-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Ричард Морган
-
- Видоизмененный углерод
-
- Стр. 58/560
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
"
Perhaps
I
’
d
better
speak
to
him
about
that
.
"
I
looked
around
the
chart
room
.
"
All
these
maps
.
How
long
have
you
been
collecting
?
"
Mrs
.
Bancroft
must
have
sensed
that
the
interview
was
drawing
to
a
close
,
because
the
tension
puddled
out
of
her
like
oil
from
a
cracked
sump
.
"
Most
of
my
life
,
"
she
said
.
"
While
Laurens
was
staring
at
the
stars
,
some
of
us
kept
our
eyes
on
the
ground
.
"
For
some
reason
I
thought
of
the
telescope
abandoned
on
Bancroft
’
s
sundeck
.
I
saw
it
stranded
in
angular
silhouette
against
the
evening
sky
,
a
mute
testimony
to
times
and
obsessions
past
and
a
relic
no
one
wanted
I
remembered
the
way
it
had
wheezed
back
into
alignment
after
I
jarred
it
,
faithful
to
programming
maybe
centuries
old
,
briefly
awakened
the
way
Miriam
Bancroft
had
stroked
the
Songspire
awake
in
the
hall
.
Old
.
With
sudden
and
suffocating
pressure
,
it
was
all
around
me
,
the
reek
of
it
pouring
off
the
stones
of
Suntouch
House
like
damp
.
Age
.
I
even
caught
the
waft
of
it
from
the
impossibly
young
and
beautiful
woman
in
front
of
me
and
my
throat
locked
up
with
a
tiny
click
.
Something
in
me
wanted
to
nm
,
to
get
out
and
breathe
fresh
,
new
air
,
to
be
away
from
these
creatures
whose
memories
stretched
back
beyond
every
historical
event
I
had
been
taught
in
school
.
"
Are
you
all
right
,
Mr
.
Kovacs
?
"
Download
dues
.
I
focused
with
an
effort
.
"
Yes
,
I
’
m
fine
.
"
I
cleared
my
throat
and
looked
into
her
eyes
.
"
Well
,
I
won
’
t
keep
you
any
longer
,
Mrs
.
Bancroft
.
Thank
you
for
your
time
.
"
