-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Рэй Брэдбери
-
- 451 по фаренгейту
-
- Стр. 95/158
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
Montag
placed
the
green
bullet
in
his
ear
.
The
old
man
inserted
a
similar
object
in
his
own
ear
and
moved
his
lips
.
"
Montag
!
"
The
voice
was
in
Montag
's
head
.
"
I
hear
you
!
"
The
old
man
laughed
.
"
You
're
coming
over
fine
,
too
!
"
Faber
whispered
,
but
the
voice
in
Montag
's
head
was
clear
.
"
Go
to
the
firehouse
when
it
's
time
.
I
'll
be
with
you
.
Let
's
listen
to
this
Captain
Beatty
together
.
He
could
be
one
of
us
.
God
knows
.
I
'll
give
you
things
to
say
.
We
'll
give
him
a
good
show
.
Do
you
hate
me
for
this
electronic
cowardice
of
mine
?
Here
I
am
sending
you
out
into
the
night
,
while
I
stay
behind
the
lines
with
my
damned
ears
listening
for
you
to
get
your
head
chopped
off
.
"
"
We
all
do
what
we
do
,
"
said
Montag
.
He
put
the
Bible
in
the
old
man
's
hands
.
"
Here
.
I
'll
chance
turning
in
a
substitute
.
Tomorrow
--
"
"
I
'll
see
the
unemployed
printer
,
yes
;
that
much
I
can
do
.
"
"
Good
night
,
Professor
.
"
"
Not
good
night
.
I
'll
be
with
you
the
rest
of
the
night
,
a
vinegar
gnat
tickling
your
ear
when
you
need
me
.
But
good
night
and
good
luck
,
anyway
.
"
The
door
opened
and
shut
.
Montag
was
in
the
dark
street
again
,
looking
at
the
world
.
