Повелитель мух
The Shell and the Glasses
Piggyconsideredthissolemnly.
"Idon’tknowwheresheisnow.AndIhaven’tgotanenvelopeandastamp.An’thereisn’tamailbox.Orapostman."
ThesuccessofhistinyjokeovercameRalph.Hissniggersbecameuncontrollable,hisbodyjumpedandtwitched.
Piggyrebukedhimwithdignity.
"Ihaven’tsaidanythingallthatfunny."
Ralphcontinuedtosniggerthoughhischesthurt.Histwitchingsexhaustedhimtillhelay,breathlessandwoebegone,waitingforthenextspasm.Duringoneofthesepauseshewasambushedbysleep.
"Ralph!Youbeenmakinganoiseagain.Dobequiet,Ralph—because."
Ralphheavedoveramongtheleaves.Hehadreasontobethankfulthathisdreamwasbroken,forthebushadbeennearerandmoredistinct.
"Why—because?"
"Bequiet—andlisten."
Ralphlaydowncarefully,totheaccompanimentofalongsighfromtheleaves.Ericmoanedsomethingandthenlaystill.Thedarkness,savefortheuselessoblongofstars,wasblanket-thick.
"Ican’thearanything."
"There’ssomethingmovingoutside."
