-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Терри Пратчетт
-
- Мор - ученик смерти
-
- Стр. 38/357
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
AH
,
he
said
,
and
then
paused
.
Then
he
scratched
his
chin
,
with
a
noise
like
a
fingernail
being
pulled
across
a
comb
.
WHO
ARE
YOU
,
BOY
?
’
Mort
,
sir
,
’
said
Mort
.
’
Your
apprentice
.
You
remember
?
’
Death
stared
at
him
for
some
time
.
Then
the
pinpoint
blue
eyes
turned
back
at
the
book
.
OH
YES
,
he
said
,
MORT
.
WELL
,
BOY
,
DO
YOU
SINCERELY
WISH
TO
LEARN
THE
UTTERMOST
SECRETS
OF
TIME
AND
SPACE
?
’
Yes
,
sir
.
I
think
so
,
sir
.
’
GOOD
.
THE
STABLES
ARE
AROUND
THE
BACK
.
THE
SHOVEL
HANGS
JUST
INSIDE
THE
DOOR
.
He
looked
down
.
He
looked
up
.
Mort
hadn
’
t
moved
.
IS
IT
BY
ANY
CHANCE
POSSIBLE
THAT
YOU
FAIL
TO
UNDERSTAND
ME
?
’
Not
fully
,
sir
,
’
said
Mort
.
