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Due to the fault of the editor-in-chief in the first
At least the title was translated incorrectly
Stephen King's story "Night shift". On
in fact the name is not translated as
"Night watch", but like "Night shift". When-
I wear it to everyone, and in particular to Infarkha - from-
to the person responsible for the lit page, my apologies
nia.
Editor-in-Chief.
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(C) Stephen King
Typed Infarkh
Continued. Start at #1.
11 pm, Monday.
When Warwick entered, dressed in old
jeans and rubber boots, it was waiting for him
already about 36 people. At this moment Hall
I was just listening to the tedious chatter
Wisconsky. Harry Wisconsky was extraordinary
a fat, lazy and gloomy man.
“Okay,” Warwick began cheerfully. - Judging by
basement plan, there should be a cable with
sixty lamps. Here are the new lamps, right?
that there should be enough light.
“So, guys,” he said to the group of workers.
sneeze,sitting near large drying
skeins of oiled twine. - You will do
pumps and hoses for pumping out water, and
also with the sleeves of firefighting boots. Unwind
they will need to be carefully and no less carefully
go downstairs. Those who will work
thief with fire-fighters, I especially warn you:
be extremely careful and attentive
Be careful not to get caught in the stream
none of the people, otherwise he will have to be taken to
At worst, go to the hospital.
- Someone will definitely be mutilated, - half-
Viskonski began to whine. - Here
look.
“And you guys,” Warwick pointed to the other
a huge crowd of people, including Hall and
Wisconsky. - You will be the head today
team. Divide into pairs. For each
a couple - one electric trolley, in
whom you will export what is not in
set pump. Is there anyone who can't
use trolleys?
No one raised their hands, although from prolonged
almost fell off the trolleys
everything that could fall off except
essentials - including seats for
workers. Warwick continued:
- The entire basement must be
thoroughly cleaned by Thursday. In extreme
case, no later than Friday. Does anyone have
any questions?
There were no questions, all this time Hall
looked intently into the boss's face and
for some reason I had a feeling that in
Definitely with Warwick soon
something must happen. And not
just something, ahvery bad.
Hall liked this idea. Warwick he,
to put it mildly, I didn’t like it.
“Well, that’s great,” he finished there.
Warwick. - Then let's get started.
2 am, Tuesday.
Hall quickly grew tired of the endless pain
Mr. Wisconsky, and most of all - from his
unbearable whining. The "partner" was completely
absolutely incorrigible. It wouldn't help him,
true, even a good beating - she would become
just another reason to
once again whine to your heart's content.
Hall realized that he just had a little
got on my nerves and tried to cheer him up
himself with the thought of how he would whip Vis-
with a horse strap across his fat bare ass.
Such a terrible execution of him, probably,
I would just kill him. Despite the fact that
the teen drawn by Hall's imagination,
turned out to be quite funny, it didn't cause
he even had a weak smile because of his very
strong and unpleasant odor prevailing
around - a fetid mixture of stagnant odors -
leaking and rotting water, mold, sickening
stinking industrial waste and god
good news. At the very beginning of the corridor, at
where they were, Hollu rushed into
eyes fantastic - huge colony of pale -
toadstools growing directly from the destructive
weathered by time and dampness of concrete.
Having accidentally slipped off a rust-stuck
ranks of one of the trolley gears, which
Hall wanted to pull it off, his hand momentarily
the area touched the dense thickets of these gris-
bov. They showed upto him... warm and soft-
kimi. Their touch was like
touch by a person suffering from edema
skin.
The place in the basement where they were
now Hall and Wisconsky, had a very high
ceiling and was littered with huge glass-
many failed machines, which
gave it a resemblance to some cemetery
more ancient ships. The corps died long ago -
of old machines, like half-rotten sides
ancient ships, overgrown with yellow-green spots
lazy moss. The impression was even stronger
more noise coming from somewhere far away
mom of water flying out with great speed
from firefighting tanks.
Finally, the
rats. They were incredibly huge
simply gigantic!.. Ordinary rats - ta-
like those above - they would seem simple
dwarfs compared to these monsters!
Almost without moving, they watched as
currents of water wash away their homes - boxes,
boxes, large tin cases, heaps
paper and cardboard. Their eyes were huge
bulging and seeing almost nothing from
the fact that they lived all their lives in pitch-black
noah darkness.
- Let's stop and have a smoke, - dro-
Viskonski suggested in a prickly voice, completely
out of breath from fear.
The smoking really came in handy. Hall
leaned against the trolley and took it out of his pocket
for cigarettes, handing one to the trembling
Wisconsky's fear.
- If only I had known earlier that we were expected here -
yes, I would never give Warwick a criminalto dare me to such madness is convulsive
Wisconsky groaned as he took a drag. - This one
The work is not for MAN! But he ran into
me like crazy at that moment
when I decided to take a nap for a few minutes,
there was no work yet. He was just crazy
and I thought he would just kill me.
Hall listened to this chatter in silence, but also
I was thinking about Warwick. About Warwick... and about rats.
Thoughts about them in some terrible way
intertwined in his mind, making up a non-
divisible whole.
