-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Айн Рэнд
-
- Атлант расправил плечи
-
- Стр. 739/1581
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
He
stood
up
,
when
the
judges
called
upon
him
to
do
so
.
He
wore
a
gray
suit
,
he
had
pale
blue
eyes
and
blond
hair
;
it
was
not
the
colors
that
made
his
figure
seem
icily
implacable
,
it
was
the
fact
that
the
suit
had
an
expensive
simplicity
seldom
flaunted
these
days
,
that
it
belonged
in
the
sternly
luxurious
office
of
a
rich
corporation
,
that
his
bearing
came
from
a
civilized
era
and
clashed
with
the
place
around
him
.
The
crowd
knew
from
the
newspapers
that
he
represented
the
evil
of
ruthless
wealth
;
and
—
as
they
praised
the
virtue
of
chastity
,
then
ran
to
see
any
movie
that
displayed
a
half
-
naked
female
on
its
posters
—
so
they
came
to
see
him
;
evil
,
at
least
,
did
not
have
the
stale
hopelessness
of
a
bromide
which
none
believed
and
none
dared
to
challenge
.
They
looked
at
him
without
admiration
—
admiration
was
a
feeling
they
had
lost
the
capacity
to
experience
,
long
ago
;
they
looked
with
curiosity
and
with
a
dim
sense
of
defiance
against
those
who
had
told
them
that
it
was
their
duty
to
hate
him
.
A
few
years
ago
,
they
would
have
jeered
at
his
air
of
self
-
confident
wealth
.
But
today
,
there
was
a
slate
-
gray
sky
in
the
windows
of
the
courtroom
,
which
promised
the
first
snowstorm
of
a
long
,
hard
winter
;
the
last
of
the
country
’
s
oil
was
vanishing
,
and
the
coal
mines
were
not
able
to
keep
up
with
the
hysterical
scramble
for
winter
supplies
.
The
crowd
in
the
courtroom
remembered
that
this
was
the
case
which
had
cost
them
the
services
of
Ken
Danagger
.
There
were
rumors
that
the
output
of
the
Danagger
Coal
Company
had
fallen
perceptibly
within
one
month
;
the
newspapers
said
that
it
was
merely
a
matter
of
readjustment
while
Danagger
’
s
cousin
was
reorganizing
the
company
he
had
taken
over
.
Last
week
,
the
front
pages
had
carried
the
story
of
a
catastrophe
on
the
site
of
a
housing
project
under
construction
:
defective
steel
girders
had
collapsed
,
killing
four
workmen
;
the
newspapers
had
not
mentioned
,
but
the
crowd
knew
,
that
the
girders
had
come
from
Orren
Boyle
’
s
Associated
Steel
.
They
sat
in
the
courtroom
in
heavy
silence
and
they
looked
at
the
tall
,
gray
figure
,
not
with
hope
—
they
were
losing
the
capacity
to
hope
—
but
with
an
impassive
neutrality
spiked
by
a
faint
question
mark
;
the
question
mark
was
placed
over
all
the
pious
slogans
they
had
heard
for
years
.
The
newspapers
had
snarled
that
the
cause
of
the
country
’
s
troubles
,
as
this
case
demonstrated
,
was
the
selfish
greed
of
rich
industrialists
;
that
it
was
men
like
Hank
Rearden
who
were
to
blame
for
the
shrinking
diet
,
the
falling
temperature
and
the
cracking
roofs
in
the
homes
of
the
nation
;
that
if
it
had
not
been
for
men
who
broke
regulations
and
hampered
the
government
’
s
plans
,
prosperity
would
have
been
achieved
long
ago
;
and
that
a
man
like
Hank
Rearden
was
prompted
by
nothing
but
the
profit
motive
.
This
last
was
stated
without
explanation
or
elaboration
,
as
if
the
words
"
profit
motive
"
were
the
self
-
evident
brand
of
ultimate
evil
.
The
crowd
remembered
that
these
same
newspapers
,
less
than
two
years
ago
,
had
screamed
that
the
production
of
Rearden
Metal
should
be
forbidden
,
because
its
producer
was
endangering
people
’
s
lives
for
the
sake
of
his
greed
;
they
remembered
that
the
man
in
gray
had
ridden
in
the
cab
of
the
first
engine
to
run
over
a
track
of
his
own
Metal
;
and
that
he
was
now
on
trial
for
the
greedy
crime
of
withholding
from
the
public
a
load
of
the
Metal
which
it
had
been
his
greedy
crime
to
offer
in
the
public
market
.
According
to
the
procedure
established
by
directives
,
cases
of
this
kind
were
not
tried
by
a
jury
,
but
by
a
panel
of
three
judges
appointed
by
the
Bureau
of
Economic
Planning
and
National
Resources
;
the
procedure
,
the
directives
had
stated
,
was
to
be
informal
and
democratic
.
The
judge
’
s
bench
had
been
removed
from
the
old
Philadelphia
courtroom
for
this
occasion
,
and
replaced
by
a
table
on
a
wooden
platform
;
it
gave
the
room
an
atmosphere
suggesting
the
kind
of
meeting
where
a
presiding
body
puts
something
over
on
a
mentally
retarded
membership
.
One
of
the
judges
,
acting
as
prosecutor
,
had
read
the
charges
.
"
You
may
now
offer
whatever
plea
you
wish
to
make
in
your
own
defense
,
"
he
announced
.
