-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Рэй Брэдбери
-
- Вино из одуванчиков
-
- Стр. 258/264
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
As
for
the
food
?
The
meats
were
deviled
,
the
sauces
curried
,
the
greens
mounded
with
sweet
butter
,
the
biscuits
splashed
with
jeweled
honey
;
everything
toothsome
,
luscious
,
and
so
miraculously
refreshing
that
a
gentle
lowing
broke
out
as
from
a
pasturage
of
beasts
gone
wild
in
clover
.
One
and
all
cried
out
their
gratitude
for
their
loose
-
fitting
night
clothes
.
At
three
-
thirty
on
Sunday
morning
,
with
the
house
warm
with
eaten
food
and
friendly
spirits
,
Grandfather
pushed
back
his
chair
and
gestured
magnificently
.
From
the
library
he
fetched
a
copy
of
Shakespeare
.
He
laid
it
on
a
platter
,
which
he
presented
to
his
wife
.
"
Grandma
,
"
he
said
,
"
I
ask
only
that
tomorrow
night
for
supper
you
cook
us
this
very
fine
volume
.
I
am
certain
we
all
agree
that
by
the
time
it
reaches
the
table
tomorrow
at
twilight
it
will
be
delicate
,
succulent
,
brown
and
tender
as
the
breast
of
the
autumn
pheasant
.
"
Grandma
held
the
book
in
her
hands
and
cried
happily
.
They
lingered
on
toward
dawn
,
with
brief
desserts
,
wine
from
those
wild
flowers
growing
in
the
front
yard
,
and
then
,
as
the
first
birds
winked
to
life
and
the
sun
threatened
the
eastern
sky
,
they
all
crept
upstairs
.
Douglas
listened
to
the
stove
cooling
in
the
faraway
kitchen
.
He
heard
Grandma
go
to
bed
.
Junkman
,
he
thought
,
Mr
.
Jonas
,
wherever
you
are
,
you
’
re
thanked
,
you
’
re
paid
back
.
I
passed
it
on
,
I
sure
did
,
I
think
I
passed
it
on
.
.
.
He
slept
and
dreamed
.
In
the
dream
the
bell
was
ringing
and
all
of
them
were
yelling
and
rushing
down
to
breakfast
.
And
then
,
quite
suddenly
,
summer
was
over
.
