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Автор Хелен Данмор
The Deep
Helen Dunmore
Contents
Chapter One
IT’S APRIL, AND THE SUN IS warm. I’m sitting on…
Chapter Two
AS SOON AS WE’RE OUT of the cove, the seabed…
Chapter Three
WE COME OUT OF THE cave and stare up the…
Chapter Four
I WISH I HAD CONOR BY MY side. Ervys is…
Chapter Five
IT’S A GRAY EVENING, CLOSE to darkness, by the time…
Chapter Six
IT’S LATE. CONOR AND SADIE and I are sitting by…
Chapter Seven
I’M SITTING ON THE DOORSTEP with a mug of tea.
Chapter Eight
HAVE YOU EVER NOTICED that the things you worry about…
Chapter Nine
“TO THE DEEP,” REPEATS Saldowr. He shifts his body slightly,…
Chapter Ten
NO TIME TO SEE MUM again. No time to say…
Chapter Eleven
DAD USED TO SAY A game of chess was war…
Chapter Twelve
THE WHALE IS LIKE AN oceangoing liner, ready to depart.
Chapter Thirteen
THERE’S LIGHT AHEAD OF US. It’s a dead, numb light,…
Chapter Fourteen
THE KRAKEN FREEZES. He’s not a shrimp anymore, or an…
Chapter Fifteen
“WE’LL HAVE TO WAIT for the whale,” I whisper at…
Chapter Sixteen
BLOOD STREAMS FROM the wounds in the whale’s side, where…
Chapter Seventeen
SALDOWR IS WAITING FOR us in the heart of the…
Chapter Eighteen
SALDOWR NEEDS TO REST, and Faro goes with him into…
Chapter Nineteen
I’M SO USED TO FARO SWIMMING alongside Conor, and Conor…
Chapter Twenty
NO ONE COMES TO OUR cove. Well, people do, of…
Chapter Twenty-One
THE BARBIE DIDN’T HAPPEN yesterday after all. By the time…
Chapter Twenty-Two
I’M ON MY WAY UP TO GRANNY Carne’s. I didn’t…
Chapter Twenty-Three
AND NOW EVERYTHING’S changed again.
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CHAPTER ONE
IT’S APRIL, AND THE SUN IS warm. I’m sitting on a rock with Faro, way out at the mouth of the cove. The water below the rock is deep enough for Faro to swim, even now when it’s low tide. I scrambled out over the jumble of black, slippery rocks to get here.
The sun glitters on the water. Everything’s so bright and alive and beautiful.
I’m back in Senara, back at our cove, back where I belong. Faro and I have been talking for ages. Not about anything special, just talking. That’s one of the best things about Faro. We start a conversation, and it flows so easily, as if we’re picking up each other’s thoughts. Sometimes we are.Faro’s tail is curled over the edge of the rock, and every so often he pushes himself off with his hands and plunges into the transparent water to refresh himself. The muscles in his arms and shoulders are very powerful, and he can pull himself up again out of the water without much effort.
Faro can’t stay out of the sea for too long. The skin of his tail, which is usually as glistening and supple as seal-skin, grows dry and dull. Faro says that if the Mer get too much sun on their skin, it cracks, and then they get sun sores that are hard to heal.
But I’m sure that he’s able to stay out of the sea longer these days. Maybe it has something to do with Faro growing older and more resilient….
My thoughts drift away. Luckily Faro’s one of those people you can be silent with too. He hauls himself up onto our rock again, dripping and glistening.
