-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Джон Стейнбек
-
- Гроздья гнева
-
- Стр. 550/563
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
The
light
grew
stronger
outside
,
a
gray
metallic
light
.
The
second
little
stick
floated
away
from
the
cat
-
walk
.
Pa
placed
another
one
higher
up
.
«
Sure
climbin
’
,
"
he
said
.
«
I
guess
we
better
do
that
.
»
Ma
turned
restlessly
in
her
sleep
.
Her
eyes
started
wide
open
.
She
cried
sharply
in
warning
,
«
Tom
!
Oh
,
Tom
!
Tom
!
»
Mrs
.
Wainwright
spoke
soothingly
.
The
eyes
flicked
closed
again
and
Ma
squirmed
under
her
dream
.
Mrs
.
Wainwright
got
up
and
walked
to
the
doorway
.
«
Hey
!
»
she
said
softly
.
«
We
ain
’
t
gonna
git
out
soon
.
»
She
pointed
to
the
corner
of
the
car
where
the
apple
box
was
.
«
That
ain
’
t
doin
’
no
good
.
Jus
’
cause
trouble
and
sorra
.
Couldn
’
you
fellas
kinda
—
take
it
out
an
’
bury
it
?
»
The
men
were
silent
.
Pa
said
at
last
,
«
Guess
you
’
re
right
.
Jus
’
cause
sorra
.
’
Gainst
the
law
to
bury
it
.
»
«
They
’
s
lots
a
things
’
gainst
the
law
that
we
can
’
t
he
’
p
doin
’
.
»
«
Yeah
.
»
Al
said
,
«
We
oughta
git
them
truck
sides
tore
off
’
fore
the
water
comes
up
much
more
.
»
Pa
turned
to
Uncle
John
.
«
Will
you
take
an
’
bury
it
while
Al
an
’
me
git
that
lumber
in
?
»
Uncle
John
said
sullenly
,
«
Why
do
I
got
to
do
it
?
Why
don
’
you
fellas
?
I
don
’
like
it
.
»
And
then
,
«
Sure
.
I
’
ll
do
it
.
Sure
,
I
will
.
Come
on
,
give
it
to
me
.
»
His
voice
began
to
rise
.
«
Come
on
!
Give
it
to
me
.
»
