Margulies, Leo (ed) - My Best Science Fiction Story / Моргулес, Лео (ред) - Мой лучший НФ рассказ [1950, EPUB, ENG]

Robot AL 76 Goes Astray / Робот ЭЛ-76 попадает не туда short story by Isaac Asimov Grief of Bagdad / Горе Багдада short story by Arthur K. Barnes The Teacher from Mars / Учитель с Марса short story by Otto Binder (as by Eando Binder) Almost Human / Почти человек short story by Robert Bloch Zero Hour / Урочный час short story by Ray Bradbury Nothing Sirius / Сириус-понарошку short story by Fredric Brown Blindness / Слепота short story by John W. Campbell, Jr. Visiting Yokel short story by Cleve Cartmill The Hibited Man short story by L. Sprague de Camp The Thing in the Pond short story by Paul Ernst Wanderer of Time short story by John Russell Fearn The Inn Outside the World / Гостиница вне нашего мира short story by Edmond Hamilton The Professor Was a Thief novelette by L. Ron Hubbard Don't Look Now / Только не смотрите short story by Henry Kuttner The Green Hills of Earth / Зелёные холмы Земли short story by Robert A. Heinlein The Lost Race short story by Murray Leinster The House of Rising Winds / Дом урагана short story by Frank Belknap Long The Carriers short story by Sam Merwin, Jr. Dr. Grimshaw's Sanitarium short story by Fletcher Pratt The Uncharted Isle / Неведомый остров short story by Clark Ashton Smith Thunder and Roses / Громы и розы novelette by Theodore Sturgeon The Ultimate Catalyst novelette by John Taine Project Spaceship (= The Problem Professor) / Проблемный профессор novelette by A. E. van Vogt Space Station No. 1 short story by Manly Wade Wellman Star Bright / Звездный свет novelette by Jack Williamson

JIMMY MARLOWE sat on a stump in the wild wood, sobbing and digging his knuckles into his eyes. The thing that had happened to him was horrible. He was old enough to realize what murder meant and how close he had come to being the victim of a murderer. When Jimmy shut his eyes tight he was back in the cellar again. He could smell the dampness and the earth mold, and the vinegar-tartness of the cider vats. He could see the old carpets stacked against the coal bin, tightly rolled and swarming with silverfish. And he could see the dim shadowy trunk, looming out of the darkness overhead, and just the cuffs of his uncle’s trousers. Then came a hoarse grunt and the trunk descending, careening down the cellar stairs straight toward him... . . .