-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Айн Рэнд
-
- Атлант расправил плечи
-
- Стр. 1258/1581
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
Cherryl
unlocked
the
door
and
slipped
in
quietly
,
almost
surreptitiously
,
as
if
hoping
not
to
be
seen
or
to
see
the
place
which
was
her
home
.
The
sense
of
Dagny
’
s
presence
—
of
Dagny
’
s
world
—
had
supported
her
on
her
way
back
,
but
when
she
entered
her
own
apartment
the
walls
seemed
to
swallow
her
again
into
the
suffocation
of
a
trap
.
The
apartment
was
silent
;
a
wedge
of
light
cut
across
the
anteroom
from
a
door
left
half
-
open
.
She
dragged
herself
mechanically
in
the
direction
of
her
room
.
Then
she
stopped
.
The
open
band
of
light
was
the
door
of
Jim
’
s
study
,
and
on
the
illuminated
strip
of
its
carpet
she
saw
a
woman
’
s
hat
with
a
feather
stirring
faintly
in
a
draft
.
She
took
a
step
forward
.
The
room
was
empty
,
she
saw
two
glasses
,
one
on
a
table
,
the
other
on
the
floor
,
and
a
woman
’
s
purse
lying
on
the
seat
of
an
armchair
.
She
stood
,
in
unexacting
stupor
,
until
she
heard
the
muffled
drawl
of
two
voices
behind
the
door
of
Jim
’
s
bedroom
;
she
could
not
distinguish
the
words
,
only
the
quality
of
the
sounds
:
Jim
’
s
voice
had
a
tone
of
irritation
,
the
woman
’
s
—
of
contempt
.
Then
she
found
herself
in
her
own
room
,
fumbling
frantically
to
lock
her
door
.
She
had
been
flung
here
by
the
blind
panic
of
escape
,
as
if
it
were
she
who
had
to
hide
,
she
who
had
to
run
from
the
ugliness
of
being
seen
in
the
act
of
seeing
them
—
a
panic
made
of
revulsion
,
of
pity
,
of
embarrassment
,
of
that
mental
chastity
which
recoils
from
confronting
a
man
with
the
unanswerable
proof
of
his
evil
.
She
stood
in
the
middle
of
her
room
,
unable
to
grasp
what
action
was
now
possible
to
her
.
Then
her
knees
gave
way
,
folding
gently
,
she
found
herself
sitting
on
the
floor
and
she
stayed
there
,
staring
at
the
carpet
,
shaking
.
It
was
neither
anger
nor
jealousy
nor
indignation
,
but
the
blank
horror
of
dealing
with
the
grotesquely
senseless
.
It
was
the
knowledge
that
neither
their
marriage
nor
his
love
for
her
nor
his
insistence
on
holding
her
nor
his
love
for
that
other
woman
nor
this
gratuitous
adultery
had
any
meaning
whatever
,
that
there
was
no
shred
of
sense
in
any
of
it
and
no
use
to
grope
for
explanations
.
She
had
always
thought
of
evil
as
purposeful
,
as
a
means
to
some
end
;
what
she
was
seeing
now
was
evil
for
evil
’
s
sake
.
She
did
not
know
how
long
she
had
sat
there
,
when
she
heard
their
steps
and
voices
,
then
the
sound
of
the
front
door
closing
.
She
got
up
,
with
no
purpose
in
mind
,
but
impelled
by
some
instinct
from
the
past
,
as
if
acting
in
a
vacuum
where
honesty
was
not
relevant
any
longer
,
but
knowing
no
other
way
to
act
.
She
met
Jim
in
the
anteroom
.
For
a
moment
,
they
looked
at
each
other
as
if
neither
could
believe
the
other
’
s
reality
.
