Марсианские хроники

           NowweretheygoingtoopenthegateandlethimintoboardtheThirdExpeditionaryRocket,orwashegoingtohavetokickitdown?

           Theytoldhimtoshutup.

           Hesawthemenwalkingouttotherocket.

           Waitforme!hecried.Don’tleavemehereonthisterribleworld,I’vegottogetaway;there’sgoingtobeanatomwar!Don’tleavemeonEarth!

           Theydraggedhim,struggling,away.Theyslammedthepolicewagondooranddrovehimoffintotheearlymorning,hisfacepressedtotherearwindow,andjustbeforetheysirenedoverahill,hesawtheredfireandheardthebigsoundandfeltthehugetremorasthesilverrocketshotupandlefthimbehindonanordinaryMondaymorningontheordinaryplanetEarth.