451 по фаренгейту
Burning Bright
Whatdidyougivetothecity,Montag?
Ashes.
Whatdidtheothersgivetoeachother?
Nothingness.
GrangerstoodlookingbackwithMontag. "Everyonemustleavesomethingbehindwhenhedies,mygrandfathersaid. Achildorabookorapaintingorahouseorawallbuiltorapairofshoesmade.Oragardenplanted. Somethingyourhandtouchedsomewaysoyoursoulhassomewheretogowhenyoudie, andwhenpeoplelookatthattreeorthatfloweryouplanted,you’rethere. Itdoesn’tmatterwhatyoudo,hesaid,solongasyouchangesomethingfromthewayitwasbeforeyoutoucheditintosomethingthat’slikeyouafteryoutakeyourhandsaway. Thedifferencebetweenthemanwhojustcutslawnsandarealgardenerisinthetouching,hesaid. Thelawn-cuttermightjustaswellnothavebeenthereatall;thegardenerwillbetherealifetime."
Grangermovedhishand. "MygrandfathershowedmesomeV-2rocketfilmsonce,fiftyyearsago. Haveyoueverseentheatom-bombmushroomfromtwohundredmilesup? It’sapinprick,it’snothing. Withthewildernessallaroundit."
"MygrandfatherranofftheV-2rocketfilmadozentimesandthenhopedthatsomedayourcitieswouldopenupandletthegreenandthelandandthewildernessinmore, toremindpeoplethatwe’reallottedalittlespaceonearthandthatwesurviveinthatwildernessthatcantakebackwhatithasgiven, aseasilyasblowingitsbreathonusorsendingtheseatotelluswearenotsobig.
