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

come up with the answers. And now you have an understanding of it." She smiled
and reached out again, letting her hand rest lightly on his shoulder. "It may
seem a small thing, Atrus-after all, a dune is but a dune-but the principle's a
sound one and will stand you in good stead whatever you do, and however complex
the system is you're looking at. Always consider the Whole, Atrus. Always look
at the interrelated-ness of things, and remember that the 'whole' of one thing
is always just a part of something else, something larger."

Atrus stared at her, slowly nodding, the seriousness of his gaze belying his
seven years. Seeing it, Anna sighed inwardly. Sometimes he made her feel so
proud. Such fine, clear eyes he had. Eyes that had been so encouraged to see
that yearned to observe and question the world around him.

"Grandmother?"

"Yes, Atrus?"

"Can I draw a picture of Flame?"

"No," she said, smiling down at him. "Not now. It's time for bed. You want Flame
to sleep with you?"

He grinned and nodded.

"Then bring her through. She can sleep at the foot of your bed tonight. Tomorrow
we'll make a basket for her."

"Grandmother?"

"Yes, Atrus?"

"Can I read for a while?"

She smiled then reached out to ruffle his hair. "No. But I'll come and tell you
a story, if you like."

His eyes widened. "Please. And Nanna?"

"Yes?" she asked, surprised by his use of the familiar term.

"Thank you for Flame. She's beautiful. I'll take good care of her."

"I know you will. Now come inside. It's late."

* * *

Atrus's bed was on a shelf of rock cut into the back wall of the inner sleeping
chamber like a tiny catacomb. A beautifully woven quilt was his mattress, while
a large, doubled square of cloth, sewn neatly by Anna along the edges and
decorated with a pattern of tiny, embroidered golden stars, served for a sheet.