451 по фаренгейту
It was a pleasure to burn
Andthenheshutup,forherememberedlastweekandthetwowhitestonesstaringupattheceilingandthepump-snakewiththeprobingeyeandthetwosoap-facedmenwiththecigarettesmovingintheirmouthswhentheytalked. ButthatwasanotherMildred,thatwasaMildredsodeepinsidethisone,andsobothered,reallybothered,thatthetwowomenhadnevermet. Heturnedaway.
Mildredsaid, "Well,nowyou’vedoneit.Outfrontofthehouse.Lookwho’shere.".
"Idon’tcare."
"There’saPhoenixcarjustdrivenupandamaninablackshirtwithanorangesnakestitchedonhisarmcomingupthefrontwalk."
"CaptainBeauty?"hesaid.
"CaptainBeatty."
Montagdidnotmove,butstoodlookingintothecoldwhitenessofthewallimmediatelybeforehim.
"Golethimin,willyou?TellhimI’msick."
"Tellhimyourself!"Sheranafewstepsthisway,afewstepsthat,andstopped,eyeswide,whenthefrontdoorspeakercalledhername,softly,softly, Mrs.Montag,Mrs.Montag,someonehere,someonehere,Mrs.Montag,Mrs.Montag,someone’shere.Fading.
Montagmadesurethebookwaswellhiddenbehindthepillow,climbedslowlybackintobed,arrangedthecoversoverhiskneesandacrosshischest,half-sitting, andafterawhileMildredmovedandwentoutoftheroomandCaptainBeattystrolledin,hishandsinhispockets.
