451 по фаренгейту

           Theybeatmewithsticks. BythetimeIwasfortymybluntinstrumenthadbeenhonedtoafinecuttingpointforme. Ifyouhideyourignorance,noonewillhityouandyou’llneverlearn. Now,pickupyourfeet,intothefirehousewithyou! We’retwins,we’renotaloneanymore,we’renotseparatedoutindifferentparlours,withnocontactbetween. IfyouneedhelpwhenBeattypriesatyou,I’llbesittingrighthereinyoureardrummakingnotes!" 

           Montagfelthisrightfoot,thenhisleftfoot,move. 

           "Oldman,"hesaid,"staywithme." 

           TheMechanicalHoundwasgone. Itskennelwasemptyandthefirehousestoodallaboutinplastersilence andtheorangeSalamandersleptwithitskeroseneinitsbellyandthefirethrowerscrosseduponitsflanks andMontagcameinthroughthesilenceandtouchedthebrasspoleandslidupinthedarkair,lookingbackatthedesertedkennel, hisheartbeating,pausing,beating. Faberwasagreymothasleepinhisear,forthemoment. 

           Beattystoodnearthedrop-holewaiting,butwithhisbackturnedasifhewerenotwaiting. 

           "Well,"hesaidtothemenplayingcards,"herecomesaverystrangebeastwhichinalltonguesiscalledafool." 

           Heputhishandtooneside,palmup,foragift. Montagputthebookinit. Withoutevenglancingatthetitle,Beattytossedthebookintothetrash-basketandlitacigarette. "‘Whoarealittlewise,thebestfoolsbe.’Welcomeback,Montag. Ihopeyou’llbestaying,withus,nowthatyourfeverisdoneandyoursicknessover. Sitinforahandofpoker?" 

           Theysatandthecardsweredealt. InBeatty’ssight,Montagfelttheguiltofhishands.