Sheckley "The Smell of Thought" analysis. Sheckley "The Smell of Thought" Analysis The Ordinary Fate of an Unusual Person
Postman Cleevy arrives on the planet Z-M-22 and lives there for several days. The planet is inhabited by unusual animals that catch the smell of thoughts. Cleevy is trying to figure out this principle in order to control the animals. He does it somehow. But nature still comes out victorious.
What the story teaches
The story teaches that not everything in the world is subject to reason.
Leroy Cleavy is the driver of Post Office 243. He was carrying mail cargo in a spaceship. The ship was out of order. Leroy Cleevy managed to fly to the oxygen planet Z-M-22. Then the ship exploded. When Cleevy woke up, he saw a squirrel with green fur without eyes and ears. This squirrel was attacked by a similar wolf and ate it. Cleevy passed out again.
In the evening he woke up and saw a greenish-black panther in front of him. He began to think about her and she began to approach him, when Cleevy was not thinking about the panther, she did not rush to him. This animal was also without eyes and ears. Then Cleevy thought he was a female panther. A male appeared in front of him. He purred in front of Cleevy and ran away. Cleevy guessed that animals come to the smell of thoughts. And each creature emits its own scent.
Cleevy wondered how he could hide and wait for the rescuers before the wolves surrounded him. Immediately, wolves and a panther appeared in front of him. They attacked Cleevy and surrounded him. One wolf pounced on Cleevy, and he imagined himself a writhing snake. But the body gave out Cleevy, he ran away from the wolves out of fear. He imagined himself a bird and seemed to fly up into the sky and began to circle over the animals. The predators jumped up, trying to catch Cleevy. And he backed away to get away from them. Another day passed. The rescuers did not arrive.
If they hesitate too long, the panther ... thought Cleevy, and the panther appeared beside him. Better deal with wolves ... thought Cleevy. Wolves appeared near him. Then Cleevy imagined himself as a bush, which led to the bewilderment of the animals.
Soon a woodpecker sat down on the bush and began to peck at Cleevy's neck, he grabbed the bird and threw it at the panther. Then Cleevy thought he was a corpse now. The beasts fled from the Cleevy corpse. A vulture has arrived. Then Cleevy wished to have at least a torch to scare him away. And he was like a torch, he began to spray fire everywhere. The fire started. But suddenly Cleevy was doused with water. It started raining heavily and extinguished the fire. He woke up already on the rescue ship. The Postmaster stood before him.
You were on the verge of death, ”he said. “You were standing in the middle of the most ferocious steppe fire. Wait ... how did it happen that you don't have any burns?
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SMELL OF THOUGHT
Translated from English by N. Evdokimova
Leroy Cleavy really got into trouble as he guided Mail 243 through the undeveloped star cluster of the Prophet. Leroy had already been depressed by the usual difficulties of an interstellar postman: an old ship, ulcerated pipes, unaligned astronavigation instruments. But now, as he read the course, he noticed that the ship was getting unbearably hot.
He sighed despondently, turned on the cooling system, and contacted the Postmaster of the Base. The conversation was being conducted at a critical radio range, and the Postmaster's voice could hardly be heard through the ocean of static discharges.
“Trouble again, Cleevy? - Asked the Postmaster in the ominous voice of a man who himself draws up schedules and religiously believes in them.
“How can I tell you,” Cleevy said ironically. - Apart from pipes, devices and wiring, everything is fine, except for the insulation and cooling.
“Indeed, a shame,” said the Postmaster, suddenly filled with sympathy. - I can imagine how you feel there.
Cleevy turned the cooling regulator all the way, wiping off the sweat from his eyes, and thought that the Postmaster only seemed to know how his subordinate felt right now.
- Am I not petitioning the government for new ships over and over again? The postmaster laughed sadly. “They seem to think that mail can be delivered using any basket.
Cleevy was not interested in the Postmaster's concerns at this moment. The cooling unit was operating at full capacity, and the ship continued to overheat.
“Stay close to the receiver,” Cleevy said. He made his way to the tail end of the ship, which seemed to be emitting heat, and found that the three tanks were filled not with fuel, but with bubbling white-hot slag. The fourth was undergoing the same metamorphosis before our eyes.
Cleevy stared blankly at the tanks for a moment, then rushed to the radio.
“There’s no fuel left,” he said. - In my opinion, there was a catalytic reaction. I told you that new tanks are needed. Sitting on the first oxygen planet I come across.
He grabbed the Emergency Guide and flipped through the section on the Prophet's Cluster. There were no colonies in this group of stars, and it was proposed to look for further details on the map on which the oxygen worlds were plotted. What they are rich in, in addition to oxygen, no one knows. Cleevy hoped to find out if the ship didn't fall apart soon.
“I'll try ZM 22,” he bellowed through the growing discharges.
“Keep a good eye on the mail,” the Postmaster shouted in a drawn-out reply. “I'll dispatch the ship at once.
Cleevy said what he would do with the mail — all twenty pounds of mail. However, by that time the Postmaster had already stopped accepting.
Cleevy landed successfully on ZM 22, exceptionally well, considering that it was impossible to touch the red-hot devices, the pipes that were softened from overheating twisted into a knot, and the mail bag on his back impeded movement. Postman 243 swam into the atmosphere like a swan, but at a height of twenty feet from the surface, he gave up the fight and fell like a stone.
Cleevy struggled desperately not to faint. The sides of the ship had already taken on a deep red hue when it fell out of the spare hatch; the mail bag was still firmly fastened to his back. Staggering, eyes closed, he ran a hundred yards. When the ship exploded, the blast wave toppled Cleevy. He got up, took two more steps and finally fell into oblivion.
When Cleevy regained consciousness, he was lying on the side of a small mound, his face buried in the tall grass. He was in an indescribable state of shock. It seemed to him that his mind had separated from his body and, liberated, was in the air. All worries, feelings, fears remained with the body; the mind was free.
He looked around and saw a small animal running by, about the size of a squirrel, but with dark green fur.
When the animal approached, Cleevy noticed that it had neither eyes nor ears.
This did not surprise him - on the contrary, it seemed quite appropriate. Why the devil surrendered to the white of the eyes and ears? Perhaps it is better that the squirrel does not see the imperfection of the world, does not hear the screams of pain ...
Another animal appeared, the size and shape of the body resembling a large wolf, but also green in color. Parallel evolution? It does not change the general state of affairs, Cleevy concluded. This beast also had no eyes or ears. But two rows of powerful fangs glittered in the mouth.
Cleevy watched the animals with languid interest. What does a free mind care about wolves and squirrels, even eyeless ones? He noticed that the squirrel froze in place five feet from the wolf. The wolf approached slowly. At a distance of three feet, he apparently lost track - or rather, the smell. He shook his head and slowly circled around the squirrel. Then he moved in a straight line again, but in the wrong direction.
