Первые люди на Луне
Chapter 19 — Mr. Bedford Alone
Beforemethepaleserpent-girdledsectionofthesunsankandsank,andtheadvancingshadowswepttoseizethespherebeforeIcouldreachit.Iwastwomilesaway,ahundredleapsormore,andtheairaboutmewasthinningoutasitthinsunderanair-pump,andthecoldwasgrippingatmyjoints.ButhadIdied,Ishouldhavediedleaping.Once,andthenagainmyfootslippedonthegatheringsnowasIleaptandshortenedmyleap;onceIfellshortintobushesthatcrashedandsmashedintodustychipsandnothingness,andonceIstumbledasIdroppedandrolledheadoverheelsintoagully,androsebruisedandbleedingandconfusedastomydirection.
Butsuchincidentswereasnothingtotheintervals,thoseawfulpauseswhenonedriftedthroughtheairtowardsthatpouringtideofnight.Mybreathingmadeapipingnoise,anditwasasthoughkniveswerewhirlinginmylungs.Myheartseemedtobeatagainstthetopofmybrain.“ShallIreachit?OHeaven!ShallIreachit?”
Mywholebeingbecameanguish.
“Liedown!”screamedmypainanddespair;“liedown!”
ThenearerIstruggled,themoreawfullyremoteitseemed.Iwasnumb,Istumbled,Ibruisedandcutmyselfanddidnotbleed.
Itwasinsight.
Ifellonallfours,andmylungswhooped.
Icrawled.Thefrostgatheredonmylips,icicleshungfrommymoustache,Iwaswhitewiththefreezingatmosphere.
Iwasadozenyardsfromit.Myeyeshadbecomedim.“Liedown!”screameddespair;“liedown!”
Itouchedit,andhalted.“Toolate!”screameddespair;“liedown!”
Ifoughtstifflywithit