О дивный новый мир

           ThetaxicopterlandedontheroofofLenina’sapartmenthouse."Atlast,"shethoughtexultantlyasshesteppedoutofthecab.Atlast–eventhoughhehadbeensoqueerjustnow.Standingunderalamp,shepeeredintoherhandmirror.Atlast.Yes,hernosewasabitshiny.Sheshooktheloosepowderfromherpuff.Whilehewaspayingoffthetaxi–therewouldjustbetime.Sherubbedattheshininess,thinking:"He’sterriblygood-looking.NoneedforhimtobeshylikeBernard.Andyet...Anyothermanwouldhavedoneitlongago.Well,nowatlast."Thatfragmentofafaceinthelittleroundmirrorsuddenlysmiledather.

           "Good-night,"saidastrangledvoicebehindher.Leninawheeledround.Hewasstandinginthedoorwayofthecab,hiseyesfixed,staring;hadevidentlybeenstaringallthistimewhileshewaspowderinghernose,waiting–butwhatfor?orhesitating,tryingtomakeuphismind,andallthetimethinking,thinking–shecouldnotimaginewhatextraordinarythoughts."Good-night,Lenina,"herepeated,andmadeastrangegrimacingattempttosmile.

           "But,John...Ithoughtyouwere...Imean,aren’tyou?..."

           Heshutthedoorandbentforwardtosaysomethingtothedriver.Thecabshotupintotheair.

           Lookingdownthroughthewindowinthefloor,theSavagecouldseeLenina’supturnedface,paleinthebluishlightofthelamps.Themouthwasopen,shewascalling.Herforeshortenedfigurerushedawayfromhim;thediminishingsquareoftheroofseemedtobefallingthroughthedarkness