A blind man hunts a blind man, Cleevy thought, and these words struck him as a deep, eternal truth. Before his eyes, the squirrel suddenly trembled with a small tremor: the wolf whirled in place, suddenly jumped and ate the squirrel in three gulps.
What big teeth the wolf has, Cleevy thought indifferently. And at the same moment, the eyeless wolf turned sharply in his direction.
Now he's going to eat me, Cleevy thought. It amused him that he would be the first person to be eaten on this planet.
When the wolf snarled over his very face, Cleevy fainted again.
He woke up in the evening. Long shadows were already stretching, the sun was sinking into the horizon. Cleevy sat up and tentatively flexed his arms and legs. Everything was whole.
He got up on one knee, still staggering with weakness, but already almost completely aware of what had happened. He remembered the catastrophe, but as if it happened a thousand years ago: the ship burned down, he walked away and fainted. Then he met a wolf and a squirrel.
Cleevy stood up uncertainly and looked around. He must have dreamed the last part of his memories. He would have been dead for a long time, had there been some kind of wolf nearby.
Then Cleevy looked down at his feet and saw the green tail of a squirrel, and a little further away - its head.
He frantically tried to collect his thoughts. So the wolf really was, and besides, hungry. If Cleevy wants to survive before the rescuers arrive, he needs to find out what happened here and why.
The animals had neither eyes nor ears. But then how did they track each other down? By smell? If so, why was the wolf looking so uncertainly for the squirrel?
There was a soft growl, and Cleevy turned around. Less than fifty feet away, a panther-like creature appeared — a greenish-brown panther with no eyes or ears.
Damned menagerie, Cleevy thought, and lurked in the thick grass. The alien planet gave him neither rest nor time. He needs time to think! How are these animals arranged? Do they have a developed sense of location instead of sight?
The panther trudged away.
Cleevy felt a little relieved. Perhaps, if you don't get in her way, the panther ...
As soon as he reached the word "panther" in his thoughts, the animal turned in his direction.
What have I done? Cleevy asked himself, burrowing deeper into the grass. She cannot smell, see or hear me. I just decided not to get caught ...
Lifting its muzzle up, the panther trotted towards him with a measured step.
That's it! An animal devoid of eyes and ears can detect Cleevy's presence in only one way.
In a telepathic way!
To test his theory, Cleevy mentally uttered the word "panther", identifying it with an approaching beast. The panther roared furiously and noticeably closed the distance separating them.
In a tiny fraction of a second, Cleevy learned a lot. The wolf chased the squirrel using telepathy. The squirrel froze - perhaps it turned off its tiny brain ... The wolf got off the track and did not find it while the squirrel was able to inhibit the brain's activity.
If so, why didn't the wolf attack Cleevy while he was unconscious? Perhaps Cleevy had stopped thinking — at least he had stopped thinking at the wavelength that the wolf was picking up? But it is possible that the situation is much more complicated.
Now the main task is the panther.
The beast howled again. He was only thirty feet from Cleevy, and the distance was rapidly diminishing. The main thing is not to think, Cleevy decided, not to think about ... think about anything else. Then maybe pan ... well, maybe she'll lose track. He began to go over in his mind all the girls he had ever known, diligently remembering the smallest details.
The panther stopped and scrabbled doubtfully on the ground with its paws.
Cleevy kept thinking: about girls, about spaceships, about planets, and again about girls, and about spaceships, and everything except the panther.
The panther moved another five feet.
Damn it, he thought, how can you not think about something? You think feverishly about stones, rocks, people, landscapes and things, and your mind invariably returns to ... but you brush her off and focus on your late grandmother (holy woman!), Old drunken father, bruises on your right leg. (Count them. Eight. Count again. Still eight.) And now you look up, casually, seeing, but not recognizing n ... Anyway, she is nevertheless approaching.
Trying not to think about anything is like trying to stop an avalanche with your bare hands. Cleevy realized that the human mind is not so easy to give in to unceremonious, conscious inhibition. This takes time and practice.
He had about fifteen feet left to learn not to think about p ...
Well, you can think of card games, parties, dogs, cats, horses, sheep, wolves (get away!), Bruises, armadillos, caves, dens, dens, cubs (watch out!), Etc. eulogies and empiricists and mazurics and clerics and lyricists and tragedians (about 8 feet), dinners, filet mignons, violets, dates, eagle owls, piglets, sticks, coats and nnnn ...
The panther was now within five feet of him and was preparing to jump. Cleevy was no longer able to banish the forbidden thought. But suddenly on the 9th outburst of inspiration he thought "Panther is a female!"
The panther, still straining to leap, moved its muzzle doubtfully.
Cleevy focused on the idea of a female panther. He is a female panther, and what, in fact, does this male want to achieve by frightening her? He thought about his (ugh, damn, female!) Cubs, about a warm den, about the delights of hunting for squirrels ...
The panther slowly came close and rubbed against Cleevy. He thought desperately about how wonderful the weather is and what a world guy this panther is - so big, strong, with such huge teeth.
The male purred!
Cleevy lay down, wrapped an imaginary tail around the panther, and decided that he needed some sleep. The panther stood beside him, hesitant. She seemed to feel that the matter was amiss. Then she let out a deep throaty growl, turned and galloped away.
The sun had just gone down, and everything around was flooded with blue. Cleevy found himself shaking with uncontrollable tremors and was about to burst into hysterical laughter. Hold the panther for another second ...
He pulled himself together with an effort. It's time to think seriously.
Probably, every animal has a characteristic smell of thought. The squirrel emits one smell, the wolf - another, the man - the third. The whole question is, is it only then possible to track down Cleevy when he thinks of any animal? Or can his thoughts, like a scent, be detected, even if he is not thinking about anything special?
The panther, apparently, smelled him only at that moment when he was thinking about her. However, this can be explained by the novelty: the alien smell of thoughts could confuse the panther at that time.
Well, let's wait and see. The panther is probably not dumb. It was just the first time they played such a joke on her.
Every joke succeeds ... once.
Cleevy lay on his back and gazed up at the sky. He was too tired to move, and his bruised body ached. What lies ahead of him at night? Do animals go hunting? Or is there some kind of truce established for the night? He didn't give a damn.
Fuck squirrels, wolves, panthers, lions, tigers and reindeer!
He fell asleep.
In the morning he was surprised that he was still alive. So far so good. After all, the day may not be bad. In a rosy mood, Cleevy headed for his ship.
There was only a pile of twisted metal on the melted soil of post-mail 243. Cleevy found a metal rod, positioned it on his arm, and tucked it into his belt, just below the mail bag. Not a great weapon, but it still gives you confidence.
