[английский] Dozois, Gardner - Modern Classics of Science Fiction / Дозуа, Гарднер - Современная классика НФ [2013, EPUB, ENG]

The Country of the Kind/ Страна милостивых by Damon Knight
Aristotle and the Gun/ Аристотель и оружие by L. Sprague de Camp
The Other Celia/ Другая Селия by Theodore Sturgeon
Casey Agonistesby Richard McKenna
Mother Hitton's Littul Kittons/ «Малинькие катята» матери Хиттон by Cordwainer Smith
The Moon Moth/ Лунная моль by Jack Vance
The Golden Hornby Edgar Pangborn
The Lady Margaret (= The Lady Anne)by Keith Roberts
This Moment of the Storm/ Момент бури by Roger Zelazny
Narrow Valley/ Узкая долина by R. A. Lafferty
Driftglass/ Стекляшки by Samuel R. Delany
The Worm That Flies/ Летающий червяк by Brian W. Aldiss
The Fifth Head of Cerberus/ Пятая голова Цербера by Gene Wolfe
Nobody's Homeby Joanna Russ
Her Smoke Rose Up Foreverby James Tiptree, Jr.
The Barrow/ Курган by Ursula K. Le Guin
Particle Theory/ Корпускулярная теория by Edward Bryant
The Ugly Chickens/ Гадкие цыплята by Howard Waldrop
Going Underby Jack Dann
Salvador/ Сальвадор by Lucius Shepard
Pretty Boy Crossoverby Pat Cadigan
The Pure Productby John Kessel
The Winter Market/ Зимний рынок by William Gibson
Chance/ Случайность by Connie Willis
The Edge of the World/ Край мира by Michael Swanwick
Dori Bangs/ Дори Бэнгс by Bruce Sterling

L. SPRAGUE DE CAMPAristotle and the GunFrom:Sherman Weaver, LibrarianThe PalacePaumanok, SewanhakiSachimate of LenapeFlower Moon 3, 3097To:
Messire Markos Koukidas
Consulate of the Balkan Commonwealth
Kataapa, Muskhogian Federation
My dear Consul:
You have no doubt heard of our glorious victory at Ptaksit, when our noble Sachim destroyed the armored chivalry of the Mengwe by the brilliant use of pikemen and archery. (I suggested it to him years ago but never mind.) Sagoyewatha and most of his Senecas fell, and the Oneidas broke before our countercharge. The envoys from the Grand Council of the Long House arrive tomorrow for a peace-pauwau. The roads to the South are open again, so I send you my long-promised account of the events that brought me from my own world into this one.
If you could have stayed longer on your last visit, I think I could have made the matter clear, despite the language difficulty and my hardness of hearing. But perhaps, if I give you a simple narrative, in the order in which things happened to me, truth will transpire.
Know, then, that I was born into a world that looks like this on on the map, but is very different as regards human affairs. I tried to tell you of some of the triumphs of our natural philosophers, of our machines and discoveries. No doubt you thought me a first-class liar, though you were too polite to say so.
Nonetheless, my tale is true, though for reasons that will appear I cannot prove it. I was one of those natural philosophers. I commanded a group of younger philosophers, engaged in a task called a project, at a center of learning named Brookhaven, on the south shore of Sewanhaki twenty parasangs east of Paumanok. Paumanok itself was known as Brooklyn, and formed part of an even larger city called New York.
My project had to do with the study of space-time. (Never mind what that means but read on.) At this center we had learned to get vast amounts of power from sea water by what we called a fusion process. By this process we could concentrate so much power in a small space that we could warp the entity called space-time and cause things to travel in time as our other machines traveled in space.
. . .