-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Терри Пратчетт
-
- Мор - ученик смерти
-
- Стр. 229/357
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
’
And
don
’
t
act
so
wet
.
Have
you
any
idea
how
boring
it
is
living
here
?
’
’
Probably
not
,
’
said
Mort
,
adding
with
genuine
longing
,
’
I
’
ve
heard
about
boredom
but
I
’
ve
never
had
a
chance
to
try
it
.
’
’
It
’
s
dreadful
.
’
’
If
it
comes
to
that
,
excitement
isn
’
t
all
it
’
s
cracked
up
to
be
.
’
’
Anything
’
s
got
to
be
better
than
this
.
’
There
was
a
groan
from
below
,
and
then
a
stream
of
swearwords
.
Ysabell
peered
into
the
gloom
.
’
Obviously
I
didn
’
t
damage
his
cursing
muscles
,
’
she
said
.
’
I
don
’
t
think
I
ought
to
listen
to
words
like
that
.
It
could
be
bad
for
my
moral
fibre
.
’
They
found
Albert
slumped
against
the
foot
of
the
bookshelf
,
muttering
and
holding
his
arm
.
’
There
’
s
no
need
to
make
that
kind
of
fuss
,
’
said
Ysabell
briskly
.
’
You
’
re
not
hurt
;
father
simply
doesn
’
t
allow
that
kind
of
thing
to
happen
.
’
