451 по фаренгейту

           Theworldwasfullofburningofalltypesandsizes. Nowtheguildoftheasbestos-weavermustopenshopverysoon. 

           Hefelthisheelbumpland,touchpebblesandrocks,scrapesand. Theriverhadmovedhimtowardshore. 

           Helookedinatthegreatblackcreaturewithouteyesorlight,withoutshape, withonlyasizethatwentathousandmileswithoutwantingtostop, withitsgrasshillsandforeststhatwerewaitingforhim. 

           Hehesitatedtoleavethecomfortingflowofthewater. HeexpectedtheHoundthere. Suddenlythetreesmightblowunderagreatwindofhelicopters. 

           Buttherewasonlythenormalautumnwindhighup,goingbylikeanotherriver. Whywasn’ttheHoundrunning? Whyhadthesearchveeredinland? Montaglistened.Nothing.Nothing. 

           Millie,hethought.Allthiscountryhere. Listentoit!Nothingandnothing.Somuchsilence,Millie,Iwonderhowyou’dtakeit? WouldyoushoutShutup,shutup!Millie,Millie.Andhewassad. 

           MilliewasnothereandtheHoundwasnothere, butthedrysmellofhayblowingfromsomedistantfieldputMontagontheland. Herememberedafarmhehadvisitedwhenhewasveryyoung, oneoftheraretimeshehaddiscoveredthatsomewherebehindthesevenveilsofunreality, beyondthewallsofparloursandbeyondthetinmoatofthecity, cowschewedgrassandpigssatinwarmpondsatnoon anddogsbarkedafterwhitesheeponahill.