«Повелитель мух / Lord of the Flies» audiokitobidan iqtiboslar

He hastened back into the forest

The boy with fair hair lowered himself down the last few feet of rock and began to pick his way toward the lagoon. Though he had taken off his school sweater and trailed it now from one hand, his grey shirt stuck to him and his hair was plastered to his forehead. All round him the long scar smashed into the jungle was a bath of heat. He was clambering heavily among the creepers and broken trunks when a bird, a vision of red and yellow, flashed upwards with a witch-like cry; and this cry was echo

fair boy was peering at the reef through screwed-up eyes.

Ralph sketched a twining line from the bald spot on which they stood down a slope, a gully, through flowers, round and down to the rock where the scar started.

The tide was running so that long streaks of foam tailed away from the reef and for a moment they felt that the boat was moving steadily astern.

by the specious appearance of depth in a beach pool and he approached this one preparing to be disappointed