-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Фрэнсис Скотт Фицджеральд
-
- Великий Гэтсби
-
- Стр. 65/165
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
We
passed
a
barrier
of
dark
trees
,
and
then
the
facade
of
Fifty-ninth
Street
,
a
block
of
delicate
pale
light
,
beamed
down
into
the
park
.
Unlike
Gatsby
and
Tom
Buchanan
,
I
had
no
girl
whose
disembodied
face
floated
along
the
dark
cornices
and
blinding
signs
,
and
so
I
drew
up
the
girl
beside
me
,
tightening
my
arms
.
Her
wan
,
scornful
mouth
smiled
,
and
so
I
drew
her
up
again
closer
,
this
time
to
my
face
.
When
I
came
home
to
West
Egg
that
night
I
was
afraid
for
a
moment
that
my
house
was
on
fire
.
Two
o'clock
and
the
whole
corner
of
the
peninsula
was
blazing
with
light
,
which
fell
unreal
on
the
shrubbery
and
made
thin
elongating
glints
upon
the
roadside
wires
.
Turning
a
corner
,
I
saw
that
it
was
Gatsby
's
house
,
lit
from
tower
to
cellar
.
At
first
I
thought
it
was
another
party
,
a
wild
rout
that
had
resolved
itself
into
"
hide-and-go-seek
"
or
"
sardines-in-the-box
"
with
all
the
house
thrown
open
to
the
game
.
But
there
was
n't
a
sound
.
Only
wind
in
the
trees
,
which
blew
the
wires
and
made
the
lights
go
off
and
on
again
as
if
the
house
had
winked
into
the
darkness
.
As
my
taxi
groaned
away
I
saw
Gatsby
walking
toward
me
across
his
lawn
.
"
Your
place
looks
like
the
World
's
Fair
,
"
I
said
.
"
Does
it
?
"
He
turned
his
eyes
toward
it
absently
.
"
I
have
been
glancing
into
some
of
the
rooms
.
Let
's
go
to
Coney
Island
,
old
sport
.
In
my
car
.
"
"
It
's
too
late
.
"
"
Well
,
suppose
we
take
a
plunge
in
the
swimming-pool
?
I
have
n't
made
use
of
it
all
summer
.
"
"
I
've
got
to
go
to
bed
.
"
"
All
right
.
"
He
waited
,
looking
at
me
with
suppressed
eagerness
.
