451 по фаренгейту

           "Idiot,what’reyoudoing!"Fabersprangup,asifhehadbeenstruck. Hefell,againstMontag. Montagwardedhimoffandlethishandscontinue. Sixmorepagesfelltothefloor. HepickedthemupandwaddedthepaperunderFaber’sgaze. 

           "Don’t,oh,don’t!"saidtheoldman. 

           "Whocanstopme?I’mafireman.Icanburnyou!" 

           Theoldmanstoodlookingathim. "Youwouldn’t." 

           "Icould!" 

           "Thebook.Don’ttearitanymore." Fabersankintoachair,hisfaceverywhite,hismouthtrembling. "Don’tmakemefeelanymoretired.Whatdoyouwant?" 

           "Ineedyoutoteachme." 

           "Allright,allright." 

           Montagputthebookdown. Hebegantounwadthecrumpledpaperandflattenitoutastheoldmanwatchedtiredly. 

           Fabershookhisheadasifhewerewakingup. 

           "Montag,haveyousomemoney?" 

           "Some.Four,fivehundreddollars.Why?" 

           "Bringit.Iknowamanwhoprintedourcollegepaperhalfacenturyago. ThatwastheyearIcametoclassatthestartofthenewsemesterandfoundonlyonestudenttosignupforDramafromAeschylustoO’Neill.