- Парни, я не собирался никого обманывать, - сказал я. - Но мне казалось, что так будет лучше...
И замолчал. Это было безумие - разговаривать с теми, кто спит сейчас в марсианских песках вечным сном.
Еще долго я смотрел на красную искорку в небе, потом пошел к дому.
“I didn’t want to lie,” I said. “But I had to—at least, it seemed like I had to—”
I quit it. It was crazy, talking to guys who were dead and forty million miles away. They were dead, and it was over, and that was that. I quit looking up at the red dot in the sky, and started on home again.
But I felt as though something was over for me, too. It was being young. I didn’t feel old. But I didn’t feel young, either, and I didn’t think I ever would, not ever again.
И никому до сих пор не стыдно.