The ship was lost forever. Cleevy began to roam the neighborhood in search of food. Fruitful shrubbery grew around. Cleevy carefully took a bite of the unknown fruit and found it tart but tasty. He ate the berries to the fullest and washed them down with water from a stream that gurgled nearby in a hollow.
So far he has not seen any beasts. Who knows, now they, what good, surround him with a ring.
He tried to distract himself from this thought and started looking for cover. The surest thing to do is to hide until the rescuers arrive. He wandered through the sloping hills, trying in vain to find a rock, tree or cave. The friendly landscape could only offer a shrub six feet high.
By the middle of the day, he was exhausted, lost heart and only peered anxiously at the sky. Why are there no rescuers? According to his calculations, the high-speed rescue vessel should arrive in a day, at most in two.
If the Postmaster indicated the planet correctly.
Something flashed in the sky. He looked up, and his heart pounded violently. What a picture!
Above him, balancing its giant wings effortlessly, a bird swam slowly over. Once she dived, as if she had fallen into a hole, but then confidently continued her flight.
The bird looked amazingly like a vulture.
Cleevy wandered on. A moment later, he found himself face to face with four blind wolves.
Now at least one question is over. Cleevy can be tracked down by the characteristic smell of his thoughts. Obviously, the animals of this planet have come to the conclusion that the alien is not so alien that it cannot be eaten.
The wolves crept cautiously. Cleevy tried the trick he'd used the night before. Pulling a metal rod from his belt, he began to imagine himself as a she-wolf looking for her cubs. Would one of you gentlemen help find them? They were here just a minute ago. One green, the other spotted, the third ...
Perhaps these wolves do not throw spotted cubs. One of them jumped on Cleevy. Cleevy hit him with the rod, and the wolf staggered back.
All four closed shoulder to shoulder and renewed their attack.
Cleevy desperately tried to think as if he didn’t exist at all. Useless. The wolves stubbornly advanced. Cleevy thought of the panther. He imagined himself a panther. A tall panther who will gladly feast on a wolf.
This stopped them. The wolves waved their tails in alarm, but did not give up their positions.
Cleevy growled, hammered his paws on the ground, and leaned forward. The wolves backed away, but one of them slipped behind him.
Cleevy moved to the side, trying not to get surrounded. It seemed that the wolves did not quite believe the performance. Perhaps Cleevy was a mediocre panther. The wolves didn't retreat anymore. Cleevy growled ferociously and swung his improvised club. One wolf took off headlong, but the one that broke through to the rear jumped on Cleevy and knocked him down.
Floundering under the wolves, Cleevy experienced a new burst of inspiration. He imagined himself a snake - very fast, with a deadly sting and poisonous teeth.
The wolves jumped back at once. Cleevy hissed and arched his boneless neck. The wolves grinned furiously, but showed no desire to advance.
I. there Cleevy made a mistake. His reason knew that he had to stand firm and show more impudence. However, the body acted differently. Against his will, he turned and rushed away.
The wolves rushed in pursuit, and, glancing up, Cleevy saw the vultures gathering in anticipation of their recovery. He pulled himself together and tried to turn into a snake again, but the wolves did not lag behind.
The vultures hovering overhead gave Cleevy an idea. Astronaut, he knew well what the planet looks like from above. Cleevy decided to turn into a bird. He imagined himself hovering in the air, balancing easily among the currents of air, and looking down at the carpet of the spreading earth.
The wolves were confused. They whirled in place, leaping helplessly into the air. Cleevy continued to hover above the planet, soaring higher and higher, and at the same time slowly backed away.
Finally he lost sight of the wolves, and it was evening. Cleevy was exhausted. He lived another day. But, apparently, all gambits succeed only once. What will he do tomorrow if the rescue ship doesn't come?
When it got dark, he could not sleep for a long time and kept looking at the sky. However, only the stars were visible there, and next to it was heard only the rare growl of a wolf and the roar of a panther dreaming of breakfast.
... Morning came too quickly. Cleevy woke up tired, not refreshed by sleep. Without getting up, Cleevy waited.
Where are the rescuers? They had plenty of time, Cleevy decided. Why aren't they there yet? If they hesitate too long, panther ...
You shouldn't have thought so. In response, an animal roar was heard from the right.
Cleevy got up and walked away. Better to deal with wolves ...
06 it was also not worth thinking about, since now the roar of a wolf pack joined the roar of the panther.
Cleevy saw all the predators at once. To the right, a greenish-yellow panther gracefully stepped out of the underbrush. On the left, he could clearly distinguish the silhouettes of several wolves. For a moment he hoped that the animals would fight. If the wolves attacked the panther, Cleevy would have escaped ...
However, the animals were only interested in the alien. Why should they fight among themselves, Cleevy realized, when he was there himself, publicly broadcasting his fears and his helplessness?
The panther moved forward. The wolves remained at a respectful distance, apparently intending to be content with the remnants of their meal. Cleevy tried again to take off in a bird's-eye fashion, but the panther, after a moment's hesitation, continued on its way.
Cleevy backed up to the wolves, wishing he had anywhere to climb. Eh, find yourself here a rock or at least a decent tree ...
But there are bushes nearby! With an ingenuity born of despair, Cleevy became a six-foot bush. Actually, he had no idea. like the bush thinks, but tried his best.
Now it bloomed. And one of the roots loosened slightly. After the recent storm. But still, given the circumstances, he was by no means a bad bush.
With the edge of the branches, he noticed that the wolves had stopped. The panther darted around him, gave a high-pitched snort, and tilted her head to one side.
Well, really, thought Cleevy, who would dream of biting off a branch of a bush? You may have mistook me for something else, but really I'm just a bush. You don't want to stuff your mouth with leaves, do you? And you can break a tooth on my branches. Is it a heard of a panther eating bushes? But I am a bush. Ask my mom. She is also a bush. We are all bushes, from ancient times, from the Carboniferous period.
The panther was clearly not going to go on the attack. However, she did not intend to leave either. Cleevy wasn't sure he'd last long. What should he think about now? About the delights of spring? About a nest of robins in your hair?
A bird sank onto his shoulder.
Isn't it nice, Cleevy thought. She also thinks I'm a bush. Intends to build a nest in my branches. Absolutely adorable. All other bushes will burst with envy.
The bird pecked Cleevy lightly on the neck.
Take it easy, Cleevy thought. There is no need to chop off the branch on which you are sitting ...
The bird pecked again, trying on. Then she stood firmly on her webbed feet and began hammering into Cleevy's neck at the speed of a pneumatic hammer.
Damn woodpecker, Cleevy thought, trying not to get out of character. He noted that the panther had suddenly calmed down. However, when the bird hit his neck for the fifteenth time, Cleevy could not resist: he grabbed the bird and threw it at the panther.
