-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Чарльз Диккенс
-
- Посмертные записки Пиквикского клуба
-
- Стр. 190/859
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
‘
"
You
must
have
seen
some
queer
things
,
"
said
Tom
,
with
an
inquisitive
look
.
‘
"
You
may
say
that
,
Tom
,
"
replied
the
old
fellow
,
with
a
very
complicated
wink
.
"
I
am
the
last
of
my
family
,
Tom
,
"
said
the
old
gentleman
,
with
a
melancholy
sigh
.
‘
"
Was
it
a
large
one
?
"
inquired
Tom
Smart
.
‘
"
There
were
twelve
of
us
,
Tom
,
"
said
the
old
gentleman
;
"
fine
,
straight
-
backed
,
handsome
fellows
as
you
’
d
wish
to
see
.
None
of
your
modern
abortions
—
all
with
arms
,
and
with
a
degree
of
polish
,
though
I
say
it
that
should
not
,
which
it
would
have
done
your
heart
good
to
behold
.
"
‘
"
And
what
’
s
become
of
the
others
,
Sir
?
"
asked
Tom
Smart
—
‘
The
old
gentleman
applied
his
elbow
to
his
eye
as
he
replied
,
"
Gone
,
Tom
,
gone
.
We
had
hard
service
,
Tom
,
and
they
hadn
’
t
all
my
constitution
.
They
got
rheumatic
about
the
legs
and
arms
,
and
went
into
kitchens
and
other
hospitals
;
and
one
of
’
em
,
with
long
service
and
hard
usage
,
positively
lost
his
senses
—
he
got
so
crazy
that
he
was
obliged
to
be
burnt
.
Shocking
thing
that
,
Tom
.
"
‘
"
Dreadful
!
"
said
Tom
Smart
.
‘
The
old
fellow
paused
for
a
few
minutes
,
apparently
struggling
with
his
feelings
of
emotion
,
and
then
said
—
‘
"
However
,
Tom
,
I
am
wandering
from
the
point
.
This
tall
man
,
Tom
,
is
a
rascally
adventurer
.
The
moment
he
married
the
widow
,
he
would
sell
off
all
the
furniture
,
and
run
away
.
What
would
be
the
consequence
?
She
would
be
deserted
and
reduced
to
ruin
,
and
I
should
catch
my
death
of
cold
in
some
broker
’
s
shop
.
"
