-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Стивен Кинг
-
- Сияние
-
- Стр. 203/529
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
(
I
’
ve
thought
I
’
ve
seen
things
…
nasty
things
…
promise
me
you
won
’
t
go
in
there
.
)
(
I
promise
.
)
And
a
promise
was
,
of
course
,
very
important
.
Still
,
his
curiosity
itched
at
him
as
maddeningly
as
poison
ivy
in
a
place
you
aren
’
t
supposed
to
scratch
.
But
it
was
a
dreadful
kind
of
curiosity
,
the
kind
that
makes
you
peek
through
your
fingers
during
the
scariest
parts
of
a
scary
movie
.
What
was
beyond
that
door
would
be
no
movie
.
(
I
don
’
t
think
those
things
can
hurt
you
…
like
scary
pictures
in
a
book
…
)
Suddenly
he
reached
out
with
his
left
hand
,
not
sure
of
what
it
was
going
to
do
until
it
had
removed
the
passkey
and
stuffed
it
back
into
his
pocket
.
He
stared
at
the
door
a
moment
longer
,
blue
-
gray
eyes
wide
,
then
turned
quickly
and
walked
back
down
the
corridor
toward
the
main
hallway
that
ran
at
right
angles
to
the
corridor
he
was
in
.
Something
made
him
pause
there
and
he
wasn
’
t
sure
what
for
a
moment
.
Then
he
remembered
that
directly
around
this
corner
,
on
the
way
back
to
the
stairs
,
there
was
one
of
those
old
-
fashioned
fire
extinguishers
curled
up
against
the
wall
.
Curled
there
like
a
dozing
snake
.
They
weren
’
t
chemical
-
type
extinguishers
at
all
,
Daddy
said
,
although
there
were
several
of
those
in
the
kitchen
.
These
were
the
forerunner
of
the
modern
sprinkler
systems
.
The
long
canvas
hoses
hooked
directly
into
the
Overlook
’
s
plumbing
system
,
and
by
turning
a
single
valve
you
could
become
a
one
-
man
fire
department
.
Daddy
said
that
the
chemical
extinguishers
,
which
sprayed
foam
or
CO
,
were
much
better
.
The
chemicals
smothered
fires
,
took
away
the
oxygen
they
needed
to
burn
,
while
a
high
-
pressure
spray
might
just
spread
the
flames
around
.
Daddy
said
that
Mr
.
Ullman
should
replace
the
old
-
fashioned
hoses
right
along
with
the
old
-
fashioned
boiler
,
but
Mr
.
Ullman
would
probably
do
neither
because
he
was
a
CHEAP
PRICK
.
Danny
knew
that
this
was
one
of
the
worst
epithets
his
father
could
summon
.
It
was
applied
to
certain
doctors
,
dentists
,
and
appliance
repairmen
,
and
also
to
the
head
of
his
English
Department
at
Stovington
,
who
had
disallowed
some
of
Daddy
’
s
book
orders
because
he
said
the
books
would
put
them
over
budget
.
"
Over
budget
,
hell
,
"
he
had
fumed
to
Wendy
-
Danny
had
been
listening
from
his
bedroom
where
he
was
supposed
to
be
asleep
.
"
He
’
s
just
saving
the
last
five
hundred
bucks
for
himself
,
the
CHEAP
PRICK
.
"
Danny
looked
around
the
corner
.
The
extinguisher
was
there
,
a
fiat
hose
folded
back
a
dozen
times
on
itself
,
the
red
tank
attached
to
the
wall
.
Above
it
was
an
ax
in
a
glass
case
like
a
museum
exhibit
,
with
white
words
printed
on
a
red
background
:
IN
CASE
OF
EMERGENCY
,
BREAK
GLASS
.
Danny
could
read
the
word
EMERGENCY
,
which
was
also
the
name
of
one
of
his
favorite
TV
shows
,
but
was
unsure
of
the
rest
.
But
he
didn
’
t
like
the
way
the
word
was
used
in
connection
with
that
long
fiat
hose
.
EMERGENCY
was
’
,
fire
,
explosions
,
car
crashes
,
hospitals
,
sometimes
death
.
And
he
didn
’
t
like
the
way
that
hose
hung
so
blandly
on
the
wall
.
When
he
was
alone
,
he
always
skittered
past
these
extinguishers
as
fast
as
he
could
.
No
particular
reason
.
It
just
felt
better
to
go
fast
.
It
felt
safer
.
