Марсианские хроники

           What’swrong?Adream?"

           "Somethingterriblewillhappeninthemorning."

           "Nothingcanhappen,alliswellwithus."

           Ahystericalsobbing."Itiscomingnearerandnearerandnearer!"

           "Nothingcanhappentous.Whatcould?Sleepnow.Sleep."

           ItwasquietinthedeepmorningofMars,asquietasacoolandblackwell,withstarsshininginthecanalwaters,and,breathingineveryroom,thechildrencurledwiththeirspidersinclosedhands,theloversarminarm,themoonsgone,thetorchescold,thestoneamphitheatersdeserted.

           Theonlysound,justbeforedawn,wasanightwatchman,farawaydownalonelystreet,walkingalonginthedarkness,hummingaverystrangesong…