451 по фаренгейту

           "I’mnotworried,"saidMrs.Phelps. "I’llletPetedoalltheworrying."Shegiggled. "I’llletoldPetedoalltheworrying.Notme. I’mnotworried." 

           "Yes,"saidMillie."LetoldPetedotheworrying." 

           "It’salwayssomeoneelse’shusbanddies,theysay." 

           "I’veheardthat,too.I’veneverknownanydeadmankilledinawar. Killedjumpingoffbuildings,yes,likeGloria’shusbandlastweek, butfromwars?No." 

           "Notfromwars,"saidMrs.Phelps. "Anyway,PeteandIalwayssaid,notears,nothinglikethat. It’sourthirdmarriageeachandwe’reindependent. Beindependent,wealwayssaid. Hesaid,ifIgetkilledoff,youjustgorightaheadanddon’tcry,butgetmarriedagain,anddon’tthinkofme." 

           "Thatremindsme,"saidMildred."DidyouseethatClaraDovefive-minuteromancelastnightinyourwall? Well,itwasallaboutthiswomanwho—" 

           Montagsaidnothingbutstoodlookingatthewomen’sfaces ashehadoncelookedatthefacesofsaintsinastrangechurchhehadenteredwhenhewasachild. Thefacesofthoseenamelledcreaturesmeantnothingtohim,thoughhetalkedtothemandstoodinthatchurchforalongtime, tryingtobeofthatreligion,tryingtoknowwhatthatreligionwas,tryingtogetenoughoftherawincenseandspecialdustoftheplaceintohislungs andthusintohisbloodtofeeltouchedandconcernedbythemeaningofthecolourfulmenandwomenwiththeporcelaineyesandtheblood-rubylips. Buttherewasnothing,nothing; itwasastrollthroughanotherstore,andhiscurrencystrangeandunusablethere, andhispassioncold,evenwhenhetouchedthewoodandplasterandclay.