Pet sematary

PET SEMATARY
КЛАДБИЩЕ ДОМАШНИХ ЖИВОТНЫХ
1983

Here are some people who have written books, telling what they did and why they did those
Things:
John Dean. Henry Kissinger. Adolph Hitler. Caryl Chessman. Jeb Magruder. Napoleon.
Talleyrand. Disraeli. Robert Zimmerman, also known as Bob Dylan. Locke. Charlton Heston.
Errol Flynn. The Ayatollah Khomeini. Gandhi. Charles Olson. Charles Colson. A Victorian
Gentleman. Dr. X.
Most people also believe that God has written a Book, or Books, telling what He did and
Why-at least to a degree-He did those things, and since most of these people also believe
That humans were made in the image of God, then He also may be regarded as a person. . . or,
Mare properly, as a Person.
Here are some people who have not written books, telling what they did. . . and what they
Saw:
The man who buried Hitler. The man who performed the autopsy on John

Wilkes Booth. The
Man who embalmed Elvis Presley. The man who embalmed-badly, most undertakers say-
Pope John XXIII. The twoscore undertakers who cleaned up Jonestown, carrying body bags,
Spearing paper cups with those spikes custodians carry in city parks, waving away the flies.
The man who cremated William Holden. The man who encased the body of Alexander the
Great in gold so it would not rot. The men who mummified the Pharaohs.
Death is a mystery, and burial is a secret.

PART ONE. The Pet Sematary
Jesus said to them, “Our friend Lazarus sleeps, but I go, that I may awake him out of his
Sleep.”
Then the disciples looked at each other, and some smiled because they did not know Jesus had
Spoken in a figure. “Lord. if he sleeps, he shall do well.”
So then Jesus spoke to them more plainly, “Lazarus is dead, yes. . . nevertheless let us go to
Him.”
-JOHN’S GOSPEL (paraphrase)
1
Louis Creed, who had lost his father at three and who had never known a grandfather, never
Expected to find a father as he entered his middle age, but that was exactly what happened. . .
Although he called this man a friend, as a grown man must do. when he finds the man who
Should have been his father relatively late in life. He met this man on the evening he and his
Wife and his two children moved into the big white frame house in Ludlow. Winston
Churchill moved in with them. Church was his daughter Eileen’s cat.
The search committee at the university had moved slowly, the hunt for a house within
Commuting distance of the university had been hair-raising, and by the time they neared the
Place where he believed the house to be-all the landmarks are right. . . like the astrological
Signs the night before Caesar was assassinated, Louis thought morbidly-they were all tired
And tense and on edge. Gage was cutting teeth and fussed almost ceaselessly. He would not
Sleep, no matter how much Rachel sang to him. She offered him the breast even though it was
Off his schedule. Gage knew his dining schedule as well as she-better, maybe-and he
Promptly bit her with his new teeth. Rachel, still not entirely sure about this move to Maine
From Chicago, where she had lived her whole life, burst into tears. Eileen promptly joined her.
In the back of the station wagon, Church continued to pace restlessly as he had done for the
Last three days it had taken them to drive here from Chicago. His yowling from the cat kennel. had been bad, but his restless pacing after they finally gave up and set him free in the car had
Been almost as unnerving.
Louis himself felt a little like crying. A wild but not Unattractive idea suddenly came to him:



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