-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Джоан Роулинг
-
- Гарри Поттер и Кубок огня
-
- Стр. 85/658
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
The
great
shamrock
dissolved
,
the
leprechauns
drifted
down
onto
the
field
on
the
opposite
side
from
the
veela
,
and
settled
themselves
cross-legged
to
watch
the
match
.
"
And
now
,
ladies
and
gentlemen
,
kindly
welcome
-
the
Bulgarian
National
Quidditch
Team
!
I
give
you
-
Dimitrov
!
"
A
scarlet-clad
figure
on
a
broomstick
,
moving
so
fast
it
was
blurred
,
shot
out
onto
the
field
from
an
entrance
far
below
,
to
wild
applause
from
the
Bulgarian
supporters
.
"
Ivanova
!
"
A
second
scarlet-robed
player
zoomed
out
.
"
Zograf
!
Levski
!
Vulchanov
!
Volkov
!
Aaaaaaand
-
Krum
!
"
"
That
's
him
,
that
's
him
!
"
yelled
Ron
,
following
Krum
with
his
Omnioculars
.
Harry
quickly
focused
his
own
.
Viktor
Krum
was
thin
,
dark
,
and
sallow-skinned
,
with
a
large
curved
nose
and
thick
black
eyebrows
.
He
looked
like
an
overgrown
bird
of
prey
.
It
was
hard
to
believe
he
was
only
eighteen
.
"
And
now
,
please
greet
-
the
Irish
National
Quidditch
Team
!
"
yelled
Bagman
.
"
Presenting
-
Connolly
!
Ryan
!
Troy
!
Mullet
!
Moran
!
Quigley
!
Aaaaaand
-
Lynch
!
"
Seven
green
blurs
swept
onto
the
field
;
Harry
spun
a
small
dial
on
the
side
of
his
Omnioculars
and
slowed
the
players
down
enough
to
read
the
word
"
Firebolt
"
on
each
of
their
brooms
and
see
their
names
,
embroidered
in
silver
,
upon
their
backs
.
