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Five layers of wool and oilskin enclosed him.
A dirty harbor tug pushed his submarine’s bow around to the north, facing down the channel. The dock that had held his Red October for two interminable months was now a water-filled concrete box, one of the many specially built to shelter strategic missile submarines from the harsh elements. On its edge a collection of sailors and dockyard workers watched his ship sail in stolid Russian fashion, without a wave or a cheer.
La grande fuga dell’Ottobre Rosso Il capitano in prima della Marina sovietica Marko Ramius era vestito per il clima artico tipico di Pljiarnij, base sottomarina della flotta settentrionale: Un sudicio rimorchiatore stava voltando la prua del sconosxiuto sommergibile verso nord, ossia verso l’uscita del canale.
Il bacino che aveva ospitato il suo Ottobre Rosso per due interminabili mesi era ora una cella di cemento piena d’acqua, una delle tante appositamente costruite a protezione dei sottomarini strategici lanciamissili dalla crudezza delle condizioni atmosferiche. Op-Center Mirror Image Friday, 5: He looked unpleasantly at the man sitting next to sconosciutk in the passenger’s seat of tha van. Both of them have invaded Mother Russia” Pavel frowned.
Pietroburgo “Non capisco, Pavel”, disse Piotr Volodya.
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Entrambi hanno invaso la nostra Madre Russia. Rainbow Six John Clark had more time in airplanes than most licensed pilots, and he knew the statistics as well as any of them, but he still didn’t like the idea bacimi crossing the ocean on a twin-engine airliner. Four was the right number of engines, he thought, because losing one meant losing only 25 percent of the aircraft’s available power, whereas on this Unitedit meant losing half.
Maybe the presence of his wife, one daughter, and a son-in-law made him a little itchier than usual. No, that wasn’t right. He wasn’t itchy at all, not about flying anyway. No, non era teso, almeno non per il fatto di volare. The Sum of All Fears “Like the wolf on the fold” In recounting the Syrian attack on the Israeli-held Sconosxiuto Heights at local time on Saturday, the 6th October,most commentators automatically recalled Lord Byron’s sconosciufo line.
There is also a little doubt that that is precisely what the more literarily inclined Syrian commanders had in mind when they placed the final touches on the operations plans that would hurl more tanks and guns at the Israelis than any of Hitler’s vaunted panzer generals had ever dreamed of having.
Paura senza limite ” The Great Stink Where the channel snaked to the right it was no longer possible to stand upright, despite the abrupt drop in the gradient. The crown of William’s hat grazed the slimed roof as he stooped, holding his lantern before him, and the stink of excrement pressed into his nostrils. His hand was unsteady and the light shuddered and jumped in the darkness.
Rising and rushing through the narrower gully, the stream pressed the greased leather of his high boots hard against the flesh of his calves, the surge of the water muffling the clatter of hooves and iron-edged wheels above him. I liquami che confluivano impetuosi dal canale secondario gli sbattevano contro le gambe, premendo il cuoio morbido dei suoi stivali contro i polpacci.
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Lo scroscio delle acque nere attutiva il frastuono di zoccoli e ruote ferrate sopra la sua testa. Here on the Equator, in the continent which would one day be known as Africa, the battle for existence had reached a new climax of ferocity, and the victor was not yet in sight. In this barren and desiccated land, only the small or the swift or the fierce could flourish, or even hope to survive.
The man-apes of the veldt were none of these things, and they were not flourishing; indeed, they were already far down the road to racial extinction. In quella terra sterile e arida soltanto le creature piccole o fulminee o feroci potevano prosperare, o appena sperare di sopravvivere.
Odyssey Two Even in this metric age, it was still the thousand-foot telescope, not the three-hundred-meter one. The great saucer set among the mountains was already half full of shadow, as the tropical sun dropped swiftly to rest, but the triangular raft of the antenna bacixmi suspended high above its center still blazed with light.
From the ground far below, it would have taken keen bsciami to notice the two human figures in the aerial maze of girders, support cables, and wave-guides. Odissea due Anche in quest’era metrica, continuava ad essere chiamato il telescopio da mille piedi e non il telescopio da trecento metri. Odyssey Three “For a man of seventy, you’re in extremely good shape,” remarked Dr.
Glazunov, looking up from the Medcom’s final printout. Especially as I’m hundred and three – as you know perfectly well. Anyone would think you’ve never read Professor Rudenko’s book. We planned a get-together on her hundredth birthday. I was so sorry she never made it – that’s what comes of spending too much time on Earth. Come se tu non avessi letto il libro della Rudenko! Avevamo deciso di vederci in occasione del suo centesimo compleanno. Ecco che cosa succede a passare dconosciuto tempo sulla Terra.
Marco e Dida Paggi. The message from Earth had taken six hours to reach the spacetug Goliathhere beyond the orbit of Neptune; if it had arrived ten minutes later he could have answered, “Sorry – can’t I leave now – we’ve just started to deploy the sunscreen. Odissea finale Il capitano Dimitri Chandler matricola M La scusa avrebbe funzionato alla perfezione: The Sentinel The next time you see the full Moon high in the south, look carefully at its right-hand edge and let your eye travel upwards along the curve of the disc.
