A promise made twenty-eight years ago calls seven adults to reunite in Derry, Maine, where as teenagers they battled an evil creature that preyed on the city’s children. Unsure that their Losers Club had vanquished the creature all those years ago, the seven had vowed to return to Derry if IT should ever reappear. Now, children are being murdered again and their repressed memories of that summer return as they prepare to do battle with the monster lurking in Derry’s sewers once more.
Авторы: King Stephen Edwin
He had raced to beat the devil that day, oh yeah, for sure, don’t you just know it. Some devil with eyes as shiny as old deadly coins. Some hairy old devil with a mouthful of bloody teeth. But all that had come later. If Silver had saved Richie’s life and his own that day, then perhaps he had saved Eddie Kaspbrak’s on the day Bill and Eddie met Ben by the kicked-apart remains of their dam in the Barrens. Henry Bowers — who looked a little bit like someone had run him through a Disposall — had mashed Eddie’s nose and then Eddie’s asthma had come on strong and few aspirator turned up empty. So it had been Silver that day too, Silver to the rescue.
Bill Denbrough, who hasn’t been on a bicycle in almost seventeen years, looks out the window of an airplane that would not have been credited — or even imagined, outside of a science-fiction magazine — in the year 1958. Hi-yo Silver, AWAYYY! he thinks, and has to close his eyes against the sudden needling sting of tears.
What happened to Silver? He can’t remember. That pan of the set is still dark; that klieg has yet to be turned on. Perhaps that is just as well. Perhaps that is a mercy.
Hi –yo.
Hi –yo Silver.
Hi –yo Silver.
2
‘AWAYYY!’ he shouted. The wind tore the words back over his shoulder like a fluttering crepe streamer. They came out big and strong, those words, in a triumphant roar. They were the only ones that ever did.
He pedaled down Kansas Street toward town, gaining speed slowly at first. Silver rolled once he got going, but getting going was a job and a half. Watching the gray bike pick up speed was a little like watching a big plane roll down the runway. At first you couldn’t believe such a huge waddling gadget could ever actually leave the earth — the idea was absurd. But then you could see its shadow beneath it, and before you even had time to wonder if it was a mirage, the shadow was trailing out long behind it and the plane was up, cutting its way through the air, as sleek and graceful as a dream in a satisfied mind.
Silver was like that.
Bill got a little downhill stretch and began to pedal faster, his legs pumping up and down as he stood forward over the bike’s fork. He had learned very quickly — after being bashed a couple of times by that fork in the worst place a boy can be bashed — to yank his underpants up as high as he could before mounting Silver. Later that summer, observing this process, Richie would say, Bill does that because he thinks he might like to have some kids that live someday. It seems like a bad idea to me, but hey! they might always take after his wife, right?
He and Eddie had lowered the seat as far as it would go, an d it now bumped and scraped against the small of his back as he worked the pedals. A woman digging weeds in her flower-garden shaded her eyes to watch him pass. She smiled a little. The boy on the huge bike reminded her of a monkey she had once seen riding a unicycle in the Barnum & Bailey Circus. He’s apt to kill himself, though, she thought, turning back to her garden. That bike is too big for him. It was none of her problem,
