-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Джон Стейнбек
-
- Гроздья гнева
-
- Стр. 316/563
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
For
a
long
time
the
bearded
man
stared
at
him
.
«
No
,
"
he
said
at
last
.
«
But
they
’
ll
burn
ya
out
.
»
The
unsteady
eyes
dropped
to
the
ground
.
«
I
know
.
They
done
it
before
.
»
«
Well
,
why
the
hell
don
’
t
ya
get
out
?
»
The
bewildered
eyes
looked
up
for
a
moment
,
and
then
down
again
,
and
the
dying
firelight
was
reflected
redly
.
«
I
don
’
know
.
Takes
so
long
to
git
stuff
together
.
»
«
You
won
’
t
have
nothin
’
if
they
burn
ya
out
.
»
«
I
know
.
You
ain
’
t
leavin
’
nothin
’
a
fella
could
use
?
»
«
Cleaned
out
,
slick
,
"
said
Pa
.
The
bearded
man
vaguely
wandered
away
.
«
What
’
s
a
matter
with
him
?
»
Pa
demanded
.
«
Cop
-
happy
,
"
said
Tom
.
«
Fella
was
sayin
’
—
he
’
s
bull
-
simple
.
Been
beat
over
the
head
too
much
.
»
A
second
little
caravan
drove
past
the
camp
and
climbed
to
the
road
and
moved
away
.
