Путешествие к центру земли

Lost in the Bowels of the Earth

           Irose,andleaninguponmyiron-pointedstickIascendedthegallery.Theslopewasrathersteep.Iwalkedonwithouthopebutwithoutindecision,likeamanwhohasmadeuphismind.

           ForhalfanhourImetwithnoobstacle.Itriedtorecognisemywaybytheformofthetunnel,bytheprojectionsofcertainrocks,bythedispositionofthefractures.Butnoparticularsignappeared,andIsoonsawthatthisgallerycouldnotbringmebacktotheturningpoint.Itcametoanabruptend.Istruckagainstanimpenetrablewall,andfelldownupontherock.

           Unspeakabledespairthenseizeduponme.Ilayoverwhelmed,aghast!Mylasthopewasshatteredagainstthisgranitewall.

           Lostinthislabyrinth,whosewindingscrossedeachotherinalldirections,itwasnousetothinkofflightanylonger.HereImustdiethemostdreadfulofdeaths.And,strangetosay,thethoughtcameacrossmethatwhensomedaymypetrifiedremainsshouldbefoundthirtyleaguesbelowthesurfaceinthebowelsoftheearth,thediscoverymightleadtogravescientificdiscussions.

           Itriedtospeakaloud,buthoarsesoundsalonepassedmydrylips.Ipantedforbreath.

           Inthemidstofmyagonyanewterrorlaidholdofme.Infallingmylamphadgotwrong.Icouldnotsetitright,anditslightwaspalingandwouldsoondisappearaltogether.

           Igazedpainfullyupontheluminouscurrentgrowingweakerandweakerinthewirecoil.Adimprocessionofmovingshadowsseemedslowlyunfoldingdownthedarkeningwalls.Iscarcelydaredtoshutmyeyesforonemoment,forfearoflosingtheleastglimmerofthispreciouslight.

Настройки
Фон страницы
Размер шрифта
Межстрочный интервал
Фразовые глаголы
Показать / Скрыть меню
Шрифт
Roboto Lora
Уведомления
Страница 170 из 293