-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Стивен Кинг
-
- Кладбище домашних животных
-
- Стр. 280/409
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
"
Okay
,
Lou
,
we
're
real
busy
,
so
it
'll
be
maybe
forty-five
minutes
--
that
okay
for
you
?
"
"
Sure
,
"
Louis
said
and
hung
up
.
As
he
got
back
into
the
Civic
and
keyed
the
engine
,
it
occurred
to
him
that
although
there
were
maybe
twenty
pizza
joints
in
the
Bangor
area
,
he
had
picked
the
one
closest
to
Pleasantview
,
where
Gage
was
buried
.
Well
,
what
the
hell
?
he
thought
uneasily
.
They
make
good
pizza
.
No
frozen
dough
.
Throw
it
up
and
catch
it
on
their
fists
,
right
there
where
you
can
watch
,
and
Gage
used
to
laugh
--
He
cut
that
thought
off
.
He
drove
past
Napoli
's
to
Pleasantview
.
He
supposed
he
had
known
that
he
would
do
that
,
but
what
harm
?
None
.
He
parked
across
the
street
and
crossed
the
road
to
the
wrought-iron
gates
,
which
glimmered
in
the
final
light
of
day
.
Above
them
,
in
a
semicircle
,
were
wrought-iron
letters
spelling
PLEASANTVIEW
.
The
view
was
,
in
Louis
's
mind
,
neither
pleasant
nor
unpleasant
.
The
cemetery
was
nicely
landscaped
on
several
rolling
hills
;
there
were
long
aisles
of
trees
(
ah
,
but
in
these
last
few
minutes
of
fading
daylight
,
the
shadows
those
trees
threw
seemed
deeply
pooled
and
as
blackly
unpleasant
as
still
quarry
water
)
and
a
few
isolated
weeping
willows
.
It
was
n't
quiet
.
The
turnpike
was
near
--
the
drone
of
traffic
came
on
the
steady
,
chill
wind
--
and
the
glow
in
the
darkening
sky
was
Bangor
International
Airport
.
He
stretched
his
hand
out
to
the
gate
,
thinking
,
They
'll
be
locked
,
but
they
were
not
.
Perhaps
it
was
too
early
to
lock
them
,
and
if
they
locked
them
at
all
it
would
only
be
to
protect
the
place
against
drunks
,
vandals
,
and
teenage
neckers
.
The
days
of
the
Dickensian
Resurrection
Men
(
there
's
that
word
again
)
were
over
.
The
right-hand
gate
swung
in
with
a
faint
screeing
noise
,
and
after
a
glance
over
his
shoulder
to
make
sure
he
was
unobserved
,
Louis
stepped
through
.
He
closed
the
gate
behind
him
and
heard
the
click
of
the
latch
.
