-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Марио Пьюзо
-
- Крестный отец
-
- Стр. 130/319
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
He
had
given
his
first
wife
everything
he
owned
when
he
divorced
her
.
He
had
made
sure
his
two
daughters
would
get
a
piece
of
everything
he
made
,
every
record
,
every
movie
,
every
club
date
.
And
when
he
had
been
rich
and
famous
he
had
refused
his
first
wife
nothing
.
He
had
helped
out
all
her
brothers
and
sisters
,
her
father
and
mother
,
the
girl
friends
she
had
gone
to
school
with
and
their
families
.
He
had
never
been
a
stuck-up
celebrity
.
He
had
sung
at
the
weddings
of
his
wife
's
two
younger
sisters
,
something
he
hated
to
do
.
He
had
never
refused
her
anything
except
the
complete
surrender
of
his
own
personality
.
And
then
when
he
had
touched
bottom
,
when
he
could
no
longer
get
movie
work
,
when
he
could
no
longer
sing
,
when
his
second
wife
had
betrayed
him
,
he
had
gone
to
spend
a
few
days
with
Ginny
and
his
daughters
.
He
had
more
or
less
flung
himself
on
her
mercy
one
night
because
he
felt
so
lousy
.
That
day
he
had
heard
one
of
his
recordings
and
he
had
sounded
so
terrible
that
he
accused
the
song
technicians
of
sabotaging
the
record
.
Until
finally
he
had
become
convinced
that
that
was
what
his
voice
really
sounded
like
.
He
had
smashed
the
master
record
and
refused
to
sing
anymore
.
He
was
so
ashamed
that
he
had
not
sung
a
note
except
with
Nino
at
Connie
Corleone
's
wedding
.
He
had
never
forgotten
the
look
on
Ginny
's
face
when
she
found
out
about
all
his
misfortunes
.
It
had
passed
over
her
face
only
for
a
second
but
that
was
enough
for
him
never
to
forget
it
.
It
was
a
look
of
savage
and
joyful
satisfaction
.
It
was
a
look
that
could
only
make
him
believe
that
she
had
contemptuously
hated
him
all
these
years
.
She
quickly
recovered
and
offered
him
cool
but
polite
sympathy
.
He
had
pretended
to
accept
it
.
During
the
next
few
days
he
had
gone
to
see
three
of
the
girls
he
had
liked
the
most
over
the
years
,
girls
he
had
remained
friends
with
and
sometimes
still
slept
with
in
a
comradely
way
,
girls
that
he
had
done
everything
in
his
power
to
help
,
girls
to
whom
he
had
given
the
equivalent
of
hundreds
of
thousands
of
dollars
in
gifts
or
job
opportunities
.
On
their
faces
he
had
caught
that
same
fleeting
look
of
savage
satisfaction
.
It
was
during
that
time
that
he
knew
he
had
to
make
a
decision
.
He
could
become
like
a
great
many
other
men
in
Hollywood
,
successful
producers
,
writers
,
directors
,
actors
,
who
preyed
on
beautiful
women
with
lustful
hatred
.
He
could
use
power
and
monetary
favors
grudgingly
,
always
alert
for
treason
,
always
believing
that
women
would
betray
and
desert
him
,
adversaries
to
be
bested
.
Or
he
could
refuse
to
hate
women
and
continue
to
believe
in
them
.
He
knew
he
could
not
afford
not
to
love
them
,
that
something
of
his
spirit
would
die
if
he
did
not
continue
to
love
women
no
matter
how
treacherous
and
unfaithful
they
were
.
It
did
n't
matter
that
the
women
he
loved
most
in
the
world
were
secretly
glad
to
see
him
crushed
,
humiliated
,
by
a
wayward
fortune
;
it
did
not
matter
that
in
the
most
awful
way
,
not
sexually
,
they
had
been
unfaithful
to
him
.
He
had
no
choice
.
He
had
to
accept
them
.
And
so
he
made
love
to
all
of
them
,
gave
them
presents
,
hid
the
hurt
their
enjoyment
of
his
misfortunes
gave
him
.
He
forgave
them
knowing
he
was
being
paid
back
for
having
lived
in
the
utmost
freedom
from
women
and
in
the
fullest
flush
of
their
favor
.
But
now
he
never
felt
guilty
about
being
untrue
to
them
.
He
never
felt
guilty
about
how
he
treated
Ginny
,
insisting
on
remaining
the
sole
father
of
his
children
,
yet
never
even
considering
remarrying
her
,
and
letting
her
know
that
too
.
That
was
one
thing
he
had
salvaged
out
of
his
fall
from
the
top
.
He
had
grown
a
thick
skin
about
the
hurts
he
gave
women
.
He
was
tired
and
ready
for
bed
but
one
note
of
memory
stuck
with
him
:
singing
with
Nino
Valenti
.
And
suddenly
he
knew
what
would
please
Don
Corleone
more
than
anything
else
.
He
picked
up
the
phone
and
told
the
operator
to
get
him
New
York
.
He
called
Sonny
Corleone
and
asked
him
for
Nino
Valenti
's
number
.
Then
he
called
Nino
.
Nino
sounded
a
little
drunk
as
usual
.
"
Hey
,
Nino
,
how
'd
you
like
to
come
out
here
and
work
for
me
,
"
Johnny
said
.
"
I
need
a
guy
I
can
trust
.
"
Nino
,
kidding
around
,
said
,
"
Gee
,
I
do
n't
know
,
Johnny
,
I
got
a
good
job
on
the
truck
,
boffing
housewives
along
my
route
,
picking
up
a
clear
hundred-fifty
every
week
.
What
you
got
to
offer
?
"
