Boardman, Tom, Jr. (ed) - An ABC of Science Fiction / Бордман, Том (ред) - Азбука НФ [1971, epub, ENG]

A Let's Be Frank / Да здравствует Фрэнк! by Brian Aldiss B Pattern / Общий принцип by Fredric Brown C The Awakening / Пробуждение by Arthur C. Clarke D I Do Not Hear You, Sir / Я вас не слышу, сэр! by Avram Davidson E Day at the Beach / Субботний отдых на берегу моря by Carol Emshwiller F The King of the Beasts / Царь зверей by Philip José Farmer G Homey Atmosphere by Daniel F. Galouye H Mute Milton / Немой Милтон by Harry Harrison I The Conquest of the Moon by Washington Irving J In the Bag by Laurence M. Janifer K Maid to Measure / Красотка на заказ by Damon Knight L X Marks the Pedwalk by Fritz Leiber M No Moon for Me by Walter M. Miller, Jr. N Family Resemblance by Alan E. Nourse O Final Exam / Финальный экзамен by Chad Oliver P The Bitterest Pill by Frederik Pohl Q He Had a Big Heart by Frank Quattrocchi R Love Story / Любовная история by Eric Frank Russell S The Fence / Изгородь by Clifford D. Simak T Project Hush / Проект «Тсс» by William Tenn U The Finer Breed by Helen M. Urban V Harrison Bergeron / Гаррисон Бержерон by Kurt Vonnegut W Close Behind Him / Следы за спиной by John Wyndham X Three Limericks by B.T.H. Xerxes Y Thirty Days Had September / В сентябре тридцать дней by Robert F. Young Z The Great Slow Kings / Великие медленные короли by Roger Zelazny

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Based on material in Ch. 7—“First Clashes of the Wheeled and Footed Sects”—of Vol. 3 of Burger’s monumental History of Traffic, published by the Foundation for Twenty-Second Century Studies.

The raggedy little old lady with the big shopping bag was in the exact center of the crosswalk when she became aware of the big black car bearing down on her. Behind the thick bullet-proof glass its seven occupants had a misty look, like men in a diving bell. She saw there was no longer time to beat the car to either curb. Veering remorselessly, it would catch her in the gutter. Useless to attempt a feint and double-back, such as any venturesome child executed a dozen times a day. Her reflexes were too slow. Polite vacuous laughter came from the car’s loudspeaker over the engine’s mounting roar. From her fellow pedestrians lining the curbs came a sigh of horror. ...