Повелитель мух / Lord of the Flies

Acres of black and yellow smoke rolled steadily toward the sea. At the sight of the flames and the irresistible course of the fire, the boys broke into shrill, excited cheering. The flames, as though they were a kind of wild life, crept as a jaguar creeps on its belly toward a line of birch-like saplings that fledged an outcrop of the pink rock. They flapped at the first of the trees, and the branches grew a brief foliage of fire. The heart of flame leapt nimbly across the gap between the trees and then went swinging and flaring along the whole row of them.

Beneath the capering boys a quarter of a mile square of forest was savage with smoke and flame. The separate noises of the fire merged into a drum-roll that seemed to shake the mountain.

“You got your small fire all right.”

Startled, Ralph realized that the boys were falling still and silent, feeling the beginnings of awe at the power set free below them. The knowledge and the awe made him savage.

“Oh, shut up!”

“I got the conch,” said Piggy, in a hurt voice. “I got a right to speak.”

They looked at him with eyes that lacked interest in what they saw, and cocked ears at the drum-roll of the fire. Piggy glanced nervously into hell and cradled the conch.

“We got to let that burn out now. And that was our firewood.”

He licked his lips.

“There ain’t nothing we can do. We ought to be more careful. I’m scared—”

Jack dragged his eyes away from the fire.

“You’re always scared. Yah—Fatty!”

“I got the conch,” said Piggy bleakly. He turned to Ralph. “I got the conch, ain’t I Ralph?”

Unwillingly Ralph turned away from the splendid, awful sight.

“What’s that?”

“The conch. I got a right to speak.”

The twins giggled together.

“We wanted smoke—”

“Now look—!”

A pall stretched for miles away from the island.

All the boys except Piggy started to giggle; presently they were shrieking with laughter.

Piggy lost his temper.

“I got the conch! Just you listen! The first thing we ought to have made was shelters down there by the beach. It wasn’t half cold down there in the night. But the first time Ralph says ’fire’ you goes howling and screaming up this here mountain. Like a pack of kids!”

By now they were listening to the tirade.