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Название книги: Nine Lives
Автор(ы): Ursula Le Guin
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Nine-Lives-187060.html
She was alive inside, but dead outside, her face a black and dun net of wrinkles, tumors, cracks. She was bald and blind. The tremors that crossed Libra's face were mere quiverings of corruption: underneath, in the black corridors, the halls beneath the skin, there were crepitations in darkness, ferments, chemical nightmares that went on for centuries. "Oh the damned flatulent planet," Pugh murmured as the dome shook and a boil burst a kilometer to the southwest, spraying silver pus across the sunset. The sun had been setting for the last two days. "I'll be glad to see a human face."
"Thanks," said Martin.
"Yours is human to be sure," said Pugh, "but I've seen it so long I can't see it.”
Radvid signals cluttered the communicator which Martin was operating, faded, returned as face and voice. The face rilled the screen, the nose of an Assyrian king, the eyes of a samurai, skin bronze, eyes the color of iron: young, magnificent. "Is that what human beings look like?" said Pugh with awe. "I'd fo
Название книги: Nine Lives
Автор(ы): Ursula Le Guin
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Nine-Lives-187060.html
She was alive inside, but dead outside, her face a black and dun net of wrinkles, tumors, cracks. She was bald and blind. The tremors that crossed Libra's face were mere quiverings of corruption: underneath, in the black corridors, the halls beneath the skin, there were crepitations in darkness, ferments, chemical nightmares that went on for centuries. "Oh the damned flatulent planet," Pugh murmured as the dome shook and a boil burst a kilometer to the southwest, spraying silver pus across the sunset. The sun had been setting for the last two days. "I'll be glad to see a human face."
"Thanks," said Martin.
"Yours is human to be sure," said Pugh, "but I've seen it so long I can't see it.”
Radvid signals cluttered the communicator which Martin was operating, faded, returned as face and voice. The face rilled the screen, the nose of an Assyrian king, the eyes of a samurai, skin bronze, eyes the color of iron: young, magnificent. "Is that what human beings look like?" said Pugh with awe. "I'd fo
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