-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Маргарет Митчелл
-
- Унесенные ветром
-
- Стр. 364/927
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
Scarlett
was
loath
to
put
down
the
wallet
.
Bright
vistas
opened
before
her
--
real
money
,
the
Yankee
's
horse
,
food
!
There
was
a
God
after
all
,
and
He
did
provide
,
even
if
He
did
take
very
odd
ways
of
providing
.
She
sat
on
her
haunches
and
stared
at
the
wallet
smiling
.
Food
!
Melanie
plucked
it
from
her
hands
--
"
Hurry
!
"
she
said
.
The
trouser
pockets
yielded
nothing
except
a
candle
end
,
a
jackknife
,
a
plug
of
tobacco
and
a
bit
of
twine
.
Melanie
removed
from
the
knapsack
a
small
package
of
coffee
which
she
sniffed
as
if
it
were
the
sweetest
of
perfumes
,
hardtack
and
,
her
face
changing
,
a
miniature
of
a
little
girl
in
a
gold
frame
set
with
seed
pearls
,
a
garnet
brooch
,
two
broad
gold
bracelets
with
tiny
dangling
gold
chains
,
a
gold
thimble
,
a
small
silver
baby
's
cup
,
gold
embroidery
scissors
,
a
diamond
solitaire
ring
and
a
pair
of
earrings
with
pendant
pear-shaped
diamonds
,
which
even
their
unpracticed
eyes
could
tell
were
well
over
a
carat
each
.
"
A
thief
!
"
whispered
Melanie
,
recoiling
from
the
still
body
.
"
Scarlett
,
he
must
have
stolen
all
of
this
!
"
"
Of
course
,
"
said
Scarlett
.
"
And
he
came
here
hoping
to
steal
more
from
us
.
"
"
I
'm
glad
you
killed
him
,
"
said
Melanie
her
gentle
eyes
hard
.
"
Now
hurry
,
darling
,
and
get
him
out
of
here
.
"
Scarlett
bent
over
,
caught
the
dead
man
by
his
boots
and
tugged
.
How
heavy
he
was
and
how
weak
she
suddenly
felt
.
Suppose
she
should
n't
be
able
to
move
him
?
Turning
so
that
she
backed
the
corpse
,
she
caught
a
heavy
boot
under
each
arm
and
threw
her
weight
forward
.
He
moved
and
she
jerked
again
.
Her
sore
foot
,
forgotten
in
the
excitement
,
now
gave
a
tremendous
throb
that
made
her
grit
her
teeth
and
shift
her
weight
to
the
heel
.
Tugging
and
straining
,
perspiration
dripping
from
her
forehead
,
she
dragged
him
down
the
hall
,
a
red
stain
following
her
path
.
"
If
he
bleeds
across
the
yard
,
we
ca
n't
hide
it
,
"
she
gasped
.
"
Give
me
your
shimmy
,
Melanie
,
and
I
'll
wad
it
around
his
head
.
"
Melanie
's
white
face
went
crimson
.
