Марсианские хроники
November 2005: The Luggage Store
"DoyouthinkeveryonenowonMarswillgobacktoEarthifthisistheBigWarwe’veallbeenexpectingforyears?"
"It’safunnything,Father,butyes,Ithinkwe’llallgoback.Iknow,wecameupheretogetawayfromthings—politics,theatombomb,war,pressuregroups,prejudice,laws—Iknow.Butit’sstillhomethere.Youwaitandsee.WhenthefirstbombdropsonAmericathepeopleuphere’llstartthinking.Theyhaven’tbeenherelongenough.Acoupleyearsisall.Ifthey’dbeenherefortyyears,it’dbedifferent,buttheygotrelativesdownthere,andtheirhometowns.Me,Ican’tbelieveinEarthanymore;Ican’timagineitmuch.ButI’mold.Idon’tcount.Imightstayonhere."
"Idoubtit."
"Yes,Iguessyou’reright."
Theystoodontheporchwatchingthestars.FinallyFatherPeregrinepulledsomemoneyfromhispocketandhandedittotheproprietor."Cometothinkofit,you’dbettergivemeanewvalise.Myoldone’sinprettybadcondition…"
