-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Джек Лондон
-
- Межзвёздный скиталец
-
- Стр. 148/210
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
"
Eating
?
--
drinking
?
--
fighting
?
"
"
And
loving
,
"
I
added
.
"
We
must
have
our
women
in
heaven
,
else
what
is
heaven
for
?
"
"
I
do
not
like
your
heaven
,
"
she
said
.
"
It
is
a
mad
place
,
a
beast
place
,
a
place
of
frost
and
storm
and
fury
.
"
"
And
your
heaven
?
"
I
questioned
.
"
Is
always
unending
summer
,
with
the
year
at
the
ripe
for
the
fruits
and
flowers
and
growing
things
.
"
I
shook
my
head
and
growled
:
"
I
do
not
like
your
heaven
.
It
is
a
sad
place
,
a
soft
place
,
a
place
for
weaklings
and
eunuchs
and
fat
,
sobbing
shadows
of
men
.
"
My
remarks
must
have
glamoured
her
mind
,
for
her
eyes
continued
to
sparkle
,
and
mine
was
half
a
guess
that
she
was
leading
me
on
.
"
My
heaven
,
"
she
said
,
"
is
the
abode
of
the
blest
.
"
