О дивный новый мир

           Butthewhipfellandfellinexorably.Seventimesround.Thenallatoncetheboystaggeredand,stillwithoutasound,pitchedforwardontohisface.Bendingoverhim,theoldmantouchedhisbackwithalongwhitefeather,helditupforamoment,crimson,forthepeopletoseethenshookitthriceoverthesnakes.Afewdropsfell,andsuddenlythedrumsbrokeoutagainintoapanicofhurryingnotes;therewasagreatshout.Thedancersrushedforward,pickedupthesnakesandranoutofthesquare.Men,women,children,allthecrowdranafterthem.Aminutelaterthesquarewasempty,onlytheboyremained,pronewherehehadfallen,quitestill.Threeoldwomencameoutofoneofthehouses,andwithsomedifficultyliftedhimandcarriedhimin.Theeagleandthemanonthecrosskeptguardforalittlewhileovertheemptypueblo;then,asthoughtheyhadseenenough,sankslowlydownthroughtheirhatchways,outofsight,intothenetherworld.

           Leninawasstillsobbing."Tooawful,"shekeptrepeating,andallBernard’sconsolationswereinvain."Tooawful!Thatblood!"Sheshuddered."Oh,IwishIhadmysoma."

           Therewasthesoundoffeetintheinnerroom.

           Leninadidnotmove,butsatwithherfaceinherhands,unseeing,apart.OnlyBernardturnedround.

           ThedressoftheyoungmanwhonowsteppedoutontotheterracewasIndian;buthisplaitedhairwasstraw?coloured,hiseyesapaleblue,andhisskinawhiteskin,bronzed.

           "Hullo.Good-morrow,"saidthestranger,infaultlessbutpeculiarEnglish.