"Dance Of the Dead" - читать интересную книгу автора (Matheson Richard)

none" >Elements of explosion restrained within the dancing bounds—instead of
fragmenting, quivering. Oh, be a beast, beast, beast, Beast, BEAST
to me!

How is this, Olive old goil? Popeye inquired of the
light of his eye as they struggled after the waiter. Nothin' like this in
Sykesville, eh?

Peggy smiled but her hand in Bud's felt numb. As they passed by a murky

lighted table, a hand she didn't see felt at her leg. She twitched and bumped
against a hard knee across the narrow aisle. As she stumbled and lurched
through the hot and smoky, thick-aired room, she felt a dozen eyes disrobing
her, abusing her. Bud jerked her along and she felt her lips trembling.

Hey, how about that! Bud exulted as they sat. Right by
the stage!