Silverberg, Robert (ed.) - This Way to the End Times / Силверберг, Роберт (ред.) - Конец Света - там [2016, epub, ENG]

The Eternal Adam / Вечный Адам by Jules Verne and Michel Verne The Last Generation: A Story of the Future by James Elroy Flecker Finis by Frank Lillie Pollock The Coming of the Ice / Приход льдов by G. Peyton Wertenbaker N Day by R. S. Richardson Guyal of Sfere / Гвил из Сфиры by Jack Vance A Pail of Air / Ведро воздуха by Fritz Leiber Who Can Replace a Man? / Кто может заменить человека? by Brian W. Aldiss Heresies of the Huge God by Brian W. Aldiss The New Atlantis / Новая Атлантида by Ursula K. Le Guin When We Went to See the End of the World / Как мы ездили смотреть конец света by Robert Silverberg The Wind and the Rain / Ветер и дождь by Robert Silverberg The Screwfly Solution / Эффективное решение by James Tiptree, Jr. After-Images by Malcolm Edwards Daisy, in the Sun / Роза, на Солнце by Connie Willis Three Days After by Karen Haber The Rain at the End of the World / Дождь и конец света by Dale Bailey The End of the World as We Know It / Конец света, каким мы его себе представляем by Dale Bailey Final Exam by Megan Arkenberg Prayers to the Sun by a Dying Person by Alvaro Zinos-Amaro Last and First Men (excerpt) / Последние и первые люди: история близлежащего и далёкого будущего by Olaf Stapledon

NONE OF THE OTHERS WERE any help. Daisy’s brother, when she knelt beside him on the kitchen floor and said, “Do you remember when we lived at Grandma’s house, just the three of us, nobody else?” looked at her blankly over the pages of his book, his face closed and uninterested. “What is your book about?” she asked kindly. “Is it about the sun? You always used to read your books out loud to me at Grandma’s. All about the sun.” He stood up and went to the windows of the kitchen and looked out at the snow, tracing patterns on the dry window. The book, when Daisy looked at it, was about something else altogether. “It didn’t always snow like this at home, did it?” Daisy would ask her grandmother. “It couldn’t have snowed all the time, not even in Canada, could it?” It was the train this time, not the kitchen, but her grandmother went on measuring for the curtains as if she didn’t notice. “How can the trains run if it snows all the time?” Her grandmother didn’t answer her. She went on measuring the wide curved train windows with her long yellow tape measure. She wrote the measurements on little slips of paper, and they drifted from her pockets like the snow outside, without sound. . . .