О дивный новый мир
Chapter 8
Inthoseotherwordshedidnotunderstandsowell,shesaidtotheman,"NotwithJohnhere."Themanlookedathim,thenagainatLinda,andsaidafewwordsinasoftvoice.Lindasaid,"No."Butthemanbentoverthebedtowardshimandhisfacewashuge,terrible;theblackropesofhairtouchedtheblanket."No,"Lindasaidagain,andhefeltherhandsqueezinghimmoretightly."No,no!"Butthemantookholdofoneofhisarms,andithurt.Hescreamed.Themanputuphisotherhandandliftedhimup.Lindawasstillholdinghim,stillsaying,"No,no."Themansaidsomethingshortandangry,andsuddenlyherhandsweregone."Linda,Linda."Hekickedandwriggled;butthemancarriedhimacrosstothedoor,openedit,puthimdownonthefloorinthemiddleoftheotherroom,andwentaway,shuttingthedoorbehindhim.Hegotup,herantothedoor.Standingontiptoehecouldjustreachthebigwoodenlatch.Helifteditandpushed;butthedoorwouldn’topen."Linda,"heshouted.Shedidn’tanswer.
Herememberedahugeroom,ratherdark;andtherewerebigwoodenthingswithstringsfastenedtothem,andlotsofwomenstandingroundthem–makingblankets,Lindasaid.Lindatoldhimtositinthecornerwiththeotherchildren,whileshewentandhelpedthewomen.Heplayedwiththelittleboysforalongtime.Suddenlypeoplestartedtalkingveryloud,andtherewerethewomenpushingLindaaway,andLindawascrying.Shewenttothedoorandheranafterher.Heaskedherwhytheywereangry.