TETOVIRANI ČOVEK

Ray Bradbury


PROLOG: TETOVIRANI ČOVEK

JUŽNOAFRIČKA PUSTARA

KALEIDOSKOP

POTEZ JE NA DRUGOM

AUTOPUT

ČOVEK

VELIKA KIŠA

RAKETAŠ

VATRENI BALONI

POSLEDNJA NOĆ SVETA

IZGNANICI

NIKAKVA ODREĐENA NOĆ NITI JUTRO

LISICA I ŠUMA

POSETILAC

MEŠALICA ZA BETON

PREDUZEĆE "LUTKA"

GRAD

NULTI ČAS

RAKETA

EPILOG

TETOVIRANI ČOVEK 

EPILOG 


    EPILOG     Epilogue
    Bila je skoro ponoć. Mesec se sada uzdizao visoko na nebu. Tetovirani čovek je nepokretno ležao. Video sam šta je bilo da se vidi. Priče su bile ispričane; sa njima je bilo svršeno.     IT WAS almost midnight. The moon was high in the sky now. The Illustrated Man lay motionless. I had seen what there was to see. The stories were told; they were over and done.
    Ostalo je još samo ono prazno mesto na leđima Tetoviranog čoveka, onaj prostor sa zbrkanim bojama i oblicima. Sada, dok sam gledao, nejasna mrlja poče da se pribira, lagano se pretapajući iz jednog oblika u drugi. Najzad se tu uobliči jedno lice, lice koje se zagleda u mene sa obojenog mesa, lice sa poznatim nosem i ustima, sa poznatim očima.     There remained only that empty space upon the Illustrated Man’s back, that area of jumbled colors and shapes. Now, as I watched, the vague patch began to assemble itself, in slow dissolvings from one shape to another and still another. And at last a face formed itself there, a face that gazed out at me from the colored flesh, a face with a familiar nose and mouth, familiar eyes.
    Bilo je vaoma nejasno. Ono što sam ja video od Prikaza bilo je dovoljno da poskočim. Stajao sam na mesečini, bojeći se da se vetar ili zvezde ne pokrenu i ne probude čudovišnu galeriju kod mojih nogu. Ali on je i dalje mirno spavao.     It was very hazy. I saw only enough of the Illustration to make me leap up. I stood therein the moonlight, afraid that the wind or the stars might move and wake the monstrous gallery at my feet. But he slept on, quietly.
    Slika na njegovim leđima pokazivala je Tetoviranog čoveka lično sa prstima oko mog vrata, kako me davi. Nisam čekao da se slika izoštri, da postane jasna i određena.     The picture on his back showed the Illustrated Man himself, with his fingers about my neck, choking me to death. I didn’t wait for it to become clear and sharp and a definite picture.
    Potrčah ulicom na mesečini. Nisam se osvrtao. Ispred mene je ležao gradić, u mraku i usnuo. Znao sam da ću, mnogo pre jutra, stići do grada...     I ran down the road in the moonlight. I didn’t look back. A small town lay ahead, dark and asleep. I knew that, long before morning, I would reach the town. . . .