-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Рэй Брэдбери
-
- 451 по фаренгейту
-
- Стр. 120/158
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
"
Montag
,
you
idiot
,
Montag
,
you
damn
fool
;
why
did
you
really
do
it
?
"
Montag
did
not
hear
,
he
was
far
away
,
he
was
running
with
his
mind
,
he
was
gone
,
leaving
this
dead
soot-covered
body
to
sway
in
front
of
another
raving
fool
.
"
Montag
,
get
out
of
there
!
"
said
Faber
.
Montag
listened
.
Beatty
struck
him
a
blow
on
the
head
that
sent
him
reeling
back
.
The
green
bullet
in
which
Faber
's
voice
whispered
and
cried
,
fell
to
the
sidewalk
.
Beatty
snatched
it
up
,
grinning
.
He
held
it
half
in
,
half
out
of
his
ear
.
Montag
heard
the
distant
voice
calling
,
"
Montag
,
you
all
right
?
"
Beatty
switched
the
green
bullet
off
and
thrust
it
in
his
pocket
.
"
Well
--
so
there
's
more
here
than
I
thought
.
I
saw
you
tilt
your
head
,
listening
.
First
I
thought
you
had
a
Seashell
.
But
when
you
turned
clever
later
,
I
wondered
.
We
'll
trace
this
and
drop
it
on
your
friend
.
"
"
No
!
"
said
Montag
.
He
twitched
the
safety
catch
on
the
flame-thrower
.
Beatty
glanced
instantly
at
Montag
's
fingers
and
his
eyes
widened
the
faintest
bit
.
Montag
saw
the
surprise
there
and
himself
glanced
to
his
hands
to
see
what
new
thing
they
had
done
.
Thinking
back
later
he
could
never
decide
whether
the
hands
or
Beatty
's
reaction
to
the
hands
gave
him
the
final
push
toward
murder
.
The
last
rolling
thunder
of
the
avalanche
stoned
down
about
his
ears
,
not
touching
him
.
