451 по фаренгейту

           Silence.Montagsatlikeacarvedwhitestone. Theechoofthefinalhammeronhisskulldiedslowlyawayintotheblackcavern whereFaberwaitedfortheechoestosubside. AndthenwhenthestartleddusthadsettleddownaboutMontag’smind, Faberbegan,softly, "Allright,he’shadhissay. Youmusttakeitin. I’llsaymysay,too,inthenextfewhours. Andyou’lltakeitin. Andyou’lltrytojudgethemandmakeyourdecisionastowhichwaytojump,orfall. ButIwantittobeyourdecision,notmine,andnottheCaptain’s. ButrememberthattheCaptainbelongstothemostdangerousenemyoftruthandfreedom,thesolidunmovingcattleofthemajority. Oh,God,theterribletyrannyofthemajority. Weallhaveourharpstoplay. Andit’suptoyounowtoknowwithwhichearyou’lllisten." 

           MontagopenedhismouthtoanswerFaberandwassavedthiserrorinthepresenceofotherswhenthestationbellrang. Thealarm-voiceintheceilingchanted. Therewasatacking-tackingsoundasthealarm-reporttelephonetypedouttheaddressacrosstheroom. CaptainBeatty,hispokercardsinonepinkhand,walkedwithexaggeratedslownesstothephoneandrippedouttheaddresswhenthereportwasfinished. Heglancedperfunctorilyatit,andshoveditinhispocket.Hecamebackandsatdown. Theotherslookedathim. 

           "ItcanwaitexactlyfortysecondswhileItakeallthemoneyawayfromyou,"saidBeatty,happily. 

           Montagputhiscardsdown. 

           "Tired,Montag?Goingoutofthisgame?" 

           "Yes."