Рэй Брэдбери

She took a breath, waited, and then replied, “No. ” “What?” His cry startled the birds. The canopy jerked. “No,” she said firmly. “It's settled. I won't go.” He looked at her. They did not speak after that. She turned away. The birds flew on, down the wind.

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brass nozzle in his fists