Тень над Иннсмутом
Chapter 1
Roughandscabby,andthesidesofthenecksareallshriveledorcreasedup.Getbald,too,veryyoung.Theolderfellowslooktheworst—factis,Idon’tbelieveI’veeverseenaveryoldchapofthatkind.Guesstheymustdieoflookingintheglass!Animalshate’em—theyusedtohavelotsofhorsetroublebeforetheautoscamein.
"NobodyaroundhereorinArkhamorIpswichwillhaveanythingtodowith’em,andtheyactkindofoffishthemselveswhentheycometotownorwhenanyonetriestofishontheirgrounds.QueerhowfisharealwaysthickoffInnsmouthHarbourwhenthereain’tanyanywhereelsearound—butjusttrytofishthereyourselfandseehowthefolkschaseyouoff!Thosepeopleusedtocomehereontherailroad—walkingandtakingthetrainatRowleyafterthebranchwasdropped—butnowtheyusethatbus.
"Yes,there’sahotelinInnsmouth—calledtheGilmanHouse—butIdon’tbelieveitcanamounttomuch.Iwouldn’tadviseyoutotryit.Betterstayoverhereandtaketheteno’clockbustomorrowmorning;thenyoucangetaneveningbusthereforArkhamateighto’clock.TherewasafactoryinspectorwhostoppedattheGilmanacoupleofyearsagoandhehadalotofunpleasanthintsabouttheplace.Seemstheygetaqueercrowdthere,forthisfellowheardvoicesinotherrooms—thoughmostof’emwasempty—thatgavehimtheshivers.Itwasforeigntalkhethought,buthesaidthebadthingaboutitwasthekindofvoicethatsometimesspoke.Itsoundedsounnatural—sloppinglike,hesaid—thathedidn’tdareundressandgotosleep.Justwaitedupandlitoutthefirstthinginthemorning.Thetalkwentonmostallnight.
