-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Хироши Сакуразака
-
- Грань будущего
-
- Стр. 140/206
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
Burst
English
,
or
simply
Burst
,
was
a
language
created
to
deal
with
the
problem
of
communication
in
an
army
comprised
of
soldiers
from
dozens
of
countries
.
It
had
a
pared
-
down
vocabulary
and
as
few
grammatical
irregularities
as
possible
.
When
they
drafted
the
language
,
they
deliberately
struck
all
the
profanities
from
the
official
vocabulary
list
,
but
you
couldn
’
t
keep
a
bunch
of
soldiers
from
adding
"
fuck
"
in
its
various
noun
,
verb
,
and
adjective
forms
to
everything
anyway
.
"
You
’
ve
been
staring
at
me
for
a
while
now
.
"
"
I
guess
I
have
,
"
he
said
.
"
There
something
you
want
from
me
?
"
"
Nothing
I
want
to
discuss
like
this
.
"
"
Then
let
’
s
wait
until
this
is
done
.
"
"
Shit
-
for
-
brains
Kiriya
!
You
’
re
slipping
!
"
the
lieutenant
barked
.
Rita
,
with
the
disinterested
expression
of
someone
who
’
d
never
had
a
need
for
human
contact
her
entire
life
,
continued
her
iso
push
-
up
.
Iso
push
-
ups
were
a
lot
rougher
than
they
looked
.
Beads
of
sweat
formed
along
your
hairline
,
streamed
past
your
temples
,
ran
into
your
eyes
-
making
them
burn
from
the
salt
-
and
traced
the
line
of
your
neck
before
falling
from
your
chest
.
Having
to
endure
that
itch
as
it
makes
its
way
down
your
body
was
a
lot
like
what
a
soldier
had
to
endure
encased
in
a
Jacket
.
This
samurai
training
isn
’
t
completely
worthless
after
all
,
Rita
decided
.
When
things
got
too
hard
to
bear
,
it
was
best
to
let
your
mind
wander
.
Rita
let
her
thoughts
drift
from
her
own
body
’
s
screams
of
protest
to
the
surroundings
.
The
brigadier
general
from
the
General
Staff
Office
looked
baffled
by
the
intruder
in
his
proceedings
.
For
him
,
a
man
who
had
never
experienced
a
moment
of
real
armed
conflict
,
maybe
this
training
field
,
with
its
gentle
ocean
breezes
,
was
part
of
the
war
.
To
people
who
had
never
breathed
in
that
mixture
of
blood
,
dust
,
and
burning
metal
that
pervaded
a
battlefield
,
it
was
easy
to
imagine
that
deployment
was
war
,
that
training
was
war
,
that
climbing
some
career
ladder
was
war
.
There
was
only
one
person
for
whom
the
war
extended
to
that
tranquil
day
before
the
battle
:
a
woman
named
Rita
Vrataski
and
her
time
loops
.
