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Danse Macabre :: Кинг Стивен
Страница: 219 из 359The child was sitting on the ground at some distance from a group of other children, boys and girls who were carefully watching her . . . . The blonde girl was working intently at something with her hands, wholly concentrated on it. Her face was sweetly serious . . . . This was what gave the scene the aspect of a performance . . . . The girl was seated, her legs straight out before her, in the sandy overspill from one of the sandboxes . . . . She was speaking softly now to her audience, ranged on the scrubby grass before her in groups of three and four . . . . They were certainly unnaturally quiet, completely taken up by the girl's theatrics.
Is it this little girl, who is holding her audience spellbound by cutting up a turtle before their eyes, the same little girl who accompanies Don Wanderley on his strange trip south from Milburn, New York, to Panama City, Florida? This is the little girl as Don first sees her. You decide.
And that was how he found her. At first, he was doubtful, watching the girl who had appeared in the playground one afternoon. She was not beautiful, not even attractive-she was dark and intense, and her clothes never seemed to be clean. The other children avoided her . . . perhaps children were quicker at seeing real differences than adults . . . . Don had only one real clue that she was not the ordinary child she appeared to be, and he clung to it with a fanatic's desperation. The first time he had seen her, he had gone cold.
Julia, in the book of the same name, speaks to a small black child about the unnamed girl who has mutilated the turtle. The black girl wanders over to Julia and begins the conversation by asking: "What's your name?” "Julia.” The girl's mouth opened a fraction wider.
"Doolya?” Julia raised her hand for a moment to the child's springy ruff of hair. "What's your name?” "Mona.” "Do you know the girl who was just playing in here? The girl with the blonde hair who was sitting and talking?” Mona nodded. "Do you know her name?” Mona nodded again. "Doolya.” "Julia?” "Mona. Take me with you.” "Mona, what was that girl doing? Was she telling a story?” "She does. Things." The girl blinked.
In Ghost Story , Don Wanderley similarly speaks with another child about the child who so disturbs him: "What's the name of that girl?" He asked, pointing.
The boy shuffled his feet, blinked and said "Angie.” "Angie what?” "Don't know.” "Why doesn't anybody ever play with her?” The boy squinted at him, cocking his head; then, deciding he could be trusted, leaned forward charmingly, cupped his hands beside his mouth to tell a dark secret. "Because she's awful .
Is it this little girl, who is holding her audience spellbound by cutting up a turtle before their eyes, the same little girl who accompanies Don Wanderley on his strange trip south from Milburn, New York, to Panama City, Florida? This is the little girl as Don first sees her. You decide.
And that was how he found her. At first, he was doubtful, watching the girl who had appeared in the playground one afternoon. She was not beautiful, not even attractive-she was dark and intense, and her clothes never seemed to be clean. The other children avoided her . . . perhaps children were quicker at seeing real differences than adults . . . . Don had only one real clue that she was not the ordinary child she appeared to be, and he clung to it with a fanatic's desperation. The first time he had seen her, he had gone cold.
Julia, in the book of the same name, speaks to a small black child about the unnamed girl who has mutilated the turtle. The black girl wanders over to Julia and begins the conversation by asking: "What's your name?” "Julia.” The girl's mouth opened a fraction wider.
"Doolya?” Julia raised her hand for a moment to the child's springy ruff of hair. "What's your name?” "Mona.” "Do you know the girl who was just playing in here? The girl with the blonde hair who was sitting and talking?” Mona nodded. "Do you know her name?” Mona nodded again. "Doolya.” "Julia?” "Mona. Take me with you.” "Mona, what was that girl doing? Was she telling a story?” "She does. Things." The girl blinked.
In Ghost Story , Don Wanderley similarly speaks with another child about the child who so disturbs him: "What's the name of that girl?" He asked, pointing.
The boy shuffled his feet, blinked and said "Angie.” "Angie what?” "Don't know.” "Why doesn't anybody ever play with her?” The boy squinted at him, cocking his head; then, deciding he could be trusted, leaned forward charmingly, cupped his hands beside his mouth to tell a dark secret. "Because she's awful .