
upon
the
cloud
scud
above
.
Every
now
and
then
a
haze
of
smoke
from
some
nearer
conflagration
drove
across
the
window
and
hid
the
Martian
shapes
.
I
could
not
see
what
they
were
doing
,
nor
the
clear
form
of
them
,
nor
recognise
the
black
objects
they
were
busied
upon
.
Neither
could
I
see
the
nearer
fire
,
though
the
reflections
of
it
danced
on
the
wall
and
ceiling
of
the
study
.
A
sharp
,
resinous
tang
of
burning
was
in
the
air
.
I
closed
the
door
noiselessly
and
crept
towards
the
window
.
As
I
did
so
,
the
view
opened
out
until
,
on
the
one
hand
,
it
reached
to
the
houses
about
Woking
station
,
and
on
the
other
to
the
charred
and
blackened
pine
woods
of
Byfleet
.
There
was
a
light
down
below
the
hill
,
on
the
railway
,
near
the
arch
,
and
several
of
the
houses
along
the
Maybury
road
and
the
streets
near
the
station
were
glowing
ruins
.
The
light
upon
the
railway
puzzled
me
at
first
;
there
were
a
black
heap
and
a
vivid
glare
,
and
to
the
right
of
that
a
row
of
yellow
oblongs
.
Then
I
perceived
this
was
a
wrecked
train
,
the
fore
part
smashed
and
on
fire
,
the
hinder
carriages
still
upon
the
rails
.
Between
these
three
main
centres
of
light
--
the
houses
,
the
train
,
and
the
burning
county
towards
Chobham
--
stretched
irregular
patches
of
dark
country
,
broken
here
and
there
by
intervals
of
dimly
glowing
and
smoking
ground
.
It
was
the
strangest
spectacle
,
that
black
expanse
set
with
fire
.
It
reminded
me
,
more
than
anything
else
,
of
the
Potteries
at
night
.
At
first
I
could
distinguish
no
people
at
all
,
though
I
peered
intently
for
them
.
Later
I
saw
against
the
light
of
Woking
station
a
number
of
black
figures
hurrying
one
after
the
other
across
the
line
.
