Онлайн книга All Flesh is Grass

Надо поступать так, как должен бы, на мой взгляд, поступать весь род людской,  — а стало быть, раз угощают, надо есть.

Perhaps I was not thinking very clearly. Events were happening much too fast and I had too little time. It was a snap decision at best and I hoped I was not wrong.

I never had a chance to know, for before the food could be passed around, the contraption in the centre of the circle began a little ticking—no more than the ticking of a clock in an empty room, but at the first tick it gave they all jumped to their feet and stood watching it.

Наверно, я рассуждал не так связно. Неожиданности сыпались одна за другой, я не успевал опомниться. Оставалось решать мгновенно  — и надеяться, что не ошибся.

Но мне не пришлось узнать, верно ли я решил: по кругу еще только начали передавать еду, как вдруг из сверкающего шара послышалось мерное тиканье  — не громче, чем тикают в пустой комнате часы, но все мигом вскочили и уставились на шар.

I jumped up, too, and stood watching with them, and I could sense that they'd forgotten I was with them.

As it ticked, the glow of it became a shining mistiness and the mistiness spread out, like a fog creeping up the land from a river bottom.

The mistiness enveloped us and out of that mistiness strange shapes began to form. At first they were wavering and unstable forms, but in a while they steadied and became more substantial, although never quite substantial; there was about them a touch of fairyland, of a shape and time that one might see, but that was forever out of reach.

Я тоже вскочил и тоже во все глаза смотрел на странный аппарат; про меня явно забыли, все внимание приковано было к этому блестящему мячу.

А он все тикал, блеск его замутился и светящаяся мгла поползла от него вширь, как стелются по прибрежным лугам речные туманы.

Нас обволокло этой светящейся мглой, и в ней стали складываться странные образы  — сперва зыбкие, расплывчатые.

And now the mistiness went away—or perhaps it still remained and we did not notice it, for with the creation of the forms it had supplied another world, of which we were observers, if not an actual part.

It appeared that we were standing on the terrace of what on Earth might have been called a villa.