The panther snapped her teeth but was late. The offended bird made a reconnaissance flight around Cleevy's head and flew to the calmer bushes.
Instantly Cleevy turned into a bush again, but the game was lost. The panther swung a paw at him. He tried to run, tripped over a wolf and fell. The panther growled over his ear, and Cleevy knew he was already dead.
The panther was intimidated.
Here Cleevy turned into a corpse to the tips of hot fingers. He lay dead for many days, for many weeks. His blood drained out long ago. The flesh is rotten. Not a single sane animal will touch him, no matter how hungry it may be.
The panther seemed to agree with him. She backed away. The wolves let out a hungry howl, but they also retreated.
Cleevy extended the age of his rot by a few more days and focused on how terribly indigestible he was, how hopelessly unappetizing. And deep in his soul - he was convinced of this - he sincerely did not believe that it would suit anyone for a snack.
The panther continued to back away, followed by the wolves. Cleevy was saved! If necessary, he can now remain a corpse until the end of his days.
And suddenly he heard the real smell of rotting flesh. Looking around, he saw that a gigantic bird had landed nearby!
On Earth, she would be called a vulture.
Cleevy almost burst into tears. Could nothing help him? The vulture waddled up to him. Cleevy jumped up and kicked him. If he is destined to be eaten, then, in any case, not a vulture.
The panther reappeared with the speed of lightning, and her silly fluffy face seemed to be written with rage and confusion.
Cleevy swung the metal rod, wishing that there was a tree nearby - to climb, a pistol - to shoot, or at least a torch - to scare away ...
Torch!
Cleevy knew at once that a way out had been found. He flashed fire to the panther in the face, and she crawled away with a plaintive squeal. Cleevy hastily spread in all directions, engulfing the bushes, devouring the dry grass.
The panther dashed away like an arrow along with the wolves.
It's his turn! How could he forget that all animals have a deep instinctive fear of fire! Indeed, Cleevy will be the biggest fire that has ever raged in these places.
A light breeze rose and blew his fire across the hilly ground. Squirrels jumped out of the bushes and rushed away in unison. Flocks of birds soared into the air, and panthers, wolves and other predators ran side by side, forgetting to think about prey, trying only to protect themselves from the fire - from it, Cleevy!
Cleevy was dimly aware that he was now a real telepathic. With his eyes closed, he saw everything that was happening around him, and felt everything almost physically. He advanced with a humming flame, sweeping away everything in its path. And I felt the fear of those who fled hastily.
It should be so. Was it not thanks to quick-wittedness and the ability to adapt that man was always and everywhere the king of nature? It's the same here. Cleevy jumped triumphantly over a narrow stream three miles from the start, ignited a group of bushes, burst into flames, threw out a stream of flame ...
Then he felt the first drop of water.
It kept on burning, but one drop turned into five, then fifteen, then five hundred. He was nailed down with water, and his food - grass and bushes - was soon soaked through. He was starting to fade away.
This just isn't fair, Cleevy thought. By all the rules, he should have won. He gave the planet a battle on its terms and emerged victorious ... only so that the blind element would ruin everything.
The animals returned cautiously.
The rain poured out like a bucket. Cleevy's last flame went out. The poor man sighed and fainted ...
- ... Damn good job. You kept the mail until the last, and this is a sign of a good postman. Maybe we can get you a medal.
Cleevy opened his eyes. Above him, beaming a proud smile, stood the Postmaster. Cleevy lay on his bunk and could see the concave metal walls of the starship above him.
He was on a rescue boat.
- What's happened? he croaked.
“We arrived just in time,” the Postmaster replied! “You'd better not move for now. A little more - and it would be too late.
Cleiva felt the ship lift off the ground and realized that he was leaving the planet ZM 22. Staggering, he went to the observation window and began to peer into the green surface floating below.
“You were close to death,” said the Postmaster, standing next to Cleevy and looking down. “We managed to turn on the humidification system just in time. You were standing in the middle of the most ferocious steppe fire I have ever seen.
Looking down at the immaculate green carpet. The postmaster apparently doubted. He looked out the window again, and his expression reminded Cleevy of a deceived panther.
- Wait ... How did it happen that you have no burns?
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Robert Sheckley
Smell of thought
Leroy Cleavie's real trouble began as he guided Mail-243 through the undeveloped star cluster of the Prophet Corner. Leroy had already been depressed by the usual difficulties of an interstellar postman: an old ship, ulcerated pipes, unaligned astronavigation instruments. But now, as he read the course, he noticed that the ship was getting unbearably hot.
He sighed despondently, turned on the cooling system, and contacted the Postmaster of the Base. The conversation was being conducted at a critical radio range, and the Postmaster's voice could hardly be heard through the ocean of static discharges.
“Trouble again, Cleevy? - Asked the Postmaster in the ominous voice of a man who himself draws up schedules and religiously believes in them.
“How can I tell you,” Cleevy said ironically. - Apart from pipes, devices and wiring, everything is fine, except for the insulation and cooling.
“Indeed, a shame,” said the Postmaster, suddenly filled with sympathy. - I can imagine how you feel there.
Cleevy turned the cooling regulator all the way, wiping off the sweat from his eyes, and thought that the Postmaster only seemed to know how his subordinate felt right now.
- Am I not petitioning the government for new ships over and over again? The postmaster laughed sadly. “They seem to think that mail can be delivered using any basket.
Cleevy was not interested in the Postmaster's concerns at this moment. The cooling unit was operating at full capacity, and the ship continued to overheat.
“Stay close to the receiver,” Cleevy said. He made his way to the tail end of the ship, which seemed to be emitting heat, and found that the three tanks were filled not with fuel, but with bubbling, white-hot slag. The fourth was undergoing the same metamorphosis before our eyes.
Cleevy stared blankly at the tanks for a moment, then rushed to the radio.
“There’s no fuel left,” he said. - In my opinion, there was a catalytic reaction. I told you that new tanks are needed. Sitting on the first oxygen planet I come across.
He grabbed the Emergency Guide and flipped through the section on the Prophet's Cluster. There were no colonies in this group of stars, and it was proposed to look for further details on the map on which the oxygen worlds were plotted. What they are rich in, in addition to oxygen, nobody knows. Cleevy hoped to find out if the ship didn't fall apart soon.
“I'll try Z-M-22,” he bellowed through the growing discharges.
“Keep a good eye on the mail,” the Postmaster shouted in a drawn-out reply. “I'll dispatch the ship at once.
Cleevy said what he would do with the mail — all twenty pounds of mail. However, by that time the Postmaster had already stopped accepting.
