-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Терри Пратчетт
-
- Стража! Стража!
-
- Стр. 138/477
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
"
Oook
!
"
"
The
?
The
.
Second
word
.
.
.
third
word
?
Small
word
.
The
?
A
?
To
?
Of
?
Fro
-
Of
?
Of
.
The
something
Of
something
.
Second
word
.
What
?
Oh
.
First
syllable
.
Fingers
?
Touching
your
fingers
.
Thumbs
.
"
The
orangutan
growled
and
tugged
theatrically
at
one
large
hairy
ear
.
"
Oh
,
sounds
like
.
Fingers
?
Hand
?
Adding
up
.
Sums
.
Cut
off
.
Smaller
word
.
.
.
Sum
.
Sum
!
Second
syllable
.
Small
.
Very
small
syllable
.
A
.
In
.
Un
.
On
.
On
!
Sum
.
On
.
Sum
On
.
Summon
!
Summon
-
er
?
Summoning
?
Summoning
.
Summoning
.
The
Summoning
of
Something
.
This
is
fun
,
isn
’
t
it
!
Fourth
word
.
Whole
word
-
"
He
peered
intently
as
the
Librarian
gyrated
mysteriously
.
"
Big
thing
.
Huge
big
thing
.
Flapping
.
Great
big
flapping
leaping
thing
.
Teeth
.
Huffing
.
Blowing
.
Great
big
huge
blowing
flapping
thing
.
"
Sweat
broke
out
on
Carrot
’
s
forehead
as
he
tried
obediently
to
understand
.
"
Sucking
fingers
.
Sucking
fingers
thing
.
Burnt
.
Hot
.
Great
big
hot
blowing
flapping
thing
.
.
.
"
The
Librarian
rolled
his
eyes
.
Homo
sapiens
?
You
could
keep
it
.
The
great
dragon
danced
and
spun
and
trod
the
air
over
the
city
.
Its
colour
was
moonlight
,
gleaming
off
its
scales
.
Sometimes
it
would
twist
and
glide
with
deceptive
speed
over
the
rooftops
for
the
sheer
joy
of
existing
.
And
it
was
all
wrong
,
Vimes
thought
.
Part
of
him
was
marvelling
at
the
sheer
beauty
of
the
sight
,
but
an
insistent
,
weaselly
little
group
of
brain
cells
from
the
wrong
side
of
the
synapses
was
scrawling
its
graffiti
on
the
walls
of
wonderment
.
It
’
s
a
bloody
great
lizard
,
they
jeered
.
Must
weigh
tons
.
Nothing
that
big
can
fly
,
not
even
on
beautiful
wings
.
