451 по фаренгейту

           Onhiswayacrosstown,withthehelicoptersflutteringliketornbitsofpaperinthesky, hephonedthealarmatalonelyphoneboothoutsideastorethatwasclosedforthenight. Thenhestoodinthecoldnightair,waitingandatadistanceheheardthefiresirensstartupandrun, andtheSalamanderscoming,comingtoburnMr.Black’shouse whilehewasawayatwork,tomakehiswifestandshiveringinthemorningairwhiletheroofletgoanddroppedinuponthefire. Butnow,shewasstillasleep. 

           Goodnight,Mrs.Black,hethought. 

           "Faber!" 

           Anotherrap,awhisper,andalongwaiting. Then,afteraminute,asmalllightflickeredinsideFaber’ssmallhouse. Afteranotherpause,thebackdooropened. 

           Theystoodlookingateachotherinthehalf-light,FaberandMontag,asifeachdidnotbelieveintheother’sexistence. ThenFabermovedandputouthishandandgrabbedMontagandmovedhiminandsathimdownandwentbackandstoodinthedoor,listening. Thesirenswerewailingoffinthemorningdistance. Hecameinandshutthedoor. 

           Montagsaid,"I’vebeenafoolalldowntheline.Ican’tstaylong. I’monmywayGodknowswhere." 

           "Atleastyouwereafoolabouttherightthings,"saidFaber. "Ithoughtyouweredead.Theaudio-capsuleIgaveyou—" 

           "Burnt."