451 по фаренгейту

           "I’mhungry." 

           "Lastnight,"hebegan. 

           "Didn’tsleepwell.Feelterrible,"shesaid."God,I’mhungry.Ican’tfigureit." 

           "Lastnight—"hesaidagain. 

           Shewatchedhislipscasually."Whataboutlastnight?" 

           "Don’tyouremember?" 

           "What?Didwehaveawildpartyorsomething?FeellikeI’veahangover.God,I’mhungry.Whowashere?" 

           "Afewpeople,"hesaid. 

           "That’swhatIthought."Shechewedhertoast."Sorestomach,butI’mhungryasall-get-out.HopeIdidn’tdoanythingfoolishattheparty." 

           "No,"hesaid,quietly. 

           Thetoasterspideredoutapieceofbutteredbreadforhim.Hehelditinhishand,feelinggrateful. 

           "Youdon’tlooksohotyourself,"saidhiswife. 

           Inthelateafternoonitrainedandtheentireworldwasdarkgrey. Hestoodinthehallofhishouse,puttingonhisbadgewiththeorangesalamanderburningacrossit. Hestoodlookingupattheair-conditioningventinthehallforalongtime.