Атлант расправил плечи
The Concerto of Deliverance
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Butadifferentbreedofteachershadonceexisted,hethought,andhadrearedthemenwhocreatedthiscountry;hethoughtthatmothersshouldsetoutontheirkneestolookformenlikeHughAkston,tofindthemandbegthemtoreturn.
Hewentthroughthegateofthemills,barelynoticingtheguardswholethimenter,whostaredathisfaceandhisburden;hedidnotpausetolistentotheirwords,astheypointedtothefightinginthedistance;hewentonwalkingslowlytowardthewedgeoflightwhichwastheopendoorofthehospitalbuilding.
Hesteppedintoalightedroomfullofmen,bloodybandagesandtheodorofantiseptics;hedepositedhisburdenonabench,withnowordofexplanationtoanyone,andwalkedout,notglancingbehindhim.
Hewalkedinthedirectionofthefrontgate,towardtheglareoffireandtheburstsofguns.Hesaw,onceinawhile,afewfiguresrunningthroughthecracksbetweenstructuresordartingbehindblackcorners,pursuedbygroupsofguardsandworkers;hewasastonishedtonoticethathisworkerswerewellarmed.Theyseemedtohavesubduedthehoodlumsinsidethemills,andonlythesiegeatthefrontgateremainedtobebeaten.