Цитаты из книги Dandelion Wine

Run!
She heard music. In a mad way, in a silly way, she heard the great surge of music that pounded at her, and she realized as she ran, as she ran in panic and terror, that some part of her mind was dramatizing, borrowing from the turbulent musical score of some private drama,

Silence. A summer-night silence which lay for a thousand miles, which covered the earth like a white and shadowy sea.

For a change, all of the far summer-night meadows and close summer-night trees were suspending motion; leaf, shrub, star, and meadow grass ceased their particular tremors and were listening to Lavinia Nebbs’s heart.

The ravine was deep, black and black, black! And the world was gone behind,

“Sometimes I think people want to die. You’ve acted odd all evening.”

a sky that was beginning to cloud.

“Don’t you feel funny?” asked Helen.
We’re practically the only walking people out in the open in a thousand miles, I bet.”

And tomorrow we’ll have a picnic lunch at Electric Park.

and there was Mr. Terle, not saying anything to anybody, alone on his swing, having a last cigar. They saw the pink ash swinging gently to and fro.

Now the lights were going, going, gone. The little house lights and big house lights and yellow lights and green hurricane lights,

everything felt locked up in brass and iron and steel, everything, thought Lavinia, is boxed and locked and wrapped and shaded.

I promise I’ll phone when I get home.”

And here we are, thought Lavinia, our footsteps on along the baked summer evening sidewalk. And above us the 1 lonely street lights shining down, making a drunken shadow.

“Let’s sing,” said Lavinia.
They sang, “Shine On, Shine On, Harvest Moon . . .”

They felt the hot sidewalk cooling underfoot,

Lavinia watching the black trees Bit by each side of her, listening to the voices of her friends murmuring; and the night seemed to quicken, they seemed to run while walking slowly, everything seemed fast

we’ll walk you home,

A red neon sign flickered dimly, buzzed like a dying insect, as they passed.

Ты не можешь всё время быть ребёнком. Со временем ты начинаешь замечать такие вещи, которых раньше не видел.

The drugstore was a small pool of sluggish air which the great wooden fans stirred in tides of arnica and tonic and soda-smell out onto the brick streets.