Campbell, John W. (ed.) - The Astounding Science Fiction Anthology / Кэмпбелл, Джон (ред.) - Антология фантастики из журнала "Astounding" [1952, EPUB, ENG]

Blowups Happen / Взрыв всегда возможен novelette by Robert A. Heinlein Hindsight / Взгляд в прошлое short story by Jack Williamson Vault of the Beast / Усыпальница зверя novelette by A. E. van Vogt The Exalted / Медведь в колледже novelette by L. Sprague de Camp Nightfall / Приход ночи novelette by Isaac Asimov When the Bough Breaks / Когда рубится сук novelette by Henry Kuttner and C. L. Moore Clash by Night / Ночная битва novella by Henry Kuttner and C. L. Moore Invariant / Инвариантный short story by John R. Pierce First Contact / Первый контакт novelette by Murray Leinster Meihem in ce Klasrum essay by Dolton Edwards Hobbyist / Коллекционер novelette by Eric Frank Russell E for Effort / Попытка novelette by T. L. Sherred Child's Play / Игра для детей novelette by William Tenn Thunder and Roses / Громы и розы novelette by Theodore Sturgeon Late Night Final / Конец долгой ночи novelette by Eric Frank Russell Cold War short story by Kris Neville Eternity Lost / Утраченная вечность novelette by Clifford D. Simak The Witches of Karres / Ведьмы Карреса novelette by James H. Schmitz Over the Top short story by Lester del Rey Meteor short story by William T. Powers Last Enemy novella by H. Beam Piper Historical Note short story by Murray Leinster Protected Species short story by H. B. Fyfe

THE SKY WAS LOUSY WITH STARS—NASTY LITTLE PINPOINTS OF COLD HOSTILITY that had neither the remoteness of space nor the friendly warmth of Earth. They didn’t twinkle honestly, but tittered and snickered down. And there wasn’t even one moon. Dave Mannen knew better, but his eyes looked for the low scudding forms of Deimos and Phobos because of all the romanticists who’d written of them. They were up there, all right, but only cold rocks, too small to see. Rocks in the sky, and rocks in his head—not to mention the lump on the back of his skull. He ran tense fingers over his wiry black hair until he found the swelling, and winced. With better luck, he’d have had every inch of his three-foot body mashed to jelly, instead of that, though. Blast Mars! . . .