451 по фаренгейту
It was a pleasure to burn
Heknowsalltheanswers.He’sright. Happinessisimportant.Funiseverything. AndyetIkeptsittingtheresayingtomyself,I’mnothappy,I’mnothappy."
"Iam."Mildred’smouthbeamed."Andproudofit."
"I’mgoingtodosomething,"saidMontag."Idon’tevenknowwhatyet,butI’mgoingtodosomethingbig."
"I’mtiredoflisteningtothisjunk,"saidMildred, turningfromhimtotheannounceragain.
Montagtouchedthevolumecontrolinthewallandtheannouncerwasspeechless.
"Millie?"Hepaused. "Thisisyourhouseaswellasmine. Ifeelit’sonlyfairthatItellyousomethingnow. Ishouldhavetoldyoubefore,butIwasn’tevenadmittingittomyself. IhavesomethingIwantyoutosee,somethingI’veputawayandhidduringthepastyear,nowandagain,onceinawhile, Ididn’tknowwhy,butIdiditandInevertoldyou."
Hetookholdofastraight-backedchairandmoveditslowlyandsteadilyintothehallnearthefrontdoorandclimbeduponit andstoodforamomentlikeastatueonapedestal,hiswifestandingunderhim,waiting. Thenhereachedupandpulledbackthegrilleoftheair-conditioningsystemandreachedfarbackinsidetotherightandmovedstillanotherslidingsheetofmetalandtookoutabook. Withoutlookingatithedroppedittothefloor. Heputhishandbackupandtookouttwobooksandmovedhishanddownanddroppedthetwobookstothefloor. Hekeptmovinghishandanddroppingbooks,smallones,fairlylargeones,yellow,red,greenones.
