-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Джон Стейнбек
-
- Зима тревоги нашей
-
- Стр. 107/385
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
I
glanced
at
the
kids
to
see
how
they
were
handling
it
.
They
knew
they
were
being
taken
.
I
think
they
wondered
whether
Margie
Young
-
Hunt
knew
it
.
They
were
still
looking
for
an
escape
.
I
dropped
the
beam
full
on
them
.
"
Of
course
they
like
to
hear
compliments
,
"
I
said
,
"
but
we
’
re
holding
them
up
.
They
’
ll
miss
the
movie
if
we
don
’
t
let
them
get
to
it
.
"
Margie
had
the
grace
not
to
laugh
and
Mary
gave
me
a
quick
and
startled
look
of
admiration
.
They
hadn
’
t
even
asked
to
go
to
the
movie
.
Even
if
teen
-
age
children
aren
’
t
making
a
sound
,
it
’
s
quieter
when
they
’
re
gone
.
They
put
a
boiling
in
the
air
around
them
.
As
they
left
,
the
whole
house
seemed
to
sigh
and
settle
.
No
wonder
poltergeists
infest
only
houses
with
adolescent
children
.
The
three
of
us
circled
warily
around
the
subject
each
one
knew
was
coming
.
I
went
to
the
glass
-
fronted
cabinet
and
took
out
three
long
-
stemmed
,
lily
-
shaped
glasses
,
cotton
twist
,
brought
home
from
England
,
heaven
knows
how
long
ago
.
And
I
poured
from
a
basket
-
covered
gallon
jug
,
dark
and
discolored
with
age
.
"
Jamaica
rum
,
"
I
said
.
"
Hawleys
were
seamen
.
"
"
Must
be
very
old
,
"
said
Margie
Young
-
Hunt
.
"
Older
than
you
or
me
or
my
father
.
"
"
It
’
ll
take
the
top
of
your
head
off
,
"
Mary
said
.
"
Well
,
this
must
be
a
party
.
Ethan
only
gets
it
out
for
weddings
and
funerals
.
Do
you
think
it
’
s
all
right
,
dear
?
Just
before
Easter
,
I
mean
?
"
"
The
Sacrament
isn
’
t
Coca
-
Cola
,
my
darling
.
"
