Повелитель мух
The Shell and the Glasses
Helookedroundguiltilyatthethreeboysstandingby.Thiswasthefirsttimehehadadmittedthedoublefunctionofthefire.Certainlyonewastosendupabeckoningcolumnofsmoke;buttheotherwastobeahearthnowandacomfortuntiltheyslept.Ericbreathedonthewoodtillitglowedandsentoutalittleflame.Abillowofwhiteandyellowsmokereekedup.Piggytookbackhisglassesandlookedatthesmokewithpleasure.
"Ifonlywecouldmakearadio!"
"Oraplane—"
"—oraboat."
Ralphdredgedinhisfadingknowledgeoftheworld.
"WemightgettakenprisonerbytheReds."
Ericpushedbackhishair.
"They’dbebetterthan—"
HewouldnotnamepeopleandSamfinishedthesentenceforhimbynoddingalongthebeach.
Ralphrememberedtheungainlyfigureonaparachute.
"Hesaidsomethingaboutadeadman."Heflushedpainfullyatthisadmissionthathehadbeenpresentatthedance.Hemadeurgingmotionsatthesmokeandwithhisbody."Don’tstop—goonup!"
"Smoke’sgettingthinner."
"Weneedmorewoodalready,evenwhenit’swet."