Apparently, the rats saw people ahead
high They seemed to relate to their appearance
Leniya is completely calm. Suddenly one of
them rose on its hind legs, like a white
ka, and, preparing for the attack, unexpectedly
darted towards Hall. Spicy
she sank her teeth into the thick one, fortunately, and
the rough leather of his left work boot. B
some insignificant fraction of a second Hall
finally realized that these monsters are not here
hundreds, and not even thousands, but much more.
He remembered what terrible diseases
carried by these creatures. Next time
moment, without thinking too long, he
with a sharp and strong blow of the right foot, he threw away
loudly squealed a rat far away
darkness.
Watching this scene with wide eyes
Viskonsky's eyes whined again, trembling
out of fear in a voice:
- I need money!.. But by God,
buddy, this job is NOT FOR HUMAN! Ka-
What terrible creatures!..
All this time he continued to fearfullylook around, tugging every second
head:
“It seems to me that they don’t understand everything.”
worse than you and me... but imagine that
it would be if we were small, but
On the contrary, they are big...
“Shut up!” he interrupted with a sharp shout.
Hall.
Wisconsky fell silent for a while and, frightened,
looking at his partner he said
only:
- Well, sorry, buddy. I just...
Several seconds passed in almost complete
silence. Suddenly a shrill sound was heard
Wisconski's squeal, finally gone
out of balance:
- Lord, what a stench it is here! I can't
so!! This job is NOT FOR HUMAN!!!
He closed his eyes and frantically shook the car.
netka, grabbing it with both hands.
Hall was just about to give him a whack
a slap in the face, but suddenly from the trolley onto
a huge black pa-
uk. Instantly stopping yelling, poor Gar-
ri froze and stared at the spider widely
eyes wide open in horror. It's been a while
how many seconds before he realized
that the spider needs to be reset. Furry scary
the piece fell on the rail with an unexpectedly loud
knocking, which plunged the already frightened
Wisconsky was left in deep shock,
thanks to which he finally fell silent.
Apparently for a long time.
“Let’s go,” Hall brought him out of his stupor.
The sooner we start, the sooner we finish.
“I hope so,” he mumbled to those who were barely listening.
Wisconski language. - I hope...
4 am, Tuesday.
Break forbreakfast.
Hall and Wisconsky, together with two or three
me with other men without any appetite
chewing their sandwiches, keeping them black from
mail indelible dirt with your hands. She's not-
it was possible to wash off completely even with the help of
yu potent drugs that are
the factory had plenty. Hall is eating, po-
looking at the boss's desk, behind the glass
Warwick gulps down the cold with gusto.
fresh sandwiches, washed down with hot coffee.
- Ray Upson doesn't want to work anymore and
went home,” Charlie’s voice was heard
Brochu.
“Can’t cope with nausea?” asked
strength someone. - I almost threw up too
first.
- No. Before he vomited, he
severely injured by a rat. Just torn to pieces
he had almost his entire right hand, until he managed to
nail.
“Come on!” Hall was surprised, looking away
from Warwick, who was gazed at closely
shaft before that.
“Yes,” Brochu nodded his head. - I was with
him in one pair and what I saw was
one of the most terrible things that has happened
I was lucky to see in life. This rat was
perhaps even more than a cat. One
with a leap she tightly grabbed his hand
teeth and claws and frantically accepted
I tried to tear the meat so that only shreds
flew. Ray squealed like a woman and I didn't
I condemn him for this. Not even - he squealed
like a pig being slaughtered. And you think
did this thing get unstuck from him? No guys!
I had to warm her up three or four times
healthy board,before it was possible to
get it from Ray. The guy is almost crazy
walked. He grabbed the board from me and pounded it
on the rat until it turns
dissolved into bloody shreds of wool. Warwick ne-
bandaged his hand and sent him home, on advice
I went to see a doctor first thing in the morning.
“Bastard!” someone’s voice was heard.
Pretends to be kind.
Warwick, as if having heard what was said,
drank coffee, stretched and left the office
out.
- It's time to get to work, guys.
7 am, Tuesday.
Hall and Wisconsky rose outside
bring it in Looking at this funny fat man,
Hall was surprised to find himself thinking about
that they are starting to look alike
at each other. Similar somehow strangely and
almost completely elusive. Wisconsky, sad
the one trailing behind was comically dirty. His
the fat face was grimy - just like
boys who had a good time in
street brawl.
People walked in a gloomy, silent crowd. Not
even the usual for such a moment could be heard
and rude jokes like the one who warmed
today Tony's wife, while her hubby is good-
conscientiously extracted dollars for the family budget-
zhet. Nothing was heard at all except
the tired tramp of dozens of feet. Time from
time someone spat in disgust
on an already terribly dirty floor.
- Do you want me to give you a ride home? - Nere-
Wiskonski asked Hall shyly.
- Thank you.
During the entire time they were traveling, they did not
not a single word changed.They just threw it
"Bye" to each other as Hall came out
cars.
At home, Hall immediately went to the shower, that's it
still thinking about Warwick and trying to understand
why do thoughts about this person haunt
him so intrusively and even almost constantly.
Hall was so exhausted that he fell asleep
immediately, as soon as he touched his head
darlings, but my sleep was very bad and restless -
nom: he dreamed of rats.
To be continued...
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