Cleevy successfully landed on the Z-M-22, exceptionally well, considering that it was impossible to touch the red-hot devices, the pipes, which were softened from overheating, twisted into a knot, and the mail bag on his back impeded movement. Postman 243 swam into the atmosphere like a swan, but at a height of twenty feet from the surface gave up the fight and fell like a stone.
Cleevy struggled desperately not to faint. The sides of the ship had already taken on a deep red hue when it fell out of the spare hatch; the mail bag was still firmly fastened to his back. Staggering, eyes closed, he ran a hundred yards. When the ship exploded, the blast wave toppled Cleevy. He got up, took two more steps and finally fell into oblivion.
When Cleevy regained consciousness, he was lying on the side of a small mound, his face buried in the tall grass. He was in an indescribable state of shock. It seemed to him that his mind had separated from his body and, liberated, was in the air. All worries, feelings, fears remained with the body; the mind was free.
He looked around and saw a small animal running by, about the size of a squirrel, but with dark green fur.
When the animal approached, Cleevy noticed that it had neither eyes nor ears.
This did not surprise him - on the contrary, it seemed quite appropriate. Why the devil surrendered to the white of the eyes and ears? Perhaps it is better that the squirrel does not see the imperfection of the world, does not hear the screams of pain ...
Another animal appeared, the size and shape of the body resembling a large wolf, but also green in color. Parallel evolution? It does not change the general state of affairs, Cleevy concluded. This beast also had no eyes or ears. But two rows of powerful fangs glittered in the mouth.
Cleevy watched the animals with languid interest. What does a free mind care about wolves and squirrels, even eyeless ones? He noticed that the squirrel froze in place five feet from the wolf. The wolf approached slowly. At a distance of three feet, he apparently lost track - or rather, the smell. He shook his head and slowly circled around the squirrel. Then he moved in a straight line again, but in the wrong direction.
A blind man hunts a blind man, Cleevy thought, and these words struck him as a deep, eternal truth. Before his eyes, the squirrel suddenly trembled with a small tremor: the wolf whirled in place, suddenly jumped and ate the squirrel in three gulps.
What big teeth the wolf has, Cleevy thought indifferently. And at the same moment, the eyeless wolf turned sharply in his direction.
Now he will eat me, Cleevy thought. It amused him that he would be the first person to be eaten on this planet.
When the wolf snarled over his very face, Cleevy fainted again.
He woke up in the evening. Long shadows were already stretching, the sun was sinking into the horizon. Cleevy sat up and tentatively flexed his arms and legs. Everything was whole.
He got up on one knee, still staggering with weakness, but already almost completely aware of what had happened. He remembered the catastrophe, but as if it happened a thousand years ago: the ship burned down, he moved a little way and fainted. Then he met a wolf and a squirrel.
Cleevy stood up uncertainly and looked around. He must have dreamed the last part of his memories. He would have been dead for a long time, had there been a wolf nearby.
Then Cleevy looked down at his feet and saw the green tail of a squirrel, and a little further away - its head.
He frantically tried to collect his thoughts. So the wolf really was, and besides, hungry. If Cleevy wants to survive before the rescuers arrive, he needs to find out what happened here and why.
The animals had neither eyes nor ears. But then how did they track each other down? By smell? If so, why was the wolf looking so uncertainly for the squirrel?
There was a soft growl, and Cleevy turned around. Less than fifty feet away, a panther-like creature appeared — a greenish-brown panther with no eyes or ears.
Damned menagerie, Cleevy thought, and lurked in the thick grass. The alien planet gave him neither rest nor time. He needs time to think! How are these animals arranged? Do they have a developed sense of location instead of sight?
The panther trudged away.
Cleevy felt a little relieved. Perhaps, if you don't get in her way, the panther ...
As soon as he reached the word "panther" in his thoughts, the animal turned in his direction.
"What have I done?" Cleevy asked himself, burrowing deeper into the grass. “She can't smell me, see or hear me. I just decided not to get caught ... "
Lifting its muzzle up, the panther trotted towards him with a measured step.
That's it! An animal devoid of eyes and ears can detect Cleevy's presence in only one way.
In a telepathic way!
To test his theory, Cleevy mentally spoke the word "panther", identifying it with the approaching beast. The panther roared furiously and noticeably closed the distance separating them.
In a tiny fraction of a second, Cleevy learned a lot. The wolf chased the squirrel using telepathy. The squirrel froze - perhaps it turned off its tiny brain ... The wolf got off the trail and did not find it while the squirrel was able to inhibit the activity of the brain.
If so, why didn't the wolf attack Cleevy while he was unconscious? Perhaps Cleevy had stopped thinking — at least he had stopped thinking at the wavelength that the wolf was picking up? But it is possible that the situation is much more complicated.
Now the main task is the panther.
The beast howled again. He was only thirty feet from Cleevy, and the distance was rapidly diminishing. The main thing was not to think, Cleevy decided, not to think about ... think about anything else. Then maybe pan ... well, maybe she'll lose track. He began to go over in his mind all the girls he had ever known, diligently remembering the smallest details.
The panther stopped and scrabbled doubtfully on the ground with its paws.
Cleevy kept thinking: about girls, about spaceships, about planets, and again about girls, and about spaceships, and everything except the panther.
The panther moved another five feet.
Damn it, he thought, how can you not think about something? You think feverishly about stones, rocks, people, landscapes and things, and your mind invariably returns to ... but you brush her off and focus on your late grandmother (holy woman!), Old drunken father, bruises on your right leg. (Count them. Eight. Count again. Still eight.) And now you look up, casually, seeing, but not recognizing n ... Anyway, she nevertheless comes nearer.
Trying not to think about something is like trying to stop an avalanche with your bare hands. Cleevy realized that the human mind is not easily amenable to unceremonious, conscious inhibition. This takes time and practice.
He had about fifteen feet left to learn not to think about ...
Well, you can think of card games, parties, dogs, cats, horses, sheep, wolves (get away!), Bruises, armadillos, caves, dens, dens, cubs (watch out!), P ... eulogies , and empiricists, and mazuriks, and clerics, and lyricists, and tragedians (about 8 feet), dinners, filet mignons, violets, dates, owls, piglets, sticks, coats and p-p-p-p ...
The panther was now within five feet of him, preparing to jump. Cleevy was no longer able to banish the forbidden thought. But suddenly, in a fit of inspiration, he thought: "Panther-female!"
The panther, still straining to leap, moved its muzzle doubtfully.
Cleevy focused on the idea of a female panther. He is a female panther, and what, in fact, does this male want to achieve by frightening her? He thought about his (ugh, damn, female!) Cubs, about a warm den, about the delights of hunting for squirrels ...
The panther slowly came close and rubbed against Cleevy. He thought desperately about how wonderful the weather is and what a world guy this panther is - so big, strong, with such huge teeth.
