-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Терри Пратчетт
-
- Стража! Стража!
-
- Стр. 357/477
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
Not
that
you
really
needed
a
bucket
to
pick
up
the
turbid
waters
of
the
river
Ankh
-
a
net
was
good
enough
.
Downstream
,
teams
of
smoke
-
stained
people
worked
feverishly
to
close
the
huge
,
corroded
gates
under
the
Brass
Bridge
.
They
were
Ankh
-
Morpork
’
s
last
defence
against
fire
,
since
then
the
Ankh
had
no
outlet
and
gradually
,
oozingly
,
filled
the
space
between
the
walls
.
A
man
could
suffocate
under
it
.
The
workers
on
the
bridge
were
the
ones
who
couldn
’
t
or
wouldn
’
t
run
.
Many
others
were
teeming
through
the
gates
of
the
city
and
heading
out
across
the
chilly
,
mist
-
wreathed
plains
.
But
not
for
long
.
The
dragon
,
looping
and
curving
gracefully
above
the
devastation
,
glided
out
over
the
walls
.
After
a
few
seconds
the
guards
saw
actinic
fire
stab
down
through
the
mists
.
The
tide
of
humanity
flowed
back
,
with
the
dragon
hovering
over
it
like
a
sheepdog
.
The
fires
of
the
stricken
city
glowed
redly
off
the
underside
of
its
wings
.
"
Got
any
suggestions
about
what
we
do
next
,
Sergeant
?
"
said
Nobby
.
Colon
didn
’
t
reply
.
I
wish
Captain
Vimes
were
here
,
he
thought
.
He
wouldn
’
t
have
known
what
to
do
either
,
but
he
’
s
got
a
much
better
vocabulary
to
be
baffled
in
.
Some
of
the
fires
went
out
as
the
rising
waters
and
the
confused
tangle
of
fire
chains
did
their
work
.
The
dragon
didn
’
t
appear
to
be
inclined
to
start
any
more
.
It
had
made
its
point
.
"
I
wonder
who
it
’
ll
be
,
"
said
Nobby
.
"
What
?
"
said
Carrot
.
"
The
sacrifice
,
I
mean
.
"
