«Повелитель мух / Lord of the Flies» kitobidan iqtiboslar

He hastened back into the forest

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.

till a glossy white image of the declining sun lay on a piece of rotten wood. Almost at once a thin trickle of smoke rose up and made him cough. Jack knelt too and blew gently, so that the smoke drifted away, thickening, and a tiny flame appeared. The flame, nearly invisible at first in that bright sunlight

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

“You make a bow and spin the arrow