-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Джон Стейнбек
-
- Гроздья гнева
-
- Стр. 322/563
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
If
that
fella
’
ll
work
for
thirty
cents
,
I
’
ll
work
for
twenty
-
five
.
If
he
’
ll
take
twenty
-
five
,
I
’
ll
do
it
for
twenty
.
No
,
me
,
I
’
m
hungry
.
I
’
ll
work
for
fifteen
.
I
’
ll
work
for
food
.
The
kids
.
You
ought
to
see
them
.
Little
boils
,
like
,
comin
’
out
,
an
’
they
can
’
t
run
aroun
’
.
Give
’
em
some
windfall
fruit
,
an
’
they
bloated
up
.
Me
,
I
’
ll
work
for
a
little
piece
of
meat
.
And
this
was
good
,
for
wages
went
down
and
prices
stayed
up
.
The
great
owners
were
glad
and
they
sent
out
more
handbills
to
bring
more
people
in
.
And
wages
went
down
and
prices
stayed
up
.
And
pretty
soon
now
we
’
ll
have
serfs
again
.
And
now
the
great
owners
and
the
companies
invented
a
new
method
.
A
great
owner
bought
a
cannery
.
And
when
the
peaches
and
the
pears
were
ripe
he
cut
the
price
of
fruit
below
the
cost
of
raising
it
.
And
as
cannery
owner
he
paid
himself
a
low
price
for
the
fruit
and
kept
the
price
of
canned
goods
up
and
took
his
profit
.
And
the
little
farmers
who
owned
no
canneries
lost
their
farms
,
and
they
were
taken
by
the
great
owners
,
the
banks
,
and
the
companies
who
also
owned
the
canneries
.
As
time
went
on
,
there
were
fewer
farms
.
The
little
farmers
moved
into
town
for
a
while
and
exhausted
their
credit
,
exhausted
their
friends
,
their
relatives
.
And
then
they
too
went
on
the
highways
.
And
the
roads
were
crowded
with
men
ravenous
for
work
,
murderous
for
work
.
And
the
companies
,
the
banks
worked
at
their
own
doom
and
they
did
not
know
it
.
The
fields
were
fruitful
,
and
starving
men
moved
on
the
roads
The
granaries
were
full
and
the
children
of
the
poor
grew
up
rachitic
,
and
the
pustules
of
pellagra
swelled
on
their
sides
.
The
great
companies
did
not
know
that
the
line
between
hunger
and
anger
is
a
thin
line
.
And
money
that
might
have
gone
to
wages
went
for
gas
,
for
guns
,
for
agents
and
spies
,
for
blacklists
,
for
drilling
.
On
the
highways
the
people
moved
like
ants
and
searched
for
work
,
for
food
.
And
the
anger
began
to
ferment
.
It
was
late
when
Tom
Joad
drove
along
a
country
road
looking
for
the
Weedpatch
camp
.
There
were
few
lights
in
the
countryside
.
Only
a
sky
glare
behind
showed
the
direction
of
Bakersfield
.
The
truck
jiggled
slowly
along
and
hunting
cats
left
the
road
ahead
of
it
.
At
a
crossroad
there
was
a
little
cluster
of
white
wooden
buildings
.
Ma
was
sleeping
in
the
seat
and
Pa
had
been
silent
and
withdrawn
for
a
long
time
.
Tom
said
,
«
I
don
’
know
where
she
is
.
Maybe
we
’
ll
wait
till
daylight
an
’
ast
somebody
.
»
He
stopped
at
a
boulevard
signal
and
another
car
stopped
at
the
crossing
.
Tom
leaned
out
.
«
Hey
,
mister
.
Know
where
the
big
camp
is
at
?
»
