-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Джоан Роулинг
-
- Гарри Поттер и философский камень
-
- Стр. 25/311
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
They
heard
the
click
of
the
mail
slot
and
flop
of
letters
on
the
doormat
.
"
Get
the
mail
,
Dudley
,
"
said
Uncle
Vernon
from
behind
his
paper
.
"
Make
Harry
get
it
.
"
"
Get
the
mail
,
Harry
.
"
"
Make
Dudley
get
it
.
"
"
Poke
him
with
your
Smelting
stick
,
Dudley
.
"
Harry
dodged
the
Smelting
stick
and
went
to
get
the
mail
.
Three
things
lay
on
the
doormat
:
a
postcard
from
Uncle
Vernon
's
sister
Marge
,
who
was
vacationing
on
the
Isle
of
Wight
,
a
brown
envelope
that
looked
like
a
bill
,
and
--
a
letter
for
Harry
.
Harry
picked
it
up
and
stared
at
it
,
his
heart
twanging
like
a
giant
elastic
band
.
No
one
,
ever
,
in
his
whole
life
,
had
written
to
him
.
Who
would
?
He
had
no
friends
,
no
other
relatives
--
he
did
n't
belong
to
the
library
,
so
he
'd
never
even
got
rude
notes
asking
for
books
back
.
Yet
here
it
was
,
a
letter
,
addressed
so
plainly
there
could
be
no
mistake
:
Mr.
H.
Potter
The
Cupboard
under
the
Stairs