The male purred!
Cleevy lay down, wrapped an imaginary tail around the panther, and decided that he needed some sleep. The panther stood beside him, hesitant. She seemed to feel that the matter was amiss. Then she let out a deep throaty growl, turned and galloped away.
The sun had just gone down, and everything around was flooded with blue. Cleevy found himself shaking uncontrollably and about to burst into hysterical laughter. Hold the panther for another second ...
He pulled himself together with an effort. It's time to think seriously.
Probably, every animal has a characteristic smell of thought. The squirrel emits one smell, the wolf - another, the man - the third. The whole question is, is it only then possible to track down Cleevy when he thinks of any animal? Or can his thoughts, like a scent, be detected, even if he is not thinking about anything special?
The panther, apparently, smelled him only at that moment when he was thinking about her. However, this can be explained by the novelty: the alien smell of thoughts could confuse the panther at that time.
Well, let's wait and see. The panther is probably not dumb. It was just the first time they played such a joke on her.
Every joke succeeds ... once.
Cleevy lay on his back and gazed up at the sky. He was too tired to move, and his bruised body ached. What lies ahead of him at night? Do animals go hunting? Or is there some kind of truce established for the night? He didn't give a damn.
Fuck squirrels, wolves, panthers, lions, tigers and reindeer!
He fell asleep.
In the morning he was surprised that he was still alive. So far so good. After all, the day may not be bad. In a rosy mood, Cleevy headed for his ship.
Only a pile of twisted metal on the melted soil remained of post-mail-243. Cleevy found a metal rod, positioned it on his arm, and tucked it into his belt, just below the mail bag. Not a great weapon, but it still gives you confidence.
The ship was lost forever. Cleevy began to roam the neighborhood in search of food. Fruitful shrubbery grew around. Cleevy carefully took a bite of the unknown fruit and found it tart but tasty. He ate the berries to the fullest and washed them down with water from a stream that gurgled nearby in a hollow.
So far he has not seen any beasts. Who knows, now they, what good, surround him with a ring.
He tried to distract himself from this thought and started looking for cover. The surest thing to do is to hide until the rescuers arrive. He wandered through the sloping hills, trying in vain to find a rock, tree or cave. The friendly landscape could only offer a shrub six feet high.
By the middle of the day, he was exhausted, lost heart and only peered anxiously at the sky. Why are there no rescuers? According to his calculations, the high-speed rescue vessel should arrive in a day, at most in two.
If the Postmaster indicated the planet correctly.
Something flashed in the sky. He looked up, and his heart pounded violently. What a picture!
Above him, balancing its giant wings effortlessly, a bird swam slowly over. Once she dived, as if she had fallen into a hole, but then confidently continued her flight.
The bird looked amazingly like a vulture.
Now at least one question is over. Cleevy can be tracked down by the characteristic smell of his thoughts. Obviously, the animals of this planet have come to the conclusion that the alien is not so alien that it cannot be eaten.
The wolves crept cautiously. Cleevy tried the trick he'd used the night before. Pulling a metal rod from his belt, he began to imagine himself as a she-wolf looking for her cubs. Would one of you gentlemen help find them? They were here just a minute ago. One is green, the other is spotted, the third ...
Perhaps these wolves do not throw spotted cubs. One of them jumped on Cleevy. Cleevy hit him with the rod, and the wolf staggered back.
All four closed shoulder to shoulder and renewed their attack.
Cleevy desperately tried to think as if he didn’t exist at all. Useless. The wolves stubbornly advanced. Cleevy thought of the panther. He imagined himself a panther. A tall panther who will gladly feast on a wolf.
This stopped them. The wolves waved their tails in alarm, but did not give up their positions.
Cleevy growled, hammered his paws on the ground, and leaned forward. The wolves backed away, but one of them slipped behind him.
Cleevy moved to the side, trying not to get surrounded. It seemed that the wolves didn’t quite believe the performance. Perhaps Cleevy was a mediocre panther. The wolves didn't retreat anymore. Cleevy growled ferociously and swung his improvised club. One wolf took off headlong, but the one that broke through to the rear jumped on Cleevy and knocked him down.
Floundering under the wolves, Cleevy experienced a new burst of inspiration. He imagined himself a snake - very fast, with a deadly sting and poisonous teeth.
The wolves jumped back at once. Cleevy hissed and arched his boneless neck. The wolves grinned furiously, but showed no desire to advance.
And then Cleevy made a mistake. His reason knew that he had to stand firm and show more impudence. However, the body acted differently. Against his will, he turned and rushed away.
The wolves rushed in pursuit, and, glancing up, Cleevy saw the vultures gathering in anticipation of their recovery. He pulled himself together and tried to turn into a snake again, but the wolves did not lag behind.
The vultures hovering overhead gave Cleevy an idea. Astronaut, he knew well what the planet looks like from above. Cleevy decided to turn into a bird. He imagined himself hovering in the air, balancing easily among the currents of air, and looking down at the carpet of the spreading earth.
The wolves were confused. They whirled in place, leaping helplessly into the air. Cleevy continued to hover above the planet, soaring higher and higher, and at the same time slowly backed away.
Finally he lost sight of the wolves, and it was evening. Cleevy was exhausted. He lived another day. But, apparently, all gambits succeed only once. What will he do tomorrow if the rescue ship doesn't come?
When it got dark, he could not sleep for a long time and kept looking at the sky. However, only the stars were visible there, and next to it was heard only the rare growl of a wolf and the roar of a panther dreaming of breakfast.
... Morning came too quickly. Cleevy woke up tired, not refreshed by sleep. Without getting up, Cleevy waited.
Where are the rescuers? They had plenty of time, Cleevy decided. Why aren't they there yet? If they hesitate too long, the panther ...
You shouldn't have thought so. In response, an animal roar was heard from the right.
That, too, was not worth thinking about, for now the roar of the wolf pack joined the roar of the panther.
Cleevy saw all the predators at once. To the right, a greenish-yellow panther stepped gracefully out of the underbrush. On the left, he could clearly distinguish the silhouettes of several wolves. For a moment he hoped that the animals would fight. If the wolves attacked the panther, Cleevy would have escaped ...
However, the animals were only interested in the alien. Why should they fight among themselves, Cleevy realized, when he was there himself, publicly broadcasting his fears and his helplessness?
The panther moved forward. The wolves remained at a respectful distance, seemingly intending to be content with the remnants of their meal. Cleevy tried to fly like a bird again, but the panther, after a moment's hesitation, continued on its way.
Cleevy backed up to the wolves, wishing he had anywhere to climb. Eh, find yourself here a rock or at least a decent tree ...
