"Garry Kilworth - We Are The Music Makers" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kilworth Garry)

'Why, to this wretch Sergeant Kesnek - do you not see him too, man?'
A hand touched his shoulder, resting there.
'There is no one here. I have been watching you this last half hour. You
are alone, colonel. Completely alone.'
The beggar shook his head, vigorously.
'No - for I sense his presence still - by my side.'
'But that is not a real man,' said Alexi. 'You are standing by a statue.'
The beggar remained where he was, not needing to reach out and confirm
these words. He had felt the cold features of the stone. It was as Alexi
had said. A statue.
'Tell me,' said the beggar. 'I need to know. The statue - who is it?'
'Why,' replied Alexi, in the quietest of tones, 'it is the Universal
Soldier.'

© Garry Kilworth 1998
This story appears here for the first time.