451 по фаренгейту
The Sieve and the Sand
"Goodnight,Professor."
"Notgoodnight. I’llbewithyoutherestofthenight,avinegargnatticklingyourearwhenyouneedme. Butgoodnightandgoodluck,anyway."
Thedooropenedandshut. Montagwasinthedarkstreetagain,lookingattheworld.
Youcouldfeelthewargettingreadyintheskythatnight. Thewaythecloudsmovedasideandcameback,andthewaythestarslooked,amillionofthemswimmingbetweentheclouds,liketheenemydiscs, andthefeelingthattheskymightfalluponthecityandturnittochalkdust, andthemoongoupinredfire; thatwashowthenightfelt.
Montagwalkedfromthesubwaywiththemoneyinhispocket (hehadvisitedthebankwhichwasopenallnightandeverynightwithrobottellersinattendance) andashewalkedhewaslisteningtotheSeashellradioinonecar...? Wehavemobilizedamillionmen. Quickvictoryisoursifthewarcomes..." Musicfloodedoverthevoicequicklyanditwasgone.
"Tenmillionmenmobilized,"Faber’svoicewhisperedinhisotherear. "Butsayonemillion.It’shappier."
"Faber?"
"Yes?"
"I’mnotthinking. I’mjustdoinglikeI’mtold,likealways. YousaidgetthemoneyandIgotit. Ididn’treallythinkofitmyself. WhendoIstartworkingthingsoutonmyown?"
