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Название книги: Rabbit, Run
Автор(ы): John Updike
Жанр: Современная проза
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Rabbit_-Run-228213.html
Rabbit, RunBy John Updike
The motions of Grace, the hardness of the heart; external circumstances.—Pascal, Pensée 507Boys are playing basketball around a telephone pole with a backboard bolted to it. Legs, shouts. The scrape and snap of Keds on loose alley pebbles seems to catapult their voices high into the moist March air blue above the wires. Rabbit Angstrom, coming up the alley in a business suit, stops and watches, though he's twenty—six and six three. So tall, he seems an unlikely rabbit, but the breadth of white face, the pallor of his blue irises, and a nervous flutter under his brief nose as he stabs a cigarette into his mouth partially explain the nickname, which was given to him when he too was a boy. He stands there thinking, the kids keep coming, they keep crowding you up.His standing there makes the real boys feel strange. Eyeballs slide. They're doing this for themselves, not as a show for some adult walking around town in a double—breasted cocoa suit. It seems funny to them, an adult walking up
Название книги: Rabbit, Run
Автор(ы): John Updike
Жанр: Современная проза
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Rabbit_-Run-228213.html
Rabbit, RunBy John Updike
The motions of Grace, the hardness of the heart; external circumstances.—Pascal, Pensée 507Boys are playing basketball around a telephone pole with a backboard bolted to it. Legs, shouts. The scrape and snap of Keds on loose alley pebbles seems to catapult their voices high into the moist March air blue above the wires. Rabbit Angstrom, coming up the alley in a business suit, stops and watches, though he's twenty—six and six three. So tall, he seems an unlikely rabbit, but the breadth of white face, the pallor of his blue irises, and a nervous flutter under his brief nose as he stabs a cigarette into his mouth partially explain the nickname, which was given to him when he too was a boy. He stands there thinking, the kids keep coming, they keep crowding you up.His standing there makes the real boys feel strange. Eyeballs slide. They're doing this for themselves, not as a show for some adult walking around town in a double—breasted cocoa suit. It seems funny to them, an adult walking up
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