451 по фаренгейту

           "Ididn’tsayasinglewordaboutanywar,I’llhaveyouknow,"saidMrs,Phelps. 

           "Asforpoetry,Ihateit,"saidMrs.Bowles. 

           "Haveyoueverreadany?" 

           "Montag,"Faber’svoicescrapedawayathim. "You’llruineverything.Shutup,youfool!" 

           Allthreewomenwereontheirfeet."Sitdown!" 

           Theysat. 

           "I’mgoinghome,"quaveredMrs.Bowles. 

           "Montag,Montag,please,inthenameofGod,whatareyouupto?"pleadedFaber. 

           "Whydon’tyoujustreadusoneofthosepoemsfromyourlittlebook,"Mrs.Phelpsnodded. "Ithinkthat’dheveryinteresting." 

           "That’snotright,"wailedMrs.Bowles."Wecan’tdothat!" 

           "Well,lookatMr.Montag,hewantsto,Iknowhedoes. Andifwelistennice,Mr.Montagwillbehappyandthenmaybewecangoonanddosomethingelse." Sheglancednervouslyatthelongemptinessofthewallsenclosingthem. 

           "Montag,gothroughwiththisandI’llcutoff,I’llleave." Thebeetlejabbedhisear. "Whatgoodisthis,what’llyouprove?"