451 по фаренгейту

           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.