-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Рэй Брэдбери
-
- Марсианские хроники
-
- Стр. 132/287
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
"
Good
-
by
,
"
said
Tomas
.
"
Good
night
.
"
The
Martian
rode
his
green
metal
vehicle
quietly
away
into
the
hills
,
The
Earth
Man
turned
his
truck
and
drove
it
silently
in
the
opposite
direction
"
Good
lord
,
what
a
dream
that
was
,
"
sighed
Tomas
,
his
hands
on
the
wheel
,
thinking
of
the
rockets
,
the
women
,
the
raw
whisky
,
the
Virginia
reels
,
the
party
.
How
strange
a
vision
was
that
,
thought
the
Martian
,
rushing
on
,
thinking
of
the
festival
,
the
canals
,
the
boats
,
the
women
with
golden
eyes
,
and
the
songs
.
The
night
was
dark
.
The
moons
had
gone
down
.
Starlight
twinkled
on
the
empty
highway
where
now
there
was
not
a
sound
,
no
car
,
no
person
,
nothing
.
And
it
remained
that
way
all
the
rest
of
the
cool
dark
night
.
Mars
was
a
distant
shore
,
and
the
men
spread
upon
it
in
waves
.
Each
wave
different
,
and
each
wave
stronger
.
The
first
wave
carried
with
it
men
accustomed
to
spaces
and
coldness
and
being
alone
,
the
coyote
and
cattlemen
,
with
no
fat
on
them
,
with
faces
the
years
had
worn
the
flesh
off
,
with
eyes
like
nailheads
,
and
hands
like
the
material
of
old
gloves
,
ready
to
touch
anything
.
Mars
could
do
nothing
to
them
,
for
they
were
bred
to
plains
and
prairies
as
open
as
the
Martian
fields
.
They
came
and
made
things
a
little
less
empty
,
so
that
others
would
find
courage
to
follow
.
They
put
panes
in
hollow
windows
and
lights
behind
the
panes
.
They
were
the
first
men
.
Everyone
knew
who
the
first
women
would
be
.
The
second
men
should
have
traveled
from
other
countries
with
other
accents
and
other
ideas
.
But
the
rockets
were
American
and
the
men
were
American
and
it
stayed
that
way
,
while
Europe
and
Asia
and
South
America
and
Australia
and
the
islands
watched
the
Roman
candles
leave
them
behind
.
The
rest
of
the
world
was
buried
in
war
or
the
thoughts
of
war
.
