-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Джон Фоулз
-
- Коллекционер
-
- Стр. 184/299
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
Take
it
easy
,
said
Piers
.
It
’
s
only
a
record
.
I
suppose
he
was
angry
,
he
must
have
known
it
was
a
stupid
thing
to
say
.
You
think
that
’
s
only
a
record
,
G
.
P
.
said
.
Is
that
it
?
It
’
s
just
a
record
?
Are
you
like
this
stupid
little
bitch
’
s
aunt
—
do
you
think
Rembrandt
got
the
teeniest
bit
bored
when
he
painted
?
Do
you
think
Bach
made
funny
faces
and
giggled
when
he
wrote
that
?
Do
you
?
Piers
looked
deflated
,
almost
frightened
.
Well
,
DO
YOU
?
shouted
G
.
P
.
He
was
terrible
.
Both
ways
.
He
was
terrible
,
because
he
had
started
it
all
,
he
had
determined
to
behave
in
that
way
.
And
wonderfully
terrible
,
because
passion
is
something
you
never
see
.
I
’
ve
grown
up
among
people
who
’
ve
always
tried
to
hide
passion
.
He
was
raw
.
Naked
.
Trembling
with
rage
.
Piers
said
,
we
’
re
not
as
old
as
you
are
.
It
was
pathetic
,
feeble
.
Showed
him
up
for
what
he
really
is
.
Christ
,
said
G
.
P
.
Art
students
.
ART
students
.
I
can
’
t
write
what
he
said
next
.
Even
Antoinette
looked
shocked
.
We
just
turned
and
went
.
The
studio
door
slammed
behind
us
when
we
were
on
the
stairs
.
I
hissed
a
damn
-
you
at
Piers
at
the
bottom
and
pushed
them
out
.
Darling
,
he
’
ll
murder
you
,
said
Antoinette
.
I
shut
the
door
and
waited
.
After
a
moment
I
heard
the
music
again
.
I
went
up
the
stairs
and
very
slowly
opened
the
door
.
Perhaps
he
heard
,
I
don
’
t
know
,
but
he
didn
’
t
look
up
and
I
sat
on
a
stool
near
the
door
until
it
was
finished
.
He
said
,
what
do
you
want
,
Miranda
?
