-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Айн Рэнд
-
- Атлант расправил плечи
-
- Стр. 1156/1581
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
"
Well
,
what
’
s
your
rate
of
exchange
?
How
much
is
it
in
our
normal
money
?
"
"
There
is
no
rate
of
exchange
,
Miss
Taggart
.
No
amount
of
physical
—
or
spiritual
—
currency
,
whose
sole
standard
of
value
is
the
decree
of
Mr
.
Wesley
Mouch
,
will
buy
these
cigarettes
.
"
"
I
see
.
"
He
reached
into
his
pocket
,
took
out
the
package
and
handed
it
to
her
.
"
I
’
ll
give
them
to
you
,
Miss
Taggart
,
"
he
said
,
"
because
you
’
ve
earned
them
many
times
over
—
and
because
you
need
them
for
the
same
purpose
we
do
.
"
"
What
purpose
?
"
"
To
remind
us
—
in
moments
of
discouragement
,
in
the
loneliness
of
exile
—
of
our
true
homeland
,
which
has
always
been
yours
,
too
,
Miss
Taggart
.
"
"
Thank
you
,
"
she
said
.
She
put
the
cigarettes
in
her
pocket
;
he
saw
that
her
hand
was
trembling
.
When
they
reached
the
fourth
of
the
five
mileposts
,
they
had
been
silent
for
a
long
time
,
with
no
strength
left
for
anything
but
the
effort
of
moving
their
feet
.
Far
ahead
,
they
saw
a
dot
of
light
,
too
low
on
the
horizon
and
too
harshly
clear
to
be
a
star
.
They
kept
watching
it
,
as
they
walked
,
and
said
nothing
until
they
became
certain
that
it
was
a
powerful
electric
beacon
blazing
in
the
midst
of
the
empty
prairie
.
"
What
is
that
?
"
she
asked
.