Round about cime o’clock, you will notice a small, dark oval: All’incirca dove la lancetta di un orologio segnerebbe le due, noterete una macchia ovale, piccola e scura: Childhood’s End Before she flew to the launch site, Helena Lyakhov always went through the same ritual. She was not the only cosmonaut who did so, though few ever talked about it.
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It was already dark when ubo left the Administration Building and walked past the pine trees, until she came to the famous statue. The Sky was crystal clear, and a brilliant full moon had just risen. Le guide del tramonto Prima di volare ujo il sito di lancio, Helena Lyakhov compiva sempre lo stesso rituale. Il cielo era terso come il cristallo e si era appena levata una luna piena sfavillante.
Con un gesto automatico, i suoi occhi si fissarono sul Mare Imbrium e i suoi ricordi tornarono alle settimane di addestramento alla Base Armstrong, meglio nota ora come Piccola Marte.
The City and the Stars Like a glowing jewel, the city lay comw the breast of the desert. Once it had known change and alteration, but now Time passed it by. Night and day fled across the comw face, but in the streets of Diaspar it was always afternoon, and darkness never bacimi.
The long winter nights might dust the desert with frost, as the last moisture left in the thin air of Earth congealed – but the city knew neither heat nor cold. It had no contact with the outer world; it was a universe itself. Men had built cities comf, but never a city such as this. Some had lasted for centuries, some for millenium, before Time had swept away even their names.
Diaspar alone had challenged Eternity, defending itself and all it sheltered against the slow attrition of the ages, the ravages of decay, and the corruption of rust.
Una volta aveva conosciuto sviluppi e trasformazioni, ma ora il Tempo scorreva senza alterarla. As the passengers filed aboard Selene, jockeying for window seats, he wondered what sort of trip it would be this time. In the rear-view mirror he could see Miss Wilkins, very smart in her blue Lunar Tourist Commission uniform, putting on her usual welcome act.
He always tried to think of her as ‘Miss Wilkins’, not Sue, when they were on duty together; it helped sconoscijto keep his mind on business. But what she thought of him, he had never really discovered.
Mentre i passeggeri salivano a bordo, tentando di accaparrarsi i posti accanto ai baciani, Pat si chiedeva come sarebbe andato stavolta il viaggio. Cercava sempre di pensare a lei come alla signorina Wilkins, e questo lo aiutava a non lasciarsi cpme e a non distrarsi dal suo lavoro. The Fountains of Paradise The crown grew heavier with each passing year. Now, twenty years later, King Kalidasa gladly relinquished the jewel-encrusted band of gold whenever court etiquette allowed.
Prelude to Space Dirk Alexson threw down his book and climbed up the short flight of stairs to the observation deck.
It was still much too soon to see land, but the journey’s approaching end had made him restless and unable to concentrate. He walked over to the narrow, curving windows set in the leading-edge of the great wing and stared down at sconosciuro featureless ocean below. There was absolutely nothing to be seen: He gazed for a while at the blank grayness beneath and then moved across to the passengers’ radar display.
Era ancora troppo presto per vedere la terra, ma l’approssimarsi della fine del viaggio lo aveva reso irrequieto e incapace di concentrarsi.
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Non c’era assolutamente nulla da vedere: Lidia Lax e Diana Georgiacodis. Rendez-vous with Rama Sooner or later, it was bound to happen. On June 30,Moscow escaped destruction by three hours and four thousand kilometers-a margin invisibly small by the Standards of the universe. On February 12,another Russian city had a still narrower escape, when the second great meteorite of the twentieth century detonated less than four hundred kilometers from Vladivostok, with an explosion rivaling that of the newly invented uranium bomb.
In those days there was nothing that men could do to protect themselves against the last random shots in the cosmic bombardment that had once scarred the face of the Moon. Incontro con Rama Prima o poi doveva succedere. The Sands of Mars “So this is the first time you’ve been upstairs?
He clasped his hands behind his neck in a nonchalant manner that did nothing to reassure his passenger. You never got it quite right in your stories all that nonsense about fainting under the acceleration. Why must people write such stuff? It’s bad for business. Nei vostri libri, infatti, non avete mai raccontato le cose come sono.
Pregiudicano gli interessi finanziari, non trovate? An Arsonist’s Guide to Writer’s Homes in New England I, Sam Pulsifer, am the man who accidentally burned down the Emily Dickinson House in Amherst, Massachusetts, and who in the process killed two people, for which I spent ten years in prison and, as letters from scholars of American literature tell me, for which I will continue to pay a high price long into the not-so-sweet hereafter.
This story is locally well known, and so I won’t go into it here. It’s probably enough to say that in the Massachusetts Mt. Rushmore of big, gruesome tragedy, there are the Kennedys, and Lizzie Borden and her ax, and the burning witches at Salem, and then there’s me.