"Tim LaHaye & Jerry Jenkins - Left Behind Series 1 - Left Behind" - читать интересную книгу автора (LaHaye Tim)

I'm the only one who knows these things; but three different department editors
have turned in story ideas on various international groups meeting in New York this
month. Political editor wants to cover a Jewish Nationalist conference in Manhattan
that has something to do with a new world order government. What they care about
that, I don't know and the political editor doesn't either. Religion editor has
something in my in box about a conference of Orthodox Jews also coming for a
meeting. These are not just from Israel but apparently all over, and they are no
longer haggling over the Dead Sea Scrolls. They're still giddy over the destruction
of Russia and her allies—which I know, you still think was supernatural, but hey, I
love you anyway. Religion editor thinks they're looking for help in rebuilding the
temple. That may be no big deal or have anything to do with anything other than the
religion department, but I was struck by the timing—with the other Jewish group
meeting at pretty much the same time and at the same place about something
entirely political. The other religious conference in town is among leaders of all the
major religions, from the standard ones to the New Agers, also talking about a one-
world religious order. They ought to get together with the Jewish Nationalists, huh?
Need your brain on this. Don't know what to make of it, if anything.
I know all anybody cares about is the disappearances. But we need to keep an eye
on the rest of the world. You know the United Nations has that international
monetarist confab coming up, trying to gauge how we're all doing with the three-
currency thing. Personally I like it, but I'm a little skittish about going to one
currency unless it's dollars. Can you imagine trading in yen or marks here? Guess
I'm still provincial.
Everybody's pretty enamored with this Carpathia guy from Romania who so
impressed your friend Rosenzweig. He's got everybody in a bind in the upper house
in his own country because he's been invited to speak at the U.N. in a couple of
weeks. Nobody knows how he wangled an invitation, but his international
popularity reminds me a lot of Walesa or even Gorbachev. Remember them? Ha!
Hey, friend, get word to me you didn't disappear As far as I know right now, I lost a
niece and two nephews, a sister-in law I didn't like, and possibly a couple of other
distant relatives. You think they'll be back? Well, save that till we get rolling on
what's behind this. If I had to guess, I'm anticipating some God-awful ransom
demand. I mean, it's not like these people who disappeared are dead. What in the
world is going to happen to the life insurance industry? I'm not ready to start
believing the tabloids. You just know they're going to be saying the space aliens
finally got us.
Get in here, Buck.



CHAPTER FOUR
Buck kept pressing a handkerchief soaked with cold water onto the back of his
head. His wound had stopped bleeding, but it stung. He found another message in
his E-mail in box and was about to call it up when he was tapped on the shoulder.
“I'm a doctor. Let me dress your wound.”
“Oh, it's all right, and I-”
“Just let me do this, pal. I'm going crazy here with nothing to do, and I have my
bag. I'm workin' free today. Call it a Rapture Special.”
“A what?”
“Well, what would you call what happened?” the doctor said, removing a bottle and