-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Джек Лондон
-
- Межзвёздный скиталец
-
- Стр. 107/210
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
When
,
at
the
conclusion
of
my
first
ten
days
'
term
in
the
jacket
,
I
was
brought
back
to
consciousness
by
Doctor
Jackson
's
thumb
pressing
open
an
eyelid
,
I
opened
both
eyes
and
smiled
up
into
the
face
of
Warden
Atherton
.
"
Too
cussed
to
live
and
too
mean
to
die
,
"
was
his
comment
.
"
The
ten
days
are
up
,
Warden
,
"
I
whispered
.
"
Well
,
we
're
going
to
unlace
you
,
"
he
growled
.
"
It
is
not
that
,
"
I
said
.
"
You
observed
my
smile
.
You
remember
we
had
a
little
wager
.
Do
n't
bother
to
unlace
me
first
.
Just
give
the
Bull
Durham
and
cigarette
papers
to
Morrell
and
Oppenheimer
.
And
for
full
measure
here
's
another
smile
.
"
"
Oh
,
I
know
your
kind
,
Standing
,
"
the
Warden
lectured
.
"
But
it
wo
n't
get
you
anything
.
If
I
do
n't
break
you
,
you
'll
break
all
strait-jacket
records
.
"
"
He
's
broken
them
already
,
"
Doctor
Jackson
said
.
"
Who
ever
heard
of
a
man
smiling
after
ten
days
of
it
?
"
"
Well
and
bluff
,
"
Warden
Atherton
answered
.
"
Unlace
him
,
Hutchins
.
"
"
Why
such
haste
?
"
I
queried
,
in
a
whisper
,
of
course
,
for
so
low
had
life
ebbed
in
me
that
it
required
all
the
little
strength
I
possessed
and
all
the
will
of
me
to
be
able
to
whisper
even
.
"
Why
such
haste
?
I
do
n't
have
to
catch
a
train
,
and
I
am
so
confounded
comfortable
as
I
am
that
I
prefer
not
to
be
disturbed
.
"