But there are bushes nearby! With an ingenuity born of despair, Cleevy became a six-foot bush. In fact, he had no idea how the bush thinks, but he tried his best.
Now it bloomed. And one of the roots loosened slightly. After the recent storm. But still, given the circumstances, he was by no means a bad bush.
With the edge of the branches, he noticed that the wolves had stopped. The panther darted around him, gave a high-pitched snort, and tilted her head to one side.
Well, really, thought Cleevy, who would dream of biting off a branch of a bush? You may have mistook me for something else, but I'm really just a bush. You don't want to stuff your mouth with leaves, do you? And you can break a tooth on my branches. Is it a heard of a panther eating bushes? But I am bush. Ask my mom. She is also a bush. We are all bushes, from ancient times, from the Carboniferous period. "
The panther was clearly not going to go on the attack. However, she did not intend to leave either. Cleevy wasn't sure he'd last long. What should he think about now? About the delights of spring? About a nest of robins in your hair?
A bird sank onto his shoulder.
Nice, thought Cleevy. “She also thinks I'm a bush. Intends to build a nest in my branches. Absolutely adorable. All other bushes will burst with envy. "
The bird pecked Cleevy lightly on the neck.
Take it easy, Cleevy thought. There is no need to chop off the branch on which you are sitting ...
The bird pecked again, trying on. Then she stood firmly on her webbed feet and began hammering into Cleevy's neck at the speed of a pneumatic hammer.
Damn woodpecker, Cleevy thought, trying not to get out of character. He noted that the panther had suddenly calmed down. However, when the bird hit his neck for the fifteenth time, Cleevy could not resist: he grabbed the bird and threw it at the panther.
The panther snapped her teeth but was late. The offended bird made a reconnaissance flight around Cleevy's head and flew to the calmer bushes.
Instantly Cleevy turned into a bush again, but the game was lost. The panther swung a paw at him. He tried to run, tripped over a wolf and fell. The panther growled over his ear, and Cleevy knew he was already dead.
The panther was intimidated.
Here Cleevy turned into a corpse to the tips of hot fingers. He lay dead for many days, for many weeks. His blood drained out long ago. The flesh is rotten. Not a single sane animal will touch him, no matter how hungry it may be.
The panther seemed to agree with him. She backed away. The wolves let out a hungry howl, but they also retreated.
Cleevy extended the age of his rot by a few more days and focused on how terribly indigestible he was, how hopelessly unappetizing. And deep in his soul - he was convinced of this - he sincerely did not believe that it would suit anyone for a snack. The panther continued to back away, followed by the wolves. Cleevy was saved! If necessary, he can now remain a corpse until the end of his days.
And suddenly he heard authentic the smell of rotting flesh. Looking around, he saw that a gigantic bird had landed nearby!
On Earth, she would be called a vulture.
Cleevy almost burst into tears. Could nothing help him? The vulture waddled up to him. Cleevy jumped up and kicked him. If he is destined to be eaten, then, in any case, not a vulture.
The panther reappeared with the speed of lightning, and her silly fluffy face seemed to be written with rage and confusion.
Cleevy swung the metal rod, wishing that there was a tree nearby - to climb, a pistol - to shoot, or at least a torch - to scare away ...
Cleevy knew at once that a way out had been found. He flashed fire to the panther in the face, and she crawled away with a plaintive squeal. Cleevy hastily spread in all directions, engulfing the bushes, devouring the dry grass.
The panther dashed away like an arrow along with the wolves.
It's his turn! How could he forget that all animals have a deep instinctive fear of fire! Indeed, Cleevy will be the largest fire that has ever raged in these places.
A light breeze rose and blew his fire across the hilly ground. Squirrels jumped out from behind the bushes and rushed away in unison. Flocks of birds soared into the air, and panthers, wolves and other predators ran side by side, forgetting to think about prey, trying only to protect themselves from the fire - from it, Cleevy!
Cleevy was dimly aware that he was now a real telepathic. With his eyes closed, he saw everything that was happening around him, and felt everything almost physically. He advanced with a humming flame, sweeping away everything in its path. AND felt the fear of those who hastily fled.
It should be so. Was it not thanks to quick-wittedness and the ability to adapt that man was always and everywhere the king of nature? It's the same here. Cleevy jumped triumphantly over a narrow stream three miles from the start, ignited a group of bushes, burst into flames, threw out a stream of flame ...
Then he felt the first drop of water.
It kept on burning, but one drop turned into five, then fifteen, then five hundred. He was nailed down with water, and his food - grass and bushes - was soon soaked through. He was starting to fade away.
This just isn't fair, Cleevy thought. By all the rules, he should have won. He gave the planet a battle on its terms and emerged victorious ... only so that the blind element would ruin everything.
The animals returned cautiously.
The rain poured out like a bucket. Cleevy's last flame went out. The poor man sighed and fainted ...
“… Damn good job. You kept the mail until the last, and this is a sign of a good postman. Maybe we can get you a medal.
Cleevy opened his eyes. Above him, beaming a proud smile, stood the Postmaster. Cleevy lay on his bunk and could see the concave metal walls of the starship above him.
He was on a rescue boat.
- What's happened? He croaked.
“We arrived just in time,” the Postmaster replied. “You'd better not move for now. A little more - and it would be too late.
Cleevy felt the ship lift off the ground and realized that he was leaving the planet Z-M-22. Staggering, he walked to the viewing window and peered into the green surface floating below.
“You were on the verge of death,” the Postmaster said, standing next to Cleevy and looking down. “We managed to turn on the humidification system just in time. You were standing in the middle of the most ferocious steppe fire I have ever seen.
Looking down at the impeccable green carpet, the Postmaster seemed to have doubts. He looked out the window again, and his expression reminded Cleevy of a deceived panther.
- Wait ... How did it happen that you have no burns?
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Robert Sheckley is a great science fiction writer who has written many interesting stories. We invite you to get acquainted with one of them in a short retelling, which will make it possible to understand in a few minutes the plot of Robert Sheckley's story "The Smell of Thought."
The story The Smell of Thought by Robert Sheckley introduces readers to the starship driver. He worked as a star postman and carried mail from one planet to another. But the trouble is, the ship was very old and quickly heated up. This led to the deterioration of fuel on the road and the postman was forced to land. Having chosen the closest planet on the map, where there would be oxygen, the postman Cleevy landed on the planet Z-M-22, having previously managed to leave the necessary coordinates so that the postmaster could send help.
During landing, the ship was severely damaged, and the pilot himself was thrown aside and he lost consciousness. When the pilot woke up, he saw an interesting animal. It was a squirrel, but somehow green in color, without eyes and ears. A wolf of the same color ran after her. He also had neither sight nor hearing. But, somehow, he managed to catch the squirrel and eat it. The wolf was headed towards the pilot, but he lost consciousness.
