451 по фаренгейту

           "Sh,sh,"saidMildred. "You’reallright,Clara,now,Clara,snapoutofit!Clara,what’swrong?" 

           "I—I,",sobbedMrs.Phelps, "don’tknow,don’tknow,Ijustdon’tknow,ohoh..." 

           Mrs.BowlesstoodupandglaredatMontag. "Yousee?Iknewit,that’swhatIwantedtoprove! Iknewitwouldhappen!I’vealwayssaid,poetryandtears,poetryandsuicideandcryingandawfulfeelings,poetryandsickness; allthatmush! NowI’vehaditprovedtome. You’renasty,Mr.Montag,you’renasty!" 

           Fabersaid,"Now..." 

           Montagfelthimselfturnandwalktothewall-slotanddropthebookinthroughthebrassnotchtothewaitingflames. 

           "Sillywords,sillywords,sillyawfulhurtingwords,"saidMrs.Bowles. "Whydopeoplewanttohurtpeople? Notenoughhurtintheworld,you’vegottoteasepeoplewithstufflikethat!" 

           "Clara,now,Clara,"beggedMildred,pullingherarm. "Comeon,let’sbecheery,youturnthe‘family’on,now.Goahead. Let’slaughandbehappy,now,stopcrying,we’llhaveaparty!" 

           "No,"saidMrs.Bowles."I’mtrottingrightstraighthome.Youwanttovisitmyhouseand‘family,’wellandgood. ButIwon’tcomeinthisfireman’scrazyhouseagaininmylifetime!" 

           "Gohome."Montagfixedhiseyesuponher,quietly.