"Elizabeth Lynn - The Silver Horse" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lynn Elizabeth A)

Susannah tried to picture the inside of the refrigerator as she had
seen it last. "I don't remember."
"Would you look?"
"Okay." She went in. The house seemed very dark. The kitchen tile was
cool on her bare feet. She opened the refrigerator.
There were usually two big gallon containers of milk on the middle
shelf. There was one there now. She reached in and took it out. It was very
light.
"Merow," said a voice near the ground. Something warm and soft and
furry brushed her left leg.
"Hello, Mr. D," she said.
The big square orange cat butted his head on her knee. "Mowr," he said.
"I know what you want." Susannah took his water bowl from its place and
put it on the kitchen table. Then she poured the rest of the milk -- it was
only a tiny bit -- into the bowl. "Come on," she whispered.
Mr. D jumped to the table top. Purring, he folded himself up beside the
bowl and drank. Susannah put the empty container in the pantry and went out.
"There was a little left," she said. "I gave it to Mr. D."
"Dad can get more tomorrow. But we'll need some tonight. Would you go
to the store and get a quart?" Mother dug into her pocket and brought out a
dollar. "Bring me the change."
"All right," Susannah said. Putting the dollar into her own pocket, she
started down the steps.
"Put something on your feet!"
Her thongs were in the front hall. Wriggling her toes into them,
Susannah went down the steps. Her mother waved from the top.
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Susannah loved her street. It was named Allan Street and it was only one block
long. There were lots of streets like it in San Francisco. Her father -- he
was a city bus driver, and knew all about the streets -- had showed her on
the city map: there was Carl Street and Paul Street and Jessie Street and Edna
Street. There was no street named Susannah. But there was no street named
Niall, either!
Allan Street's tall wooden houses had curly decorations and designs all
over them. Some of the houses were painted neat colors: blue and bright yellow
and gold. Some even had stained glass windows! At the bottom of the street sat
a little store, a park, and a streetcar line beside the park. Susannah loved
to watch the red and yellow streetcar stop at the bottom of the hill before
the tunnel. It would sit humming as people got off and on, and then it would
close its doors -- thunk, thunk! -- and come rattling and shaking up the
slope. At night she would hear it between dreams, like the soft snore of the
cat, and it made her feel good.
At the entrance to the store Susannah stopped, hoping to see a
streetcar heading for the tunnel, but none appeared. She went into the store.
The cooler was in the back. She took a quart of milk from it and brought it to
Al at the counter.
"How ya doing?" said Al, punching the buttons on his machine.
"All right," Susannah said, giving him her dollar. She watched him
count out coins. She had heard Celie say that Al was an Arab and it made her
curious -- when he got home, did he take off his shirt and put on a