Atwood, Margaret / Этвуд, Маргарет - Собрание сочинений (388 произведений) [1998-2023, fb2/epub, ENG]

The Edible Woman / Лакомый кусочек 2010, epub (retail), ISBN: 978-1-55199-495-6, Emblem Surfacing / Постижение 2010, epub (retail), ISBN: 978-1-55199-493-2, Emblem Lady Oracle / Мадам Оракул 2010, epub (retail), ISBN: 978-1-55199-491-8, Emblem Life Before Man / Мужчина и женщина в эпоху динозавров 2010, epub (retail), ISBN: 978-1-55199-492-5, Emblem Bodily Harm / Телесные повреждения 2010, epub (retail), ISBN: 978-1-55199-488-8, Emblem Cat's Eye 2011, epub (retail), ISBN: 978-0-307-79796-4, Anchor Books The Robber Bride 2010, epub (retail), ISBN: 978-1-55199-497-0, Emblem Alias Grace / ...Она же Грейс 2010, epub (retail), ISBN: 978-1-55199-486-4, Emblem The Blind Assassin / Слепой убийца 2007, epub (retail), ISBN: 978-0-307-42817-2, Anchor Books The Penelopiad / Пенелопиада 2008, epub (retail), ISBN: 978-1-84767-358-9, Canongate Books The Heart Goes Last 2015, epub (retail), ISBN: 978-0-385-54036-0, Nan A. Talese/Doubleday Hag-Seed / Ведьмино отродье 2016, epub (retail), ISBN: 978-0-8041-4130-7, Hogarth

The Circle Game 1998, epub, ISBN: 0-88784-629-7, House of Anansi Press (poems) Power Politics 2005, epub, ISBN: 0-88784-579-7, House of Anansi Press (poems) Dancing Girls and Other Stories 2010, epub (retail), ISBN: 978-1-55199-490-1, Emblem Bluebeard's Egg 2010, epub (retail), ISBN: 978-1-55199-487-1, Emblem Murder in the Dark 2010, epub (retail), ISBN: 978-1-55199-553-3, New Canadian library Selected Poems II: 1976 - 1986 2012, epub (retail), ISBN: 978-0-544-14701-0, Mariner Books Wilderness Tips 2010, epub (retail), ISBN: 978-1-55199-498-7, Emblem Good Bones 2010, epub (retail), ISBN: 978-1-55199-550-2, New Canadian Library Good Bones and Simple Murders 2010, epub (retail), ISBN: 978-1-55199-551-9, McClelland & Stewart Moral Disorder 2010, epub (retail), ISBN: 978-1-55199-552-6, Emblem The Tent 2010, epub (retail), ISBN: 978-1-55199-556-4, McClelland & Stewart Stone Mattress / Каменная подстилка 2014, epub (retail), ISBN: 978-0-7710-0682-1, McClelland & Stewart Dearly: New Poems 2020, epub (retail), ISBN: 978-0-06-303251-4, Ecco Old Babes in the Wood 2023, epub (retail), ISBN: 978-0-3855-4908-0, Doubleday

The Creeping Hand 2009, fb2 Time Capsule Found on the Dead Planet 2009, fb2 Headlife 2012, fb2 I'm Starved for You 2012, epub, ISBN: 978-1614520252, Byliner Inc. The Eye of Heaven 2015, fb2

On Writers and Writing (= Negotiating with the Dead: A Writer on Writing) 2014, epub (retail), ISBN: 978-0-7710-0688-3, Emblem Payback: Debt and the Shadow Side of Wealth / История долгов наших 2014, epub (retail), ISBN: 978-0-88784-872-8, House of Anansi Press In Other Worlds: SF and the Human Imagination 2011, epub (retail), ISBN: 978-0-385-53397-3, Anchor Books Burning Questions: Essays and Occasional Pieces, 2004-2021 2022, epub (retail), ISBN: 978-0-771-09641-9, Penguin Random House

WE SLEPT IN what had once been the gymnasium. The floor was of varnished wood, with stripes and circles painted on it, for the games that were formerly played there; the hoops for the basketball nets were still in place, though the nets were gone. A balcony ran around the room, for the spectators, and I thought I could smell, faintly like an afterimage, the pungent scent of sweat, shot through with the sweet taint of chewing gum and perfume from the watching girls, felt-skirted as I knew from pictures, later in mini-skirts, then pants, then in one earring, spiky green-streaked hair. Dances would have been held there; the music lingered, a palimpsest of unheard sound, style upon style, an undercurrent of drums, a forlorn wail, garlands made of tissue-paper flowers, cardboard devils, a revolving ball of mirrors, powdering the dancers with a snow of light. There was old sex in the room and loneliness, and expectation, of something without a shape or name. I remember that yearning, for something that was always about to happen and was never the same as the hands that were on us there and then, in the small of the back, or out back, in the parking lot, or in the television room with the sound turned down and only the pictures flickering over lifting flesh. We yearned for the future. How did we learn it, that talent for insatiability? It was in the air; and it was still in the air, an afterthought, as we tried to sleep, in the army cots that had been set up in rows, with spaces between so we could not talk. We had flannelette sheets, like children’s, and army-issue blankets, old ones that still said U.S. We folded our clothes neatly and laid them on the stools at the ends of the beds. The lights were turned down but not out. Aunt Sara and Aunt Elizabeth patrolled; they had electric cattle prods slung on thongs from their leather belts. No guns though, even they could not be trusted with guns. Guns were for the guards, specially picked from the Angels. The guards weren’t allowed inside the building except when called, and we weren’t allowed out, except for our walks, twice daily, two by two around the football field which was enclosed now by a chain-link fence topped with barbed wire. The Angels stood outside it with their backs to us. They were objects of fear to us, but of something else as well. If only they would look. If only we could talk to them. Something could be exchanged, we thought, some deal made, some trade-off, we still had our bodies. That was our fantasy. . . .

Only dead people are allowed to have statues, but I have been given one while still alive. Already I am petrified. This statue was a small token of appreciation for my many contributions, said the citation, which was read out by Aunt Vidala. She’d been assigned the task by our superiors, and was far from appreciative. I thanked her with as much modesty as I could summon, then pulled the rope that released the cloth drape shrouding me; it billowed to the ground, and there I stood. We don’t do cheering here at Ardua Hall, but there was some discreet clapping. I inclined my head in a nod. My statue is larger than life, as statues tend to be, and shows me as younger, slimmer, and in better shape than I’ve been for some time. I am standing straight, shoulders back, my lips curved into a firm but benevolent smile. My eyes are fixed on some cosmic point of reference understood to represent my idealism, my unflinching commitment to duty, my determination to move forward despite all obstacles. Not that anything in the sky would be visible to my statue, placed as it is in a morose cluster of trees and shrubs beside the footpath running in front of Ardua Hall. We Aunts must not be too presumptuous, even in stone. Clutching my left hand is a girl of seven or eight, gazing up at me with trusting eyes. My right hand rests on the head of a woman crouched at my side, her hair veiled, her eyes upturned in an expression that could be read as either craven or grateful—one of our Handmaids—and behind me is one of my Pearl Girls, ready to set out on her missionary work. Hanging from a belt around my waist is my Taser. This weapon reminds me of my failings: had I been more effective, I would not have needed such an implement. The persuasion in my voice would have been enough. . . .

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