-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Айн Рэнд
-
- Атлант расправил плечи
-
- Стр. 427/1581
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
Four
distant
smokestacks
stood
like
flagpoles
,
with
coils
of
smoke
weaving
slowly
about
them
,
like
long
banners
at
half
-
mast
in
the
reddish
glow
of
the
evening
.
Mr
.
Mowen
had
lived
with
every
smokestack
of
that
skyline
since
the
days
of
his
father
and
grandfather
.
He
had
seen
the
conveyor
belt
from
his
office
window
for
thirty
years
.
That
the
Quinn
Ball
Bearing
Company
should
vanish
from
across
the
street
had
seemed
inconceivable
;
he
had
known
about
Quinn
’
s
decision
and
had
not
believed
it
;
or
rather
,
he
had
believed
it
as
he
believed
any
words
he
heard
or
spoke
:
as
sounds
that
bore
no
fixed
relation
to
physical
reality
.
Now
he
knew
that
it
was
real
.
He
stood
by
the
flatcars
on
the
siding
as
if
he
still
had
a
chance
to
stop
them
.
"
It
isn
’
t
right
,
"
he
said
;
he
was
speaking
to
the
skyline
at
large
,
but
the
young
man
above
was
the
only
part
of
it
that
could
hear
him
.
"
That
’
s
not
the
way
it
was
in
my
father
’
s
time
.
I
’
m
not
a
big
shot
.
I
don
’
t
want
to
fight
anybody
.
What
’
s
the
matter
with
the
world
?
"
There
was
no
answer
.
"
Now
you
,
for
instance
—
are
they
taking
you
along
to
Colorado
?
"
"
Me
?
No
.
I
don
’
t
work
here
.
I
’
m
just
transient
labor
.
Just
picked
up
this
job
helping
to
lug
the
stuff
out
.
"
"
Well
,
where
are
you
going
to
go
when
they
move
away
?
"
"
Haven
’
t
any
idea
.
"
