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- Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс
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The
rippling
running
yellow
flame
made
them
both
happy
,
warmed
their
faces
and
their
souls
.
’
Never
mind
!
’
she
said
,
taking
his
hand
as
he
sat
silent
and
remote
.
’
One
does
one
’
s
best
.
’
’
Ay
!
’
He
sighed
,
with
a
twist
of
a
smile
.
She
slipped
over
to
him
,
and
into
his
arms
,
as
he
sat
there
before
the
fire
.
’
Forget
then
!
’
she
whispered
.
’
Forget
!
’
He
held
her
close
,
in
the
running
warmth
of
the
fire
.
The
flame
itself
was
like
a
forgetting
.
And
her
soft
,
warm
,
ripe
weight
!
Slowly
his
blood
turned
,
and
began
to
ebb
back
into
strength
and
reckless
vigour
again
.
’
And
perhaps
the
women
really
wanted
to
be
there
and
love
you
properly
,
only
perhaps
they
couldn
’
t
.
Perhaps
it
wasn
’
t
all
their
fault
,
’
she
said
.
’
I
know
it
.
Do
you
think
I
don
’
t
know
what
a
broken
-
backed
snake
that
’
s
been
trodden
on
I
was
myself
!
’
She
clung
to
him
suddenly
.
She
had
not
wanted
to
start
all
this
again
.
Yet
some
perversity
had
made
her
.
’
But
you
’
re
not
now
,
’
she
said
.
’
You
’
re
not
that
now
:
a
broken
-
backed
snake
that
’
s
been
trodden
on
.
’
