Повелитель мух
Painted Faces and Long Hair
"IknowIcan’tseeverymuch,"saidPiggy,"buthavewegotanysmoke?"
Ralphmovedimpatiently,stillwatchingtheship.
"Thesmokeonthemountain."
Mauricecamerunning,andstaredouttosea.BothSimonandPiggywerelookingupatthemountain.PiggyscreweduphisfacebutSimoncriedoutasthoughhehadhurthimself.
"Ralph!Ralph!"
ThequalityofhisspeechtwistedRalphonthesand.
"Youtellme,"saidPiggyanxiously."Isthereasignal?"
Ralphlookedbackatthedispersingsmokeinthehorizon,thenupatthemountain.
"Ralph—please!Isthereasignal?"
Simonputouthishand,timidly,totouchRalph;butRalphstartedtorun,splashingthroughtheshallowendofthebathingpool,acrossthehot,whitesandandunderthepalms.Amomentlaterhewasbattlingwiththecomplexundergrowththatwasalreadyengulfingthescar.Simonranafterhim,thenMaurice.Piggyshouted.
"Ralph!Please—Ralph!"
Thenhetoostartedtorun,stumblingoverMaurice’sdiscardedshortsbeforehewasacrosstheterrace.
