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She
kept
hanging
around
,
though
.
"
Did
you
mean
it
what
you
said
?
You
really
are
n't
going
away
anywhere
?
Are
you
really
going
home
afterwards
?
"
she
asked
me
.
"
Yeah
,
"
I
said
.
I
meant
it
,
too
.
I
was
n't
lying
to
her
.
I
really
did
go
home
afterwards
.
"
Hurry
up
,
now
,
"
I
said
.
"
The
thing
's
starting
.
"
She
ran
and
bought
her
ticket
and
got
back
on
the
goddam
carrousel
just
in
time
.
Then
she
walked
all
the
way
around
it
till
she
got
her
own
horse
back
.
Then
she
got
on
it
.
She
waved
to
me
and
I
waved
back
.
Boy
,
it
began
to
rain
like
a
bastard
.
In
buckets
,
I
swear
to
God
.
All
the
parents
and
mothers
and
everybody
went
over
and
stood
right
under
the
roof
of
the
carrousel
,
so
they
would
n't
get
soaked
to
the
skin
or
anything
,
but
I
stuck
around
on
the
bench
for
quite
a
while
.
I
got
pretty
soaking
wet
,
especially
my
neck
and
my
pants
.
My
hunting
hat
really
gave
me
quite
a
lot
of
protection
,
in
a
way
;
but
I
got
soaked
anyway
.
I
did
n't
care
,
though
.
I
felt
so
damn
happy
all
of
sudden
,
the
way
old
Phoebe
kept
going
around
and
around
.
I
was
damn
near
bawling
,
I
felt
so
damn
happy
,
if
you
want
to
know
the
truth
.
I
do
n't
know
why
.
It
was
just
that
she
looked
so
damn
nice
,
the
way
she
kept
going
around
and
around
,
in
her
blue
coat
and
all
.
God
,
I
wish
you
could
've
been
there
.
That
's
all
I
'm
going
to
tell
about
.
I
could
probably
tell
you
what
I
did
after
I
went
home
,
and
how
I
got
sick
and
all
,
and
what
school
I
'm
supposed
to
go
to
next
fall
,
after
I
get
out
of
here
,
but
I
do
n't
feel
like
it
.
I
really
do
n't
.
That
stuff
does
n't
interest
me
too
much
right
now
.
A
lot
of
people
,
especially
this
one
psychoanalyst
guy
they
have
here
,
keeps
asking
me
if
I
'm
going
apply
myself
when
I
go
back
to
school
next
September
.
It
's
such
a
stupid
question
,
in
my
opinion
.
I
mean
how
do
you
know
what
you
're
going
to
do
till
you
do
it
?
The
answer
is
,
you
do
n't
.
I
think
I
am
,
but
how
do
I
know
?
I
swear
it
's
a
stupid
question
.
D.
B.
is
n't
as
bad
as
the
rest
of
them
,
but
he
keeps
asking
me
a
lot
of
questions
,
too
.
He
drove
over
last
Saturday
with
this
English
babe
that
's
in
this
new
picture
he
's
writing
.
She
was
pretty
affected
,
but
very
good-looking
.
Anyway
,
one
time
when
she
went
to
the
ladies
'
room
way
the
hell
down
in
the
other
wing
D.
B.
asked
me
what
I
thought
about
all
this
stuff
I
just
finished
telling
you
about
.
I
did
n't
know
what
the
hell
to
say
.
If
you
want
to
know
the
truth
,
I
do
n't
know
what
I
think
about
it
.
I
'm
sorry
I
told
so
many
people
about
it
.
About
all
I
know
is
,
I
sort
of
miss
everybody
I
told
about
.
Even
old
Stradlater
and
Ackley
,
for
instance
.
I
think
I
even
miss
that
goddam
Maurice
.
It
's
funny
.
Do
n't
ever
tell
anybody
anything
.
If
you
do
,
you
start
missing
everybody
.