451 по фаренгейту

           Montagsawthesurprisethereandhimselfglancedtohishandstoseewhatnewthingtheyhaddone. Thinkingbacklaterhecouldneverdecidewhetherthehands orBeatty’sreactiontothehandsgavehimthefinalpushtowardmurder. Thelastrollingthunderoftheavalanchestoneddownabouthisears,nottouchinghim. 

           Beattygrinnedhismostcharminggrin. "Well,that’sonewaytogetanaudience. Holdagunonamanandforcehimtolistentoyourspeech.Speechaway. What’llitbethistime? Whydon’tyoubelchShakespeareatme,youfumblingsnob? ‘Thereisnoterror,Cassius, inyourthreats,forIamarm’dsostronginhonestythattheypassbymeasanidlewind,whichIrespectnot!’ How’sthat? Goaheadnow,yousecond-handlitterateur,pullthetrigger." HetookonesteptowardMontag. 

           Montagonlysaid,"Weneverburnedright..." 

           "Handitover,Guy,"saidBeattywithafixedsmile. 

           Andthenhewasashriekingblaze,ajumping,sprawling,gibberingmannikin, nolongerhumanorknown,allwrithingflameonthelawn asMontagshotonecontinuouspulseofliquidfireonhim. Therewasahisslikeagreatmouthfulofspittlebangingaredhotstove,abubblingandfrothing asifsalthadbeenpouredoveramonstrousblacksnailtocauseaterribleliquefactionandaboilingoverofyellowfoam. Montagshuthiseyes,shouted,shouted,andfoughttogethishandsathisearstoclampandtocutawaythesound. Beattyfloppedoverandoverandover,andatlasttwistedinonhimselflikeacharredwaxdollandlaysilent. 

           Theothertwofiremendidnotmove.