Повелитель мух / Lord of the Flies

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They were silent again: Simon intent, Ralph incredulous and faintly indignant. He sat up, rubbing one shoulder with a dirty hand.

“Well, I don’t know.”

Jack leapt to his feet and spoke very quickly.

“That’s how you can feel in the forest. Of course there’s nothing in it. Only—only—”

He took a few rapid steps toward the beach, then came back.

“Only I know how they feel. See? That’s all.”

“The best thing we can do is get ourselves rescued.”

Jack had to think for a moment before he could remember what rescue was.

“Rescue? Yes, of course! All the same, I’d like to catch a pig first—” He snatched up his spear and dashed it into the ground. The opaque, mad look came into his eyes again. Ralph looked at him critically through his tangle of fair hair.

“So long as your hunters remember the fire—”

“You and your fire!”

The two boys trotted down the beach, and, turning at the water’s edge, looked back at the pink mountain.

“I wonder how far off you could see that.”

“Miles.”

“We don’t make enough smoke.”

The bottom part of the trickle, as though conscious of their gaze, thickened to a creamy blur which crept up the feeble column.

“They’ve put on green branches,” muttered Ralph. “I wonder!” He screwed up his eyes and swung round to search the horizon.

“Got it!”

Jack shouted so loudly that Ralph jumped.

“What? Where? Is it a ship?”

But Jack was pointing to the high declivities that led down from the mountain to the flatter part of the island.

“Of course! They’ll lie up there—they must, when the sun’s too hot—”

Ralph gazed bewildered at his rapt face.

“—they get up high. High up and in the shade, resting during the heat, like cows at home—”

“I thought you saw a ship!”

“We could steal up on one—paint our faces so they wouldn’t see—perhaps surround them and then—”

Indignation took away Ralph’s control.

“I was talking about smoke! Don’t you want to be rescued? All you can talk about is pig, pig, pig!”

“But we want meat!”

“And I work all day with nothing but Simon and you come back and don’t even notice the huts!”

“I was working too—”

“But you like it!” shouted Ralph.