Атлант расправил плечи
The Utopia of Greed
Shesaw,inastonishment,thatherhandwasmovinggentlyoverhishair,whileshewasthinkingthatshehadnorighttodoitandfeelingasifacurrentofserenitywereflowingfromherhand,envelopingthemboth,smoothingthepast.Hedidnotmove,hemadenosound,asiftheactofholdinghersaideverythinghehadtosay.
Whenheraisedhishead,helookedasshehadfeltwhenshehadopenedhereyesinthevalley:helookedasifnopainhadeverexistedintheworld.Hewaslaughing.
"Dagny,Dagny,Dagny"—hisvoicesounded,notasifaconfessionresistedforyearswerebreakingout,butasifhewererepeatingthelongsinceknown,laughingatthepretensethatithadeverbeenunsaid—"ofcourseIloveyou.Wereyouafraidwhenhemademesayit?
I’llsayitasoftenasyouwish—Iloveyou,darling,Iloveyou,Ialwayswill—don’tbeafraidforme,Idon’tcareifI’llneverhaveyouagain,whatdoesthatmatter?—you’realiveandyou’rehereandyouknoweverythingnow.Andit’ssosimple,isn’tit?DoyouseewhatitwasandwhyIhadtodesertyou?"Hisarmsweptouttopointatthevalley."Thereitis—it’syourearth,yourkingdom,yourkindofworld—Dagny,I’vealwayslovedyouandthatIdesertedyou,thatwasmylove.
