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Robert Heinlein - Citizen Of The Galaxy
Atec Февраль 20 2008 18:00:37
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"What? Why didn't you say so? Goodness, man! You'll never make it"
"I'm very much afraid so . . . but I had to do this."
"We'll fix that." The Colonel snatched open the door. "Eddie! An air car for Captain Krausa. Speed run. Take him off the top and put him down where he says. Crash!"
"Aye aye, Skipper!"
Brisby turned back, raised his eyebrows, then stepped into the outer office. Krausa was facing Thorby, his mouth working painfully. "Come here. Son."
"Yes, Father."
"I have to go now. Maybe you can manage to be at a Gathering . . . some day."
"Ill try, Father!"
"If not . . . well, the blood stays in the steel, the steel stays in the blood. You're still Sisu"
" 'The steel stays in the blood.' "
"Good business, Son. Be a good boy."
"Good . . . business! Oh, Father!"
"Stop it! You'll have me doing it. Listen, I'll take your responses this afternoon. You must not show up."
"Yes, sir."
"Your Mother loves you . . . and so do I."
Brisby tapped on the open door. "Your car is waiting, Captain."
"Coming, Skipper." Krausa kissed Thorby on both cheeks and turned suddenly away, so that all Thorby saw was his broad back.
Colonel Brisby returned presently, sat down, looked at Thorby and said, "I don't know quite what to do with you. But we'll manage." He touched a switch. "Have someone dig up the berthing master-at-arms, Eddie
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