451 по фаренгейту
It was a pleasure to burn
Twomoonstoneslookedupathiminthelightofhissmallhand-heldfire; twopalemoonstonesburiedinacreekofclearwateroverwhichthelifeoftheworldran,nottouchingthem.
"Mildred!"
Herfacewaslikeasnow-coveredislanduponwhichrainmightfall;butitfeltnorain;overwhichcloudsmightpasstheirmovingshadows,butshefeltnoshadow. Therewasonlythesingingofthethimble-waspsinhertamped-shutears,andhereyesallglass,andbreathgoinginandout,softly,faintly,inandoutofhernostrils,andhernotcaringwhetheritcameorwent,wentorcame.
Theobjecthehadsenttumblingwithhisfootnowglintedundertheedgeofhisownbed. Thesmallcrystalbottleofsleeping-tabletswhichearliertodayhadbeenfilledwiththirtycapsulesandwhichnowlayuncappedandemptyinthelightofthetinyflare.
Ashestoodtheretheskyoverthehousescreamed. Therewasatremendousrippingsoundasiftwogianthandshadtorntenthousandmilesofblacklinendowntheseam. Montagwascutinhalf.Hefelthischestchoppeddownandsplitapart. Thejet-bombsgoingover,goingover,goingover,onetwo,onetwo,onetwo, sixofthem,nineofthem,twelveofthem,oneandoneandoneandanotherandanotherandanother,didallthescreamingforhim. Heopenedhisownmouthandlettheirshriekcomedownandoutbetweenhisbaredteeth. Thehouseshook. Theflarewentoutinhishand. Themoonstonesvanished. Hefelthishandplungetowardthetelephone.
