Марсианские хроники

           Hesoundedasifatanymomenthemightgoquiteinsanewithhappiness.Helookeddownthestreetandbegantorun,stumblingawkwardly,falling,pickinghimselfup,andrunningon."Look,look!"

           "Don’tlethimgetaway!"Thecaptainbrokeintoarun.

           NowLustigwasrunningswiftly,shouting.Heturnedintoayardhalfwaydowntheshadystreetandleapedupupontheporchofalargegreenhousewithanironroosterontheroof.

           Hewasbeatingatthedoor,holleringandcrying,whenHinkstonandthecaptainranupbehindhim.Theywereallgaspingandwheezing,exhaustedfromtheirruninthethinair."Grandma!Grandpa!"criedLustig.

           Twooldpeoplestoodinthedoorway.

           "David!"theirvoicespiped,andtheyrushedouttoembraceandpathimonthebackandmovearoundhim."David,oh,David,it’sbeensomanyyears!Howyou’vegrown,boy;howbigyouare,boy.Oh,Davidboy,howareyou?"

           "Grandma,Grandpa!"sobbedDavidLustig."Youlookfine,fine!"Heheldthem,turnedthem,kissedthem,huggedthem,criedonthem,heldthemoutagain,blinkingatthelittleoldpeople.Thesunwasinthesky,thewindblew,thegrasswasgreen,thescreendoorstoodwide.

           "Comein,boy,comein.There’sicedteaforyou,fresh,lotsofit!"

           "I’vegotfriendshere."LustigturnedandwavedatthecaptainandHinkstonfrantically,laughing."Captain,comeonup."

           "Howdy,"saidtheoldpeople."Comein.AnyfriendsofDavid’sareourfriendstoo.