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- Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс
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Everything
is
to
be
sold
and
paid
for
now
;
and
all
the
things
you
mention
now
,
Wragby
and
Shipley
sells
them
to
the
people
,
at
a
good
profit
.
Everything
is
sold
.
You
don
’
t
give
one
heart
-
beat
of
real
sympathy
.
And
besides
,
who
has
taken
away
from
the
people
their
natural
life
and
manhood
,
and
given
them
this
industrial
horror
?
Who
has
done
that
?
’
’
And
what
must
I
do
?
’
he
asked
,
green
.
’
Ask
them
to
come
and
pillage
me
?
’
’
Why
is
Tevershall
so
ugly
,
so
hideous
?
Why
are
their
lives
so
hopeless
?
’
’
They
built
their
own
Tevershall
,
that
’
s
part
of
their
display
of
freedom
.
They
built
themselves
their
pretty
Tevershall
,
and
they
live
their
own
pretty
lives
.
I
can
’
t
live
their
lives
for
them
.
Every
beetle
must
live
its
own
life
.
’
’
But
you
make
them
work
for
you
.
They
live
the
life
of
your
coal
-
mine
.
’
’
Not
at
all
.
Every
beetle
finds
its
own
food
.
Not
one
man
is
forced
to
work
for
me
.
’
Their
lives
are
industrialized
and
hopeless
,
and
so
are
ours
,
’
she
cried
.
’
I
don
’
t
think
they
are
.
That
’
s
just
a
romantic
figure
of
speech
,
a
relic
of
the
swooning
and
die
-
away
romanticism
.
You
don
’
t
look
at
all
a
hopeless
figure
standing
there
,
Connie
my
dear
.
’
Which
was
true
.
For
her
dark
-
blue
eyes
were
flashing
,
her
colour
was
hot
in
her
cheeks
,
she
looked
full
of
a
rebellious
passion
far
from
the
dejection
of
hopelessness
.
She
noticed
,
in
the
tussocky
places
of
the
grass
,
cottony
young
cowslips
standing
up
still
bleared
in
their
down
.
And
she
wondered
with
rage
,
why
it
was
she
felt
Clifford
was
so
wrong
,
yet
she
couldn
’
t
say
it
to
him
,
she
could
not
say
exactly
where
he
was
wrong
.
’
No
wonder
the
men
hate
you
,
’
she
said
.
