Повелитель мух / Lord of the Flies

“How can you expect to be rescued if you don’t put first things first and act proper?”

He took off his glasses and made as if to put down the conch; but the sudden motion toward it of most of the older boys changed his mind. He tucked the shell under his arm, and crouched back on a rock.

“Then when you get here you build a bonfire that isn’t no use. Now you been and set the whole island on fire. Won’t we look funny if the whole island burns up? Cooked fruit, that’s what we’ll have to eat, and roast pork.

And that’s nothing to laugh at! You said Ralph was chief and you don’t give him time to think. Then when he says something you rush off, like, like—”

He paused for breath, and the fire growled at them.

“And that’s not all. Them kids. The little ’uns. Who took any notice of ’em? Who knows how many we got?”

Ralph took a sudden step forward.

“I told you to. I told you to get a list of names!”

“How could I,” cried Piggy indignantly, “all by myself? They waited for two minutes, then they fell in the sea; they went into the forest; they just scattered everywhere.

How was I to know which was which?”

Ralph licked pale lips.

“Then you don’t know how many of us there ought to be?”

“How could I with them little ’uns running round like insects? Then when you three came back, as soon as you said make a fire, they all ran away, and I never had a chance—”

“That’s enough!” said Ralph sharply, and snatched back the conch.

“If you didn’t you didn’t.”

“—then you come up here an’ pinch my specs—”

Jack turned on him.

“You shut up!”

“—and them little ’uns was wandering about down there where the fire is. How d’you know they aren’t still there?”

Piggy stood up and pointed to the smoke and flames. A murmur rose among the boys and died away. Something strange was happening to Piggy, for he was gasping for breath.

“That little ’un—” gasped Piggy—“him with the mark on his face, I don’t see him.

Where is he now?”

The crowd was as silent as death.

“Him that talked about the snakes. He was down there—”

A tree exploded in the fire like a bomb. Tall swathes of creepers rose for a moment into view, agonized, and went down again. The little boys screamed at them.

“Snakes! Snakes! Look at the snakes!”

In the west, and unheeded, the sun lay only an inch or two above the sea.