-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Джон Стейнбек
-
- Зима тревоги нашей
-
- Стр. 242/385
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
"
How
’
d
you
like
—
"
"
Yeah
!
"
A
lady
does
not
wander
—
not
in
New
Baytown
.
She
must
be
going
someplace
,
have
some
business
,
however
small
and
meaningless
.
As
she
walked
in
dotted
steps
along
the
High
Street
,
she
bowed
and
spoke
to
passers
-
by
and
reviewed
them
automatically
.
Mr
.
Hall
—
he
was
living
on
credit
,
had
been
for
some
time
.
Stoney
—
a
tough
,
male
man
,
but
what
woman
could
live
on
a
cop
’
s
salary
or
pension
?
Besides
,
he
was
her
friend
.
Harold
Beck
with
real
estate
and
plenty
of
it
,
but
Harold
was
queer
as
a
duck
.
He
himself
was
probably
the
only
person
in
the
world
who
didn
’
t
know
it
.
MacDowell
—
"
So
nice
to
see
you
,
sir
.
How
’
s
Milly
?
"
Impossible
—
Scottish
,
tight
,
tied
to
his
wife
—
an
invalid
,
the
kind
who
lives
forever
.
He
was
a
secret
.
No
one
knew
what
he
was
worth
.
Dew
-
eyed
Donald
Randolph
—
wonderful
on
the
next
bar
stool
,
a
barroom
gentleman
whose
manners
penetrated
deep
into
his
drunkenness
,
but
useless
unless
you
wanted
to
keep
house
on
a
bar
stool
.
Harold
Luce
—
it
was
said
that
he
was
related
to
the
publisher
of
Time
magazine
but
who
said
it
,
himself
?
A
flinty
man
who
had
a
reputation
for
wisdom
based
on
his
lack
of
the
power
of
speech
.
Ed
Wantoner
—
a
liar
,
a
cheat
,
and
a
thief
.
Supposed
to
be
loaded
and
his
wife
was
dying
,
but
Ed
trusted
no
one
.
He
didn
’
t
even
trust
his
dog
not
to
run
away
.
Kept
it
tied
up
and
howling
.
