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Андрей AKA Andrew Nugged
Ладошки служат как архив программ для Palm OS и Poclet PC / Windows Mobile
и разрешённых книг с 15 окрября 2000 года.
Братья Стругацкие подчинили власти своего воображения миллионы читателей.
Особый, ни на что не похожий мир представляют читателю произведения братьев Стругацких. Забавные и грустные истории происходят в этом фантастическом мире.
отрывок из произведения:
...I was only a boy at the time, and there was much I did not understand then and much I later forgot-perhaps the most interesting parts. It was night time, so I did not even see the man's face. And his voice was not at all exceptional, maybe a little sad and husky, and he coughed now and then as if from embarrassment. In a word, if we happened to meet again, on the street somewhere or, let us say, at a mutual friend's, it is more than likely I would not recognize him.
We met on the beach. I had just been in for a swim, and was sitting on a rock. Then I heard the rattle of falling shale behind me-him coming down the embankment-there was a whiff of tobacco smoke, and he stopped beside me. As I have already said, this happened at night. The sky was overcast and a gale was rising out at sea. A strong, warm wind whipped along the beach. The stranger was smoking, and the wind cut long orange sparks from his cigarette, whisking them over the deserted sands till they vanished. It was pretty to see, I remember that well. I was only sixteen, and it never even occurred to me that he would speak. But he began to talk. And his opening words were rather strange.
«The world is full of marvellous things,» he said.
I decided that he was merely thinking aloud, and kept silent. I turned to look at him, but could discern nothing. It was too dark.
«The world is full of marvellous things,» he repeated, then took a drag, shedding a shower of sparks my way...
...I was only a boy at the time, and there was much I did not understand then and much I later forgot-perhaps the most interesting parts. It was night time, so I did not even see the man's face. And his voice was not at all exceptional, maybe a little sad and husky, and he coughed now and then as if from embarrassment. In a word, if we happened to meet again, on the street somewhere or, let us say, at a mutual friend's, it is more than likely I would not recognize him.
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