-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Александр Дюма
-
- Три мушкетера
-
- Стр. 248/849
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
Aramis
,
not
liking
to
soil
his
boots
with
this
artificial
mortar
,
apostrophized
them
rather
sharply
.
Athos
wished
to
restrain
him
,
but
it
was
too
late
.
The
laborers
began
to
jeer
the
travelers
and
by
their
insolence
disturbed
the
equanimity
even
of
the
cool
Athos
,
who
urged
on
his
horse
against
one
of
them
.
Then
each
of
these
men
retreated
as
far
as
the
ditch
,
from
which
each
took
a
concealed
musket
;
the
result
was
that
our
seven
travelers
were
outnumbered
in
weapons
.
Aramis
received
a
ball
which
passed
through
his
shoulder
,
and
Mousqueton
another
ball
which
lodged
in
the
fleshy
part
which
prolongs
the
lower
portion
of
the
loins
.
Therefore
Mousqueton
alone
fell
from
his
horse
,
not
because
he
was
severely
wounded
,
but
not
being
able
to
see
the
wound
,
he
judged
it
to
be
more
serious
than
it
really
was
.
"
It
was
an
ambuscade
!
"
shouted
d'Artagnan
.
"
Do
n't
waste
a
charge
!
Forward
!
"
Aramis
,
wounded
as
he
was
,
seized
the
mane
of
his
horse
,
which
carried
him
on
with
the
others
.
Mousqueton
's
horse
rejoined
them
,
and
galloped
by
the
side
of
his
companions
.
"
That
will
serve
us
for
a
relay
,
"
said
Athos
.
"
I
would
rather
have
had
a
hat
,
"
said
d'Artagnan
.
"
Mine
was
carried
away
by
a
ball
.
By
my
faith
,
it
is
very
fortunate
that
the
letter
was
not
in
it
.
"
"
They
'll
kill
poor
Porthos
when
he
comes
up
,
"
said
Aramis
.
"
If
Porthos
were
on
his
legs
,
he
would
have
rejoined
us
by
this
time
,
"
said
Athos
.
"
My
opinion
is
that
on
the
ground
the
drunken
man
was
not
intoxicated
.
"
They
continued
at
their
best
speed
for
two
hours
,
although
the
horses
were
so
fatigued
that
it
was
to
be
feared
they
would
soon
refuse
service
.
The
travelers
had
chosen
crossroads
in
the
hope
that
they
might
meet
with
less
interruption
;
but
at
Crevecoeur
,
Aramis
declared
he
could
proceed
no
farther
.
In
fact
,
it
required
all
the
courage
which
he
concealed
beneath
his
elegant
form
and
polished
manners
to
bear
him
so
far
.
He
grew
more
pale
every
minute
,
and
they
were
obliged
to
support
him
on
his
horse
.
They
lifted
him
off
at
the
door
of
a
cabaret
,
left
Bazin
with
him
,
who
,
besides
,
in
a
skirmish
was
more
embarrassing
than
useful
,
and
set
forward
again
in
the
hope
of
sleeping
at
Amiens
.
