О дивный новый мир

           "Tomakin!"Sheranforward,herblankettrailingbehindher,threwherarmsroundhisneck,hidherfaceonhischest.

           Ahowloflaughterwentupirrepressibly.

           "...thismonstrouspracticaljoke,"theDirectorshouted.

           Redintheface,hetriedtodisengagehimselffromherembrace.Desperatelysheclung."ButI’mLinda,I’mLinda."’Thelaughterdrownedhervoice."Youmademehaveababy,"shescreamedabovetheuproar.Therewasasuddenandappallinghush;eyesfloateduncomfortably,notknowingwheretolook.TheDirectorwentsuddenlypale,stoppedstrugglingandstood,hishandsonherwrists,staringdownather,horrified."Yes,ababy–andIwasitsmother."Sheflungtheobscenitylikeachallengeintotheoutragedsilence;then,suddenlybreakingawayfromhim,ashamed,ashamed,coveredherfacewithherhands,sobbing."Itwasn’tmyfault,Tomakin.BecauseIalwaysdidmydrill,didn’tI?Didn’tI?Always...Idon’tknowhow...Ifyouknewhowawful,Tomakin...Buthewasacomforttome,allthesame."Turningtowardsthedoor,"John!"shecalled