-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Джон Стейнбек
-
- О мышах и людях
-
- Стр. 8/104
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
Lennie
hesitated
,
backed
away
,
looked
wildly
at
the
brush
line
as
though
he
contemplated
running
for
his
freedom
.
George
said
coldly
,
«
You
gonna
give
me
that
mouse
or
do
I
have
to
sock
you
?
»
«
Give
you
what
,
George
?
»
«
You
know
God
damn
well
what
.
I
want
that
mouse
.
»
Lennie
reluctantly
reached
into
his
pocket
.
His
voice
broke
a
little
.
«
I
don
’
t
know
why
I
can
’
t
keep
it
.
It
ain
’
t
nobody
’
s
mouse
.
I
didn
’
t
steal
it
.
I
found
it
lyin
’
right
beside
the
road
.
»
George
’
s
hand
remained
outstretched
imperiously
.
Slowly
,
like
a
terrier
who
doesn
’
t
want
to
bring
a
ball
to
its
master
,
Lennie
approached
,
drew
back
,
approached
again
.
George
snapped
his
fingers
sharply
,
and
at
the
sound
Lennie
laid
the
mouse
in
his
hand
.
«
I
wasn
’
t
doin
’
nothing
bad
with
it
,
George
.
Jus
’
strokin
’
it
.
»
George
stood
up
and
threw
the
mouse
as
far
as
he
could
into
the
darkening
brush
,
and
then
he
stepped
to
the
pool
and
washed
his
hands
.
«
You
crazy
fool
.
Don
’
t
you
think
I
could
see
your
feet
was
wet
where
you
went
acrost
the
river
to
get
it
?
»
He
heard
Lennie
’
s
whimpering
cry
and
wheeled
about
.
«
Blubberin
’
like
a
baby
!
Jesus
Christ
!
A
big
guy
like
you
.
»
Lennie
’
s
lip
quivered
and
tears
started
in
his
eyes
.
«
Aw
,
Lennie
!
»
George
put
his
hand
on
Lennie
’
s
shoulder
.
«
I
ain
’
t
takin
’
it
away
jus
’
for
meanness
.
That
mouse
ain
’
t
fresh
,
Lennie
;
and
besides
,
you
’
ve
broke
it
pettin
’
it
.
You
get
another
mouse
that
’
s
fresh
and
I
’
ll
let
you
keep
it
a
little
while
.
»
Lennie
sat
down
on
the
ground
and
hung
his
head
dejectedly
.
«
I
don
’
t
know
where
there
is
no
other
mouse
.
I
remember
a
lady
used
to
give
‘
em
to
me
—
ever
’
one
she
got
.
But
that
lady
ain
’
t
here
.
»
George
scoffed
.
«
Lady
,
huh
?
Don
’
t
even
remember
who
that
lady
was
.
That
was
your
own
Aunt
Clara
.
An
’
she
stopped
givin
’
‘
em
to
ya
.
You
always
killed
‘
em
.
»
