-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Фрэнк Герберт
-
- Дюна
-
- Стр. 287/972
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
Quietly
,
he
turned
and
left
the
room
.
Jessica
lowered
her
gaze
from
the
reflection
in
the
windows
,
turned
,
and
stared
at
the
closed
door
.
“
Now
we
’
ll
see
some
proper
action
,
”
she
whispered
.
*
*
*
Do
you
wrestle
with
dreams
?
Do
you
contend
with
shadows
?
Do
you
move
in
a
kind
of
sleep
?
Time
has
slipped
away
.
Your
life
is
stolen
.
You
tarried
with
trifles
,
Victim
of
your
folly
.
—
Dirge
for
Jamis
on
the
Funeral
Plain
,
from
“
Songs
of
Muad
’
Dib
”
by
the
Princess
Irulan
LETO
STOOD
in
the
foyer
of
his
house
,
studying
a
note
by
the
light
of
a
single
suspensor
lamp
.
Dawn
was
yet
a
few
hours
away
,
and
he
felt
his
tiredness
.
A
Fremen
messenger
had
brought
the
note
to
the
outer
guard
just
now
as
the
Duke
arrived
from
his
command
post
.
The
note
read
:
“
A
column
of
smoke
by
day
,
a
pillar
of
fire
by
night
.
”
There
was
no
signature
.
