451 по фаренгейту

           "It’sstrange,Idon’tmissher,it’sstrangeIdon’tfeelmuchofanything,"saidMontag. "Evenifshedies,Irealizedamomentago,Idon’tthinkI’llfeelsad. Itisn’tright.Somethingmustbewrongwithme." 

           "Listen,"saidGranger,takinghisarm,andwalkingwithhim, holdingasidethebushestolethimpass. "WhenIwasaboymygrandfatherdied,andhewasasculptor. Hewasalsoaverykindmanwhohadalotoflovetogivetheworld,andhehelpedcleanupthesluminourtown; andhemadetoysforusandhedidamillionthingsinhislifetime; hewasalwaysbusywithhishands. Andwhenhedied,IsuddenlyrealizedIwasn’tcryingforhimatall,butforthethingshedid. Icriedbecausehewouldneverdothemagain,hewouldnevercarveanotherpieceofwoodorhelpusraisedovesandpigeonsinthebackyard orplaytheviolinthewayhedid,ortellusjokesthewayhedid. Hewaspartofusandwhenhedied,alltheactionsstoppeddeadandtherewasnoonetodothemjustthewayhedid. Hewasindividual.Hewasanimportantman. I’venevergottenoverhisdeath. OftenIthink,whatwonderfulcarvingsnevercametobirthbecausehedied. Howmanyjokesaremissingfromtheworld, andhowmanyhomingpigeonsuntouchedbyhishands. Heshapedtheworld. Hedidthingstotheworld. Theworldwasbankruptedoftenmillionfineactionsthenighthepassedon." 

           Montagwalkedinsilence. "Millie,Millie,"hewhispered."Millie." 

           "What?" 

           "Mywife,mywife.PoorMillie,poorMillie. Ican’trememberanything. IthinkofherhandsbutIdon’tseethemdoinganythingatall. Theyjusthangthereathersidesortheyliethereonherlaporthere’sacigaretteinthem, butthat’sall." 

           Montagturnedandglancedback.