Марсианские хроники
April 2000: The Third Expedition
Ifsomethingbadhappens,ourcrewcanwarnthenextrocket.That’sCaptainWilder’srocket,Ithink,duetobereadytotakeoffnextChristmas.ifthere’ssomethinghostileaboutMarswecertainlywantthenextrockettobewellarmed."
"Soarewe.We’vegotaregulararsenalwithus."
"Tellthementostandbythegunsthen.Comeon,Lustig,Hinkston."
Thethreemenwalkedtogetherdownthroughthelevelsoftheship.
Itwasabeautifulspringday.Arobinsatonablossomingappletreeandsangcontinuously.Showersofpetalsnowsifteddownwhenthewindtouchedthegreenbranches,andtheblossomscentdriftedupontheair.Somewhereinthetownsomeonewasplayingthepianoandthemusiccameandwent,cameandwent,softly,drowsily.Thesongwas"BeautifulDreamer."Somewhereelseaphonograph,scratchyandfaded,washissingoutarecordof"Roamin’intheGloamin’,"sungbyHarryLauder.
Thethreemenstoodoutsidetheship.Theysuckedandgaspedatthethin,thinairandmovedslowlysoasnottotirethemselves.
Nowthephonographrecordbeingplayedwas:
"Oh,givemeaJunenight
Themoonlightandyou…"
Lustigbegantotremble.SamuelHinkstondidlikewise.
Theskywassereneandquiet,andsomewhereastreamofwaterranthroughthecoolcavernsandtreeshadingsofaravine.Somewhereahorseandwagontrottedandrolledby,bumping.
"Sir,"saidSamuelHinkston,"itmustbe,ithastobe,thatrockettraveltoMarsbeganintheyearsbeforethefirstWorldWar!"
"No."