451 по фаренгейту

           Montagcrushedhimselfdown,squeezinghimselfsmall,eyestight. Heblinkedonce.Andinthatinstantsawthecity,insteadofthebombs,intheair. Theyhaddisplacedeachother. Foranotherofthoseimpossibleinstantsthecitystood,rebuiltandunrecognizable,tallerthanithadeverhopedorstrivedtobe,tallerthanmanhadbuiltit, erectedatlastingoutsofshatteredconcreteandsparklesoftornmetalintoamuralhunglikeareversedavalanche, amillioncolours,amillionoddities,adoorwhereawindowshouldbe,atopforabottom,asideforaback,andthenthecityrolledoverandfelldowndead. 

           Montag,lyingthere,eyesgrittedshutwithdust,afinewetcementofdustinhisnowshutmouth, gaspingandcrying,nowthoughtagain,Iremember,Iremember,Iremembersomethingelse.Whatisit? Yes,yes,partoftheEcclesiastesandRevelation. Partofthatbook,partofit,quicknow,quick,beforeitgetsaway,beforetheshockwearsoff,beforethewinddies. BookofEcclesiastes.Here. Hesaiditovertohimselfsilently,lyingflattothetremblingearth,hesaidthewordsofitmanytimesandtheywereperfectwithouttryingandtherewasnoDenham’sDentifriceanywhere, itwasjustthePreacherbyhimself,standingthereinhismind,lookingathim... 

           "There,"saidavoice. 

           Themenlaygaspinglikefishlaidoutonthegrass. Theyheldtotheearthaschildrenholdtofamiliarthings,nomatterhowcoldordead,nomatterwhathashappenedorwillhappen, theirfingerswereclawedintothedirt,andtheywereallshoutingtokeeptheireardrumsfrombursting,tokeeptheirsanityfrombursting,mouthsopen, Montagshoutingwiththem,aprotestagainstthewindthatrippedtheirfacesandtoreattheirlips,makingtheirnosesbleed.