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То, чем меня всегда завораживала толпа
Oct. 31st, 2010 09:52 amThe public swelled on V-J night of August as riotously as on the victory night of May. The little figures appeared duly on the balcony every half-hour, waved for a space and disappeared.
Jane, Nicholas and Rudi were suddenly in difficulties, being pressed by the crowd from all sides. "Keep your elbows out if possible," Jane and Nicholas said to each other, almost simultaneously; but this was useless advice. A seaman, pressing on Jane, kissed her passionately on the mouth; nothing whatsoever could be done about it. She was at the mercy of his wet beery mouth until the crowd gave way, and then the three pressed a path to a slightly healthier spot, with access to the Park.
Here, another seaman, observed only by Nicholas, slid a knife silently between the ribs of a woman who was with him. The lights went up on the balcony, and a hush anticipated the royal appearance. The stabbed woman did not scream, but sagged immediately. Someone else screamed through the hush, a woman, many yards away, some other victim. Or perhaps that screamer had only had her toes trodden upon. The crowd began to roar again. All their eyes were at this moment fixed on the Palace balcony, where the royal family had appeared in due order. Rudi and Jane were busy yelling their cheers.
Nicholas tried unsuccessfully to move his arm above the crowd to draw attention to the wounded woman. He had been shouting that a woman had been stabbed. The seaman was shouting accusations at his limp woman, who was still kept upright by the crowd. These private demonstrations faded in the general pandemonium.
Muriel Spark, The Girls of Slender Means
These private demonstrations faded in the general pandemonium - то, с чем приходится жить каждому не сумевшему вписаться индивидуалисту (не скажу - аутичному дегенерату). Не получается синхронизировать private demonstrations, хоть ты тресни, - чисто технически. Ну, и почему-то ты остаешься единственным, кто видел этот нож - поскольку моряк, всадивший его кому-то в спину среди всеобщего ликования каким-то загадочным образом остается вписан, синхронизирован и не виден, а ты - нет.
Jane, Nicholas and Rudi were suddenly in difficulties, being pressed by the crowd from all sides. "Keep your elbows out if possible," Jane and Nicholas said to each other, almost simultaneously; but this was useless advice. A seaman, pressing on Jane, kissed her passionately on the mouth; nothing whatsoever could be done about it. She was at the mercy of his wet beery mouth until the crowd gave way, and then the three pressed a path to a slightly healthier spot, with access to the Park.
Here, another seaman, observed only by Nicholas, slid a knife silently between the ribs of a woman who was with him. The lights went up on the balcony, and a hush anticipated the royal appearance. The stabbed woman did not scream, but sagged immediately. Someone else screamed through the hush, a woman, many yards away, some other victim. Or perhaps that screamer had only had her toes trodden upon. The crowd began to roar again. All their eyes were at this moment fixed on the Palace balcony, where the royal family had appeared in due order. Rudi and Jane were busy yelling their cheers.
Nicholas tried unsuccessfully to move his arm above the crowd to draw attention to the wounded woman. He had been shouting that a woman had been stabbed. The seaman was shouting accusations at his limp woman, who was still kept upright by the crowd. These private demonstrations faded in the general pandemonium.
Muriel Spark, The Girls of Slender Means
These private demonstrations faded in the general pandemonium - то, с чем приходится жить каждому не сумевшему вписаться индивидуалисту (не скажу - аутичному дегенерату). Не получается синхронизировать private demonstrations, хоть ты тресни, - чисто технически. Ну, и почему-то ты остаешься единственным, кто видел этот нож - поскольку моряк, всадивший его кому-то в спину среди всеобщего ликования каким-то загадочным образом остается вписан, синхронизирован и не виден, а ты - нет.
