451 по фаренгейту

           "Youknowthewar’son?" 

           "Iheard." 

           "God,isn’titfunny?"saidtheoldman. "Itseemssoremotebecausewehaveourowntroubles." 

           "Ihaven’thadtimetothink." Montagdrewoutahundreddollars. "Iwantthistostaywithyou,useitanywaythat’llhelpwhenI’mgone." 

           "But—" 

           "Imightbedeadbynoon;usethis." 

           Fabernodded. "You’dbetterheadfortheriverifyoucan,followalongit,andifyoucanhittheoldrailroadlinesgoingoutintothecountry,followthem. Eventhoughpracticallyeverything’sairbornethesedaysandmostofthetracksareabandoned,therailsarestillthere,rusting. I’veheardtherearestillhobocampsallacrossthecountry,hereandthere; walkingcampstheycallthem,andifyoukeepwalkingfarenoughandkeepaneyepeeled, theysaythere’slotsofoldHarvarddegreesonthetracksbetweenhereandLosAngeles.Mostofthemarewantedandhuntedinthecities. Theysurvive,Iguess.Therearen’tmanyofthem,andIguesstheGovernment’sneverconsideredthemagreatenoughdangertogoinandtrackthemdown. YoumightholeupwiththemforatimeandgetintouchwithmeinSt.Louis, I’mleavingonthefivea.m.busthismorning,toseearetiredprinterthere, I’mgettingoutintotheopenmyself,atlast. Themoneywillbeputtogooduse. ThanksandGodblessyou. Doyouwanttosleepafewminutes?" 

           "I’dbetterrun." 

           "Let’scheck."