451 по фаренгейту
It was a pleasure to burn
"Because!"
"That’sallverywell,"criedMontag,"butwhataretheymadabout?Whoarethesepeople?Who’sthatmanandwho’sthatwoman? Aretheyhusbandandwife,aretheydivorced,engaged,what?GoodGod,nothing’sconnectedup."
"They—"saidMildred."Well,they—theyhadthisfight,yousee.Theycertainlyfightalot.Youshouldlisten. Ithinkthey’remarried.Yes,they’remarried.Why?"
Andifitwasnotthethreewallssoontobefourwallsandthedreamcomplete,thenitwastheopencarandMildreddrivingahundredmilesanhouracrosstown, heshoutingatherandsheshoutingbackandbothtryingtohearwhatwassaid,buthearingonlythescreamofthecar. "Atleastkeepitdowntotheminimum!"heyelled:"What?"shecried."Keepitdowntofifty-five,theminimum!"heshouted."Thewhat?"sheshrieked."Speed!"heshouted. Andshepushedituptoonehundredandfivemilesanhourandtorethebreathfromhismouth.
Whentheysteppedoutofthecar,shehadtheSeashellsstuffedinherears.
Silence.Onlythewindblowingsoftly.
"Mildred."Hestirredinbed.
Hereachedoverandpulledoneofthetinymusicalinsectsoutofherear. "Mildred.Mildred?"
"Yes."Hervoicewasfaint.
