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Bradbury took his first steps in the literary field at the age of 12. Because of poverty, his family could not buy him a sequel to the Great warrior of Mars by E. Burroughs, so he sat down and wrote the second part himself, figuring out what might happen to these characters next.

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Ray Bradbury (August 22, 1920-
June 5, 2012) was an American writer known for the dystopian novel Fahrenheit 451, the Martian Chronicles short story series, and the partially autobiographical novel dandelion Wine. During his life, Bradbury created more than eight hundred different literary works, including several novels and novellas, hundreds of short stories, dozens of plays, a number of articles, notes and poems.

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Ray Bradbury wrote "Fahrenheit 451" in just a week. He spent 9 days on the first draft, while working in the basement of the Los Angeles public library and using a rented typewriter

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«I'm a regular onion! I keep him busy peeling away the layers»

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“…how many people did you know that refracted your own light to you?»

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«How rarely did other people's faces take of you and throw back to you your own expression, your own innermost trembling thought?»

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rattling boots

fantastically alive

roaring sound

evil fire

dazzling beast

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You drowned in music and pure cacophony

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He felt that the stars had been pulverized by the sound of the black jets

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In the hall Mildred's face was suffused with excitement

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He was a phosphorescent target; he knew it, he felt it

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Swearing incessantly under his breath, tears dripping from his face

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That's all we live for, isn't it? For pleasure, for titillation

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Go ahead now, you second-hand litterateur, pull the trigger

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The fugitive cannot escape if everyone in the next minute looks from his house

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It's an insidious plan, if I do say so myself

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1. the Relationship between fathers and children (Clarissa's family, guy and Mildred).
The problem of indifference to their children and their future (friend Mildred)

2. the role of childhood in the development of a person's personality and moral guidelines.
(uncle's influence on Clarissa)

3. the Role of classical literature in the spiritual development of modern society: loss of universal values and spirituality due to the lack of books (people exist, but do not live fully)

4. human Perception of the world around us
(Mildred's constant desire to buy various unnecessary things).

5. Man and art.
The uniqueness and value of art monuments (books carry the knowledge and experience of many generations, which is why people who escaped from the city, remember previously read books and cherish them in their memory, then to tell the children).

6. Man and the power that he is endowed with.
Submission to a destructive (destructive) system (Beatty is aware of many things, but does not want to accept it and simply fulfills his duties).

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How huge her reflection on the wall now seemed to him, what a shadow was cast by her slender figure!

In the second half of the day it rained, everything went dark, the world seemed to be covered with a gray veil.

He knew that when he returned to the firehouse, he might wink athimself, a minstrel man, burnt-corked, in the mirror.

Later, going to sleep, he would feel the fiery smile still gripped byhis face muscles, in the dark.

The girl stopped and looked as if she might pull back in surprise, butinstead stood regarding Montag with eyes so dark and shining andalive, that he felt he had said something quite wonderful.

But he knew his mouth had only moved to say hello, and then whenshe seemed hypnotized by the salamander on his arm and thephoenix-disc on his chest, he spoke again.

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She was running away down the moonlit path

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It never went away, that. smile, it never ever went away, as long ashe remembered.

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He walked out of the fire station and along the midnight streettoward the subway where the silent...

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The autumn leaves blew over the moonlit pavement in such a way asto make the girl who was moving there seem fixed to a sliding walk...

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I like to smell things and look at things, and sometimes stay up allnight, walking, and watch the sun rise.

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Is it true that long ago firemen put fires out instead of going to startthem

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He stood looking up at the ventilator grille in the hall and suddenlyremembered that something lay hidden behind the grille, somethingthat seemed to peer down at him now.

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Text with words and collocations from the book