-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Стивен Кинг
-
- Кладбище домашних животных
-
- Стр. 120/409
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
"
Yeah
,
it
's
Church
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
'll
be
damned
if
I
know
how
I
'm
going
to
tell
Ellie
about
it
.
"
Suddenly
he
had
an
idea
.
He
would
bury
Church
up
in
the
Pet
Sematary
with
no
marker
or
any
of
that
foolishness
.
He
would
say
nothing
to
Ellie
on
the
phone
tonight
about
Church
;
tomorrow
he
would
mention
casually
that
he
had
n't
seen
Church
around
;
the
day
after
he
would
suggest
that
perhaps
Church
had
wandered
off
.
Cats
did
that
sometimes
.
Ellie
would
be
upset
,
sure
,
but
there
would
be
none
of
the
finality
...
no
reprise
of
Rachel
's
upsetting
refusal
to
deal
with
death
...
just
a
withering
away
...
Coward
,
part
of
his
mind
pronounced
.
Yes
...
no
argument
.
But
who
needs
this
hassle
?
"
Loves
that
cat
pretty
well
,
does
n't
she
?
"
Jud
asked
.
"
Yes
,
"
Louis
said
absently
.
He
moved
Church
's
head
again
.
The
cat
had
begun
to
stiffen
,
but
the
head
still
moved
much
more
easily
than
it
should
have
.
Broken
neck
.
Yeah
.
Given
that
,
he
thought
he
could
reconstruct
what
had
happened
.
Church
had
been
crossing
the
road
--
for
what
reason
God
alone
knew
--
and
a
car
or
truck
had
hit
him
,
breaking
his
neck
and
throwing
him
aside
onto
Jud
Crandall
's
lawn
.
Or
perhaps
the
cat
's
neck
had
been
broken
when
he
struck
the
frozen
ground
.
It
did
n't
matter
.
Either
way
the
remains
remained
the
same
.
Church
was
dead
.
He
glanced
up
at
Jud
,
about
to
tell
him
his
conclusions
,
but
Jud
was
looking
away
toward
that
fading
orange
line
of
light
at
the
horizon
.
His
hood
had
fallen
back
halfway
,
and
his
face
seemed
thoughtful
and
stern
...
harsh
,
even
.
Louis
pulled
the
green
garbage
bag
out
of
his
pocket
and
unfolded
it
,
holding
it
tightly
to
keep
the
wind
from
whipping
it
away
.
The
brisk
crackling
sound
of
the
bag
seemed
to
bring
Jud
back
to
this
here
and
now
.
"
Yes
,
I
guess
she
loves
it
pretty
well
,
"
Jud
said
.
His
use
of
the
present
tense
felt
slightly
eerie
...
the
whole
setting
,
with
the
fading
light
,
the
cold
,
and
the
wind
,
struck
him
as
eerie
and
gothic
.
