Марсианские хроники

           And,somehow,Idon’twanttoforgetit.It’ssomethingIwantalwaystoremember."Shemovedherhandsasiftherhythmmighthelphertorememberallofit.Thenshelaybackinherchair."Ican’tremember."Shebegantocry.

           "Whyareyoucrying?"heasked.

           "Idon’tknow,Idon’tknow,butIcan’thelpit.I’msadandIdon’tknowwhy,IcryandIdon’tknowwhy,butI’mcrying."

           Herheadwasinherhands;hershouldersmovedagainandagain.

           "You’llbeallrighttomorrow,"hesaid.

           Shedidnotlookupathim;shelookedonlyattheemptydesertandtheverybrightstarscomingoutnowontheblacksky,andfarawaytherewasasoundofwindrisingandcanalwatersstirringcoldinthelongcanals.Sheshuthereyes,trembling.

           "Yes,"shesaid."I’llbeallrighttomorrow."