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- Стр. 1/1581
The Atlantean squared his shoulders
"
Who
is
John
Galt
?
"
The
light
was
ebbing
,
and
Eddie
Willers
could
not
distinguish
the
bum
’
s
face
.
The
bum
had
said
it
simply
,
without
expression
.
But
from
the
sunset
far
at
the
end
of
the
street
,
yellow
glints
caught
his
eyes
,
and
the
eyes
looked
straight
at
Eddie
Willers
,
mocking
and
still
—
as
if
the
question
had
been
addressed
to
the
causeless
uneasiness
within
him
.
"
Why
did
you
say
that
?
"
asked
Eddie
Willers
,
his
voice
tense
.
The
bum
leaned
against
the
side
of
the
doorway
;
a
wedge
of
broken
glass
behind
him
reflected
the
metal
yellow
of
the
sky
.
"
Why
does
it
bother
you
?
"
he
asked
.
"
It
doesn
‘
t
,
"
snapped
Eddie
Willers
.
He
reached
hastily
into
his
pocket
.
The
bum
had
stopped
him
and
asked
for
a
dime
,
then
had
gone
on
talking
,
as
if
to
kill
that
moment
and
postpone
the
problem
of
the
next
.
Pleas
for
dimes
were
so
frequent
in
the
streets
these
days
that
it
was
not
necessary
to
listen
to
explanations
,
and
he
had
no
desire
to
hear
the
details
of
this
bum
’
s
particular
despair
.
"
Go
get
your
cup
of
coffee
,
"
he
said
,
handing
the
dime
to
the
shadow
that
had
no
face
.
"
Thank
you
,
sir
,
"
said
the
voice
,
without
interest
,
and
the
face
leaned
forward
for
a
moment
.
The
face
was
wind
-
browned
,
cut
by
lines
of
weariness
and
cynical
resignation
;
the
eyes
were
intelligent
.
Eddie
Willers
walked
on
,
wondering
why
he
always
felt
it
at
this
time
of
day
,
this
sense
of
dread
without
reason
.
No
,
he
thought
,
not
dread
,
there
’
s
nothing
to
fear
:
just
an
immense
,
diffused
apprehension
,
with
no
source
or
object
.
