Vladimir Pozner narrates a story - The Bees (fragment) by Laline Paull | Текст песни

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«Sisters stood densely packed and silent, their battle glands flaring and weapons at the ready. The smell of fear trickled up here and there, but every sister pointed her antennae forward and none gave way to it. Flora waited in the vanguard as the Thistle pumped out wave after wave of war scent, but the orchard was silent.

The bees waited. Murmurs began. Perhaps the wasps had gone. Wings were crushed, the heat was rising, and a tide of irritation seeped through the crowd. And then — a wave of acid air rushed in and every sister’s feet felt the heavy alien vibration as a great wasp settled on the landing board. There was the sound of a hard scuffle and then a loud crack. A Thistle guard screamed, then another. Standing right at the front, Flora saw it all.

The wasp was a huge female with bands of acid yellow and glossy black. Her head was as large as three sisters’ and she used her slashing claws to catch the guards one by one, killing each one with a snap of her heavy jaws. Then she flattened her long antennae, crouched down and peered inside the hive.

Spasms of fear shot through all the bees at the sight of her glittering malevolent eyes, but not one of them moved. Flora stared back at the wasp and felt her dagger slide out. The wasp smiled at her.»

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