The War of the Worlds
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The War of the Worlds

Автор: Herbert George Wells

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Издательство: Пальмира|Книга по Требованию

Год: 2017

Место издания: Санкт-Петербург | Москва

ISBN: 978-5-521-00163-7

Страниц: 151

Артикул: 12202

Возрастная маркировка: 12+

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Book I. The Coming of the Martians
I. The Eve of the War
II. The Falling-Star
III. On Horsell Common
IV. The Cylinder Opens
V. The Heat-Ray
VI. The Heat-Ray in the Chobham Road
VII. How I Reached Home
VIII. Friday Night
IX. The Fighting Begins
X. In the Storm
XI. At the Window
XII. What I saw of the Destruction of Weybridge and Shepperton
XIII. How I fell in with the Curate
XIV. In London
XV. What had happened in Surrey
XVI. The Exodus from London
XVII. The "Thunder Child"
Book II. The Earth under the Martians
I. Under Foot
II. What we saw from the ruined House
III. The Days of Imprisonment
IV. The Death of the Curate
V. The Stillness
VI. The Work of Fifteen Days
VII. The Man on Putney Hill
VIII. Dead London
IX. Wreckage
X. The Epilogue

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T H E C Y L I N D E R O P E N S *3 standing on the cylinder and trying to scramble out of the hole again. T h e crowd had pushed him in. T h e end of the cylinder was being screwed out from within. Nearly two feet of shining screw projected. Somebody blundered against me, and I narrowly missed being pitched on to the top of the screw. I turned, and as I did so the screw must have come out, for the lid of the cylinder fell upon the gravel with a ringing concussion. I stuck my elbow into the person behind me, and turned my head towards the Thing again. For a moment that circular cavity seemed perfectly black. I had the sunset in my eyes. I think every one expected to see a man emerge—possibly something a little unlike us terrestrial men, but in all essentials a man. I know I did. But, looking, I presently saw something stirring within the shadow : greyish billowy movements, one above another, and then two luminous disks—like eyes. T h e n something resembling a little grey snake, about the thickness of a walking-stick, coiled up out of the writhing middle, and wriggled in the air towards me—and then another. A sudden chill came over me. There was a loud shriek from a woman behind. I half turned, keeping my eyes fixed upon the cylinder still, from which other tentacles were now projecting, and began pushing my way back from the edge of the pit. I saw astonishment giving place to horror on the faces of the people about me. I heard inarticulate exclamations on all sides. There was a general movement backwards. I saw the shopman struggling still on the edge of the pit. I found myself alone, and saw the people on the other side of the pit running off, Stent among them. I looked again at the cylinder, and ungovernable terror gripped me. I stood petrified and staring. A big greyish rounded bulk, the size, perhaps, of a bear, was rising slowly and painfully out of the cylinder. As it bulged up and caught the light, it glistened like wet leather. T w o large dark-colour...