-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Александр Дюма
-
- Черный тюльпан
-
- Стр. 105/292
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
When
the
moment
came
to
descend
in
order
to
follow
the
guards
,
Cornelius
sought
with
his
eyes
the
angelic
look
of
Rosa
,
but
he
saw
,
behind
the
swords
and
halberds
,
only
a
form
lying
outstretched
near
a
wooden
bench
,
and
a
deathlike
face
half
covered
with
long
golden
locks
.
But
Rosa
,
whilst
falling
down
senseless
,
still
obeying
her
friend
,
had
pressed
her
hand
on
her
velvet
bodice
and
,
forgetting
everything
in
the
world
besides
,
instinctively
grasped
the
precious
deposit
which
Cornelius
had
intrusted
to
her
care
.
Leaving
the
cell
,
the
young
man
could
still
see
in
the
convulsively
clinched
fingers
of
Rosa
the
yellowish
leaf
from
that
Bible
on
which
Cornelius
de
Witt
had
with
such
difficulty
and
pain
written
these
few
lines
,
which
,
if
Van
Baerle
had
read
them
,
would
undoubtedly
have
been
the
saving
of
a
man
and
a
tulip
.
Cornelius
had
not
three
hundred
paces
to
walk
outside
the
prison
to
reach
the
foot
of
the
scaffold
.
At
the
bottom
of
the
staircase
,
the
dog
quietly
looked
at
him
whilst
he
was
passing
;
Cornelius
even
fancied
he
saw
in
the
eyes
of
the
monster
a
certain
expression
as
it
were
of
compassion
.
The
dog
perhaps
knew
the
condemned
prisoners
,
and
only
bit
those
who
left
as
free
men
.
The
shorter
the
way
from
the
door
of
the
prison
to
the
foot
of
the
scaffold
,
the
more
fully
,
of
course
,
it
was
crowded
with
curious
people
.
These
were
the
same
who
,
not
satisfied
with
the
blood
which
they
had
shed
three
days
before
,
were
now
craving
for
a
new
victim
.
And
scarcely
had
Cornelius
made
his
appearance
than
a
fierce
groan
ran
through
the
whole
street
,
spreading
all
over
the
yard
,
and
re-echoing
from
the
streets
which
led
to
the
scaffold
,
and
which
were
likewise
crowded
with
spectators
.
The
scaffold
indeed
looked
like
an
islet
at
the
confluence
of
several
rivers
.
In
the
midst
of
these
threats
,
groans
,
and
yells
,
Cornelius
,
very
likely
in
order
not
to
hear
them
,
had
buried
himself
in
his
own
thoughts
.
