> "Сын грома" шел таким ходом, что через минуту уже покрыл
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Да, мой любимый эпизод в книге...
Что кстати показывает что Уэллс был скрытым флотофилом - армия запинала одного марсианина, а флот - двоих.
PS: Настоятельно рекомендую послушать Jeff Wayne's "War of the worlds".
Особенно - финал. ;)
PS: прошу прощения за длинную цитату - не мог удержатся.
Thunderchild
Journalist
There were ships of shapes and sizes,
Scattered out along the bay
And I thought I heard her calling,
As the steamer pulled away
The invaders must have seen them
As across the coast they filed
Standing firm between them,
There lay Thunderchild
Moving swiftly through the waters,
Cannons blazing as she came,
Brought a mighty metal warlord
Crashing down in sheets of flame,
Sensing victory was nearing,
Thinking fortune must have smiled,
People started cheering,
"Come on Thunderchild! Come on Thunderchild!"
The Martians released their black smoke, but the ship sped on, cutting down one of the tripod figures. Instantly, the others raised their heat rays, and melted the Thunderchild's valiant heart.
Journalist
Lashing ropes and smashing timbers,
Flashing heat rays pierced the deck,
Dashing hopes for our deliverance,
As we watched the sinking wreck,
With the smoke of battle clearing,
Over graves and waves defiled,
Slowly disappearing, farewell Thunderchild!
Slowly disappearing, farewell Thunderchild!
Farewell Thunderchild!
Farewell Thunderchild, child, child, child, child...