Унесенные ветром

Chapter 24

           Yethereshewasexposedtothesuninabroken-downwagonwithabroken-downhorse,dirty,sweaty,hungry,helplesstodoanythingbutplodalongatasnail’spacethroughadesertedland.Whatafewshortweeksithadbeensinceshewassafeandsecure!WhatalittlewhilesincesheandeveryoneelsehadthoughtthatAtlantacouldneverfall,thatGeorgiacouldneverbeinvaded.Butthesmallcloudwhichappearedinthenorthwestfourmonthsagohadblownupintoamightystormandthenintoascreamingtornado,sweepingawayherworld,whirlingheroutofhershelteredlife,anddroppingherdowninthemidstofthisstill,haunteddesolation.

           WasTarastillstanding?OrwasTaraalsogonewiththewindwhichhadsweptthroughGeorgia?

           Shelaidthewhiponthetiredhorse’sbackandtriedtourgehimonwhilethewagglingwheelsrockedthemdrunkenlyfromsidetoside.

           Therewasdeathintheair.Intheraysofthelateafternoonsun,everywell-rememberedfieldandforestgrovewasgreenandstill,withanunearthlyquietthatstruckterrortoScarlett’sheart.Everyempty,shell-pittedhousetheyhadpassedthatday,everygauntchimneystandingsentineloversmoke-blackenedruins,hadfrightenedhermore.Theyhadnotseenalivinghumanbeingoranimalsincethenightbefore.Deadmenanddeadhorses,yes,anddeadmules,lyingbytheroad,swollen,coveredwithflies,butnothingalive.Nofar-offcattlelowed,nobirdssang,nowindwavedthetrees.Onlythetiredplop-plopofthehorse’sfeetandtheweakwailingofMelanie’sbabybrokethestillness.

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