Повелитель мух
The Shell and the Glasses
"Eric!"criedRalphinashockedvoice."Don’ttalklikethat!"
SamkneltbyEric.
"Well—whatisthegood?"
Ralphtriedindignantlytoremember.Therewassomethinggoodaboutafire.Somethingoverwhelminglygood.
"Ralph’stoldyouoftenenough,"saidPiggymoodily."Howelsearewegoingtoberescued?"
"Ofcourse!Ifwedon’tmakesmoke—"
Hesquattedbeforetheminthecrowdingdusk.
"Don’tyouunderstand?What’sthegoodofwishingforradiosandboats?"
Heheldouthishandandtwistedthefingersintoafist."There’sonlyonethingwecandotogetoutofthismess.Anyonecanplayathunting,anyonecangetusmeat—"
Helookedfromfacetoface.Then,atthemomentofgreatestpassionandconviction,thatcurtainflappedinhisheadandheforgotwhathehadbeendrivingat.Hekneltthere,hisfistclenched,gazingsolemnlyfromonetotheother.Thenthecurtainwhiskedback.
"Oh,yes.Sowe’vegottomakesmoke;andmoresmoke—"
"Butwecan’tkeepitgoing!Lookatthat!"
Thefirewasdyingonthem.
