Guran, Paula (ed) - Ex Libris / Гуран, Пола (ред) - Из книг [2017, EPUB, ENG]

In the House of the Seven Librarians novelette by Ellen Klages The Books / Книги short story by Kage Baker Death and the Librarian short story by Esther M. Friesner In Libres short story by Elizabeth Bear The King of the Big Night Hours short story by Richard Bowes Those Who Watch short story by Ruthanna Emrys Special Collections novelette by Norman Partridge Exchange / Обмен short story by Ray Bradbury Paper Cuts Scissors novelette by Holly Black Summer Reading short story by Ken Liu Magic for Beginners / Магия для начинающих novella by Kelly Link The Inheritance of Barnabas Wilcox short story by Sarah Monette The Midbury Lake Incident short story by Kristine Kathryn Rusch With Tales in Their Teeth, from the Mountain They Came short story by A. C. Wise What Books Survive short story by Tansy Rayner Roberts The Librarian's Dilemma short story by E. Saxey The Green Book short story by Amal El-Mohtar In the Stacks / В книгохранилище novelette by Scott Lynch A Woman's Best Friend short story by Robert Reed If on a Winter's Night a Traveler short story by Xia Jia The Sigma Structure Symphony novelette by Gregory Benford The Fort Moxie Branch short story by Jack McDevitt The Last Librarian: or A Short Account of the End of the World short story by Edoardo Albert

There were too many cards in the file, too many books on the shelves, too many children laughing in the children’s room, too many newspapers to fold and stash on the racks . . . All in all, too much. Miss Adams pushed her gray hair back over her lined brow, adjusted her gold-rimmed pince-nez, and rang the small silver bell on the library desk, at the same time switching off and on all the lights. The exodus of adults and children was exhausting. Miss Ingraham, the assistant librarian, had gone home early because her father was sick, so it left the burden of stamping, filing, and checking books squarely on Miss Adams’ shoulders. Finally the last book was stamped, the last child fed through the great brass doors, the doors locked, and with immense weariness, Miss Adams moved back up through a silence of forty years of books and being keeper of the books, stood for a long moment by the main desk. . . .