Hartwell, David G. (ed) - The Dark Descent / Хартвелл, Дэвид (ред) - Родословная тьмы [1997, EPUB, ENG]

The Reach / Протока short story by Stephen King Evening Primrose / Вечерняя примула short story by John Collier The Ash-Tree / Ясень short story by M. R. James The New Mother / Новая мать short story by Lucy Clifford There's a Long, Long Trail A-Winding / Длинной-длинной тропинкой в лесу novelette by Russell Kirk The Call of Cthulhu / Зов Ктулху novelette by H. P. Lovecraft The Summer People / Летние люди short story by Shirley Jackson The Whimper of Whipped Dogs / Визг побитой собаки short story by Harlan Ellison Young Goodman Brown / Молодой Браун short story by Nathaniel Hawthorne Mr. Justice Harbottle / Судья Харботтл novelette by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu The Crowd / Толпа short story by Ray Bradbury The Autopsy / Вскрытие novella by Michael Shea John Charrington's Wedding / Роковой обет short story by E. Nesbit Sticks / Палки novelette by Karl Edward Wagner Larger Than Oneself / Что-то большее by Robert Aickman Belsen Express / Экспресс «Берген-Бельзен» short story by Fritz Leiber Yours Truly, Jack the Ripper / Ваш друг Джек Потрошитель short story by Robert Bloch If Damon Comes / Если Дэймон найдет тебя short story by Charles L. Grant Vandy, Vandy / Вэнди, Вэнди short story by Manly Wade Wellman The Swords / Кинжалы novelette by Robert Aickman The Roaches / Насекомые short story by Thomas M. Disch Bright Segment / Яркий промежуток novelette by Theodore Sturgeon Dread / Страх novelette by Clive Barker The Fall of the House of Usher / Падение дома Ашеров novelette by Edgar Allan Poe The Monkey / Обезьяна novelette by Stephen King Within the Walls of Tyre / В стенах Тира novelette by Michael Bishop The Rats in the Walls / Крысы в стенах novelette by H. P. Lovecraft Schalken the Painter / Живописец Шалкен novelette by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu The Yellow Wallpaper / Жёлтые обои short story by Charlotte Perkins Gilman A Rose for Emily / Роза для Эмили short story by William Faulkner How Love Came to Professor Guildea / Как к профессору Гилдеа пришла любовь novella by Robert Hichens Born of Man and Woman / Рождённый мужчиной и женщиной short story by Richard Matheson My Dear Emily / Моя дорогая Эмили short story by Joanna Russ You Can Go Now / Теперь можешь уходить short story by Dennis Etchison The Rocking-Horse Winner / Победитель на деревянной лошадке short story by D. H. Lawrence Three Days / Три дня novelette by Tanith Lee Good Country People / Соль земли short fiction by Flannery O'Connor Mackintosh Willy / Уилли Макинтош short story by Ramsey Campbell The Jolly Corner / Весёлый уголок novelette by Henry James Smoke Ghost / Дымный призрак short story by Fritz Leiber Seven American Nights novella by Gene Wolfe The Signalman / Сигнальщик short story by Charles Dickens Crouch End / Крауч-Энд novelette by Stephen King Night-Side / Ночная сторона novelette by Joyce Carol Oates Seaton's Aunt / Тётушка Ситона novelette by Walter de la Mare Clara Militch / После смерти (Клара Милич) novelette by Ivan Turgenev The Repairer of Reputations / Реставратор репутаций novelette by Robert W. Chambers The Beckoning Fair One novella by Oliver Onions What Was It? / Что это было? short story by Fitz-James O'Brien The Beautiful Stranger short story by Shirley Jackson The Damned Thing / Проклятая тварь short story by Ambrose Bierce Afterward / Запоздалое понимание novelette by Edith Wharton The Willows / Ивы novella by Algernon Blackwood The Asian Shore / Азиатский берег novelette by Thomas M. Disch The Hospice / Приют novelette by Robert Aickman A Little Something for Us Tempunauts / Скромная награда хрононавтам novelette by Philip K. Dick

The Allisons’ country cottage, seven miles from the nearest town, was set prettily on a hill; from three sides it looked down on soft trees and grass that seldom, even at midsummer, lay still and dry. On the fourth side was the lake, which touched against the wooden pier the Allisons had to keep repairing, and which looked equally well from the Allisons’ front porch, their side porch or any spot on the wooden staircase leading from the porch down to the water. Although the Allisons loved their summer cottage, looked forward to arriving in the early summer and hated to leave in the fall, they had not troubled themselves to put in any improvements, regarding the cottage itself and the lake as improvement enough for the life left to them. The cottage had no heat, no running water except the precarious supply from the backyard pump and no electricity. For seventeen summers, Janet Allison had cooked on a kerosene stove, heating all their water; Robert Allison had brought buckets full of water daily from the pump and read his paper by kerosene light in the evenings and they had both, sanitary city people, become stolid and matter-of-fact about their back house. In the first two years they had gone through all the standard vaudeville and magazine jokes about backhouses and by now, when they no longer had frequent guests to impress, they had subsided to a comfortable security which made the backhouse, as well as the pump and the kerosene, an indefinable asset to their summer life. In themselves, the Allisons were ordinary people. Mrs. Allison was fifty-eight years old and Mr. Allison sixty; they had seen their children outgrow the summer cottage and go on to families of their own and seashore resorts; their friends were either dead or settled in comfortable year-round houses, their nieces and nephews vague. In the winter they told one another they could stand their New York apartment while waiting for the summer; in the summer they told one another that the winter was well worth while, waiting to get to the country. Since they were old enough not to be ashamed of regular habits, the Allisons invariably left their summer cottage the Tuesday after Labor Day, and were as invariably sorry when the months of September and early October turned out to be pleasant and almost insufferably barren in the city; each year they recognized that there was nothing to bring them back to New York, but it was not until this year that they overcame their traditional inertia enough to decide to stay at the cottage after Labor Day. . . .