451 по фаренгейту

           Thecamera,hoveringinthebellyofahelicopter,nowswungdownatanemptystreet. 

           "Seethat?"whisperedGranger. "It’llbeyou;rightupattheendofthatstreetisourvictim. Seehowourcameraiscomingin?Buildingthescene. Suspense.Longshot. Rightnow,somepoorfellowisoutforawalk. Ararity.Anoddone. Don’tthinkthepolicedon’tknowthehabitsofqueerduckslikethat,menwhowalkmorningsforthehellofit, orforreasonsofinsomnia. Anyway,thepolicehavehadhimchartedformonths,years. Neverknowwhenthatsortofinformationmightbehandy. Andtoday,itturnsout,it’sveryusableindeed .Itsavesface.Oh,God,lookthere!" 

           Themenatthefirebentforward. 

           Onthescreen,amanturnedacorner. TheMechanicalHoundrushedforwardintotheviewer,suddenly. Thehelicopterlightshotdownadozenbrilliantpillarsthatbuiltacageallabouttheman. 

           Avoicecried, "There’sMontag!Thesearchisdone!" 

           Theinnocentmanstoodbewildered,acigaretteburninginhishand. HestaredattheHound,notknowingwhatitwas. Heprobablyneverknew. Heglancedupattheskyandthewailingsirens. Thecamerasrusheddown. TheHoundleaptupintotheairwitharhythmandasenseoftimingthatwasincrediblybeautiful. Itsneedleshotout. Itwassuspendedforamomentintheirgaze,asiftogivethevastaudiencetimetoappreciateeverything, therawlookofthevictim’sface,theemptystreet, thesteelanimalabulletnosingthetarget. 

           "Montag,don’tmove!"saidavoicefromthesky.