Первые люди на Луне
Chapter 19 — Mr. Bedford Alone
Suddenly,foramoment,Iwasinapuffoffallingsnow,andalltheworldaboutmegreyanddim.
AndthenitwasIheard,notloudandpenetratingasatfirst,butfaintanddimlikeadyingvoice,thattolling,thatsametollingthathadwelcomedthecomingoftheday:Boom!...Boom!...Boom!...
Itechoedaboutthecrater,itseemedtothrobwiththethrobbingofthegreaterstars,theblood-redcrescentofthesun’sdiscsankasittolledout:Boom!...Boom!...Boom!...
WhathadhappenedtoCavor?AllthroughthattollingIstoodtherestupidly,andatlastthetollingceased.
Andsuddenlytheopenmouthofthetunneldownbelowthere,shutlikeaneyeandvanishedoutofsight.
ThenindeedwasIalone.
Overme,aroundme,closinginonme,embracingmeevernearer,wastheEternal;thatwhichwasbeforethebeginning,andthatwhichtriumphsovertheend;thatenormousvoidinwhichalllightandlifeandbeingisbutthethinandvanishingsplendourofafallingstar,thecold,thestillness,thesilence—theinfiniteandfinalNightofspace.
Thesenseofsolitudeanddesolationbecamethesenseofanoverwhelmingpresencethatstoopedtowardsme,thatalmosttouchedme.
“No,”Icried.“No!Notyet!notyet!Wait!Wait!Oh,wait!”Myvoicewentuptoashriek.Iflungthecrumpledpaperfromme,scrambledbacktothecresttotakemybearings,andthen,withallthewillthatwasinme,leaptouttowardsthemarkIhadleft,dimanddistantnowintheverymarginoftheshadow.
Leap,leap,leap,andeachleapwassevenages.