"Bradbury, Ray - In A Season Of Calm Weather" - читать интересную книгу автора (Bradbury Ray)

was gone, walking back down the beach toward the south.
George Smith stood looking after him. After a full minute he did the
only thing he could possibly do. He started at the beginning of the fantastic
frieze of satyrs and fauns and wine-dipped maidens and prancing unicorns and
piping youths and he walked slowly along the shore. He walked a long way,
looking down at the free-running bacchanal. And when he came to the end of
the animals and men he turned around and started back in the other direction,
just staring down as if he had lost something and did not quite know where to
find it. He kept on doing this until there was no more light in the sky or on
the sand to see by.


He sat down at the supper table.
"You're late," said his wife. "I just had to come down alone. I'm
ravenous."
"That's all right," he said.
"Anything interesting happen on your walk?" she asked.
"No," he said.
"You look funny; George, you didn't swim out too far, did you, and
almost drown? I can tell by your face. You _did swim out too far, didn't you?
"Yes," he said.
"Well," she said, watching him closely. "Don't ever do that again.
Now - what'll you have?"
He picked up the menu and started to read it and stopped suddenly.
"What's wrong?" asked his wife.
He turned his head and shut his eyes for a moment.
"Listen."
She listened.
"I don't hear anything," she said.
"Don't you?"
"No. What is it?"
"Just the tide," he said after a while, sitting there, his eyes still
shut. "Just the tide coming in."