Richard Mayhew is a young man with a good heart and an ordinary life, which is changed forever when he stops to help a girl he finds bleeding on a London sidewalk. His small act of kindness propels him into a world he never dreamed existed. There are people who fall through the cracks, and Richard has become one of them. And he must learn to survive in this city of shadows and darkness, monsters and saints, murderers and angels, if he is ever to return to the London that he knew.
Авторы: Нил Гейман, Terry Pratchett & Neil Gaiman, Mike Carey, Glenn Fabry
The night before he went to London, Richard Mayhew was not enjoying himself.
He had begun the evening by enjoying himself: he had enjoyed reading the good-bye cards, and receiving the hugs from several not entirely unattractive young ladies of his acquaintance; he had enjoyed the warnings about the evils and dangers of London, and the gift of the white umbrella with the map of the London Underground on it that his friends had chipped in money to buy; he had enjoyed the first few pints of ale; but then, with each successive pint he found that he was enjoying himself significantly less; until now he was sitting and shivering on the sidewalk outside the pub in a small Scottish town, weighing the relative merits of being sick and not being sick, and not enjoying himself at all.
Inside the pub, Richard’s friends continued to celebrate his forthcoming departure with an enthusiasm that, to Richard, was beginning to border on the sinister. He sat on the sidewalk and held on tightly to the rolled-up umbrella, and wondered whether going south to London was really a good idea.
«You want to keep a eye out,» said a cracked old voice. «They’ll be moving you on before you can say Jack Robinson. Or taking you in, I wouldn’t be surprised.» Two sharp eyes stared out from a beaky, grimy face. «You all right?»
«Yes, thank you,» said Richard. He was a fresh-faced, boyish young man, with dark, slightly curly hair and large hazel eyes; he had a rumpled, just-woken-up look to him, which made him more attractive to the opposite sex than he would ever understand or believe.
The grimy face softened. «Here, poor thing,» she said, and pushed a fifty-pence piece into Richard’s hand. » ‘Ow long you been on the streets, then?»
«I’m not homeless,» explained Richard, embarrassed, attempting to give the old woman her coin back. «Please—take your money. I’m fine. I just came out here to get some air. I go to London tomorrow,» he added.
She peered down at him suspiciously, then took back her fifty pence and made it vanish beneath the layers of coats and shawls in which she was enveloped. «I’ve been to London,» she confided. «I was married in London. But he was a bad lot. Me mam told me not to go marrying outside, but I was young and beautiful, although you’d never credit it today, and I followed my heart.»
«I’m sure you did,» said Richard. The conviction that he was about to be sick was starting, slowly, to fade.
«Fat lot of good it done me. I been homeless, so I know what it’s like,» said the old woman. «That’s why I thought you was. What you going to London for?»
«I’ve got a job,» he told her proudly.
«Doing what?» she asked.
«Um, Securities,» said Richard.
«I was a dancer,» said the old woman, and she tottered awkwardly around the sidewalk, humming tunelessly to herself. Then she teetered from side to side like a spinning top coming to rest, and finally she stopped, facing Richard. «Hold out your hand,» she told him, «and I’ll tell yer fortune.» He did as he was told. She put her old hand into his, and held it tightly, and then she blinked a few times, like an owl who had swallowed a mouse that was beginning to disagree with it. «You got a long way to go . . . » she said, puzzled.
«London,» Richard told her.
«Not
