"Myst - 01 - The Book Of Atrus" - читать интересную книгу автора (Miller Rand)

lights that glowed warmly in the darkness. "Atrus?"

He turned, looking up as Anna came and crouched beside him on the narrow ledge.
"Yes, grandmother?"

"You have a lot to write in your journal today."

Atrus smiled, then stroked the kitten, petting it between the ears, and feeling
it push back against his fingers.

"I wrote it earlier, while you were in the storeroom."

"Ah ...." She reached out, gently brushing the kittens Hank with the backs of
her fingers. "And how goes your experiment?"

"Which one?" he asked, suddenly eager.

"Your measurements. I saw you out there earlier."

For nearly six months now Atrus had been studying the movement of the dunes on
the far side of the volcano. He had placed a series of long stakes deep into the
sand along the dune's edge, then had watched, meticulously measuring the daily
movement of the dune, using the stakes as his baseline, then marking those
measurements down on a chart in the back of his journal.

"I've almost finished," he said, his eyes shining brightly in the moonlight.
"Another few weeks and I'll have my results."

Anna smiled at that, amused and yet proud of the care he took. There was no
doubting it, Atrus had a fine mind-a true explorers mind-and a curiosity to
match.

"And have you a theory?" she asked, noting how he sat up straighter to answer
her.

"They move," he answered.

"A little or a lot?"

H e smiled. "It depends."

"Depends?"

"On what you think is a little, or what you think is a lot."

She laughed, enjoying his answer. "A little would be, oh, several inches a year,
a lot would be a mile."

"Then it's neither," he answered, looking down at Flame again. The kitten was
dozing now, her head tucked down, her gentle snores a soft sound in the