The pilot woke up in the evening. He thought that everything was in a dream, but then he saw parts of the squirrel and everything fell into place. Reflecting on what is happening, Cleevy realizes that the animals find each other telepathically, by the smell of thoughts. While our hero is thinking, another animal approached him, which resembled a panther. To escape from her, he mentally pretends to be a panther - a female and the male retreated.
How Cleevy saw the world of this planet
After meeting the animal, Leroy Cleevy was tired and fell asleep. The next day, he found the starship, which was badly damaged. Having found food, the hero R. Sheckley ate, but then his thoughts returned to the animals. And as soon as he thought about the wolves, they immediately appeared. The postman began to fight with them, but nothing helped him to scare them away, until he turned himself into a snake. She began to frighten the wolves and they began to retreat.
But that's not all, Leroy's thoughts took on a different form. He imagined if wolves and panthers would appear at the same time. And they came. To deceive them, Cleevy turns himself into a bush with his thought. But a woodpecker flew into the bush and began to gouge our hero's neck. The postman could not resist, grabbed the bird and threw it at the panther. The deception failed. Leroy despaired and imagined that he was already a corpse. This stopped the animals. Cleevy began to imagine himself as a corpse, which was already decomposing, and if the wolves and panthers began to run away from the stench, then vultures immediately swooped down. It was necessary to save himself again and the hero remembers about the fire. He imagines how everything ignites, how it ignites, how bushes and grass burn. The animals began to flee quickly, the birds flew away in flocks. Cleevy realizes that he can control nature, but then raindrops begin to fall. First one, then more and more, and the fire began to go out. The postman sighed and fainted.
Theme. Robert Sheckley. "The smell of thought." A fantastic world in a story. Acquaintance with the inhabitants of the planet Z-M-22. A person's ability to find a way out of extreme situations.
Target: deepen knowledge about the artistic features of a science fiction story; teach the analysis of images in a work; conduct a conversation with students about the importance of choosing the means on the way to achieving the goal, about the need to realize responsibility for thoughts and words.
Equipment: textbook, video "Parable about the materiality of thoughts."
Lesson type: a lesson in the application of the knowledge gained.
Everything you can imagine exists.
John Cunningham Lilly
Imagination is the only weapon in the battle with reality.
Jules de Gaultier
DURING THE CLASSES
I. Communication of the topic and objectives of the lesson
Today we will get acquainted with another work of the genre of fiction - the story of R. Sheckley "The Smell of Thought", and you will be able to show your directorial abilities, imagination and demonstrate your readiness to work, using the knowledge and skills you already have.Heuristic conversation.
- Read the lesson epigraphs. How are they related to the story of R. Sheckley "The Smell of Thought"?
- Guess why the story has this title. Imagine you are not familiar with the work and answer, what can thoughts smell like?
II. Homework check
Test (test of knowledge of the text)- Is the main character Leroy Cleavy's profession? (Astronaut of post-flight-243).
- What was the reason Cleevy had an emergency landing? (There was no fuel).
- Why was Cleevy so surprised by the first animal he saw? (He had no eyes or ears.)
- The animals Cleevy saw had a similar color. Which? (The coat is green-brown).
- What was the reason Cleevy fainted the first time? (I saw a wolf that bared its teeth).
- What ability helped the wolf eat the squirrel? (Telepathy).
- Why didn't the female panther attack Cleevy? (He thought about the pleasant one, about the cub, about the den.)
- How did Cleevy get away from the wolves? (Pretended to be a vulture).
- When Cleevy introduced himself as a bush, to whom he utters the following words: “Take it easy! Don't chop off the branch you are sitting on? (To a woodpecker.)
- What finally drove the Panther away with Cleevy? (With a torch).
- What calamity did Cleevy endure at the end of his journey, before being saved? (Wildfire).
- What surprised the rescuers? (Despite the fire, Cleevy had no burns).
III. Working on the topic of the lesson
1. Word of the teacher.- Robert Sheckley, American science fiction writer, was born in New York in 1928. He learned to read early and from childhood dreamed of becoming a writer. Already the first science fiction stories, which were published in magazines, were liked by the readers, and the editors were looking forward to new ones. Sheckley's stories stand out for their inexhaustible imagination, subtle humor, extraordinary fantastic plots. In 2005, the writer visited Ukraine, which delighted numerous admirers of his work.
2. Working with the textbook.
- Read thoughtfully the textbook article on R. Sheckley. Write three questions for the text. (Students ask questions to each other. The right to ask a question is given to the one who answered the previous question correctly).
3. Conversation.
- Why is the story "The Smell of Thought" considered fantastic? ("The Smell of Thought" is a fantastic story because even the name captures a quality that is not in nature; the events of the hero's life are from the realm of fiction, which, however, is based on scientific searches of modernity; all the enemies that oppose Leroy in the story are creatures fantastic).
- How is the story of the landing of Leroy Cleavy on the planet Z-M-22 described?
- How did Cleevy see the world of the incredible planet? What difference from terrestrial creatures he noticed immediately, which he guessed much later? Why?
- What role does the phrase play in the development of the plot of the story: “It seemed to him that his mind had separated from his body and, liberated, was in the air”? (The phrase that the mind has separated from the body helps to understand that it is this mind that is separate from the body and enables the living beings of the planet to perceive the world around them).
- What scenes from the life of the planet did the hero observe and how did his indifferent observation end?
- Describe the events of the first and second days on the planet Z-M-22. How did Cleevy manage to escape? When did he realize what was saving him?
- What role does telepathy play in the story? How do you understand the meaning of this word?
4. Work in groups. Making a film based on the work.
Guys, today in the lesson we fantasize a lot. Imagine that you need to make a film based on the story of R. Sheckley. Of course, there is a large group of people involved in making the film. What are the professions required to make a film? (director, screenwriter, cameraman, master of lighting, sound engineer, costume designer, etc.).
To begin with, let's make a simple outline that will serve as the basis for the script (collectively drawing up a story outline and writing on the board).
A rough plan.
- Emergency situation.
- The first day. Acquaintance with the planet Z-M-22. Meeting with a squirrel and a wolf.
- Evening of the first day. The panther threatens Cleevy's life.
- Second day. Wolves and vultures.
- Day three. New attack of predators.
- Fire!
IV. Summing up the lesson. Reflection
The teacher demonstrates the video "The Parable of the Materiality of Thoughts."- What conclusion did you draw from watching the video? (Thoughts are material, you need to be careful in desires, because you attract what you dream about, think about what you are afraid of.)
- What have you learned today?
V. Homework
- Write an essay about the ability you would like to develop in yourself.
- Draw a cover for any of the literary works read during the year.
