-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Джон Уиндем
-
- День триффидов
-
- Стр. 13/223
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
After
that
my
hand
wasn
’
t
shaking
so
much
.
I
looked
at
my
companion
.
He
was
taking
his
whisky
neat
,
out
of
the
bottle
.
"
You
’
ll
get
drunk
,
"
I
said
.
He
paused
and
turned
his
head
toward
me
.
I
could
have
sworn
that
his
eyes
really
saw
me
.
"
Get
drunk
!
Damn
it
,
I
am
drunk
,
"
he
said
scornfully
.
He
was
so
perfectly
right
that
I
didn
’
t
comment
.
He
brooded
a
moment
before
he
announced
:
"
Gotta
get
drunker
.
Gotta
get
mush
drunker
.
"
He
leaned
closer
.
"
D
’
you
know
what
?
I
’
m
blind
.
Thash
what
I
am
—
blind
’
s
a
bat
.
Everybody
’
s
blind
’
s
a
bat
.
‘
Cept
you
.
Why
aren
’
t
you
blind
’
s
a
bat
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
,
"
I
told
him
.
"
‘
S
that
bloody
comet
.
Thash
what
done
it
.
Green
shootin
’
shtarsh
—
an
’
now
everyone
’
s
blind
’
s
a
hat
.
D
’
ju
shee
green
shootin
’
shtarsh
?
"
"
No
,
"
I
admitted
.
