451 по фаренгейту
It was a pleasure to burn
"Kerosene! Theypumpedthecoldfluidfromthenumbered451tanksstrappedtotheirshoulders. Theycoatedeachbook,theypumpedroomsfullofit.
Theyhurrieddownstairs,Montagstaggeredaftertheminthekerosenefumes.
"Comeon,woman!"
Thewomankneltamongthebooks,touchingthedrenchedleatherandcardboard,readingthegilttitleswithherfingerswhilehereyesaccusedMontag.
"Youcan’teverhavemybooks,"shesaid.
"Youknowthelaw,"saidBeatty."Where’syourcommonsense?Noneofthosebooksagreewitheachother. You’vebeenlockeduphereforyearswitharegulardamnedTowerofBabel.Snapoutofit!Thepeopleinthosebooksneverlived.Comeonnow!"
Sheshookherhead.
"Thewholehouseisgoingup,"saidBeatty.
Themenwalkedclumsilytothedoor.TheyglancedbackatMontag,whostoodnearthewoman.
"You’renotleavingherhere?"heprotested.
"Shewon’tcome."
"Forceher,then!"
