"Kim Stanley Robinson - Mars 4 - The Martians" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robinson Kim Stanley)

Across the Ross Sea, McMurdo Station had an extra complement of winter
staff precisely to help support them out at Vanda, and so the winter
helicopter came yammering down in a huge noise only an hour or so after their
return to the station. By that time Ben was furious at himself for falling,
more angry than hurt, though they found out later that his hip had been
fractured.
'He went down in a flash,' Michel said to Maya afterwards. 'So


fast he had no time to get a hand out. I'm not surprised it broke something.'
'Too bad,' Maya said.
'You were good out there,' Michel said, surprising himself. 'Very
quick.'
She blew this away with a sound and a wave of her hand. 'How many times
I've seen it. I spent my whole childhood on ice.'
'Ah, of course.' Expertise. A fund of experience was the basis of all
natural decision making. This was true of Maya in many different realms, he
felt. Ergonomics, her speciality, was a matter of people getting along well
with things. She was going to Mars. He was not. He loved her. Well, but he
loved many women. That was just the way it was. But with her ...

From Michel's personal notes, heavily encrypted:

Maya: very beautiful. A tiger slouches into the room, reeking of sex and
murder. The alpha female before whom all submit. Quick in everything,
including moods. I can talk to her. We have real conversations because she
doesn't care what I'm here for. Can that be true?

Spencer Jackson: a power. A secret soul. Depths beyond all calculation, even
for him. The Vanda inside us. His the mind into which the whole community
falls, transmuted to art. Can sketch any face in a dozen strokes, and there
they are bare as a pebble. But I don't think he's happy.

Tatiana Durova: very beautiful. A goddess trapped in a motel. She's looking
for a way out. She knows everyone thinks she is beautiful, and therefore
trusts none of us. She needs to get back to Olympus, where her appearance
would be taken for granted, and she able to get through to someone. To her
peers. Perhaps she takes Mars to be Olympus.

Arkady Bogdanov is a power. A very steady reliable fellow, earnest almost to
the point of dullness. One sees everything he's thinking,

_he doesn't bother to conceal it. What I am is enough to get me to Mars, he
says in his manner. Don't you agree? And I do. An engineer, quick and
ingenious, not interested in larger issues.

Marina Tokareva: a beauty. Very serious and intense, no small talk to her. One
is forced to think about things. And she assumes you are as quick as she is.
So it can be work to follow her. Narrow chiselled features, thick jet-black
hair. Sometimes following her glances I think she is one of the homosexuals