-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Герберт Уеллс
-
- Война миров
-
- Стр. 53/99
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
One
may
picture
,
too
,
the
sudden
shifting
of
the
attention
,
the
swiftly
spreading
coils
and
bellyings
of
that
blackness
advancing
headlong
,
towering
heavenward
,
turning
the
twilight
to
a
palpable
darkness
,
a
strange
and
horrible
antagonist
of
vapour
striding
upon
its
victims
,
men
and
horses
near
it
seen
dimly
,
running
,
shrieking
,
falling
headlong
,
shouts
of
dismay
,
the
guns
suddenly
abandoned
,
men
choking
and
writhing
on
the
ground
,
and
the
swift
broadening-out
of
the
opaque
cone
of
smoke
.
And
then
night
and
extinction
--
nothing
but
a
silent
mass
of
impenetrable
vapour
hiding
its
dead
.
Before
dawn
the
black
vapour
was
pouring
through
the
streets
of
Richmond
,
and
the
disintegrating
organism
of
government
was
,
with
a
last
expiring
effort
,
rousing
the
population
of
London
to
the
necessity
of
flight
.
So
you
understand
the
roaring
wave
of
fear
that
swept
through
the
greatest
city
in
the
world
just
as
Monday
was
dawning
--
the
stream
of
flight
rising
swiftly
to
a
torrent
,
lashing
in
a
foaming
tumult
round
the
railway
stations
,
banked
up
into
a
horrible
struggle
about
the
shipping
in
the
Thames
,
and
hurrying
by
every
available
channel
northward
and
eastward
.
By
ten
o'clock
the
police
organisation
,
and
by
midday
even
the
railway
organisations
,
were
losing
coherency
,
losing
shape
and
efficiency
,
guttering
,
softening
,
running
at
last
in
that
swift
liquefaction
of
the
social
body
.
All
the
railway
lines
north
of
the
Thames
and
the
South-Eastern
people
at
Cannon
Street
had
been
warned
by
midnight
on
Sunday
,
and
trains
were
being
filled
.
People
were
fighting
savagely
for
standing-room
in
the
carriages
even
at
two
o'clock
.
By
three
,
people
were
being
trampled
and
crushed
even
in
Bishopsgate
Street
,
a
couple
of
hundred
yards
or
more
from
Liverpool
Street
station
;
revolvers
were
fired
,
people
stabbed
,
and
the
policemen
who
had
been
sent
to
direct
the
traffic
,
exhausted
and
infuriated
,
were
breaking
the
heads
of
the
people
they
were
called
out
to
protect
.
And
as
the
day
advanced
and
the
engine
drivers
and
stokers
refused
to
return
to
London
,
the
pressure
of
the
flight
drove
the
people
in
an
ever-thickening
multitude
away
from
the
stations
and
along
the
northward-running
roads
.
By
midday
a
Martian
had
been
seen
at
Barnes
,
and
a
cloud
of
slowly
sinking
black
vapour
drove
along
the
Thames
and
across
the
flats
of
Lambeth
,
cutting
off
all
escape
over
the
bridges
in
its
sluggish
advance
.
Another
bank
drove
over
Ealing
,
and
surrounded
a
little
island
of
survivors
on
Castle
Hill
,
alive
,
but
unable
to
escape
.
After
a
fruitless
struggle
to
get
aboard
a
North-Western
train
at
Chalk
Farm
--
the
engines
of
the
trains
that
had
loaded
in
the
goods
yard
there
ploughed
through
shrieking
people
,
and
a
dozen
stalwart
men
fought
to
keep
the
crowd
from
crushing
the
driver
against
his
furnace
--
my
brother
emerged
upon
the
Chalk
Farm
road
,
dodged
across
through
a
hurrying
swarm
of
vehicles
,
and
had
the
luck
to
be
foremost
in
the
sack
of
a
cycle
shop
.
The
front
tire
of
the
machine
he
got
was
punctured
in
dragging
it
through
the
window
,
but
he
got
up
and
off
,
notwithstanding
,
with
no
further
injury
than
a
cut
wrist
.
The
steep
foot
of
Haverstock
Hill
was
impassable
owing
to
several
overturned
horses
,
and
my
brother
struck
into
Belsize
Road
.
So
he
got
out
of
the
fury
of
the
panic
,
and
,
skirting
the
Edgware
Road
,
reached
Edgware
about
seven
,
fasting
and
wearied
,
but
well
ahead
of
the
crowd
.
Along
the
road
people
were
standing
in
the
roadway
,
curious
,
wondering
.
He
was
passed
by
a
number
of
cyclists
,
some
horsemen
,
and
two
motor
cars
.
A
mile
from
Edgware
the
rim
of
the
wheel
broke
,
and
the
machine
became
unridable
.
He
left
it
by
the
roadside
and
trudged
through
the
village
.
There
were
shops
half
opened
in
the
main
street
of
the
place
,
and
people
crowded
on
the
pavement
and
in
the
doorways
and
windows
,
staring
astonished
at
this
extraordinary
procession
of
fugitives
that
was
beginning
.
He
succeeded
in
getting
some
food
at
an
inn
.
For
a
time
he
remained
in
Edgware
not
knowing
what
next
to
do
.
The
flying
people
increased
in
number
.
Many
of
them
,
like
my
brother
,
seemed
inclined
to
loiter
in
the
place
.
There
was
no
fresh
news
of
the
invaders
from
Mars
.
At
that
time
the
road
was
crowded
,
but
as
yet
far
from
congested
.
Most
of
the
fugitives
at
that
hour
were
mounted
on
cycles
,
but
there
were
soon
motor
cars
,
hansom
cabs
,
and
carriages
hurrying
along
,
and
the
dust
hung
in
heavy
clouds
along
the
road
to
St.
Albans
.
It
was
perhaps
a
vague
idea
of
making
his
way
to
Chelmsford
,
where
some
friends
of
his
lived
,
that
at
last
induced
my
brother
to
strike
into
a
quiet
lane
running
eastward
.
Presently
he
came
upon
a
stile
,
and
,
crossing
it
,
followed
a
footpath
northeastward
.
He
passed
near
several
farmhouses
and
some
little
places
whose
names
he
did
not
learn
.
He
saw
few
fugitives
until
,
in
a
grass
lane
towards
High
Barnet
,
he
happened
upon
two
ladies
who
became
his
fellow
travellers
.
He
came
upon
them
just
in
time
to
save
them
.
