451 по фаренгейту

           Montagcouldnotmove. Agreatearthquakehadcomewithfireandlevelledthehouse andMildredwasundertheresomewhereandhisentirelifeunderthere andhecouldnotmove. Theearthquakewasstillshakingandfallingandshiveringinsidehimandhestoodthere, hiskneeshalf-bentunderthegreatloadoftirednessandbewildermentandoutrage, lettingBeattyhithimwithoutraisingahand. 

           "Montag,youidiot,Montag,youdamnfool; whydidyoureallydoit?" 

           Montagdidnothear,hewasfaraway,hewasrunningwithhismind,hewasgone, leavingthisdeadsoot-coveredbodytoswayinfrontofanotherravingfool. 

           "Montag,getoutofthere!"saidFaber. 

           Montaglistened. 

           Beattystruckhimablowontheheadthatsenthimreelingback. ThegreenbulletinwhichFaber’svoicewhisperedandcried,felltothesidewalk. Beattysnatcheditup,grinning.Heheldithalfin,halfoutofhisear. 

           Montagheardthedistantvoicecalling, "Montag,youallright?" 

           Beattyswitchedthegreenbulletoffandthrustitinhispocket. "Well—sothere’smoreherethanIthought. Isawyoutiltyourhead,listening. FirstIthoughtyouhadaSeashell. Butwhenyouturnedcleverlater,Iwondered. We’lltracethisanddropitonyourfriend." 

           "No!"saidMontag. 

           Hetwitchedthesafetycatchontheflame-thrower. BeattyglancedinstantlyatMontag’sfingersandhiseyeswidenedthefaintestbit.